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Anna's Punishment

By: devoted95



It was a hot, hot summer day.

Not a cloud in sight and nothing but a rich blue sky. And the sun. The huge golden sun, beating down on David's back. The sun often looked a lot bigger on days like this. Many farmers and manual laborers would be able to attest to this, but David wasn't farming or working at all. In fact, as his back began to perspire and he felt trickle after trickle of sweat slide around the curvature of his back, the lats he had worked so hard to perfect, David was more preoccupied with the front side of his body.

His forehead on the pavement, his nose ground uncomfortably against the concrete, and his large, round pectorals and nipples that were so sensitive to even a slight shift in his position, all of these paled in terms of the greatest pain of all: the pain of his rock solid erect penis being held down by his own weight on the pavement of his backyard. He was aching for some form of relief from this pain, but he dared not lift his pelvis up even a bit, for if he was caught leaving this position he couldn't even fathom the consequences. 

He was butt naked, and his entire body lay complete in contact with the ground, a position of perfect prostration. Many a monk or religious zealot would be envious of the reverence and devotion this man must exhibit towards whatever God or Goddess he worships. As if his prayers were answered, David heard the pit pat of footsteps and let out a mental sigh of relief as he heard his Goddess approaching. The Goddess he worshiped, the Goddess he loved and adored with every ounce of devotion he had. The Goddess whom he revered and served, and in turn who loved him, and took care of him and cherished him.

He heard the sound of something metallic being dropped against the pavement nearby and the pit pat of footsteps continued and then stopped. He felt a shadow across his back. The shadow of his Goddess. His Owner. His Wife.

"So," she started, "your penis must really hurt under there huh?" David almost shook his head but caught himself before doing so, knowing that doing so would compromise his position of utmost devotion. However, he had not been given permission to speak, and as such let out a weak confirming whimper, the kind of sound a dog makes when it begs. 

"Mmmm," she smiled "Good answer." David felt her pat the back of his head with her shoe, the way an owner pats their dog's head when it has done something to please them, only she was patting him with the bottom of her foot.

"So, why don't you get yourself up on your hands and knees, and then you can tell me why you are laying here in this sorry position." Anna watched as her husband slowly moved his hands, and then pushed himself up off the ground while bringing his knees up until he was on all fours.

David could now see something other than the cracks of the concrete. In front of him he saw two feet facing in his direction, encased by two casual blue patterned ballet flats. From the beautiful feet (which he knew he would be adoring with kisses sometime in the new few minutes) extended two shapely calves. Slim, not muscular, but with a tiny bit of fat that gave them their nice curvature. Amy was never particularly athletic, and never really exercised much, but was one of those women lucky enough to have a naturally high metabolism that had given her a nice slim figure throughout her life. This was in fact a blessing, since it helped make her entire figure a bit more womanly and natural with the little bit of fat she had.

This was all David could see, and he dared not raise his head to look anywhere but down. This was the position that was expected when his Wife told him to get on his hands and knees. A position of subservience. The position of a dog.

"Well," he started, "I wanted to ask you about that Mistress. I have been contemplating it my entire time out here and I have no idea what I've done wrong to displease you like this."

"Ah," Anna replied, "And does it matter what you did?"

There was a silence. David wasn't sure how to respond.

"I ASKED YOU a question!" Anna snarled, "Dog."

"I guess...Yes Mistress? So that I may think about how I need to correct my behavior in the future while I am being punished for it?"

Anna sighed. David was an intellectual. In fact, it was his stunning intelligence that first attracted her to him when they were in high school together. Many of their peers considered him a genius. Even in this instance, he was right of course. The purpose of punishment is generally to condition someone to not behave a certain way. In the case of humans at least, if a person isn't aware of what they are being punished for, they won't know what to associate the pain of the punishment to and the conditioning wouldn't work. But that wasn't the purpose of this punishment. No, Anna had a different idea when she had decided to punish David today.

"Let me ask you this, slave" Anna enounced, raising her voice, "Who is the one giving you this punishment?"

"You are, M--Mistress" David said, the tremble in his voice reflecting his enlarging fear, realizing he had given the wrong answer, and knowing that when he gave the wrong answer while also giving a justification it only annoyed his Owner more.

"And do you deserve this punishment?"

"Yes, I do" 

"And why do you deserve it bitch?"

"Because you are the one administering it Mistress."

"Right. So does the reason why you are being punished have anything to do with it?" 

"No. Because my if my Goddess decides so then I am so eternally grateful to receive the punishment I deserve at her hands."

Anna smiled. "Good boy." She said with satisfaction. "You can kiss my feet now."

David's head dropped like lightning as he planted kiss after kiss on each of her feet. Anna had trained David to perfecting the art of kissing her feet a long time ago. The vigor and speed with which he kissed was reflective of how desperately he wanted to please her, but he couldn't go too quickly. He still had to make sure each kiss was deep and affectionate enough to please his Goddess, as she always preferred slower and more passionate kisses in all of their love making. Each kiss was deep enough to produce a nice puckering sound, and Anna heard sound after sound as she happily watched her husband revere her feet.

