centius
05-20-2008, 3:41 PM
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Part 6
In Her office Lady Samantha continued to test for ways in which i could be useful to Her. She ordered me to worship Her red leather boots, and i was soon to learn that this meant not just kissing and licking the foot and leg but also meant sucking the heel and licking the sole. i am health conscious but it did not even occur to me to object She commanded and i obeyed.
i started off kissing and licking in what i thought was a slow, respectful manner but Lady Samantha corrected me and demanded i show my enthusiasm. At one point to demonstrate the level of effort required She commanded i stick out my tongue, held me by the hair and pushed the leg of Her boot backwards and forwards across it. My cock strains painfully against the CB-6000 recalling Her cruelty.
my initial efforts at sucking Her heel were also met with Her disapproval. She commanded i suck faster and take the heel in deeper, and eased the heel in deeper to illustrate Her point. i took in as much of it as i could until i gagged and only hoped my natural gagging reflex did not displease Mistress. i licked the sole of Her boot with energy and purpose, knowing She was to inspect my efforts and daring not to leave any dirt on it.
Lady Samantha then commanded me to suck the tip of Her boot, again demanding to see my enthusiasm and easing it in deeper when i initially took only a couple of inches of the tip into my mouth. Later, as part of the video session if i recall correctly, i took the tip of Her boot into my mouth so deeply several times that again i gagged, and again i only hoped my gagging and some subsequent coughing did not offend Mistress.
Part 7
During my time in Lady Samantha's office i was granted the privilege of some water which i was ordered to lap up in a dog bowl. i lapped thirstily at it and as i did it felt so right - i was in my rightful place as inferior male.
After the boot worship, and before the video play session commenced, Lady Samantha said, and here my concentration faltered and i failed to listen properly: i thought i heard Her say She was going to be generous and allow me either a glass of water or being really generous coffee or juice but from a dog bowl. i wanted water and crawled to the kitchen. i was afraid i might have misheard and that She meant even water was to be taken from a dogbowl. i looked at the dogbowl and the glass for a moment, conflicted: do i ask Her to clarify and look incompetent or hard of hearing (i had already missed Her bell earlier in the day!), do i drink from the dogbowl and look stupid if i had indeed heard right that water was to be consumed from a glass, or do i drink from the glass and be disobedient if i had heard wrong and that She had meant all refreshments must be consumed from the dogbowl?
The poor, fearful pathetic inferior male, not sure even if he is yet a man or just an animal.
The video play session commenced with some "slavercise". Lady Samantha commanded me onto what i believe is called a cross-training machine. She barked at me to start running and i immediately felt the discomfort of having to do the "slavercise" barefoot!
Quite a contrast it is between exercise in the gym with rubber shoes and gym kit on and watch the football or music videos to make the time pass faster and "slavercise" barefoot, naked, with a CB-6000 firmly on your cock and a six foot blonde goddess whipping you when you slow!
i started at what i thought was the standard pace to get my heart in the appropriate target heart range, but this was not enough for Lady Samantha's high standards. She demanded i get my knees up and that i run faster and whacked me on the rump with Her crop. i thought i was in reasonable enough shape compared to most men but sooner than i normally do at the gym, perhaps from the pressure of wanting to impress this divine goddess, i was puffing and breathing through the mouth. As i raised my knees and ran faster Lady Samantha laid down Her law: that she demands stamina, energy and performance from her slaves!
i continued to puff for a while, but managed to get into a steady rhythm and after a few minutes was running with an even breath. i was hoping my efforts were becoming adequate - i learned soon enough i was wrong.
"Raise those knees!", She demanded again, and whacked me on the rump to punish me for not consistently doing so. i continued to run, not sure when she would allow me to stop, feeling the pain of my bare feet against the training machine. "Get rid of that gut!", she cried slapping Her hand on what i had thought was a small paunch. i felt ashamed that the gut i had worked hard to shrink to a small paunch was still too large for Her exacting standards.
On and on i ran, not knowing when Lady Samantha would call an end to the "slavercise". i wondered if She meant to have me run until i collapsed off the machine, for Her amusement. If there was a heart rate monitor i know my heart would have been at 95-100% of the maximum heart rate, it was the fastest this inferior male could go.
i knew that if my fitness improved as Lady Samantha demanded perhaps i could run this fast and keep the heart rate down - or perhaps she would sadistically raise the bar again at Her whim!
