boundfem
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I had been training with my Mistress for several months. I was collared, but She felt I needed a considerable amount of training and so She trained me intensely with an enormous amount of expectations and for every mistake or flaw, I was punished. On one of my scheduled days of service to Her, I arrived at Her dungeon on time (there'd be hell to pay if I was late, so I was careful to never be late). As soon as I saw Her, I knelt as I had to do every time I was in Her presence unless She otherwise specified. There were some days, that everything was completely formal and full of ritual. On other days, though not that many, I was allowed to be a bit more relaxed and sit on the furniture and speak with Mistress a bit more freely. There were less of those days, but it was always up to Mistress according to Her mood and I was informed upon arrival if we were going to have a relaxed day. Even if this were the case, I was still expected to speak only with respect to my Mistress and I still had to ask permission for certain things: ie to leave the room if She were in it, to go to the bathroom, to drink, to smoke, etc. I enjoyed these days sometimes as I got to enjoy the company of my Mistress and perhaps, watch a movie or eat a nice dinner together. She was still my Mistress - always- but during those times, I was not required to be in formal training mode. This day was not one of those days.
"Hello, Mistress, " I say trully excited to see Her. She tells me to head to the dungeon room and She will meet me there and She turns to go into another room. I head to the dungeon room and kneel awaiting Her. I look around the room that has become so familiar to me: the deep crimson and black carpet, the chains that hang from the ceiling, the crisp black leather couch, the gothic sconces on the wall and the candles all around that dimly light the room. I wait for several minutes; thoughts run through my head as I wonder what Mistress has in store for me today. Some days, she enjoys tormenting me and testing and pushing my pain threshold and making my body writhe in pleasure; and some days I am allowed to cum and satisfy the burning inside me, others I am denied the privelege and I must suffer the agony of my unsatisfied hunger. My orgasms are totally up to Mistress's discretion and She decides on Her whim if and when and how I may orgasm. Some days, I clean or do other types of chores, and on other days, She sends me out on errands all day to hunt down things She desires. Mistress is a total perfectionist and it is almost impossible to complete the tasks perfectly; I try my hardest to please Her, but, She wishes to train me to do everything perfectly according to Her expectations. She is a gorgeous sadistic Goddess and it is my number one focus in my life: to please Mistress and satisfy Her expectations. My job is where I must go everyday, but my time otherwise belongs to Her and the wish to please and serve Her is what I strive for always.
Finally after ten minutes or so on my knees, Mistress enters. She walks directly in front of me and stops and I bend down and lightly kiss Her boots as I have done every time She enters the dungeon room for the first time in my day with Her. "Thank you, Mistress, for Your training, " I say, which is what I must say after I kiss Her feet. "How are you doing today, pet? " She asks me, in such a caring manner, yet she never loses Her commanding aura for a second.
"I am well, Mistress, thank You."
"Good, I am glad." She smiles at me. In the next breath, She orders, "Clothes off, " matter of factly as she stands over me. I immediately get up and disrobe, removing every piece of clothing and laying it in a neat pile and return to my kneeling position. Mistress grabs a crop from the wall and sits on the leather couch. She motions for me to come in front of Her and so I scooch over a few feet so that I am kneeling in front of Her. My hands remain on my thighs as Mistress slowly drags the crop down my shoulder to my breast as she informs me, "Today, I have a friend coming over." Mistress slowly pulls the crop down to my crotch. "You are to be on your absolute best behavior. I expect you to do everything you are supposed to, no mistakes. Understand?"
"Yes, Mistress, " I quickly reply, wondering who is coming over and what it has to do with me.
Mistress tells me to spread my legs and to put my hands on my head and I immediately do so. "If you make me proud and act properly, you will be rewarded. If you do anything wrong in front of my company, you will be a very sorry slave. I hope you do not dissappoint me," Mistress then strikes the crop down hard on my pussy.
"Yes, Mistress!" The stroke of the crop forces me to answer forcefully. She strikes my pussy again, harder and I let out a moan, but am careful not to move from position. She flicks the crop between my pussy lips and I can feel a slight wetness building. Mistress lets the crop come down again on the same spot.
Mistress puts the crop in front of my mouth horizontally and commands me, "Open." I open my mouth as she places the crop in my mouth. I then clamp down as she tells me to "hold this". Mistress then gets up and walks behind me.