"That's enough," she said flatly. She couldn't let knowledge of her pleasure escape in her tone of voice. No, she needed David to stay scared, the real punishment hadn't even started yet.

David froze in the middle of his adoration and quickly raise his head back up, careful to keep it pointed down at the ground.

"Now," she said "I want you to follow me a few steps back, and place your head on the ground, so that your right cheek is entirely touching the ground." Anna took a few steps backwards, and David crawled forward on his hands and knees, his knees scraping against the rocky pavement.

As David turned his head and placed it down on the pavement, and he instinctively brought it back up but was immediately pushed back down again by Anna's foot, as if she had already known he would react this way. With everything that was on his mind he hadn't noticed how hot it had become outside. And the fact that his body had been covering the ground underneath him while he lay prostrate prevented the sun from heating the pavement David originally lay on. It all clicked into place.

But there was still one mystery. As David looked to the left with his right cheek against the searing hot pavement he saw the metallic object his Wife must have dropped on the ground earlier. It was a large bucket. But what was inside of it? David wondered to himself as he felt his wife grind her foot into his left cheek, pressing his face hard against the pavement. 

He closed his eyes instinctively in response to the pain, the intense heat against right cheek. It was like the feeling when the water in the shower was so hot you flinch in recoil, but this time he couldn't turn the heat down. He had to stay in that burning pain his body so instinctively runs away from, his Wife's foot made sure of it. He couldn't hold it in any longer. He let out a sigh of anguish, "AUGH!" as he felt his skin burn.

Anna smiled and twisted her foot into his face even more, happy that her plan had worked just as she had hoped.

"Do you know why I'm doing this to you David?" She asked. Knowing full well that he could not answer in these conditions. 

David gasped, still in enormous amounts of pain but knowing that if he failed to respond to his Wife quickly she would only inflict more of her wrath upon him. "Uhh. Uhh" He cried, quickly trying to have something leave his mouth so as to buy time for him to think of a response.

"I'll answer that for you." She smirked, halting the twisting of her foot but keeping her foot pressed firmly on his head against the ground. "You just keep trying to handle the heat," she said and almost laughed to herself.

Anna had never thought of herself as a sadist, but it made her not only wet but happy inside to see her husband, her lover, writhing under her foot in agony from the pain of her punishment. Naked, in all his chiseled glory. This was a very athletic man, who was being dominated and completely submissive to a petite woman of 5'3". 

David had always been athletic; in fact when Anna first met him in high school he was probably the most alpha male in school. Not only was he respected by everyone for his astute intelligence, but he was also a varsity athlete in cross country, track, and soccer from his sophomore years onwards. Everyone looked up to him, and so did Anna. She had been infatuated with him since she first laid eyes on him. Always hoping he would notice her, she was never really able to make any progress with him since he was always too busy to care and they didn't really have any mutual friends. And anytime she would try to talk to him, he seemed to think of her only as a friend.

But all that changed one day. Through a game of truth or dare David's secret of submissiveness and his yearning for a dominant woman in relationships became known to the rest of the varsity boys cross country team. And by chance, or by fate, one of Anna's friends who happened to be nearby overheard and told her. Anna was at first surprised, but then it soon made sense to her as she realized a man with as much stress and pressure in his life as David must need some sort of relief in the bedroom. The relief of being ordered around and not having to think, something he never got a chance to do in his normal alpha male life.

Anna did a bit of research, and despite never knowing she was a dominant woman at heart, she realized that dominating a man wasn't all kink. She could still be swept of her feet by her prince charming, but now she was able to have that done whenever she wished, and he would love doing it too. And with David, as smart as he was, she knew that if she was able to make him truly love and adore her, with his incredible brain he would never cease to surprise her and think of spontaneous adorable shows of affection to please her, so that she didn't have to shoulder ALL the responsibility in the relationship. She knew he would be there to keep it interesting too.

And so, determined, Anna asked went up to David and started talking to him. David didn't think anything of it, but when Anna said "I know about what you like, giggle, and I want to take you...on a date." David was shocked. He had never spent that much time looking at Anna, despite almost half of the school swearing she was one of the prettiest girls in their grade, but now that she had asked him out and he looked at her, she had never looked more beautiful. Maybe it was the fact that she was the only girl he had ever met that seemed accepting of his desires, or maybe it was the perfume. David never knew. But what he did know, was that after giving her that chance and saying yes, it was best thing that had every happened to him.

From their first date, David was smitten. He couldn't get enough of her. He loved her personality and they spent almost 2 hours just sitting and talking at the coffee shop. And when she brought him back to her room...he knew that he never wanted to be intimate with another woman again. He loved her more than anything else in the world, and it was this love that made his devotion and reverence of her so sincere and total. And Anna, of course, couldn't be happier to see this perfect man if there ever was one, that she loved so much adoring her and doting on her like such.