She paced round me, applying Her crop to my rump when i failed to keep my knees up or my pace slowed. i looked down at the distance monitors on the foot of the machine, but didn't know what the numbers meant, only that i felt more winded than i ever had after an hour of cardio in proper shoes running at a measured pace at the gym.
And then, finally, "STOP!", she commanded. i slowed and only fear of Her wrath and displeasure kept me from allowing myself to crumple into an exhausted heap on the floor. i wondered as i gasped for air, if Lady Samantha had Her way, would she ultimately demand all Her collared slaves have a six-pack?
Part 8
The play session continued with some corporal punishment. Lady Samantha tenderised my rump first with light blows which became progressively harder, with Her cane and crop. i took the progressive pain stoically but could not help showing a genuine reaction as my pain threshold was reached, My rump turning a pleasing shade of red for Mistress as She struck my flesh ever harder.
Lady Samantha then began to twist my nipples, testing patiently until She found the sensitive part, drawing a gasp and wince from me. "I've touched a nerve, haven't I?", she said and laughed sadistically. She twisted for some time more, then took out some nasty looking nipple clamps and warned me they would really hurt. i gasped as the clamps bit into my nipple flesh but i held the sharp stinging pain in stoically. So poor had my performance been with the housework that i felt i had no choice but to take all Her punishments with the dignity and courage She demands if i was to have any hope of being accepted as a collared male.
And then i could not believe my luck. Leaving the nipple clamps on so that i had to associate such rare pleasure with the pain that continued to be inflicted Lady Samantha made me lie on the floor and used my face as a cushion. Her divine sexy bottom pressed onto my unworthy slave's face and i felt the luckiest man alive. Her bottom's flesh felt so soft and sexy but also toned and athletic, and as i write this i am reminded of its divine beauty again as i look at the picture of it on the upper left hand side of the Forum posting window.
i soon realized i was not so lucky after all as She then sat over my nose so hard that i couldn't breathe! "Even to breathe the air in My presence is a privilege, slave!" She said, and i could not agree more. She sat up slightly giving me a few seconds to gasp for air then pushed Her bottom hard over my nose again, once again denying me air privileges. "You need to breathe faster, slave!" she said as she sat up and then sat hard on my face again leaving me progressively less time to gasp for air each time. Through this sadistic cushion duty She continued to torture my sore nipples.
Well and truly did She teach me that any rare pleasure i was to receive from Her would always be accompanied by pain. The pain and pleasure always together, until like the Pavlovian dog i begin to feel pleasure from the pain and many cruelties She inflicts.
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Part 9
Further tasks were assigned to me as She did some of Her admin work. i was commanded to brush Her hair like the good little slave boy i am and i set to work, brushing Her heavenly golden hair carefully as per Her strict instructions: starting at the top and brushing carefully straight down.
When this was done She decided a pair of white shoes in Her office needed cleaning and ordered me to lick the heel and soles clean with my tongue, and that She would inspect my efforts afterward. Briefly health and hygiene concerns passed through my mind, but as it was Her direct order so it was the law now and i soon was licking with all my might. There were spots of dirt which i attacked with my tongue but which stubbornly refused to come off, until the shoes glistened with my saliva. Looking back on it now such a humiliating sight it must have been - an inferior male naked, on his knees, sturdy CB-6000 taming his manhood and his tongue ardently licking the soles and heels of a woman's shoes.
Lady Samantha mentioned that IF accepted this could be one of my duties, licking Her entire shoe collection clean. i shuddered at the fearful but exciting thought, and at Her cruelty, and my cock attempted to erect but was again defeated by the sturdy plastic of the CB-6000. Some spots of dirt would not come off despite my best efforts, and pathetically i showed the soles wet with my slave saliva to Lady Samantha and told her those spots resisted. She said fine, perhaps cleaning solution would be more effective than a slave's tongue, and i heaved an inward sigh of relief, but it made the thought of a slave keeping Her entire shoe collection clean with his tongue no less deliciously humiliating and arousing.
She ordered me to assist Her in changing from Her initial outfit into Her purple catsuit for the next stage of our punishment session. This involved helping Her out of Her black leather miniskirt, red top and red leather boots, and helping Her put on Her boots again after She had put the catsuit on. If i recall rightly She did not allow me to help Her directly with the catsuit apart from possibly a catch or zipper at the back somewhere but She did use me as a bench for part of the time that She dressed and from time to time as She dressed She would order me to kiss Her sexy bare feet with the red toenails.
