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Please note, the following is a heavily fantasised, entirely fictional depiction of a sub/dom relationship. It does not truly reflect/depict a real life healthy sub/dom relationship and so therefor there are certain themes of abuse which should/would never be acceptable in a real world setting between a true sub and a true dom.
With that in mind, please enjoy the following fictional story for what it's worth, and let me know your thoughts on it in the comments below.
Happy reading!
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A Most Favoured Pet
She felt the heavy tightness around her wrists.
With the soft rattling of metallic chain against solid wood, she closed her eyes, readying herself for her fate. The leather strap of the cuffs tautened unceremoniously, and locked with two satisfying clinks. She opened her eyes, and looked towards her outstretched arms.
The nymph-like female servants, in their stringy leather underwear, had their eyes fixed in a stern gaze, entirely focused on their task at hand; tying up their mistress' precious pet.
The pet gulped, almost ready to weep, as the servants knelt down by her feet to fix her ankles in place, and complete their task. With another couple satisfying clinks of the leather and chain cuffs, the pet was now thoroughly locked up tight in place, upon the large vertical-standing X-shaped cross.
The servants solemnly bowed their heads and retreated away into the shadows, no doubt to inform their mistress of their completed task.
The pet was made to wait. She had never felt as vulnerable as she did right now. She tried in vain to pull on her restraints. She had no idea what she would do if she had successfully broke free from her restraints though. In fact, the thought of freedom suddenly made her freeze in fear. She feared what would happen to her if her mistress found her free from her shackles. The punishment she would dish out for such a deviant act, made her wince.
But more than the fear of the repercussions to her deviant actions, would be the unbearable guilt of knowing she had let her mistress down. She knew she wouldn't be able to look herself in the mirror ever again for such an act of betrayal to her mistress. No. She had settled on it. She would stay in place exactly where her mistress wants her, and she would accept whatever punishment her mistress deemed appropriate to dish out for her.
She would try to get used to her new surroundings. Alone. In a very darkened, cold, stone brick cellar. The only light was a dim orange glow from a lone trio of beige wax candles perched upon a nearby end table. Fully naked and helpless. Alone.
The wait for her forthcoming audience with her mistress, was pure agony for her...
Eventually, the large oak door to the cellar creaked open. The pet almost broke out into a happy grin as she glanced at her beautiful mistress walking into the cellar, but she quickly withdrew her gaze from that relief of a sight and bowed her head in servitude.
Her mistress was accompanied by one of her truly most pathetic of slaves, who crawled meekly on his knees like a dog behind her, collared and leashed. Also with her, was one of her nymph-like servants, whom the mistress handed the leash of the pathetic slave to, before she strided up to her crucified pet.
She roughly pinched her pet's chin between her finger and thumb, and forced her head up to look her in the eye.
"Has my pet learnt her lesson, yet?"
She asked her with a demented smirk upon her beautiful face.
"Yes, mistress."
She pleaded her answer, her eyes shining like diamonds.
"Wong answer, bitch."
Her mistress grinned with a sinister chuckle, and roughly pushed her pet's head out of her grip. Her pet bowed her head once more, as she watched the high heels of her mistress' black leather boots walk over to the small end table.
"You've disappointed me once already tonight, pet, do you really want to continue to disappoint me with incorrect answers? Do you really think that's going to end well for you to do that? Hmm?"
The mistress impatiently questioned as she picked up one of the odourless wax candles.
"No, mistress!"
The pet was quick to answer.
"Ah, so you do know how to correctly answer my questions. Good. I thought I was going to have to teach you that painful lesson on how to answer me correctly, all over again."
The mistress smiled with delight as she returned to stand in front of her pet again, lit candle still in her hand.
Her pet just silently looked up into her mistress' eyes, pleading for her mercy in total silence.
"But you know the punishment for failing to answer my previous question correctly, don't you?"
She then asked her pet with a more stern expression.
Her pet's eyes saddened, her lip bent into a frown, as she solemnly nodded her head and quietly sighed, "Yes, mistress" in apprehension.
"And what punishment is that? Hmm? How does one punish her naughty pet for her failure to answer her mistress' question correctly?"
The mistress asked.
"You must.. Pour hot wax on me..."
Her pet's lip quivered as she nervously answered her mistress.