Anna's sweet, adoring, and caring personality was exactly the kind David wanted, but with a seriousness and practicality that helped compliment David's fierce competitiveness and raw talent. While David was out doing sports and studying, Anna was part of business club and speech and debate. Now, Anna was a very successful executive, and despite David's own fame as a widely respected professor, she was earning more money than him. And she knew that when they had kids, he would be the one sacrificing his time for them, not her.

This was one of her favorite things to think about while David worshipped her feet. That she wore the high heels and gave the orders in the workplace, and that when she came home she had a perfect specimen of a man on his knees to take those heels off (and put them back on again in the morning) and that he not only loved every moment of it, but he was still the same amazingly intelligent man that she fell in love with. In fact, what made her the most wet was that even though she earned an enormous scale of money compared to her husband, he was still more respected and famous, and arguably more successful in that sense.

And yet, it was he who obeyed her every word without question. Who spent almost all of his time at home butt naked for her viewing pleasure, while she only took her clothes off in the bedroom (like a normal person). He was the one who humbled himself everyday at her feet, kissing, licking, adoring, and worshipping them.

And she was the one who punished him whenever she saw fit.

At first to train him to better please her, but David was an intelligent man and a quick learner, so Anna had to start nitpicking menial things. Now, even a little too much salt being used in his preparation of dinner was accompanied by him throwing himself at her feet, apologizing profusely, and begging for forgiveness and mercy. This ensured that David's performance was always of the utmost excellence, and was a reminder that she was the one in power, and that he was owned by her.

And this was, in fact, the reason she was punishing him today. David hadn't done anything wrong. In fact, his service to her had been of the utmost perfection for almost an entire month now, without a single thing being done wrong. This was the very problem though.

Anna hadn't been able to feel the thrill of seeing her husband underfoot, her big strong, chiseled man begging at her feet for mercy and swearing his love and devotion to her, despite all the pain she inflicted on him. Taking all the pain in the world just to please her whims and only to thank her for the honor of being punished by her afterwards. It was a nice change of pace in their relationship, which was subject to the same monotony that all marriages eventually face. A way to keep things fresh and a reminder to both of them as to whose place was whose. 

So in fact there was absolutely no reason to punish him, which is why he was so shocked when he came home.

It was a Saturday afternoon, and he had just come home from grocery shopping. As soon as he entered their living room he saw her, Netflix on their flat screen TV was paused and she had her arms and legs both crossed. With her short blue jean shorts and white tank top she was dressed for the heat, and David felt his penis react to the lust his Wife inspired in him. But he wouldn't be having his lust fulfilled today. He stood in shock, as he looked at her and she gave him an expecting stare. This was the look she had whenever he had done something to displease her, and his mind raced, thinking of what he had done wrong, what he had forgotten to do before leaving. 

He looked at her feet. Not a single nail looked anything but perfect, trimmed perfectly and painted an immaculate pink. Her skin looked rich and smooth from the lotion he had used when giving her a foot massage that morning. 

As he looked back up at her face, the growing fear in his heart intensified and it showed clearly in his face. There is no greater fear than the fear of the unknown. She noticed the creeping fear in his face and smiled in her head to herself, not showing it on the surface. They were married. Of course she knew exactly how he would respond to this.

"I want you naked. Lying in the middle of the pavement of our backyard perfectly prostrate. And I MEAN perfect. Do you understand?" She ordered angrily.

"Yes. Yes Goddess as you wish." He answered reverently, casting his eyes down in submission. He rarely ever addressed her directly as Goddess, as one shouldn't take their Lord's name unless absolutely necessary (he would joke). 

As he quickly started taking off his clothes right then and there, Anna got up from the couch and entered the backyard herself.

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And here they were now. 

Anna snapped back from her reverie, her vagina wet from all the reminiscing. She remembered she had been just about to tell her slave why he was being punished like this, and that while she started daydreaming, he must have been waiting for her to tell him.

She looked down, and saw him quivering in pain, with tears rolling down his cheek. In fact, a small puddle had formed next to his face on the ground. As she looked she almost fawned. He hadn't made a single sound as she was daydreaming, not wanting to disturb or interrupt her thoughts at all. He must have been bearing so much pain as his cheek burned against the pavement, and all for her! So much pain that he cried a puddle of tears. A grown, muscular man like him!

Anna couldn't have been any happier but knew she had to suppress her joy. She silently moved her hand down to her crotch for some momentary pleasure, and quickly removed it. That would be getting plenty of adoration later that day.

"The reason I'm punishing you David," she said slowly, careful to remember how she had started, "is because I can."

She waited a few moments, letting it sink in to his tear soaked head.

"You're my bitch. My bitch," She made sure to emphasize, pressing down her foot harder on his face now, smooshing his left cheek against his teeth.

"You belong to me. You are my property. My slave. You are a loving and adoring and worshipping devotee, and my husband and lover as well. But first and foremost you are my property. My belonging. Do you understand? You are MINE!" She said, grinding her foot into his face once more.