Lady Samantha then told me that She was to spare me cooking duties this day (i heaved an inward sigh of relief at these words, as my confidence in my possible cooking performance was low after the debacle i had made of the earlier domestic chores) but that my acceptance or rejection on the collared male program now hinged on my performance in the second phase of our punishment session.
Part 10
The 2nd phase of the punishment session commenced with pony boy training. Lady Samantha rode me and i felt the divine pleasure of Her bottom and warm crotch on my back as she leaned forward and beat me with Her crop to spur me forward. As i am a small man, i struggled to comfortably keep this six foot blonde goddess comfortably on my back, even though She has not an ounce of fat on Her divine body. i imagined i was Seabiscuit the undersized but champion horse of movie fame and did carry Her a few times around the room. i hope if not a good pony boy i was at least an amusing one, perhaps my straining efforts beautiful in their own way.
Lady Samantha then trained me for a lengthy period as Her dogboy. i learned to walk to Her heel, sit up, stay, roll over, lie down, come to Her, and beg for the privilege of worshipping Her divine boot, all lessons reinforced with blows from Her crop. She took particular sadistic pleasure in walking me to heel whilst walking quickly until i was panting with effort, or walking me to heel and pacing in tight circles so that i fell over myself. She also enjoyed sticking Her boot and later Her bottom out at Her dogboy, then commanding me to beg, and then as i begged and leaned forward instinctively, a stern command to stay, and then commanding me to walk to heel again - tease and denial for the pathetic dogboy.
She humiliated me further by having me stay, leaving me, having me roll over a couple of times a long distance from her, then commanding me to come to Her, and then just as i arrive gasping ordering me to heel and quickly resuming Her walk, leaving me gasping. i wondered if through this physical effort she demanded of me that She meant to reinforce what She had said during my "slavercise" - that stamina and endurance are required of Her slaves.
Finally She made me lie down, and dug Her sharp heels into parts of my back and into my hand. She also cruelly pinned and pushed my head to the ground with Her sharp heel, then sadistically kicked my body in several places.
If i was a real dog, i could imagine bystanders calling the SPCA! :)
As She commanded me to roll over a couple of more times i was slow to respond to Her command, not out of fatigue but because of the painful biting sensation of the CB-6000 on my cock which was making mighty attempts to erect inside its prison.
Part 11
As the lengthy dogboy session ended, i hoped that Lady Samantha had well satisfied her sadistic desires. i looked down at my cock in its prison and saw a trail of sticky precum oozing out of the CB-6000's opening, giving evidence that i had revelled in all of Her cruelties throughout the day.
"Slave centius," she called to me, in a voice different (gentler?) than the one She had used to boss me around during the session.
Lady Samantha had a glass of water in Her hand, and i thought (or did i imagine it?) that there was a look of concern in Her beautiful eyes.
She put the glass of water to my mouth, and as i drank i looked at Her beautiful face, the face of an angel, through the pinholes of my hood. I looked at Her divine eyes as i drank, although i don't think She could see my own eyes through the hood.
As she took the glass away, i wanted to thank Her for the water, but then remembered Her rule not to speak unless spoken to, and said nothing.
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Part 12
i lay on the ground to catch my breath for a couple of minutes, then gingerly removed my hood and hung the dog lead attached to my collar back on a peg. i crawled with sore knees up the stairs to the divine Lady Samantha's office to receive Her decision.
But before that, Lady Samantha allowed me the privilege of helping Her change out of Her catsuit and back into Her grey suit. Yet more teasing with the worst or shall we say best of it depending on your perspective when i helped Her change back into Her original smooth dark hold-ups and helped put Her original open-toed shoes back on, further increasing the frustration on my imprisoned cock which had already leaked precum.
Beautiful and radiant and in the same outfit as when i first met Her, i grovelled before Lady Samantha on all fours with my head bowed to await Her decision. i was nervous as i knew my housework had been substandard, but hoped my efforts in the punishment sessions would compensate. i was anxious but knew i had done what i could and could only offer to this goddess that i would always do my best for Her and that i would strive if accepted to improve and become a true servant of Her needs.
i heard Her divine voice as expected calling my housework substandard, and my heart started to fall as i contemplated life without Lady Samantha's collar on my neck, and the thought of the collar i had brought with me going to the next potential slave, and worst of all possibly being banished forever by Lady Samantha. But then she commented about my improved performance in the office duties, and that i was acceptable in the punishment and play session, and that She was pleased to inform me that i was to be the first collared male.