"My company is coming in a while. In the meantime... hmmmm.. " Mistress paused for a minute thinking. She returns with what I could see were two clothespins which she puts down on the couch. She walks again behind me and I hear her tell me, "I want you to polish these, " and she lays several floggers, crops, whips, restraints and all the leather toys I knew of in the room on the couch. Mistress then tosses a rag in front of me and puts a bottle of leather polish on the coffee table next to the couch. My hands are still on top of my head and my knees are spread as I have not been told to move otherwise. Mistress picks up the two clothespins from the couch and one at a time, clamps them on each of my nipples. The pain is quick and sharp and I let out a short sigh. "Don't want it to be boring for you, my dear, " Mistress says, amused a bit more than I am. Boring would have been okay; in ten minutes, I know my nipples will be burning intensely. In twenty, I fear the burn will be intolerable. I don't even know how long She will leave them on me.
Mistress takes the crop from my mouth and adds it to the pile. "You can begin, " Mistress says with the same tone of voice that my college professors used. I quickly grab the first implement in reach and the bottle and rag and start my task. "Those clothespins better not move or I'll move them in a way you will not like, " She adds.
"Yes, Mistress, " I say, my voice slightly pained.
Mistress grabbs my hair suddenly and pulls my head straight back, "I'll be back in a bit, " she chimed as she lightly kissed my forehead. She left the room and I polished.
I polished for ten minutes when as I predicted, the burning became intense. I breathed in through my nose and out through my mouth as I bared the budding pain. I was careful to do a thorough job, making sure that on every spot, the polish was evenly applied and that there was no dust or lint anywhere on each of Mistress's toys. Every piece was nice and shiny. About ten more minutes went by and my knees were beginning to ache so I shifted my weight which alleviated most of that discomfort. But, there was nothing I could do about the slicing pain in my nipples. My body wanted me to pull those clothespins ever so slightly even for one second to relieve my burning nipples, but I wouldn't dare no matter what. Not only would I be punished far worse than any of the pain that those clothespins were causing, but I would be disobeying my Mistress and nothing would abate the guilt I would feel for that. I was attempting to dilligently clean the implements, but I kept stopping to place my arms down and bend forward on my knuckles as I was now in severe pain. I closed my eyes and tried to wish the pain to subside in my brain. I had to keep working for if I did not finish what Mistress thought was the amount that should be done by the time She returned, I feared She'd be unhappy with my work, which would also result in some kind of torturous, very unpleasant punishment for me. I looked at my watch and watched the minutes drag on. I tried blowing on my nipples, but that was completely pointless.
I had about 3/4 of the toys given to me in my done pile. I heard Mistress's footsteps as She entered the room and I began polishing even quicker and without hesitations so She would not think I was not working hard. The pain was so intense at this point, I wanted to just sob. I kept letting out little whimpers uncontrollably. Mistress ordered me to stop and turn around to face Her as She walked toward me and I about faced, still on my knees. She told me to put my hands on my head and I did, wishing She would kindly remove those bastardly clothespins from my nipples. Please please please just take them off, I was begging in my mind. I didn't say a word because that would only cause Her to leave them on longer than She intended or to flick them with Her fingers to cause me even more discomfort; I know because I've made that mistake before. If She were to ask me how my nipples are feeling or if She were to ask me if I have any requests, then I would be allowed to plead for their removal. Otherwise, I must bare what She wills to do with me. Mistress walks behind me in the small space between myself and the couch. I can see Her picking up and looking at each of the implements I polished out of the corner of my eye. Please please please hurry and get these things off of me, I wished so loudly I think She could almost hear the thoughts in my brain.
I could see through my peripheral vision Mistress putting the toys back down one by one on the couch and she then walked around so that She was in front of me again. My mind was filled only with my thoughts running rampantly wishing She would just remove those clothespins. With my hands still on my head, Mistress lightly caressed my breasts around my nipples. She worked in circles making me think of nothing else but the raw burn of my nipples. I thrust my body slightly toward Her trying to subconsciously will Her to end my current misery. Mistress took one hand and began fingering my clit slowly. It was all I could do to remain still and not move and I wasn't going to do anything that could possibly cause these clothespins to be on me for a longer time. I knew that was what my Mistress was almost trying to make me do.. She was trying to make it very difficult for me not to squirm so that if I did, she would leave me with the clothespins or there'd be flicking them intently causing agony and I would have almost knowingly caused my own added suffering. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back and moaned in the mix of the cutting pain of my nipples and the waves of sensation running through my body from Mistress's fingering. "I'm not bothering you, am I?" I was asked.