"Good girl. This is why you're my most favoured pet - you're just such a good girl! ...Most of the time."
Her mistress softly chuckled, and she then moved the flame of the candle much closer to her pet's skin.
"But tell me, since you're little Miss Know-it-All, where must I pour the hot wax on you? Hmm? Is it here?"
Her mistress held the hot flame a mere inch away from her pet's exposed nipples. Her pet whimpered and tried to move away from the concentrated heat.
"Or here?"
She moved the candle upwards, letting the flame flick for a very brief moment against her pet's chin, who almost squealed as she turned her head to the side, desperately trying to escape from her punishment.
"Or maybe it's down here?"
She moved the candle south, and threatened from mere centimetres away to have the flame lick at the most delicate and most precious part of her pet's feminine anatomy.
"Nipples! The nipples!"
The pet squealed in high-pitched desperation, as her body twisted and her restraints rattled in her locked-in helplessness. The mistress cruelly, yet softly, chuckled as she slowly moved the flame away from her pet's body. The pet relaxed back into her place upon the vertical X.
The mistress pursed her lips together and whistled a short sharp note. One of her servants emerged from the shadows and moved to the side of the cross. There was a large lever beside it, which the servant pulled on a couple of times. With each pull, the cross tilted backwards a few inches.
"Stop."
The mistress ordered her servant, who silently bowed her head in recognition, and slunk back into the shadows, as the pet now laid at a 60 degree angle on the cross. She then moved herself onto her pet, pushing her body against her. It was almost like she was straddling her, as she lifted the candle above her pet's body, and smirked with cruel delight as she slowly tilted it horizontally towards her pet.
"You are not going to enjoy this!"
After the high-pitched squeals finished echoing around the stone brick walls of the cellar, the mistress moved off of her pet's body, but still stood inches from her. Her pet started frantically blowing cool air from her mouth down over her pert breasts. The drizzled wax was quickly hardening on her soft skin.
"Open you mouth. Wide. Show me that tongue."
She ordered her pet, who quickly stopped blowing, and duly obliged as she opened her mouth and held her tongue out flat against her chin.
Without any warning, the mistress quickly snubbed out the flame of the candle, as she pinched the wick of it between her pet's tongue and her own latex-covered thumb. Her pet whimpered.
"Put your tongue away. Good girl."
Her mistress softly instructed and praised her. She then leaned over her, pinching her pet's chin between her finger and thumb, and tilted her head to the side so she could plant a small wet kiss onto her pet's cheek.
"You always could take your punishments well. Just another reason why you're my most favoured pet."
"Thank you, mistress."
Her pet tried but failed to hide just how lifted she felt from her mistress' kind words.
"But I'm not done punishing you, yet. We still need to address your earlier failure, don't we?"
She asked her as she moved her pet's head for her, to look her in the eye.
"Yes, mistress."
She anxiously gulped with a pouty frown.
"Slave, be a good little pathetic doggy and fetch me my riding crop."
The mistress suddenly ordered her pathetic dog-like slave.
"Yes, mistress."
He answered.
The mistress' face suddenly contorted into an angry frown. She quickly turned around, and without any hesitation, she marched right over to him and delivered a very hard, very quick, smack of her latex gloved-hand against the meek slave's exposed ass-cheek.
"Doggies can't talk! How many times must I remind you, cunt?!"
She yelled at the now cowering meek wimp.
"Sorry mistress!"
He frantically apologised.
"Stop speaking! You pathetic little worm! You cuck-adled imbecile! Know your fucking place!!"
She delivered a bunch more very harsh and stinging spanks in swift succession to his quickly-reddening arse.
Just as quick as she started smacking his bum, she suddenly stopped, and composed herself with a soft sigh and an adjustment of a few loose strands of her hair.
"Let's try this again, shall we? Meek little pathetic dogs like you can only ever yip, yap, bark, whimper, and drool all over yourself in reply to me. You must never speak to me. Can you get that through your stupid little head, you dumb maggot? Do you understand?"
She berated him.
Her meek slave started making little short high-pitch whimpering sounds, like a crying dog, as he nodded his head.
"Good. Now stop sitting around sniffing your ass, and do my fucking bidding for me! Fetch me my fucking riding crop, you pathetic stupid animall!"
She ordered angrily.
"Yip! Yip!"