My heart swelled with relief, happiness and pride but as Lady Samantha explained to me the collared male is always under review and needs to constantly provide his worth to Her to maintain his place in Her stable.
Lady Samantha then commanded me to bow down and kiss Her foot to show my appreciation of Her generosity, i kissed Her sexy red toes with reverence and devotion repeatedly and between kisses thanked Her in a worshipful voice, "thank You Lady Samantha, thank You so much Lady Samantha, thank You so much Lady Samantha, thank You Lady Samantha". i then recited the contract aloud, again in grateful, worshipful and sincere tones, and signed two copies of it, one for Lady Samantha and one for me to take home. Lady Samantha then instructed me to keep the CB-6000 on until Monday morning, as a reminder of our time together. In this way i was to keep the memory of our time together close to me, with my blue, full balls on the way home ensuring that my obedience and devotion to Her would reach a higher plane. She reminded me that as Her collared slave i would be called upon for service or to perform various tasks for Her at any time, and that i was to be available to Her at all times, and these words were like music to this slave's ears. i was then instructed to change back into the clothes i had come in.
i returned to Lady Samantha's office back in white collar and business suit, but with Her collar of ownership defiantly underneath my white collar of slavery. She dismissed me but before i go, She commanded me to get down on my knees and kiss Her divine foot goodbye.
i gratefully fell to my knees in my "civvies", and again kissed Her divine sexy toes in the open-tipped shoes repeatedly, again mouthing the words, "thank You Lady Samantha, thank You so much Lady Samantha, thank You so much Lady Samantha, thank You Lady Samantha" and though no tears fell i felt my eyes moisten.
Dismissed chaste, without relief, but paradoxically feeling very happy and satisfied that i just had my first experience of genuine female domination, i kept the CB-6000 on as per Her strict orders until Monday morning, the sturdy plastic punishing Her cock's attempted erections all weekend but deliciously reminding me of my time with Her.
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Part 6
In Her office Lady Samantha continued to test for ways in which i could be useful to Her. She ordered me to worship Her red leather boots, and i was soon to learn that this meant not just kissing and licking the foot and leg but also meant sucking the heel and licking the sole. i am health conscious but it did not even occur to me to object She commanded and i obeyed.
i started off kissing and licking in what i thought was a slow, respectful manner but Lady Samantha corrected me and demanded i show my enthusiasm. At one point to demonstrate the level of effort required She commanded i stick out my tongue, held me by the hair and pushed the leg of Her boot backwards and forwards across it. My cock strains painfully against the CB-6000 recalling Her cruelty.
my initial efforts at sucking Her heel were also met with Her disapproval. She commanded i suck faster and take the heel in deeper, and eased the heel in deeper to illustrate Her point. i took in as much of it as i could until i gagged and only hoped my natural gagging reflex did not displease Mistress. i licked the sole of Her boot with energy and purpose, knowing She was to inspect my efforts and daring not to leave any dirt on it.
Lady Samantha then commanded me to suck the tip of Her boot, again demanding to see my enthusiasm and easing it in deeper when i initially took only a couple of inches of the tip into my mouth. Later, as part of the video session if i recall correctly, i took the tip of Her boot into my mouth so deeply several times that again i gagged, and again i only hoped my gagging and some subsequent coughing did not offend Mistress.
Part 7
During my time in Lady Samantha's office i was granted the privilege of some water which i was ordered to lap up in a dog bowl. i lapped thirstily at it and as i did it felt so right - i was in my rightful place as inferior male.
After the boot worship, and before the video play session commenced, Lady Samantha said, and here my concentration faltered and i failed to listen properly: i thought i heard Her say She was going to be generous and allow me either a glass of water or being really generous coffee or juice but from a dog bowl. i wanted water and crawled to the kitchen. i was afraid i might have misheard and that She meant even water was to be taken from a dogbowl. i looked at the dogbowl and the glass for a moment, conflicted: do i ask Her to clarify and look incompetent or hard of hearing (i had already missed Her bell earlier in the day!), do i drink from the dogbowl and look stupid if i had indeed heard right that water was to be consumed from a glass, or do i drink from the glass and be disobedient if i had heard wrong and that She had meant all refreshments must be consumed from the dogbowl?
