When our car misbehaves, performs poorly, we get it repaired. That is I think a good way to think about punishment. As owners, we need our property to work as desired, that holds true if we are talking about our car, or our slave. To get maximum use and enjoyment from our car we must fix it as needed, and likewise we must punish a slave as needed.

I think a good way to consider punishing a slave is to break that punishment down into three sections:

I - Consequence of poor performance
II - Opportunity for reflection and self-improvement
III - Forgiveness

I think that no matter what form punishment may take, these three elements are likely essential. For example:

One's slave is in a negative headspace, rather bitchy about things, radiating negative energy. The slave is just plain in a bad mood.

Bad moods can be infective, and are a detriment to the dominant's experience. Such moods are certainly appropriate for punishment.

So, in considering the three sections of punishment we:

Order the slave into the bedroom, direct that it strip off its clothes and lie on its stomach so that its ass is presented to us. We then deliver the consequences by whipping our slave. This should not be an erotic experience for the slave, rather the blows should be hard and delivered in such a way as to be un-pleasurable and decidedly un-erotic.

While beating the slave we calmly and rationally explain why it is being punished, and demand that its behavior improve.

When we have decided that the slave has received adequate consequence for its poor behavior we direct it to maintain its position and use some time alone to think about its behavior, and ways in which it can improve that behavior in the future.

Section three is forgiveness. We return to the slave after a suitable period of time has passed. We take it into our arms and gently whisper words of forgiveness, love, and acceptance into its ears. While doing so we are lubricating its hole with our fingers, opening the slave's body to us. Eventually it will be ready for the dildo strapped around our hips, we will fuck the slave as it professes its guilt and goals for future improvement.

The above action is only a simple example, slaves can be punished in a myriad of ways and of course each owner's preferences are different.

Posted by Milliscent at 11:03 AM | Permalink | Comments (8)

Some time ago Maurice had dragged me into my bedroom where he forced me to strip. Once naked I was thrown onto my bed and roughly lashed into place. Maurice's bondage resulted in holding me face down on the bed, my arms and legs spread towards the four corners of that platform.

Maurice is an expert and it took him only moments to bind me. He did so wordlessly and quickly moved to leave but his words on departing spread a chill down my spine.

"You just lay there. Think about what you have done. I'll be back to punish you later." He said.

I'd been punished by many men through the years and they all seemed to relish it but Maurice delivered the worst punishments I'd ever experienced. I knew that he hated me. He hated the fact that I was with her. It was irrational jealousy but he would never get over it. He also hated my weakness. He held me in contempt for the weakness I displayed before her.

We owned countless instruments of torture but a plain thick leather belt was Maurice's favored implement for punishing me. I knew that later I would feel that belt; my ass would explode in pain as it slapped home, but my ass would not be all. I knew that Maurice would beat me from my shoulders to my ankles, sparing no part of my backside. His hatred for me would flow down his arm, through the belt, and emerge against my body as an overwhelming physical force. I knew that he would laugh at me as I suffered, I knew that it would take my bruised body days to recover, perhaps most importantly though, I knew that he didn't care how long it took, he cared only that I was punished horribly. She I knew felt the same.

Maurice had left, and I was here. As he had predicted, I was contemplating my crime.

To most people I suppose, I wouldn't seem a crime at all. Under this roof however, it was considered an extremely serious infraction. While shaving my beautiful wife's cleft I reached out and caressed its delicate folds with my finger.

Honestly my life revolves around her pussy. I desire it more than anything in the world, and she uses that desire as her means of control. I've been forever denied it but on this occasion I could not help myself. I gave it the briefest and gentlest of caresses while shaving it bare.

I am of course allowed to touch her cleft; she requires my help in shaving it, cleaning it, and ensuring its beauty. I am not however allowed to touch it, or any part of her body in a sensual or erotic way. That pleasure is for others. It is I know a very fine line and could be open to misunderstanding; forbidden touches are crimes of thought, crimes of intention. She was however correct. I did touch her in an erotic way and had intended to do so. Premeditation if you will.

That forbidden touch was three days ago. Tonight I am to be punished for it.

My wife, Marie, if you must know, and I started dating when we were both quite young, right out of high school in fact. She ruled me from the beginning. For the first five years we dated and enjoyed what I thought was an extremely exciting sexual relationship.