He yipped excitedly, as the servant handling his leash led him away to fulfil his task.
The mistress sighed once again, and looked to her pet still strung up helplessly against the cross.
"I swear, if you started acting anything like that pathetic dumbass, constantly disappointing me with pathetic failures like that, I'd make your life so fucking difficult for you."
She warned her.
"Never, mistress! My only purpose in life is to serve your every whim and need, to the very best of my abilities!"
She quickly spoke.
"You are so very sweet, my special little pet."
Her mistress smiled at her, as she approached her and softly stroked her cheek with her gloved hand.
"But... You have failed me... You failed me earlier this evening, didn't you?"
She twisted her lips into a concerned frown at her pet.
Her pet almost broke into tears, as her eyes watered and her chin started crinkling.
"Aww, there there. Don't fret now, my little pet. I know you didn't mean to fail me. You tried your best. I just need to put you in your place whenever you do wrong. You understand, I only ever punish you because you need to be punished. I take no joy in punishing you..."
She continued to speak softly, comforting her pet.
"...Well... Maybe I enjoy it a little bit!"
She suddenly laughed, almost in a cruel mocking tone. Her pet just softly whimpered.
"You must enjoy be punished, too. That's the only reason I can think for why you decided to fail and disappoint me earlier. Do you enjoy disappointing me? Do you take pleasure in failing your mistress?"
She suddenly wrapped her hand around her pet's throat, and started to gently squeeze on it.
"Please, mistress! I hate disappointing you! It hurts me so bad when I fail to please you! I'd never want to displease you, mistress! Please know this! Please, mistress! Oh please!"
Her pet began to blub and plead.
"Shh!"
She shushed her pet with a stern gaze,
"Don't you worry. I'm going to set you straight with a nice good whipping. I'm going to teach you a real good lesson on how not to displease me in future. You just take your punishment like a good girl, and maybe we'll see about whether you really do hate to disappoint me or not."
"But mistress I-"
Her pet was suddenly interrupted by another shushing from her mistress, as well as having her lips pinched painfully shut between her mistress' finger and thumb.
"Trust me, little pet, I know you never really want to disappoint and fail me,"
She spoke as she continued to pinch her pet's lips shut, not concerned with how much she's hurting her doing that,
"I mean, god help you if you ever actually wanted to disappoint and fail me! Oh no, that would be very bad for you. Trust me."
With her lips still being pinched shut, her mistress leaned in to place her own lips against her pet's ear to softly speak,
"I would make your life suck so fucking bad if you ever did want to do that to me... For starters, I'd demote you from favoured pet status, to one of my lowly bottom-of-the-rung bathroom slaves."
Her pet suddenly squealed in muffled horror at the thought of that, as she tried to shake her head in a 'No! No! No!' way.
"Oh yes, you've heard all about the ordeals I put my bathroom slaves through, haven't you?!"
Her mistress spoke with an excited evil glee as she asked her that.
Her pet nodded her head and mumbled "Yes, mistress" through her pinched lips, muffling the sound of her words.
"Well guess what, if I ever have to make you one of my bathroom slaves, I'd make damn sure that every bathroom visit I take is a real fucking nightmare experience for you! So you better not ever have any thoughts inside that pretty little head of yours to ever purposefully disappoint and fail me. Is that understood?"
She released her lips from her painful pinch.
"Yes, mistress! Loud and clear, mistress!"
Her pet answered with her eyes opened real wide and fearful.
"Good girl."
She smiled at her, just as her pathetic doggy slave crawled eagerly back into the room, the riding crop gripped between his teeth.
The mistress took the crop from her doggy slave's mouth, and stood over him in silence for a few long moments.
"Well? What are you waiting for, fart-face? A treat? Go hump a table leg -- fuck off outta here!"
She yelled at him. He whimpered and pathetically crawled away, led on his leash by the handler servant.
"Ugh."
She then wiped the spit off the crop against the lace of her stocking-covered thigh, and then clapped her hands.
"Prepare her for me."
She ordered her servants, who emerged from the shadows to complete their task.
After a couple minutes of activity, the pet had been released from her restraints, turned around, and tied back up against the X-shaped cross. Her back was now facing out towards her mistress. The servants had placed and secured a special piece of cushioned wood, between the pet's hips and the structure of the cross, which meant that her bum was forced to stick out more, allowing the mistress to have much easier access to her pet's bum, to do what she must do to it...