The poor, fearful pathetic inferior male, not sure even if he is yet a man or just an animal.
The video play session commenced with some "slavercise". Lady Samantha commanded me onto what i believe is called a cross-training machine. She barked at me to start running and i immediately felt the discomfort of having to do the "slavercise" barefoot!
Quite a contrast it is between exercise in the gym with rubber shoes and gym kit on and watch the football or music videos to make the time pass faster and "slavercise" barefoot, naked, with a CB-6000 firmly on your cock and a six foot blonde goddess whipping you when you slow!
i started at what i thought was the standard pace to get my heart in the appropriate target heart range, but this was not enough for Lady Samantha's high standards. She demanded i get my knees up and that i run faster and whacked me on the rump with Her crop. i thought i was in reasonable enough shape compared to most men but sooner than i normally do at the gym, perhaps from the pressure of wanting to impress this divine goddess, i was puffing and breathing through the mouth. As i raised my knees and ran faster Lady Samantha laid down Her law: that she demands stamina, energy and performance from her slaves!
i continued to puff for a while, but managed to get into a steady rhythm and after a few minutes was running with an even breath. i was hoping my efforts were becoming adequate - i learned soon enough i was wrong.
"Raise those knees!", She demanded again, and whacked me on the rump to punish me for not consistently doing so. i continued to run, not sure when she would allow me to stop, feeling the pain of my bare feet against the training machine. "Get rid of that gut!", she cried slapping Her hand on what i had thought was a small paunch. i felt ashamed that the gut i had worked hard to shrink to a small paunch was still too large for Her exacting standards.
On and on i ran, not knowing when Lady Samantha would call an end to the "slavercise". i wondered if She meant to have me run until i collapsed off the machine, for Her amusement. If there was a heart rate monitor i know my heart would have been at 95-100% of the maximum heart rate, it was the fastest this inferior male could go.
i knew that if my fitness improved as Lady Samantha demanded perhaps i could run this fast and keep the heart rate down - or perhaps she would sadistically raise the bar again at Her whim!
She paced round me, applying Her crop to my rump when i failed to keep my knees up or my pace slowed. i looked down at the distance monitors on the foot of the machine, but didn't know what the numbers meant, only that i felt more winded than i ever had after an hour of cardio in proper shoes running at a measured pace at the gym.
And then, finally, "STOP!", she commanded. i slowed and only fear of Her wrath and displeasure kept me from allowing myself to crumple into an exhausted heap on the floor. i wondered as i gasped for air, if Lady Samantha had Her way, would she ultimately demand all Her collared slaves have a six-pack?
Part 8
The play session continued with some corporal punishment. Lady Samantha tenderised my rump first with light blows which became progressively harder, with Her cane and crop. i took the progressive pain stoically but could not help showing a genuine reaction as my pain threshold was reached, My rump turning a pleasing shade of red for Mistress as She struck my flesh ever harder.
Lady Samantha then began to twist my nipples, testing patiently until She found the sensitive part, drawing a gasp and wince from me. "I've touched a nerve, haven't I?", she said and laughed sadistically. She twisted for some time more, then took out some nasty looking nipple clamps and warned me they would really hurt. i gasped as the clamps bit into my nipple flesh but i held the sharp stinging pain in stoically. So poor had my performance been with the housework that i felt i had no choice but to take all Her punishments with the dignity and courage She demands if i was to have any hope of being accepted as a collared male.
And then i could not believe my luck. Leaving the nipple clamps on so that i had to associate such rare pleasure with the pain that continued to be inflicted Lady Samantha made me lie on the floor and used my face as a cushion. Her divine sexy bottom pressed onto my unworthy slave's face and i felt the luckiest man alive. Her bottom's flesh felt so soft and sexy but also toned and athletic, and as i write this i am reminded of its divine beauty again as i look at the picture of it on the upper left hand side of the Forum posting window.
i soon realized i was not so lucky after all as She then sat over my nose so hard that i couldn't breathe! "Even to breathe the air in My presence is a privilege, slave!" She said, and i could not agree more. She sat up slightly giving me a few seconds to gasp for air then pushed Her bottom hard over my nose again, once again denying me air privileges. "You need to breathe faster, slave!" she said as she sat up and then sat hard on my face again leaving me progressively less time to gasp for air each time. Through this sadistic cushion duty She continued to torture my sore nipples.
