a steve's story

steve took one last look at himself in the full length mirror that adorned the cool blue walls of the chamber before kneeling in position in front of it. his hair was quite long, it hadn’t been cut for a month or so and he knew this would upset his Mistress. As her subject, it was his duty to keep his hair as short as possible and he had so obviously failed in this task. As the loyal subject of Mistress Fhionna, he had submitted to many changes to his life, the tasks to achieve, the wearing of a collar overnight, the marks She made on his body, wearing the chain and slave bangle that She had so thoughtfully presented to him. All of these things were signs of his devotion to her. he did NOT want to upset her. The standard of servitude She demanded and the devotion She required were hard to fulfill at times but all was worth the effort as steve remembered the look of sheer joy in her eyes as she caused him pain. She expected no less than perfection and, mostly, he could achieve it for her.

Quite suddenly, he felt Her fingers run over his back from the neck down, between his legs and down to his ankles. Just as suddenly, the fingers were gone to be replaced by nails. The deep scratching that he knew would leave long red trails over his body. Once the pain subsided slightly, steve kissed his Mistress’ foot in order to thank Her but before he had time to rest his head back on the floor, long fingers had laced themselves through his hair and pulled him upward. he stumbled to his feet but dared not look at Her. he kept his arms firmly clamped behind his back, as he had been taught to do. ‘Why do you dishonour Me?’ His Mistress’ voice was quiet but full of potency. She was known to choose her words very carefully and these particular words struck fear in his heart. steve had not until this point been given permission to speak which he was glad he had remembered in time, rather than to add to his punishment by uttering something which had not been sanctioned. ‘I do not expect a reply from you boy as I can see your disloyalty by the length of the hair on your head’. steve could only whimper as the pain in his scalp grew stronger and more intense. Letting go of his hair, Mistress pointed to the long whipping table and instructed him to lay face down and stretch out his arms to each side. he did so. Mistress never covered his eyes as She liked the connection they made as he was about to feel her punishment. his eyes always met with Hers and with each raised arm came a stroke of sheer pain, rained down on back or buttocks as She saw fit. he saw the passion in her eyes as She delivered each stroke methodically and with perfect aim, never missing Her desired target.

This was the second time he had failed in his duties to his Mistress and never wanted to repeat the same mistakes. After a multitude of strokes had been dealt to his back, Mistress Fhionna released her subject and directed him to kneel on the floor in-front of her. Firmly grasping his head in Her hands She made steve look straight into Her eyes. he saw excitement there and a caring that he knew that only She was capable of. Taking his large erect nipples in Her hands She twisted them until he squirmed. Little moans of discomfort escaped from between his parted lips making Mistress gaze at his face for Her own pleasure, pleasure born of his pain. he knew She wanted to torture him more severely and bowed to kiss Her feet in acceptance. Taking this as a sign of submission, Mistress Fhionna lead steve to the cage in the corner of the room where She proceeded to run a rope through the collar around his neck, across to his wrist cuffs and tied them in position on the bars at each side of him. The rope then was guided back to the D ring at the front of his sturdy black collar and down the centre of his body to his cock and balls. There the rope encircled his erection and tightly cupped the balls as they hung beneath. The rope was pulled tight and made the balls swell. From there it passed down to his ankles, tying each one to the bars at the sides of the cage, as with his wrists. steve could only guess what was coming next but having tasted the most wicked side of his Mistress, he knew it was going to be painful. he had never in his life before met someone who enjoyed giving pain so much and he was entirely grateful to be in her servitude. Her command over him was so real and so intense that he could scarcely breathe at times. The panic She induced in his chest was almost unbearable.
Mistress Fhionna placed a soft and supple but large gag between the lips of her subject before attaching electrodes to his nipples and his now somewhat discoloured appendage. The collar kept his head high and the saliva, as an effect of the gag, soon began to run down his chin, onto his chest and then his cock. This brought a smile to Mistress’ own strongly defined lips. Keeping a close focus on his face, She sat elegantly on the bench in-front of the cage where he was tied in place and began the slow but progressive torture to his nipples, cock an balls. steve wriggled in his bonds and moaned as the current pulsed its way through his delicate and sensitive areas, all the time keeping his eyes firmly locked on his Mistress’ face. He was in heaven. To bring such delight to one so cruel but kind was his ideal role in life. he could not ask to be any happier than this. The pain surged through him like an arrow through his heart, spiking out to all the other tender areas of his body, making him only too aware of his need to feel such pain and the pleasure he knew it would give Her. his fate was sealed. How could he ever belong properly to someone else. She had touched him deep within and had made her mark on his soul.

After some time, Mistress Fhionna let her subject rest. She removed the gag from his mouth and relished the slow smile that spread across his lips. Taking her time to release him from the rope and the cage She then directed him back to the bondage table. There he lay on his back, as instructed, and held his arms out to the sides to be manacled in place. His ankles were also strapped into position but the belt in the middle of the table that usually held his torso in check was not used this time. Raising his head slightly, partly through exhaustion and partly through inquisitiveness, steve saw the needles She had placed to the side. As She placed tape over his mouth, steve remembered that She had asked him to send Her something to be used in his session and he had chosen these small but abrasive items. Now he wished that he hadn’t chosen something so sharp and wondered about the intent behind the request. he was nervous of being pierced but his Mistress had promised not to use them for that purpose and he trusted Her implicitly. Mistress Fhionna now had a pair of surgeons gloves smoothed over her adept fingers and brandished a swab and a needle. steve began to shake his head but rather than approach his nipples She proceeded to mark his skin by slowly scratching the surface with it. Just at the spot where She knew any belt he wore would rub, She began the first leg of the capital letter ‘M’. This was deeper than the rest of the letter as She judged the depth of each scratch She made and learned quickly just how much force to use. The second letter, the capital ‘F’ for Fhionna, came more quickly and She deftly wiped away any blood from the surface of the tender skin. And so it was done. She would be part of him for a very long time. The scar would no doubt make him think twice about showing his flesh in public. This thought quickly passed through Her mind and brought a smile to Her face. steve saw the smile and even through intense pain managed to respond in kind.
Releasing him from the bondage table Mistress Fhionna directed him onto the floor once more. Back kneeling in position, with his head on the floor, his buttocks in the air and his palms open to express his obedience, steve had never felt so much pain. he knew he could do this for his Mistress whenever She requested his presence but he would also need time to heal. With these thoughts racing through his mind he breathed slowly and bowed before his Mistress as was required of him. Mistress Fhionna admired his kneeling form and slowly left the room, allowing her subject time to recover before a fresh new torture began.