Stories - a slaves Rendition

	slavegirl iris gets her comeuppance (submitted by: Master B [website]) (written by: slavegirl iris on behalf of Master B) Master B is forced to take his favorite slavegirl into hand with the assistance of two beautiful Mistresses. i have had intensely submissive leanings since puberty. For some years, i staved them off, since i though that it was inappropriate for a woman to submit to a man, even in play. After all, throughout history women have fought so fervently for their rights, and i knew that none of my female friends would understand how i, a strong, confidant woman in my public life, could possibly wish to willingly submit to a powerful, Dominant Male to the degree that he owned me completely. It took many false starts and unhappy encounters before i found my Owner, the One whom i now call "Master." Skillfully, kindly but never less than firmly, he trained me to realize my potentialities as a submissive. It was He who rechristened me "slavegirl iris", the name inscribed on the peach-colored kid leather collar i now wear at all times. To this date, i have belonged to my Master for three years and forty two days. i am still learning how best to please Him - there are times when He becomes unhappy with what he terms my "recalcitrant insolence", and the story that follows is an account of one particularly memorable episode for all concerned. It has been rewritten from notes in my daily journal, which The Master insists i keep. i awoke one morning at 5am, as is customary, in the large steel cage which my Master, Master B, had installed for me at the foot of his bed at the time of my collaring. The cage is lined with a soft fleece blanket and in a corner sit two pink crystal dog bowls, one containing filtered water, the other filled with pieces of fresh fruit. i am not allowed to eat at Master's table, and must consume all food from my crystal bowls. Master locks my cage each night before i fall asleep, and i have been trained to control my urge to urinate until the morning. Master unlocked the door to my cage, calling out, "iris! Time to wake up and attend to your morning chores. I expect to see you dressed, groomed and ready in 20 minutes." i caught a quick glimpse of Him as he turned and left the bedroom. Master never fails to inspire in me the most unbridled lust. He invariably wears tight leather pants, which wonderfully accentuate His impeccably firm calves, thighs and buttocks. His chest is muscled and lean, and His darkly intense complexion reminds me of those mysterious gypsies i was told about as a child. Unlike many men, He combines the gift of empathy with a stern, masculine presence. Who could want more? Master had neatly laid out my apparel on a wooden chair. He is responsible for choosing what i wear each and every day. i donned a pair of ivory stockings and attached them to a delicate lace garter belt. Ivory silk panties concealed my trimmed and perfumed pubic region and my breasts remained bare. i finished dressing with a tiny ruffled ivory silk skirt which scarcely covered my buttocks, and a pair of ivory kid leather buckled stilettos. i pinned my hair into a neat chignon, which Master likes, and dabbed a touch of powder and translucent gloss onto my cheeks and lips. Precisely twenty minutes later, i stood to attention awaiting Master's instructions, my back to the door. i heard Him enter and approach, and felt His imperious eyes looking me up and down to make sure that i was correctly attired. He ran one hand gently over my left buttock, skimming my stocking top with His fingers. Immediately, delicious wetness soaked the slip of silk between my legs. It was virtually impossible to remain still. In silence, Master drew one finger across the gusset of my panties. I yielded, and rubbed my thighs against each other in excitement. With no warning, Master brought the palm of His hand down onto my buttock with such force that I could not stifle a cry. "iris, it is 5:30 in the morning, and already, you have displeased Me. you have miserably failed your daily panty and stocking exam. I see a run on the back of your left stocking, and to add insult to injury, the beautiful silk underwear which I picked out for you only yesterday is now stained." The Master's words combined with the smart rap on my buttock caused me untold humiliation. i live to please Master, and even when i rebel against His commands, my heart and soul is set on becoming his most treasured and obedient submissive. my cheeks flushed from the shame of having overlooked the untoward run in my stockings, and it was with relief that i lay myself over Master B's knees in order to receive discipline. Master's leather pants nestled against my naked breasts, and His arousal was palpable. He pulled up my skirt and proceeded to spank my buttocks with His bare hands. With each application of His formidable palm, i jerked slightly in pain, but was, simultaneously, unbearably aroused by Master's pleasure. From time to time, He would murmur, "this is for your own good, iris. you are aware, I hope, that when you misbehave, it is my duty to teach you how not to repeat your mistakes." Nevertheless, i know Master looked upon discipline as more than a duty - it was customary for his leather encased member to swell considerably when selecting whips and crops destined for my tender flesh. With smarting, bruised buttocks, i was instructed to lift myself off Master's lap and administer to Him a vigorous shoulder and back massage. "After My generous willingness to correct your clumsiness, I expect an especially thorough and well-applied job", admonished Master B. Then, He called into the room another of His slavegirls, a beautiful creature with flowing auburn hair and a delightfully trim figure cinched by an emerald green corset. Like myself, this slavelette's buttocks were exposed, and she wore a pair of impossibly high stilettos whose ankle buckles were secured with two tiny padlocks. It was difficult to contain my jealousy as The Master instructed