"No, Mistress, I am Yours to do whatever You wish. I love to suffer for You, Mistress." was the correct answer I made my mouth say. Certain questions asked had definitive answers Mistress expected to hear. At first, it was difficult to remember these responses- especially with such distractions as what I was enduring now. After enough training, I could say these things in my sleep. Mistress took two fingers and penetrated my pussy, sliding Her fingers in me as far as She could reach. I almost fell over, but managed to keep my hands on my head and whimpered loudly as I was becoming so wet with desire at this point. Mistress pulled her fingers out of me suddenly and put them in front of my lips. Knowing what She expected, I began to suck my own wetness off of her fingers. I sucked hard and fiercely as I was taught a slave must always suck what is in her mouth hard and fiercly. "Good girl, " She praised me. Her praise was worth everything in the world and I'd do anything to earn it.
Mistress removed Her fingers from my mouth and walked behind me. The pain in my nipples was almost unreal. Mistress told me I did a good job on Her toys. Thank the lord I thought to myself. "Thank you, Mistress " I replied to Her compliment. I was happy I pleased her, but I was even more relieved that I would not be punished one way or another through these clothespins. There was a minute of silence as Mistress just stood behind me. Please please please, I thought in my head. Finally, after what seemed like an absolute eternity of that silence and my waiting with my hands on my head and the piercing pain of my nipples shooting through my brain, She finally asked: "Would you like me to take the clothespins off?"
"Pleeeeeaaase, Mistress, if You would have mercy on Your slave. " I knew She'd like that. I said it with an absolute begging tone in my voice and then I let out a few true whimpers of pain. I know if I said too much or said please a dozen times in a row like my instinct was to do, She would only leave me in my plight. I learned this early in my training as well. My Mistress felt undignified begging was unbecoming and unnecessary unless she wished to see a slave beg in such a manner specifically.. Some begging by a slave is a good thing, I was told, but too much is whiney and childish and won't be rewarded with what I wish. This can be so hard, especially when I am in as much torment as I am in this moment, but I am learning to control myself according to Mistress's wishes.
"Yes, " I was informed and my heart danced for joy. This was one of the most tormentuous moments in my time with Mistress. Waiting and waiting for something that could have been done five minutes ago when my nipples are dying in pain is torture. It's more tortuous than any crop, cane or paddle. I thrust my nipples forward so anxious for this happy moment in my meager life. Mistress leaned over and asked if I was ready. She asked this because She knew that the immediate pain upon removal of clothespins is mind blowing. The pain increases so fast and so hard before it will subside. I answer in the affirmative and take a deep breath and close my eyes. She takes them off quickly mercifully and I yelp in a momentary agony. "Thank You, Mistress," I quickly mutter through my pained breath. I bend over slightly to catch my breath as the pain starts to subside.
"You can put your hands down now, " Mistress commands.
Again, I thank Her as I breath slower as the burning subsides more and more. My nipples are still burning, but it is completely bareable at this point. It remains at this same constant level and I am so grateful to be free of the excruciating clothespins.
"My company is coming shortly. Do you have to use the bathroom before She comes? " Mistress asks.
"Yes, please, Mistress."
"Go and then come back here. Put everything back where it goes . You can finish the rest another day. After everything is cleaned up, you can wait for us on your knees over there, face the wall, hands behind your back. Understand? " She pointed to a place near the corner of the room on the same wall as the door.
8"Yes, Mistress, " and I leave the dungeon room and use the restroom. I wash my hands and face with cool water and rub my nipples which is of the greatest relief. I return to the dungeon and put the different toys away and then get down on my knees and face the wall as Mistress instructed with my hands clasped behind my back not knowing how long it would be that I remain here.
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jade's Training- story Part 1 - 
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gives me an idea or two. Well actually I've been this cruel/nice before but now I want to do it again. 
What kind of company is comming over?
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