Well and truly did She teach me that any rare pleasure i was to receive from Her would always be accompanied by pain. The pain and pleasure always together, until like the Pavlovian dog i begin to feel pleasure from the pain and many cruelties She inflicts.
http://www.ladysamantha.co.uk/slave-promo/thumbs/ladys_13.jpg (http://www.ladysamantha.co.uk/slave-promo/ladys_13.jpg)
Part 9
Further tasks were assigned to me as She did some of Her admin work. i was commanded to brush Her hair like the good little slave boy i am and i set to work, brushing Her heavenly golden hair carefully as per Her strict instructions: starting at the top and brushing carefully straight down.
When this was done She decided a pair of white shoes in Her office needed cleaning and ordered me to lick the heel and soles clean with my tongue, and that She would inspect my efforts afterward. Briefly health and hygiene concerns passed through my mind, but as it was Her direct order so it was the law now and i soon was licking with all my might. There were spots of dirt which i attacked with my tongue but which stubbornly refused to come off, until the shoes glistened with my saliva. Looking back on it now such a humiliating sight it must have been - an inferior male naked, on his knees, sturdy CB-6000 taming his manhood and his tongue ardently licking the soles and heels of a woman's shoes.
Lady Samantha mentioned that IF accepted this could be one of my duties, licking Her entire shoe collection clean. i shuddered at the fearful but exciting thought, and at Her cruelty, and my cock attempted to erect but was again defeated by the sturdy plastic of the CB-6000. Some spots of dirt would not come off despite my best efforts, and pathetically i showed the soles wet with my slave saliva to Lady Samantha and told her those spots resisted. She said fine, perhaps cleaning solution would be more effective than a slave's tongue, and i heaved an inward sigh of relief, but it made the thought of a slave keeping Her entire shoe collection clean with his tongue no less deliciously humiliating and arousing.
She ordered me to assist Her in changing from Her initial outfit into Her purple catsuit for the next stage of our punishment session. This involved helping Her out of Her black leather miniskirt, red top and red leather boots, and helping Her put on Her boots again after She had put the catsuit on. If i recall rightly She did not allow me to help Her directly with the catsuit apart from possibly a catch or zipper at the back somewhere but She did use me as a bench for part of the time that She dressed and from time to time as She dressed She would order me to kiss Her sexy bare feet with the red toenails.
Lady Samantha then told me that She was to spare me cooking duties this day (i heaved an inward sigh of relief at these words, as my confidence in my possible cooking performance was low after the debacle i had made of the earlier domestic chores) but that my acceptance or rejection on the collared male program now hinged on my performance in the second phase of our punishment session.
Part 10
The 2nd phase of the punishment session commenced with pony boy training. Lady Samantha rode me and i felt the divine pleasure of Her bottom and warm crotch on my back as she leaned forward and beat me with Her crop to spur me forward. As i am a small man, i struggled to comfortably keep this six foot blonde goddess comfortably on my back, even though She has not an ounce of fat on Her divine body. i imagined i was Seabiscuit the undersized but champion horse of movie fame and did carry Her a few times around the room. i hope if not a good pony boy i was at least an amusing one, perhaps my straining efforts beautiful in their own way.
Lady Samantha then trained me for a lengthy period as Her dogboy. i learned to walk to Her heel, sit up, stay, roll over, lie down, come to Her, and beg for the privilege of worshipping Her divine boot, all lessons reinforced with blows from Her crop. She took particular sadistic pleasure in walking me to heel whilst walking quickly until i was panting with effort, or walking me to heel and pacing in tight circles so that i fell over myself. She also enjoyed sticking Her boot and later Her bottom out at Her dogboy, then commanding me to beg, and then as i begged and leaned forward instinctively, a stern command to stay, and then commanding me to walk to heel again - tease and denial for the pathetic dogboy.
She humiliated me further by having me stay, leaving me, having me roll over a couple of times a long distance from her, then commanding me to come to Her, and then just as i arrive gasping ordering me to heel and quickly resuming Her walk, leaving me gasping. i wondered if through this physical effort she demanded of me that She meant to reinforce what She had said during my "slavercise" - that stamina and endurance are required of Her slaves.
Finally She made me lie down, and dug Her sharp heels into parts of my back and into my hand. She also cruelly pinned and pushed my head to the ground with Her sharp heel, then sadistically kicked my body in several places.
If i was a real dog, i could imagine bystanders calling the SPCA! :)
As She commanded me to roll over a couple of more times i was slow to respond to Her command, not out of fatigue but because of the painful biting sensation of the CB-6000 on my cock which was making mighty attempts to erect inside its prison.