David couldn't bear it any longer he screamed in anguish and yelled "YES! I am yours" he sobbed "I am yours Mistress, and I am yours forever and I will never be anyone else's" He was crying outright now. The pain was too much "And I am so so grateful to be allowed this position Mistress. This position at your feet, to be able to worship and adore you like the Goddess you are. I am so honored to even have your shoe on my face pressing my head onto the ground and receive your punishment. I am so, so blessed."

He was panting now, out of breath and began to hyperventilate. Anna knew it was time to stop. How could he have said it any better? It wasn't like she needed to do this to him to hear him say those, words either. He never failed to make her feel like a Queen with his rhetoric on a daily basis. But she had wanted something more. She wanted to hear him say those words out of desperation.

She removed her foot from his head and commanded "Get up off the ground." He rose up off the ground and immediately clenched his cheek and then screamed as he realized how painful it was to even touch it.


Anna's Punishment and Reward



Author's note: This is a first for me: It's the first and depending on your comments and reception it also might be the last exclusively heterosexual Story I've written. Please let me know what you think about their relationship or if my Master is too nice to his pet. Thanks in advance, R. W.

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Summary: After more than a week of absence Master returns home for an evening of fun and discipline with his pet.

1. Master Robert's return

Robert Masterton pulled his key-ring out of the left front pocket of his slacks. He weighed it in his hands as if to make sure that it still held all the keys. In reality he did what he had done since the night before: after concluding the business deal that had kept him from his pet for ten days and nights he pictured what awaited him on the other side of the door. Anna, his beloved pet and wife, but foremost his pet, would be on her knees, waiting for him to come home, naked except for her collar, her wrist and ankle cuffs, her knees spread, her head held high but her eyes cast down on the pattern on the antique Persian rug he had brought home from another business trip over a year ago. Her hands would be clasped behind her back. Just as she was supposed to do whenever she returned from work before her Master. 

He unlocked the door and grabbed the telescope handle of his carry-all with his right hand. He pushed the door open; the hall was illuminated by the ceiling lights but the Persian carpet with the vivid colors was empty. His cherished wife and beloved pet was nowhere in sight. He pulled the carry-all inside and relocked the door. The only sign of life in the living room came from the flickering of about a dozen church candles, distributed evenly and burning silently. He went deeper into the apartment past the bedroom on one side and the office and playroom on the other, even further in, the door to the laundry room was open and he stopped on the doorjamb. Anna was bent over the washing machine at the other end of the long-stretched room, with her back to him, unaware of his return, seemingly without a care in the world.

Robert cleared his throat. She froze for a moment, closed the lid of the washing machine, pressed the start button, whirled around and crossed the room in her impossibly high heels. She then sank on her knees right in front of his feet. Her movements were fast, sure and graceful and as usual he admired the seeming easiness in which she moved wearing those six and a half inch high instruments of torture. He also saw the big alligator clamps she had put on her nipples; their sharp, pointy teeth would undoubtedly leave bloody, lasting marks on her nipples.

Those clamps, more than her whispered apologies and the fact that though she was bent over his feet she didn't dare touch his shoes with her lips, were a sure sign that she was feeling very bad about something, something more than just not having been in her space on the rug at his return.

"Get up and look at me, Anna, my pet!" His voice was stern and cold; he wanted her to know that she was in deep trouble, but also that he still loved her. "Look at me and tell me what happened, baby-girl!"

Even with her highest heels Anna had to tilt her head back and look up to be able to look into his eyes. Standing at a bit over 5' 1'' on her socks, the heels brought her up to almost 5' 8'' which meant that she still was half a foot shorter than his generous 6' 3'' frame. A former Quaterback of the New York Yankees he had ended his professional career at 26 when his knees had started to give out on him and he had earned enough to live comfortably off the interests for the rest of his life.

He had quickly found out that retirement did not suit him and had gone back to school to work on a masters degree in business administration and software design. He had founded his own firm and after a slow start, he now was the head of an internationally operating IT-firm.

"Do I have to repeat my order, pet?"

"No, Master ,please forgive your unworthy pet. I have no excuse for my failure."

"Tell me about your day, Anna!"

His words and expression didn't betray that what he really wanted to do was to pull her in his arms and forgive her transgressions whatever they may have been, but he knew that he would not act on that impulse. He was not only her loving Husband, he also was her Master and thus the one responsible to make sure that she clearly felt the consequences for having disobeyed his orders. 

"I started work at seven and called it a day at three-thirty. When I came home, I took a shower and gave myself an enema as per your orders, Master. The soap solution I used must have been too strong. I had to repeat the cold water rinse-out twice which made me a bit late, but still I felt drained and tired and decided to lay down for a short nap. I set the kitchen chronometer to twenty minutes. But when I woke up I saw that almost two and a half hours had passed and I panicked.

"I knew that I had still most of my chores to do before your return and that the probability of that happening was very low thanks to the two hours I lost sleeping. I'm sorry, Master, please punish me."