"I'm not going to lie to you, my little pet, I like you too much to ever lie to you. So, I think I ought to tell you right now, that this punishment I'm about to dish out, is going to sting so fucking bad for you. You're going to hate every last damn second of it. I promise you that. Think you can handle it?"
She warned and asked her.
"For you, mistress, I'll take any amount of pain you need to give me..."
Her special pet gulped, not knowing if she was trying to convince her mistress, or herself, with those words.
"You're one very brave girl,"
...She suddenly spanked her butt cheek hard with the flat end of the leather crop. The stinging slap echoed with piercing sharpness off the walls,
"Or just very foolish!"
She laughed as she smacked her bum with the crop again, completely ignoring her pet's cries and yowls of pain.
"C'mon now, it's just a little sting. You can take it."
She encouraged her pet, as she gave her another hard sharp merciless smack of the crop. Her pet squealed out in reaction to the sharp stinging pain.
"Look at you, you sweet little thing, your bum looks so pretty in pink!"
Her mistress cruelly mocked her after delivering another painful spank to her cheek.
"Just a few more smacks to go, you're doing so good!"
She then cheered her with another smack.
"Pleeeeeeaseee... No moreeee!!"
Her pet cried out in pain after another stinging crop-slap, rattling her tight ungiving restraints against the cross.
"Shush! This'll teach you for giving me too big a piece of cake for my dessert earlier!"
Her mistress sneered as she smacked her sore pinkened ass once more.
"I'm sorry, mistress! I promise I will cut your cake into more evenly-proportioned pieces next time! I promise!"
Her pet yowled desperately.
"Fucking too right, you will,"
She smirked as she spanked her again,
"I want my cake slices to be perfectly sized - not too big nor too small. Perfect. Or else you get this!"
She smacked her ass once again.
"YES MISTRESS!! Ahh fuuuck!! I promise - I promise - I promise - perfect cake slices! Perfect! For you! Fucking perfect! No more spanks, please no more spanks, please please please please please please!!!"
Her pet desperately yelled through her pain as she pushed her hips hard against the cross, desperately wishing to avoid another painful spank.
"Good girl. I think you've learnt your lesson."
Her mistress smiled.
"Yes, mistress! I have, mistress! Thank you, mistress! Oh thank you so much, merciful mistress!"
Her pet sighed deep in relief as the stinging pain ran hard through her bum cheeks.
"Or maybe you need just one more spank? To really let the lesson sink in deep for you? What do you think?"
She pondered aloud.
"NO MORE!! Please, mistress, please! No more! Please! Pretty please!"
Her pet begged.
"Hmm, I don't know...?"
She scratched her chin with the edge of her riding crop.
"Pretty please with a cherry on top! Oh please, mistress, please -- no more spanks! PLEEAAASSEEEE!!!"
She was utterly desperate to avoid just one more smack.
Her mistress bit down onto her crop in thought, as she studied the hot pink bruising forming around her pet's cheek.
"Wow, I've never seen you react this strongly to a punishment, before... Maybe you really have learnt your lesson."
She spoke more sincerely as she placed a tender hand to her pet's sore bum cheek, though she still did have herself a cruel chuckle at her pet's plight.
"I have! I swear! Mistress, please! I promise, mistress, I've learnt my lesson! I'VE LEARNT MY LESSON!!"
She cried out in tears.
"Even so, you did ruin my dessert by giving me too big a piece of cake, and you know your mistress always needs her dessert to be perfect. You wouldn't ever want your mistress to go without a perfectly sweet treat, would you?"
She asked softly into her ear as she continued to comfort her sore cheek.
"No, mistress. You always deserve the best things in life. You're a perfect goddess who deserves nothing less than perfection."
She sniffled as a single tear fell from her eyes.
"Good girl. And you're going to give me a perfectly sweet treat to eat, right now."
She softly chuckled into her ear, and started to lower herself down onto her knee. She laid her crop down onto the floor beside her pet's toe, and pressed a pair of sweet comforting lips to the pink bruises of her pet's cheek, to kiss them away. And then she ran her tongue slow and flat against her soft spongy skin.