I doted upon her needs and desires, she learned to become ever more selfish and demanding. It was, for each of us, a perfect way to live and we quickly moved in together while still attending university.

Sexually, I thought we were perfectly in-sync and delightfully compatible. Like now, I was not allowed to touch her in a sexual manner, but I was permitted to watch her masturbate, granted permission to witness the glory of her orgasm. She didn't feel that my own sexual gratification was important or something that I should control, so I wore a chastity device most of the time. Occasionally however she would remove it and I would be permitted to masturbate while kissing and licking her delicate asshole. I must confess that I loved nothing more than kneeling behind her, placing my mouth upon that opening to her body, and looking up at her. She seemed to me to be a goddess.

When we finished university I asked the most important question of my life. Would she marry me?

She informed me that marriage would be much different than our lives so far. I was told that her selfishness would grow, her demands would grow, and that our sex life would undergo radical transformation. She made certain that I understood that my life would be one of service, suffering, and in large measure humiliation.

I told her that I desired whatever life she chose for us. I assured her that I could handle any desire she had. I begged her to marry me.

To be continued...

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You are bound to a bench, on your hands and knees. The bench holds you at just the right height, your exposed cock, balls, ass, and mouth each at waist height, perfectly exposed for the two of us.

A thick leather hood prevents you from seeing anything, but it was designed to leave your mouth free. You are perfectly positioned for your punishment with me at your head and her at your ass. You aren't expecting me to have help today, and I know that you are clueless as to whom she might be, but that's OK, all I need you to know is that you are being punished.

I'm holding your head in my hands, just enjoying the view. She is using her hands to twist, pull, squeeze, and otherwise torment your cock and balls. Most men would be hard as rocks with two beautiful women paying them so much attention, but you are delightfully soft, unable to get hard due to the pain she continues delivering.

"Mind if I break its ass?" She asks me, talking over your cries.

"No, feel free to use it, just grease it up good so we can fuck it again later." I reply, tossing her a vial of lube.

I feel your body tense in fear at our words, but I know that whatever fear you are feeling, it is not enough. This won't be some nice erotic fucking for your pleasure; this will be a brutal fucking with massive tools for your punishment. Tools so much larger than anything you have experienced before. I smile to myself as I glance at her, noticing again just how oversized the dildos we selected are.

Her hands are very nimble. As I continue watching she uses her right hand to keep up the pressure on your sensitive balls and with her left she slowly lubricates and opens your body. Eventually her fingers are sliding in and out of you with ease, and I know that she is ready.

Her eyes meet mine and I give her a soft nod.

Without warning her hands curl around your hips and she drives her massive strap-on deep inside your ass. I see your mouth open in a silent scream and hear your deep intake of breath. Noticing my cue, my own hands grab the back of your hooded head and I push my own strap-on into your mouth, forcing it deeply into your throat.

Very soon she and I find a rhythm and begin harshly fucking you in tandem.

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"Listen, I'm sick and tired of your drinking. You don't realize it but I know that you're drinking alone, drinking in the mornings, and hiding your booze. You are fucking up your life, fucking up my life and fucking up your health. You are depressed all the time because you keep sucking down a depressant like a fucking idiot." She said, looking down at the beautiful woman kneeling at her feet.

Her slave-girl started to argue but she slapped her across the face, hard, with a threat of more to come if she didn't shut up.

"When I kiss you I don't want to taste gin on your breath, when I hurt you I don't want alcohol dulling your pain, and when I put my body on your mouth I expect you to worship me to the peak of your abilities. When you are drunk I don't get what I want, and as you know, I am not happy when I don't get what I want. Nagging at you and bitching about it obviously won't help, they likely do more harm than good, so I'm not going to do any of that any more." She declared. "From this point forward we will not argue over your drinking. I don't honestly care how you view it, or what your arguments may be. If I think you are drinking in a way that I deem inappropriate I'm going to punish you, and I want you to understand that those punishments will be harsh."

The kneeling slave let out a whimper, sad to have disappointed her Mistress, and fearful of her wrath.

"I am not asking for your consent for this, I'm just telling you how it is going to be. Do you understand?" She asked.

The slave mumbled and slightly, ashamedly, nodded her head in the affirmative.