"I will, my pet, in time, but first tell me, which of your chores did you do first after you had calmed down and tell me in detail what those chores were."

"I had to do the laundry, clean the master bathroom, dust the playroom and prepare dinner. I started with dinner to make sure that you would not go hungry, Master, then I cleaned the bathroom and dusted the playroom. I hoped that you would be late to also get the laundry done before your return, but that evidently did not work out. I'm sorry that you now have to punish me for my self-indulgence, negligence and disobedience."

"Anna, my pet, don't you think that as your Master it should be up to me to decide for what you will be punished and what that punishment should be?"

"Of course, Master. I did not want to presume. Do with me as you wish."

"I will, my pet. For starters I want to have a closer look at you. Turn around, bent down and pull your buttocks apart."

He switched the corridor lights on and waited for Anna to assume the position. Almost despite himself he admired her perfectly toned thighs, buttocks and calves, a perfection made even more evident by the high heels she was wearing according to his orders. 

"Nice visual, pet. And now let's have a more hands-on approach," Robert stepped closer and put his hands on top of hers, pulling her butt cheeks even further apart.

"You can let go now, put your hands in your neck instead," Anna obeyed immediately. He let his hands roam over her buttocks and upper thighs up to her waist. He put his hands around her waist and encircled it completely. This result of months of rigorous corset training always made him smile. He pulled her back against his crotch, tempted to simply let his pants drop and fuck her right here in the corridor on the threshold to the laundry room, but for him exercising self-control was part and parcel of being a good Master. So he didn't, though his cock was fully engorged and straining against his trousers.

He changed his grip and held her with one hand only while his other hand slid down between her butt cheeks, though he was not interested in exploring or inspecting her rear opening. He massaged Anna's perineum and retraced her slit from the back to the front with his index finger. His touch had the lightness of a feather.

As always his touch made her wet even though she was about to be punished. She shuddered and he could tell that she had missed his touch. He pulled her upper body up against his chest, lifted her off the floor and carried her to the living room. Her blue-green eyes were dilated in arousal when he set her down in front of the couch.

"Now, my pet, let's get to with what I initially had planned this evening to start: a sound maintenance spanking. You would have had one today anyway ands you missed three while I was gone; we simply can not let that stand. To make up for that you will get daily maintenance. I count today as your regularly scheduled twice weekly maintenance. Saturday, Sunday and Monday will make up for the ones we missed and then we'll be back to your regular Tuesday and Friday sessions. Get over my lap, my pet."

Anna draped herself over her Master's muscular thighs. She only removed her hands from behind her neck to get in position and then replaced them there.

"Since you still have a punishment for negligence and one for disobedience coming I will go easy on you and use only my bare hand for your maintenance."

"Thank you, Master. You are very kind to this unworthy slave."

"Thank me when your punishments are over and you still think so, pet. Time to get started on your maintenance. Try to relax!" Robert ran his hands over her thighs and buttocks, caressing every square centimeter of her skin as if he needed to rediscover its texture. Instead of relaxing into the touch she broke out in goose pebbles and tensed up, another sign of her arousal. He continued with his ministration until she had really relaxed and then started the spanking without warning or further preamble.

Anna squeaked right after the first spank. It hit both of her cheeks hard enough to let her firm, well toned buttocks jiggle. He allowed her a short break between swats to let it sink in and smiled at her reaction. She moaned softly with each impact, but didn't tense up or kick out. She remained relaxed just as he had known she would. Robert knew her body's reaction to pain better than the back of his own hands. So, he also was not surprised when she started to spread her legs after about a score of swats. When his internal tally had reached thirty he paused the spanking and resumed his caresses.

"You know, my pet, as a conscientious Master I should now lecture you on your failings and tell you how disappointed I am about your negligence and disobedience and that I expect better from my precious, well trained pet. I should tell you that those transgression deserve especially hard punishments and a lot of other things, but you know that already. You know that you will be punished in a way I deem appropriate when I decide that the time for punishment has come. It's time for the next part of your maintenance session. Are you ready, my pet?"

Anna knew that it had only been a rhetorical question. She knew she would receive exactly the number of spanks he intended to give her, regardless if she was ready or not. She could stop the session by using her safe word but she knew that she would not need it. So, she nodded in answer to his rhetorical question and he resumed the spanking.

Anna's butt cheeks had already turned into an enticing shade of pink and now Master Robert worked on reddening them further and he changed tactics. The individual spanks became harder and he only aimed at one buttock at a time. He also reduced the intervals between the swats and he alternated sides after three spanks. Anna had no idea how many times his palm had landed on her increasingly hot flesh by the time he once again switched to caresses. The third set of spanks was even longer and harder than the second and she had long stopped trying to hold back her tears. Finally he said, "We're done with your maintenance for today, Anna, my pet. Get off my lap and on your knees you'll receive your punishment for disobedience in the playroom."

Anna slid off her Master's lap, tears still running down her face; she kissed his hands and started to stand up, Master Robert put a hand on her shoulder and held her down.