Her pet just pulled against her wrist restraints, before she sighed in relief and relaxation, willingly offering herself like as if she even had a choice, to be devoured by her mistress. And her mistress did indeed take great delight in devouring her pet. She proved yet again, just why she's her mistress' most favoured pet...
With that in mind, please enjoy the following fictional story for what it's worth, and let me know your thoughts on it in the comments below.
Happy reading!
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A Most Favoured Pet
She felt the heavy tightness around her wrists.
With the soft rattling of metallic chain against solid wood, she closed her eyes, readying herself for her fate. The leather strap of the cuffs tautened unceremoniously, and locked with two satisfying clinks. She opened her eyes, and looked towards her outstretched arms.
The nymph-like female servants, in their stringy leather underwear, had their eyes fixed in a stern gaze, entirely focused on their task at hand; tying up their mistress' precious pet.
The pet gulped, almost ready to weep, as the servants knelt down by her feet to fix her ankles in place, and complete their task. With another couple satisfying clinks of the leather and chain cuffs, the pet was now thoroughly locked up tight in place, upon the large vertical-standing X-shaped cross.
The servants solemnly bowed their heads and retreated away into the shadows, no doubt to inform their mistress of their completed task.
The pet was made to wait. She had never felt as vulnerable as she did right now. She tried in vain to pull on her restraints. She had no idea what she would do if she had successfully broke free from her restraints though. In fact, the thought of freedom suddenly made her freeze in fear. She feared what would happen to her if her mistress found her free from her shackles. The punishment she would dish out for such a deviant act, made her wince.
But more than the fear of the repercussions to her deviant actions, would be the unbearable guilt of knowing she had let her mistress down. She knew she wouldn't be able to look herself in the mirror ever again for such an act of betrayal to her mistress. No. She had settled on it. She would stay in place exactly where her mistress wants her, and she would accept whatever punishment her mistress deemed appropriate to dish out for her.
She would try to get used to her new surroundings. Alone. In a very darkened, cold, stone brick cellar. The only light was a dim orange glow from a lone trio of beige wax candles perched upon a nearby end table. Fully naked and helpless. Alone.
The wait for her forthcoming audience with her mistress, was pure agony for her...
Eventually, the large oak door to the cellar creaked open. The pet almost broke out into a happy grin as she glanced at her beautiful mistress walking into the cellar, but she quickly withdrew her gaze from that relief of a sight and bowed her head in servitude.
Her mistress was accompanied by one of her truly most pathetic of slaves, who crawled meekly on his knees like a dog behind her, collared and leashed. Also with her, was one of her nymph-like servants, whom the mistress handed the leash of the pathetic slave to, before she strided up to her crucified pet.
She roughly pinched her pet's chin between her finger and thumb, and forced her head up to look her in the eye.
"Has my pet learnt her lesson, yet?"
She asked her with a demented smirk upon her beautiful face.
"Yes, mistress."
She pleaded her answer, her eyes shining like diamonds.
"Wong answer, bitch."
Her mistress grinned with a sinister chuckle, and roughly pushed her pet's head out of her grip. Her pet bowed her head once more, as she watched the high heels of her mistress' black leather boots walk over to the small end table.
"You've disappointed me once already tonight, pet, do you really want to continue to disappoint me with incorrect answers? Do you really think that's going to end well for you to do that? Hmm?"
The mistress impatiently questioned as she picked up one of the odourless wax candles.
"No, mistress!"
The pet was quick to answer.
"Ah, so you do know how to correctly answer my questions. Good. I thought I was going to have to teach you that painful lesson on how to answer me correctly, all over again."
The mistress smiled with delight as she returned to stand in front of her pet again, lit candle still in her hand.
Her pet just silently looked up into her mistress' eyes, pleading for her mercy in total silence.
"But you know the punishment for failing to answer my previous question correctly, don't you?"
She then asked her pet with a more stern expression.
Her pet's eyes saddened, her lip bent into a frown, as she solemnly nodded her head and quietly sighed, "Yes, mistress" in apprehension.
"And what punishment is that? Hmm? How does one punish her naughty pet for her failure to answer her mistress' question correctly?"
The mistress asked.
"You must.. Pour hot wax on me..."
Her pet's lip quivered as she nervously answered her mistress.
"Good girl. This is why you're my most favoured pet - you're just such a good girl! ...Most of the time."
Her mistress softly chuckled, and she then moved the flame of the candle much closer to her pet's skin.