Part 11
As the lengthy dogboy session ended, i hoped that Lady Samantha had well satisfied her sadistic desires. i looked down at my cock in its prison and saw a trail of sticky precum oozing out of the CB-6000's opening, giving evidence that i had revelled in all of Her cruelties throughout the day.
"Slave centius," she called to me, in a voice different (gentler?) than the one She had used to boss me around during the session.
Lady Samantha had a glass of water in Her hand, and i thought (or did i imagine it?) that there was a look of concern in Her beautiful eyes.
She put the glass of water to my mouth, and as i drank i looked at Her beautiful face, the face of an angel, through the pinholes of my hood. I looked at Her divine eyes as i drank, although i don't think She could see my own eyes through the hood.
As she took the glass away, i wanted to thank Her for the water, but then remembered Her rule not to speak unless spoken to, and said nothing.
http://www.ladysamantha.co.uk/slave-promo/thumbs/ladys_12.jpg (http://www.ladysamantha.co.uk/slave-promo/ladys_12.jpg)
Part 12
i lay on the ground to catch my breath for a couple of minutes, then gingerly removed my hood and hung the dog lead attached to my collar back on a peg. i crawled with sore knees up the stairs to the divine Lady Samantha's office to receive Her decision.
But before that, Lady Samantha allowed me the privilege of helping Her change out of Her catsuit and back into Her grey suit. Yet more teasing with the worst or shall we say best of it depending on your perspective when i helped Her change back into Her original smooth dark hold-ups and helped put Her original open-toed shoes back on, further increasing the frustration on my imprisoned cock which had already leaked precum.
Beautiful and radiant and in the same outfit as when i first met Her, i grovelled before Lady Samantha on all fours with my head bowed to await Her decision. i was nervous as i knew my housework had been substandard, but hoped my efforts in the punishment sessions would compensate. i was anxious but knew i had done what i could and could only offer to this goddess that i would always do my best for Her and that i would strive if accepted to improve and become a true servant of Her needs.
i heard Her divine voice as expected calling my housework substandard, and my heart started to fall as i contemplated life without Lady Samantha's collar on my neck, and the thought of the collar i had brought with me going to the next potential slave, and worst of all possibly being banished forever by Lady Samantha. But then she commented about my improved performance in the office duties, and that i was acceptable in the punishment and play session, and that She was pleased to inform me that i was to be the first collared male.
My heart swelled with relief, happiness and pride but as Lady Samantha explained to me the collared male is always under review and needs to constantly provide his worth to Her to maintain his place in Her stable.
Lady Samantha then commanded me to bow down and kiss Her foot to show my appreciation of Her generosity, i kissed Her sexy red toes with reverence and devotion repeatedly and between kisses thanked Her in a worshipful voice, "thank You Lady Samantha, thank You so much Lady Samantha, thank You so much Lady Samantha, thank You Lady Samantha". i then recited the contract aloud, again in grateful, worshipful and sincere tones, and signed two copies of it, one for Lady Samantha and one for me to take home. Lady Samantha then instructed me to keep the CB-6000 on until Monday morning, as a reminder of our time together. In this way i was to keep the memory of our time together close to me, with my blue, full balls on the way home ensuring that my obedience and devotion to Her would reach a higher plane. She reminded me that as Her collared slave i would be called upon for service or to perform various tasks for Her at any time, and that i was to be available to Her at all times, and these words were like music to this slave's ears. i was then instructed to change back into the clothes i had come in.
i returned to Lady Samantha's office back in white collar and business suit, but with Her collar of ownership defiantly underneath my white collar of slavery. She dismissed me but before i go, She commanded me to get down on my knees and kiss Her divine foot goodbye.
i gratefully fell to my knees in my "civvies", and again kissed Her divine sexy toes in the open-tipped shoes repeatedly, again mouthing the words, "thank You Lady Samantha, thank You so much Lady Samantha, thank You so much Lady Samantha, thank You Lady Samantha" and though no tears fell i felt my eyes moisten.
Dismissed chaste, without relief, but paradoxically feeling very happy and satisfied that i just had my first experience of genuine female domination, i kept the CB-6000 on as per Her strict orders until Monday morning, the sturdy plastic punishing Her cock's attempted erections all weekend but deliciously reminding me of my time with Her.
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