2. Punished for disobedience

"Oh no, young lady, as part of your punishment for negligence the only way you will move in this apartment is on your hands and knees, until I tell you otherwise."

"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master. I apologize for my actions and presumptions."

"Come, my pet."

Master Robert led the way to the back of the house and their play room, aka dungeon. It was hard for her to keep up with his long strides. The nipple clamps still bit her hard buds and the chain connecting them tingled softly. The play room had no windows and was equipped with overhead ´lights that could be dimmed. Robert ordered her to lie on her back in the middle of the room and she hurried to obey. She kept her feet shoulder wide apart and was about to stretch her hands over her head when her Master stopped her.

"No, my pet, stretch your arms to the side, at a 90° angle from your body. Close your eyes while I prepare you for your punishment."

She didn't even consider not to obey. He bent down and fastened two chains to the rings at her ankle cuffs. He then fastened a third and fourth chain to the rings on her wrist cuffs and then activated the wedge-shaped self-inflating mattress on which she was lying. When it was full her hips were at the approximate height of the seat of a chair while her head and shoulders still rested on the floor.

Even as tall a man as Master Robert was he had to stretch on his tiptoes to reach the keypad mounted high on the wall. The chains fastened to Anna's wrist cuffs retracted and stretched her arms to their full length, exerting constant, but not painful pressure on her joints. She knew from experience that this was only the first step in her preparation. The positioning of her legs was next on her Master's agenda. Robert walked closer to the door and started to enter numbers on another keypad much lower on the wall. The chains attached to her ankle cuffs began to pull at her legs. They simultaneously stretched them, raised them up and spread them, just past the point she still would have considered reasonably comfortable but not far enough to cause her real discomfort.

Robert walked over to the sink. She heard the water running but with her eyes closed she could only guess at what her Master was doing. About a minute or two later she knew it for a fact. He had wetted a washcloth and used it to clean her nether region. That done, he patted her dry with a fluffy towel.

"Open your eyes, my pet. I do not want you to miss out on even a small part of your punishment."

She obeyed and smiled up at her Master. Robert walked over to the wall facing the door; it held most of their disciplinarian implements. He removed a custom made flogger from its hook and returned to Anna. He loomed over her spread legs and raised the flogger he had selected. It had two to three dozen leather strands with tiny wooden beads woven into the tip of every strand and a riding crop without the leather loop at the end. 

The crop added a memorable extra sting to every stroke. He let it fly and struck her right thigh, hard enough to leave a slight mark but not hard enough to bring her to tears; that was for later. He repeated the stroke twice and then changed sides and aimed at the left thigh, alo three times. The next three strokes hit her nether lips and clit.

Anna cried out and moaned. Master Robert knew his pet well enough to be aware that she was hovering on the threshold between pleasure and pain. He would tip the scales first to pain and then lead her back to pleasure, not all the way over the edge, but close enough to drive her to distraction; after all this was supposed to be a punishment. He steadily increased the strength of his lashes and by the end of the third set of nine lashes each Anna was openly crying and writhing under the flogger as far as her restraints allowed. 

Robert knew that she no longer felt the individual strokes, Her legs, thighs and sex were uniformly screaming with pain and her earlier arousal was gone completely but she was equally far away from slipping into subspace, The next set of nine lashes was less hard than his first stroke had been. He knew she longed to speak up.

"Can it, my pet. We're not done yet, far from it. I know you hurt, but you deserve the punishment, right, sweetie?"

"Yes, Master, I deserve to be punished as you deem fit," Anna answered between sobs and with tears running down her face.

"Tell me if you need me to stop for a while. Use your guard word if you have to."

"I deserve the punishment, Master. I will take what I have coming," Anna was still crying but as often before her attitude did not fail to impress him.

"You're very brave, my pet, but to see your punishment for disobedience through you'll have to take two more sets. The first will be the hardest so far, compared to which the last one will feel like love taps only, I decided to show you some leniencym despite everything. Are you ready, my pet?"

"As ready as I'll ever be, Master."

"Then lets get this over with," He raised the flogger again and the sound it made when it sliced through the air let her know that he had not exaggerated when he had told her that the next nine strokes would be the hardest yet. She promised herself that she would be brave and not cry out, but the pain was too much to take it silently.

Anna cried out, fresh tears filled her eyes. She desperately wanted to use the guard word. She knew it would stop the punishment at least for a while. Her Master would graciously give her the time she needed to calm down and would care for the welts and bruises, but then he would see the rest of it through without easing her into it first. Ultimately, taking a respite would only make it harder to take in the end.

So, Anna held her tongue except for crying out in pain. After the ninth stroke the took the flogger in his right hand, bent down and started to caress the inside of her thighs with his left. His touch was extremely gentle. He suppressed a smile when he felt his pet relax slowly. Her eyes were wide open and filled with tears, but he doubted that she saw much beyond the tip of her nose. His ministrations were not limited to the insides of her thighs.

