It was a public holiday, I was in the living room, moving from one corner of the room to the other without clothes since a slave is not usually allowed to put on clothes or sit on furniture. I appeared to have lost my temper. I have been waiting for her since morning, I can’t wait to see my mistress arrive to give me the pleasure I deserve on a free day like this.
“Do i really deserve anything under her lordship”, I asked myself.
“Everything is in her control, she decides what I deserve”, I replied myself in an evaluating tone.
I was new to the lifestyle but she has trained me to be her perfect personal spanking slave. She was the leading Pro-Domme in town and her ruthless domination always gave me an unlimited taste of pleasure. She has taught me how to be a perfect spanking personal slave to a female BDSM Pro-Domme. To be her good slave, I was trained to have self-discipline and control; I respected her will, control my temper and did not let my desires disturb me from playing my role perfectly. I was determined not to pass the boundaries she had set for me and to always complete any assignment she gave to me at her desired time. I was still trying to bring back the picture of our first meeting when I heard the sound of heavy boots approaching my door. I rushed to the door to open it and welcomed her on my kneels with my head bent forward and my hands on the floor.
“Welcome mistress” I welcomed her in a submissive tone.
“How are you boy” she replied, dropping a heavy black bag in front of me.
“Carry this to the bedroom”, she commanded.
Obediently, I cautiously carried the bag to the bedroom and rushed back to the kitchen to get her some fruits as usual while she sat on the sofa with a black leather whip on her laps. One of the ways to be her perfect slave is to study your mistress and know her likes and dislikes. It is imperfect to make her tell you the basic things she wants all the time. I knew she liked to take fruits in the money. So I placed the fruits in a plate, gave them to her and sat by her foot. She gave me a straight face and immediately I moved away from her. As a perfect slave, I have studied her body language so I could be able to serve her better.
Having finished the fruit, she put a collar on my neck and led me to the dungeon while I followed obediently. As she was dragging me to the dungeon, she spanked me hard in the butt with the black leather whip on her left hand. A surge of pleasure ran through my spine and my shaft was beginning to have a new length. Getting to the dungeon, she chained my hands and legs to the chairs, making me totally helpless. I loved that feeling. It made me feel so high up in a paradise. I shut my eyes, trying to make the pleasure flow into my spirit. Just then the feelings heightened when a vibrator was put against length. It was different this time around. The usual is for me to beg and be seriously spanked before I get my wants.
“She is damn unpredictable” I said to myself.
I could not resist the feeling of the moment. However, I still had it down in my skull that a perfect slave should not let sex be the priority of the relationship. The holiday was fantastic after all; I tasted the reward of being a perfect spanking personal slave to an experienced Pro-Domme.