"But tell me, since you're little Miss Know-it-All, where must I pour the hot wax on you? Hmm? Is it here?"
Her mistress held the hot flame a mere inch away from her pet's exposed nipples. Her pet whimpered and tried to move away from the concentrated heat.
"Or here?"
She moved the candle upwards, letting the flame flick for a very brief moment against her pet's chin, who almost squealed as she turned her head to the side, desperately trying to escape from her punishment.
"Or maybe it's down here?"
She moved the candle south, and threatened from mere centimetres away to have the flame lick at the most delicate and most precious part of her pet's feminine anatomy.
"Nipples! The nipples!"
The pet squealed in high-pitched desperation, as her body twisted and her restraints rattled in her locked-in helplessness. The mistress cruelly, yet softly, chuckled as she slowly moved the flame away from her pet's body. The pet relaxed back into her place upon the vertical X.
The mistress pursed her lips together and whistled a short sharp note. One of her servants emerged from the shadows and moved to the side of the cross. There was a large lever beside it, which the servant pulled on a couple of times. With each pull, the cross tilted backwards a few inches.
"Stop."
The mistress ordered her servant, who silently bowed her head in recognition, and slunk back into the shadows, as the pet now laid at a 60 degree angle on the cross. She then moved herself onto her pet, pushing her body against her. It was almost like she was straddling her, as she lifted the candle above her pet's body, and smirked with cruel delight as she slowly tilted it horizontally towards her pet.
"You are not going to enjoy this!"
After the high-pitched squeals finished echoing around the stone brick walls of the cellar, the mistress moved off of her pet's body, but still stood inches from her. Her pet started frantically blowing cool air from her mouth down over her pert breasts. The drizzled wax was quickly hardening on her soft skin.
"Open you mouth. Wide. Show me that tongue."
She ordered her pet, who quickly stopped blowing, and duly obliged as she opened her mouth and held her tongue out flat against her chin.
Without any warning, the mistress quickly snubbed out the flame of the candle, as she pinched the wick of it between her pet's tongue and her own latex-covered thumb. Her pet whimpered.
"Put your tongue away. Good girl."
Her mistress softly instructed and praised her. She then leaned over her, pinching her pet's chin between her finger and thumb, and tilted her head to the side so she could plant a small wet kiss onto her pet's cheek.
"You always could take your punishments well. Just another reason why you're my most favoured pet."
"Thank you, mistress."
Her pet tried but failed to hide just how lifted she felt from her mistress' kind words.
"But I'm not done punishing you, yet. We still need to address your earlier failure, don't we?"
She asked her as she moved her pet's head for her, to look her in the eye.
"Yes, mistress."
She anxiously gulped with a pouty frown.
"Slave, be a good little pathetic doggy and fetch me my riding crop."
The mistress suddenly ordered her pathetic dog-like slave.
"Yes, mistress."
He answered.
The mistress' face suddenly contorted into an angry frown. She quickly turned around, and without any hesitation, she marched right over to him and delivered a very hard, very quick, smack of her latex gloved-hand against the meek slave's exposed ass-cheek.
"Doggies can't talk! How many times must I remind you, cunt?!"
She yelled at the now cowering meek wimp.
"Sorry mistress!"
He frantically apologised.
"Stop speaking! You pathetic little worm! You cuck-adled imbecile! Know your fucking place!!"
She delivered a bunch more very harsh and stinging spanks in swift succession to his quickly-reddening arse.
Just as quick as she started smacking his bum, she suddenly stopped, and composed herself with a soft sigh and an adjustment of a few loose strands of her hair.
"Let's try this again, shall we? Meek little pathetic dogs like you can only ever yip, yap, bark, whimper, and drool all over yourself in reply to me. You must never speak to me. Can you get that through your stupid little head, you dumb maggot? Do you understand?"
She berated him.
Her meek slave started making little short high-pitch whimpering sounds, like a crying dog, as he nodded his head.
"Good. Now stop sitting around sniffing your ass, and do my fucking bidding for me! Fetch me my fucking riding crop, you pathetic stupid animall!"
She ordered angrily.
"Yip! Yip!"
He yipped excitedly, as the servant handling his leash led him away to fulfil his task.
The mistress sighed once again, and looked to her pet still strung up helplessly against the cross.