Master Robert let his fingertips also slide over the back of her thighs, up to her knees. He patted her sex and the lower part of her buttocks he had thoroughly reddened during the maintenance spanking earlier. He also let his hand roam along her slim waist but did not come close to her clitoris. He knew her thighs and buttocks and sex were burning in pain, but her despite that slowly rising arousal told him that his plan was working exactly as he had planned. He would bring her to the edge of orgasm and then deny her release.

And after having already been denied the whole time of his absence it would not take more than his simple teasing caresses to get her to that point. She tried to push herself towards his touch; he saw the wetness slowly dripping from her center. Robert smiled and stopped his ministrations. She was exactly where he wanted her to be. She was ready.

"Now, my pet. It's time for the last set of your punishment. I just told you that I would take it easy on you with that last set, but I changed my mind, as is my prerogative as your Master. The strokes to your thighs will still be relatively light, The strokes on your labia and clit, however, I will make count. You will feel them for a few days. Everything else would be a waste. And we can't have that, can we, my pet?"

"No, Master, I deserve it. Maybe you should make the strokes to my thighs extra hard as well. It would only be fair, Master."

"Yes, my pet, it would. Though some people might say that your failure to do your chores and wait for me in your spot was only a minor transgression. Do you agree, Anna?"

"No, Master I do not agree with those people. We both know better. The mere fact that I fell asleep for almost two hours longer than I had planned is not a slight oversight or a minor transgression. It was a symptom of the sad truth that my mind was not where it should have been, on my chores and my duty to you, to my Master. If I had been focused solely on that, I would not have overslept. My subconscious would have kept me centered on what really counts; my service to you, Master. It was a failure to serve you and as such it was more than fair, Master."




Anna's Punishment and Reward



"Well, my pet, your punishment is not quite over yet. We have nine more lashes to go and in compliance with your earlier request I will make all of them count. We will deal later with the consequences of your negligence. Are you ready, pet?"

"As ready as I can be, Master. Please continue my punishment."

Master Robert raised the flogger-riding crop combination and let it fall on her right thigh in a hard stroke. Anna cried out in pain and new tears were rolling down her face but there also was a smile playing around her lips. The next two strokes only added to her tears. He then focused on her nether lips and clitoris and it felt as if every throng of the flogger was splitting her in half. The last three strokes hit her left thigh. Her tears and sobs were almost too loud to hear their impact on her flesh. When he was done he let the flogger fall to the floor.

"You were a very naughty girl today, my Anna, but you took your punishment well and I think we both deserve a small reward. I missed being inside of you, my pet. I know you are in pain at the moment but I can also see and smell your arousal. That's why I'll grant you an orgasm, a small one though, you still need to be punished for your negligence."

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3. Anna's reward

While talking Master Robert had knelt between Anna's spread legs and let his pants drop to the floor and pulled down his under wear. His long, hard cock was standing erect and the tip was already dripping with precum.

"Now, my pet-before you get your reward we'll get rid of those nasty clamps. I think you wore them long enough for today."

That said, he reached over and unclipped both Alligator clamps. The blood rushing back into the squashed buds was so painful it focused all of her attention on those two points; leaving her unaware that her Master had already entered her. His strong shaft brushing over her love spot brought her back to reality. By then Master Robert had already established a rhythm, slow, grinding and deeply penetrating thrusts. Anna used the strength of her thighs to raise herself up from the air mattress. She began to rock her hips and match his rhythm, intensifying the contact as best as she could. It drove her to the brink of orgasm much faster than her Master had expected. She started to beg,

"Master, please, I need to... Please let me come, Master."

"I told you that you'd be allowed to come as a reward, my pet. So, come for me, now."

Anna's inner muscles contracted , they massaged his cock, squeezed it from the base up to the tip and down again but not like the gentle Caribbean sea lapping at the sands of the beaches but more like the tide breaking itself in a foam at the stony Atlantic coastline. In contrast to his pet he had not gone without release during his trip, but he also not accepted the numerous invitations he had received every evening. During his active time as a football player Master Robert had accepted enough invitations for one-night-stands to last him a lifetime and maybe longer. He had brought himself to orgasm watching and re-watching her how she masturbated at his command. He also had played some of the recordings he had made of a few of their sessions over the years.

He closed his fingers around her slim waist and pulled her close effectively immobilizing her when he was all in and joined her in release. A couple of minutes later his penis was starting to grow soft again and her inner muscles had relaxed. At the height of her orgasm Anna had cried out his name, a sure sign that it had not just been the small orgasm he had allowed. He reminded himself that he had not ordered her to be silent. So, he saw no reason to complicate his life further by adding another punishment.

As he started to pull out, she moaned softly in protest, but she knew better than trying to hold him inside by once again contracting her muscles. Master Robert stood up, discarded the rest of his clothing and started to free her from the chains and deinflated the air mattress. Then he stretched out on the floor and pulled her in his arms. He positioned his right leg between her thighs to keep the tortured flesh from touching.

She sighed contentedly at being held. A few minutes later she whispered, "May I ask a question, Master?"