his "emerald slavelette" to kneel before him, gently caressing her hair before commanding her to polish his pants with her tongue. Langorously, she began licking Master's creamy, scented leather pants with slow sweeps of her rosy tongue. i kneaded Master's shoulders, willing my fingers to ease out all tension in his muscles. i was gifted, now and then, with his sighs of relaxation, which made me work harder. As devoted as i was to my assigned task, it was impossible not to glance, now and then, at emerald slavelette's sensuous movements. her tongue circled the contour of the Master B's pulsing groin, and, with each application He spread His wonderful legs wider, pulling gently at her hair and whispering to her in such a low voice that i could not hear His words. Abruptly, without so much as a glance in my direction, He barked out, "iris, you are losing concentration. Get on with your job." Resentfully now, i continued massaging in silence as Master B stroked the patch of black silk which split emerald slavelette's ample buttocks. she writhed and groaned, her tongue working furiously over Master's leathers. "Perhaps, this morning, I will allow you to release yourself, pet", He murmured. "Oh, please, yes Master!" cried out emerald slavelette. "Only when I grant permission." Master pulled a silver egg from a nearby console. It emitted a humming sound, and when he placed it against emerald slavelette's soaked panties, she gasped out and started to spasm. Master lifted up her chin and looked her directly in the eye with a stern, unwavering gaze. "Now, I will be most upset if you release before I give permission, pet". He pushed emerald slavelette's face down toward his beautifully shined leather boots and instructed her to continue polishing. The silver egg buzzed louder, and after a time, Master allowed emerald slavelette her reward, which she took in the throes of pleasure spasms. Master caressed her and complimented her on her performance then, with a light rap on her buttocks, directed her to leave the room on her hands and knees. Master had not paid any attention to me during this interlude, and now he spoke out in a disconcerting tone, "jealousy is one of the cardinal sins as far as a submissive is concerned, iris. you are, quite frankly, incorrigible. your lackluster massage and your unbecoming resentment are beyond the pale. I am going to be forced to punish you most severely." For the first time that day, sounds escaped my lips. i threw myself down in front of Master and begged him to forgive me, that i would work one hundred times harder in future, and that i could not bear his punishment - that i would collapse. Ignoring my plea, Master stepped over me and pulled me roughly to my feet. "Go to the punishment room, and not a sound more, or you will suffer unbearably", He said in a cold voice. i trembled as Master pulled my legs apart and secured my ankles to a metal frame. He tied my wrists to a pulley overhead and winched it up until i was stretched so tautly i thought i might split. Steeling myself for a lengthy whipping, i shut my tearful eyes, but Master B left the room. In silence, i allowed my tears to roll down my cheeks. Shortly thereafter, i heard voices. Master B entered the room with what sounded like two women. They encircled me, and i saw that the women were dressed in black leather gowns, sporting cruel expressions. One woman was tall with dark hair arranged in a high swirl. The other was petite, with striking red hair and a ruby choker about Her pale neck. The Master explained to the two women in a loud, humiliating manner that i was an errant submissive, and that they were invited to join Him in teaching me an unforgettable lesson. One woman, whom i was instructed to address as Mistress Vena, had already pulled a leather flogger from a hook on the wall. She struck me across the back with such force and precision that the wind was knocked out of me. Master stood in front of me, looking on approvingly, as i was subjected to one of the most severe whippings i have ever endured. With each stroke of the whip, my body lurched forwards and then bounced back ready for the next blow. The tall woman, Maitresse Juliette, pinched my thighs with Her long fingers, and then pulled loose my panties so that my genital region was exposed to all and sundry. Master laughed heartily at this sight and egged Her on as She attached clips to my labia, which She in turn tied to a plastic water bucket. my labia stretched out by the bucket hanging from metal clips, i was sure that i would faint. Mistress Vena proceeded to pour water into the bucket so that the weight pulling down on my labia became successively more excruciating. The Master now took His place behind me and cropped my inflamed buttocks, causing the half-filled water bucket to sway back and forth to the amusement of all, except myself. my head drooped and the room began to go dark. When i came to, i was lying on a cashmere blanket. The cruel women had disappeared, and my Master sat by my side, stroking my hair and shoulders. "poor little iris," he whispered, "what torment she was forced to endure today. But she was stoic and I am proud of her." With these words, my fear and humiliation melted. i clasped my Master's hands and promised Him that i would use every drop of energy to work at pleasing Him in future. Master held my hands, and then carefully rubbed salve into my bruised back and buttocks. He lifted me in His arms and carried me to His bed, where He allowed me to lie for a while, my head on His lap. "iris, you are my favorite slavegirl, and I expect much of you. Let this be a lesson never to question My motives. I know what is best for you above all, and My demands should never be challenged or resisted." With that, he allowed me to fall asleep, reminding me before I drifted off that i still had my whip polishing duties to attend to before the day came to a close. Submitted by slavegirl iris on behalf of her Master B.

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