"If I think you have been drinking inappropriately here is what's going to happen: You will take down your pants, go over my knee, and be spanked with a wooden paddle. Hard. I will not let up until your skin is broken and I know that you will be badly bruised. You will then stand against the wall, nose touching the wall, with your panties around your ankles. You will stand that way until I give you permission to move, stand that way until I think that the first portion of your punishment has been sufficient. When you are allowed to move you will be stripped the rest of the way then taken to the bedroom, and your ass will be raped. This will not be pleasurable for you; your ass will be raped with my fist. I'll force my fist into your ass and will drive it home until you are screaming for mercy. I'll use you and your tiny asshole as my own private punching bag. When I'm done I'll leave, I will give you no caressing, no love, you can lie there and cry in pain and longing for hours. Do we understand each other slut?" She asked.

"Yes Mistress, I'll do better for you." Came her slave's answer.

"I'm glad baby, I'd hate to have to fuck up that pretty little ass, but if that is what it takes to make you obey me, I won't loose a moments sleep over doing it." She said, reaching down to brush the tip of her slave's clit, causing an involuntary shudder of pleasure.

"I see you like it when I'm harsh with my filthy little whore." She exclaimed with a smile.

"Yes, Mistress. Please, I need you to be hard with me." The slave said.

"Crawl behind me, let's go to bed, I want you to show me just how much you love me." The dominatrix said, slowly turning and walking away.

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Given their truly pathetic performance this year perhaps the Seahawks need to hire me as Team Dominatrix. Say 50 lashings for a missed catch, 75 for a yardage loosing run, 100 for a turnover.

I think that clearly Mr. Mora needs me to bring some discipline to the team.

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The stupid bitch was falling down drunk again last night. Apparently completely unable to exercise any self control over herself, it is obvious that I'm going to have to step in, provide the discipline she so desperately needs.

An alcohol treatment program, D/s style.

I've got a three day intensive program in mind for her, three days of sobriety to get the junk out of her system, three days of humiliation and punishment to serve as a reminder of just how bad falling off the wagon could be for her.

She'll spend those days chained of course. A locking metal collar and heavy chain will ensure that she doesn't leave my side for the duration of her treatment, ensure that she will have no hope of escaping any torment I have in mind for her.

She does not enjoy the physical side of bdsm, does not enjoy pain, so pain and physicality shall be the focus of her treatment. She loves foreplay, prefers small and gentle penetration, so size and roughness are how she will be used. Anal play is something she despises, so it too shall become a focus.

The bitch will sleep beside me, chained of course, but not only chained. Her mouth will be gagged with a ring so that she may suffer the humiliation of waking up to a pillow soaked in her own saliva. Tight fitting latex will cover her cunt, ass, and tits ensuring that these most intimate of spaces are kept wet with her sweat.

She'll not be bathing herself, and certainly will loose all control over her body's needs for elimination. Pissing will be done with my permission only, out in the yard, on her leash, squatting in the dirt, splashing mud upon her own legs. She'll shower on her hands and knees; I'll soap and scrub her much as if she were a dog. A large enema with each shower will take care of any need she may have to defecate, and frankly provide me with some good entertainment as I watch her humiliation.

Her nipples will be clamped, hard and viciously. I'll need to be holding her down each time the clamps come off, each time the pain explodes in her tits.

Sexually, I'll use her mouth. I'll not be looking for her to actively participate, rather to simply be my wet hole to fuck. A dental gag will ensure that her mouth is held open to me; it will be good for her to choke on my body as opposed to feeling ill from too much booze. I must not though deprive her of all liquids, and my piss shall become a regular experience for her. Over her body, splashed into her forced open mouth. She'll stink of it, much as now she reeks of alcohol.

Her cunt will become a focus of her torment. Forced open repeatedly, wider and wider, deeper and deeper as our special three days go by. Dildos of ever increasing sizes will be used for this, hard penetration filling her body mercilessly. She will find her pert little asshole to be suffering the same fate. Cunt fighting around a massive dildo, ass stretched open around a plug she will find herself on her knees with her jaw locked open, my own body being driven deep into her throat.

Spankings will also be a quite regular feature of her days, I'll keep her ass red and burning as she repeatedly goes over my knee. She'll follow each spanking with some time standing in the corner, her nose pressed into the wall. This will give her some time to contemplate her lack of self-control.

With luck the alcohol treatment program will work, will teach her some self-discipline. If not, I guess that next time it will be for a week.

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