"I swear, if you started acting anything like that pathetic dumbass, constantly disappointing me with pathetic failures like that, I'd make your life so fucking difficult for you."
She warned her.
"Never, mistress! My only purpose in life is to serve your every whim and need, to the very best of my abilities!"
She quickly spoke.
"You are so very sweet, my special little pet."
Her mistress smiled at her, as she approached her and softly stroked her cheek with her gloved hand.
"But... You have failed me... You failed me earlier this evening, didn't you?"
She twisted her lips into a concerned frown at her pet.
Her pet almost broke into tears, as her eyes watered and her chin started crinkling.
"Aww, there there. Don't fret now, my little pet. I know you didn't mean to fail me. You tried your best. I just need to put you in your place whenever you do wrong. You understand, I only ever punish you because you need to be punished. I take no joy in punishing you..."
She continued to speak softly, comforting her pet.
"...Well... Maybe I enjoy it a little bit!"
She suddenly laughed, almost in a cruel mocking tone. Her pet just softly whimpered.
"You must enjoy be punished, too. That's the only reason I can think for why you decided to fail and disappoint me earlier. Do you enjoy disappointing me? Do you take pleasure in failing your mistress?"
She suddenly wrapped her hand around her pet's throat, and started to gently squeeze on it.
"Please, mistress! I hate disappointing you! It hurts me so bad when I fail to please you! I'd never want to displease you, mistress! Please know this! Please, mistress! Oh please!"
Her pet began to blub and plead.
"Shh!"
She shushed her pet with a stern gaze,
"Don't you worry. I'm going to set you straight with a nice good whipping. I'm going to teach you a real good lesson on how not to displease me in future. You just take your punishment like a good girl, and maybe we'll see about whether you really do hate to disappoint me or not."
"But mistress I-"
Her pet was suddenly interrupted by another shushing from her mistress, as well as having her lips pinched painfully shut between her mistress' finger and thumb.
"Trust me, little pet, I know you never really want to disappoint and fail me,"
She spoke as she continued to pinch her pet's lips shut, not concerned with how much she's hurting her doing that,
"I mean, god help you if you ever actually wanted to disappoint and fail me! Oh no, that would be very bad for you. Trust me."
With her lips still being pinched shut, her mistress leaned in to place her own lips against her pet's ear to softly speak,
"I would make your life suck so fucking bad if you ever did want to do that to me... For starters, I'd demote you from favoured pet status, to one of my lowly bottom-of-the-rung bathroom slaves."
Her pet suddenly squealed in muffled horror at the thought of that, as she tried to shake her head in a 'No! No! No!' way.
"Oh yes, you've heard all about the ordeals I put my bathroom slaves through, haven't you?!"
Her mistress spoke with an excited evil glee as she asked her that.
Her pet nodded her head and mumbled "Yes, mistress" through her pinched lips, muffling the sound of her words.
"Well guess what, if I ever have to make you one of my bathroom slaves, I'd make damn sure that every bathroom visit I take is a real fucking nightmare experience for you! So you better not ever have any thoughts inside that pretty little head of yours to ever purposefully disappoint and fail me. Is that understood?"
She released her lips from her painful pinch.
"Yes, mistress! Loud and clear, mistress!"
Her pet answered with her eyes opened real wide and fearful.
"Good girl."
She smiled at her, just as her pathetic doggy slave crawled eagerly back into the room, the riding crop gripped between his teeth.
The mistress took the crop from her doggy slave's mouth, and stood over him in silence for a few long moments.
"Well? What are you waiting for, fart-face? A treat? Go hump a table leg -- fuck off outta here!"
She yelled at him. He whimpered and pathetically crawled away, led on his leash by the handler servant.
"Ugh."
She then wiped the spit off the crop against the lace of her stocking-covered thigh, and then clapped her hands.
"Prepare her for me."
She ordered her servants, who emerged from the shadows to complete their task.
After a couple minutes of activity, the pet had been released from her restraints, turned around, and tied back up against the X-shaped cross. Her back was now facing out towards her mistress. The servants had placed and secured a special piece of cushioned wood, between the pet's hips and the structure of the cross, which meant that her bum was forced to stick out more, allowing the mistress to have much easier access to her pet's bum, to do what she must do to it...
