PROLOGUE
Mistress Emma had Her demons awaken and tormenting Her. I still didn’t know the exact reason for it, but She needed a relief in one form or another, and as Her number one, I am always at Her feet. To provide whatever is needed, to make sure She is always happy!
THE FIRST STEP
When my Mistress called me, I could hear something was wrong. She was agitated, perhaps even a little bit angry. She was not her usual self, and I asked Her what had happened that gave Her these emotions. She didn’t answer, and I realized, of course, She doesn’t have to tell me anything. I am not the one to hold her accountable for anything.
Mistress Emma just asked me: “Do you still consider yourself my number one slave?” Well, for sure, I said yes to Her. Then She asked: “Slave, if your Mistress needs you, what would be your solution?”. I thought about it for a minute and replied, “This is an easy question, Mylady, in the way you ask this, I assume it is something to be corrected with a proper punishment, isn’t it so?”. Mylady said yes, so I continued:
“well Mylady, I am happy to take the punishment for you!”.
I had no idea why a punishment needed to be executed, nor did I know who would execute it or what the punishment would be about. But She is my Mistress, and I need to do whatever it takes to take this burden off Her back. She ordered me to come to the studio immediately, and I went as quickly as possible.
I could see in Her eyes She wasn’t happy with the situation. She didn’t explain to me what happened, but said that a very tough punishment was in order. As there was no other person in her studio, I realized She would carry out the punishment herself. I undressed, took a quick shower, and met Mylady again in her studio.
She didn’t speak much to me anymore, tied me to the St. Andreas cross, and I noticed Mistress Emma not only tied my arms but also my legs, feet, and my middle. I could not move an inch, and I worried, what She would do to me. In total silence, Mylady started to whip me with a force I had not felt from her before. I realized I had no chance to use a safe word. It was Her punishment, so She would be the only one to stop this. After the whip came the paddle, and my bottom hurt enormously. After a while, my whole body was glowing. I felt the pain, the marks on my back, and I wondered, were they bleeding?
Normally, when Miss Emma would hurt me like this, occasionally, She would stop, cuddle me lightly, cool me down with some ice, or make some sweet remarks. But in this case, no words of comfort, no lovely touch to encourage me, nothing at all.
When my Goddess untied me, I had difficulty standing up. She let me sit on the bed and asked me: “Have you been punished enough, slave?” She must have known my answer; it is not I who could decide this, only She could. And for me? Well, the answer was as obvious as well: “No, slave, no! It was not enough! But I will cut you some slack today. Take a shower and go home! I will call you for a continuation of the punishment.” When I left, She didn’t even give me the normal hug I always looked forward to, just a short goodbye, and She closed the door.
THE SECOND STEP
The next morning, Mylady sent me a short message, asking how I was doing. I was broken, so I told her that. Working was extremely hard that day, and I wondered constantly whether my colleagues would notice I had difficulties walking and sitting. No further reply from Mylady, and I did not dare to contact Her anymore that day. Then at the end of the day, She texted me: “Come and meet me tomorrow, slave! 16.00 sharp in my studio!” I changed some appointments for the next day, and at the given time, I was in Her studio. Her face was as hard as the first time, and I was worried. What happened? Why doesn’t She tell me anything? Why doesn’t She talk to me in a friendly way?
My Queen ordered me to lie on the bed, strapped me, and chained me. She then took her electro kit and started to give me an intense treatment. I was in great pain, and after a while, tears rolled from my eyes. Miss Emma must have seen it, but She didn’t comfort me. She didn’t give me hope that the pain would be over soon. Mylady continued and continued. The moment I thought I would pass out, She stopped. I felt relieved, but that was only for a very short time. She took a long, thin cane and started to hit the bottom of my feet. Not once or twice, but at least fifty times, and I cried my eyes out of pain. Again, a safe word would not make much sense. It was Her punishment. She must stop this, not me!
“Do you think this punishment is enough, slave?”, Mistress Emma asked that question again. “I don’t know Mylady”, I replied, “Only you can decide this, it is not my place to judge you!” She demanded I take a shower, but I could barely walk! My feet hurt like hell, and I almost fell while going to the bathroom. What has happened, I wondered? What has She done, so She had the need to punish me so severely?
Again, Mylady showed me out without any words of comfort, no lovely touch, nothing to make me feel a little bit better. I stumbled down the stairs and took my bike back to my room. I tried to treat my wounded body, but I was in a lot of pain. I took a few painkillers and went to bed. But just before I fell asleep, I received a message from Mylady: “Punishment not yet over, see you tomorrow, same time, same place. Conform!” And what choice do you have? She is in control, and she apparently was relying on Her number 1 to do the proper thing. I confirmed and tried to sleep.
THE FINAL STEP
I called the office in the morning, telling them I would take a day off. I then rushed to the drugstore and bought some cream, some more painkillers, and a sleeping tablet. I went back to my room, set the alarm, took care of my wounds, and went to sleep using the tablet. I had to rest as much as possible to withstand the next challenge.
When I came to Mylady, I saw Her in a way I had never seen Her before. She looked more beautiful than ever. Miss Emma was dressed in her prettiest outfit, and for a second, I thought She had a small smile back on her lovely face. It was perhaps just a glimmer of hope for me, but hope is the last thing that disappears.
When I undressed, I saw Her examining my marks. They were all over my back, bottom, upper legs, and arms, and under my feet. She must have noticed I couldn’t stand straight. She must have seen I was in great pain. She must have felt my fear for what would happen next...
Mylady tied me up to the cross again and started the whipping. Again, in total silence and I accepted it all but was sure this was close to dying. I cried, and She must have seen my tears. But it was not a signal to stop. I wanted to use the stop word; I needed to end this pain. But if this was her way to get redemption, I should be strong until the end. She took a paddle and started hitting me again, but it was softer than before, at least I thought it was...
Her face was then close to mine. She looked at me and said, “Are you crying, slave?” Well, it was obvious, wasn’t it? And at that moment, I realized it was all over. Mylady smiled and gave me a small kiss on the cheek. She kissed one of my tears away and caressed my wounded back. I felt my body relaxing and was waiting for her next move.
Mylady untied me and made me lay down on the bed. She then gave me one of my favourite rewards; she kissed, nibbled, and bit my nipples. Suddenly, I felt excitement, and I was almost ashamed. She laughed, “It is okay, slave, you can relax now, play with yourself! And when you want, you can come as well. I needed a hard punishment, I cannot and will not tell you why, but you took the punishment for me without asking, without complaining.
You proved once more you are my number 1 slave, and I am proud of you and thankful for your service”.
When I almost met my orgasm, She ordered me to release it on her tie-high 35 cantimeter long heeled boots and then gave me another nice reward, my Mistress allowed me to lick all the cum of Her lovely attire.
When I left, She opened the door with a smile, gave me a big hug, wished me a fast recovery, and gave me the loveliest smile you could ever imagine. And this is all you can wish for as a slave.
Your humble servant: Slave Alexander