"I'm not going to lie to you, my little pet, I like you too much to ever lie to you. So, I think I ought to tell you right now, that this punishment I'm about to dish out, is going to sting so fucking bad for you. You're going to hate every last damn second of it. I promise you that. Think you can handle it?"
She warned and asked her.
"For you, mistress, I'll take any amount of pain you need to give me..."
Her special pet gulped, not knowing if she was trying to convince her mistress, or herself, with those words.
"You're one very brave girl,"
...She suddenly spanked her butt cheek hard with the flat end of the leather crop. The stinging slap echoed with piercing sharpness off the walls,
"Or just very foolish!"
She laughed as she smacked her bum with the crop again, completely ignoring her pet's cries and yowls of pain.
"C'mon now, it's just a little sting. You can take it."
She encouraged her pet, as she gave her another hard sharp merciless smack of the crop. Her pet squealed out in reaction to the sharp stinging pain.
"Look at you, you sweet little thing, your bum looks so pretty in pink!"
Her mistress cruelly mocked her after delivering another painful spank to her cheek.
"Just a few more smacks to go, you're doing so good!"
She then cheered her with another smack.
"Pleeeeeeaseee... No moreeee!!"
Her pet cried out in pain after another stinging crop-slap, rattling her tight ungiving restraints against the cross.
"Shush! This'll teach you for giving me too big a piece of cake for my dessert earlier!"
Her mistress sneered as she smacked her sore pinkened ass once more.
"I'm sorry, mistress! I promise I will cut your cake into more evenly-proportioned pieces next time! I promise!"
Her pet yowled desperately.
"Fucking too right, you will,"
She smirked as she spanked her again,
"I want my cake slices to be perfectly sized - not too big nor too small. Perfect. Or else you get this!"
She smacked her ass once again.
"YES MISTRESS!! Ahh fuuuck!! I promise - I promise - I promise - perfect cake slices! Perfect! For you! Fucking perfect! No more spanks, please no more spanks, please please please please please please!!!"
Her pet desperately yelled through her pain as she pushed her hips hard against the cross, desperately wishing to avoid another painful spank.
"Good girl. I think you've learnt your lesson."
Her mistress smiled.
"Yes, mistress! I have, mistress! Thank you, mistress! Oh thank you so much, merciful mistress!"
Her pet sighed deep in relief as the stinging pain ran hard through her bum cheeks.
"Or maybe you need just one more spank? To really let the lesson sink in deep for you? What do you think?"
She pondered aloud.
"NO MORE!! Please, mistress, please! No more! Please! Pretty please!"
Her pet begged.
"Hmm, I don't know...?"
She scratched her chin with the edge of her riding crop.
"Pretty please with a cherry on top! Oh please, mistress, please -- no more spanks! PLEEAAASSEEEE!!!"
She was utterly desperate to avoid just one more smack.
Her mistress bit down onto her crop in thought, as she studied the hot pink bruising forming around her pet's cheek.
"Wow, I've never seen you react this strongly to a punishment, before... Maybe you really have learnt your lesson."
She spoke more sincerely as she placed a tender hand to her pet's sore bum cheek, though she still did have herself a cruel chuckle at her pet's plight.
"I have! I swear! Mistress, please! I promise, mistress, I've learnt my lesson! I'VE LEARNT MY LESSON!!"
She cried out in tears.
"Even so, you did ruin my dessert by giving me too big a piece of cake, and you know your mistress always needs her dessert to be perfect. You wouldn't ever want your mistress to go without a perfectly sweet treat, would you?"
She asked softly into her ear as she continued to comfort her sore cheek.
"No, mistress. You always deserve the best things in life. You're a perfect goddess who deserves nothing less than perfection."
She sniffled as a single tear fell from her eyes.
"Good girl. And you're going to give me a perfectly sweet treat to eat, right now."
She softly chuckled into her ear, and started to lower herself down onto her knee. She laid her crop down onto the floor beside her pet's toe, and pressed a pair of sweet comforting lips to the pink bruises of her pet's cheek, to kiss them away. And then she ran her tongue slow and flat against her soft spongy skin.
Her pet just pulled against her wrist restraints, before she sighed in relief and relaxation, willingly offering herself like as if she even had a choice, to be devoured by her mistress. And her mistress did indeed take great delight in devouring her pet. She proved yet again, just why she's her mistress' most favoured pet...
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