"Yes, my pet, you may ask another question and I will answer honestly."

"Thank you, Master. What will be my punishment for negligence?"

"I'll let you know in a while, my sweet pet, but first I want you to tell me about your nights alone. Did you sleep well? I purposely did not ask you about that during our video conversations, but I need to know now."

"The first night was horrible, Master. I barely got any sleep. With your kind permission I climbed into bed and tried to sleep, but without you at my side it was far too big and cold and empty. It made me feel worse than just alone. I felt solitary and abandoned. I couldn't sleep. All I could do was to turn restlessly from side to side. In the early morning hours I finally gave up and stretched out on my mattress at the foot of the bed with my blanket. Out there on the floor in my assigned space I fell asleep and almost overslept."

"Tell me more about that, pet."

"You know that I usually wake up at least a few minutes before the alarm goes off. That morning the shrill sound propelled me out of sleep, It took me some time to fully realize why I was on the floor and that you were hundreds of miles away. The next night I didn't even try to sleep in the bed. I already knew that it would not work.

"So, I stretched out on the mattress and slipped into a sleeping bag. It gave me a small measure of comfort, but the sleeping bag was a poor substitute for the security I feel being held in your arms, Master. Being without you made me feel alone and lonely. That night the mattress was not enough to let me fall asleep. I missed you too much. I was so tired from the night before and I knew that I had to get some sleep if I did not want to blow up at my people the next day for no valid reason.

"I decided that I needed another place to sleep. I wanted to go to the playroom, but then I remembered that you had told me only to enter it to clean or dust it, for no other reason. That only left me with one option: the cage in the walk-in closet."

"That was very brave of you, my pet. I know how much you hate being confined to the cage."

"It was the only place left to go, but you don't have to worry you can still use the cage as an efficient punishment. Yes, I sought it out in your absence, Master. I know it sounds strange but being locked in the cage made me feel my loneliness and it also and foremost made me feel safe. The iron bars surrounding me on all sides.

"It usually makes me feel trapped, but while you were gone the iron bars around me, my body encased in the Mummy sleeping bag, my hands cuffed to the bars of the cage door. The key was hanging on a hook at the upper left edge of the cage just in reach of my fingertips if I really focused on stretching. All of that combined turned something I usually dread into a place where I felt whole and safe. I alternated between spending the night in the cage and sleeping on the mattress. So, Master, may I ask? Will the cage be a part of my punishment for negligence?"

"After everything you just told me my pet, I'm almost tempted to make it so, but I will not. I missed holding you in my arms at night while I was gone. Putting you in the cage at night would punish me more than you, and I do not plan on punishing myself for things you did wrong.

"For negligence you will stay on your hands and knees for the rest of the day, Tomorrow morning you will get up three hours earlier than usual on the weekends to finish today's chores. When you are done and there is still enough time you will go to the gym and run a few miles on the treadmill or cross trainer.

"At nine I want you to wake me up with my cock in your mouth and suck me 'til I'm hard. I may or may not reward you by coming in your mouth. Then you may serve me under the shower and prepare breakfast and after that I will lace you in your training corset and we will spend the day together just enjoying each others company.

"Late afternoon I will give you your maintenance spanking, put you in your formal Victorian dress and we will go to Charles and Megan's dinner party. On Sunday, we'll spend the morning in the gym, you'll do two sets of positioning training, wearing the training corset and get another round of maintenance discipline, before I let you make dinner.

"I know you did your monthly corset training last weekend, just hearing about it on the video-link gave me an incredible hard-on, having to do it again this weekend and the next is part of your punishment, and starting with the weekend after that we will intensify the corset training to every other weekend instead of once a month.

"I do not need you to go down to the 16 inches the young women of the Victorian area were supposed to sport. I don't think that would be healthy and it's likely to interfere with your ability to do your job. We already made good progress in getting you down from twenty-four to twenty-one and a half inch, especially in the two weeks of intensive training last summer. Nineteen and a half inch sounds like a reachable long term goal. Did you get it all, my Anna?"

"Yes, Master, I think so. As punishment for my negligence I will have to crawl around the apartment for the rest of the day, like a real pet. I will have to get up three hours early tomorrow to finish today's chores and I will have to get used to an accelerated rate of corset training, Am I right, Master?"

"Yes and no, sweet Anna. You are point on with the first two things, but the increase in corset training is not part of your punishment. We would have done that anyway. While I was gone and I saw those other women at the bar walking around in their measly three inch heels like clumsy ducklings. It reminded me of the graceful way you move in much higher heels and how much I love seeing you in the corset.

"The corset training this weekend and the next, however, is part of your punishment. The way you move is so elegant and fluid, despite the limitations the corset imposes, and the fact that I can encircle your waist with my hands and have my fingers touch gives me a thrill far beyond anything I had expected or could have anticipated. And when you're all dressed up, with the boots and the corset and the veils hiding your beautiful face; it's almost as if you were not walking like normal mortals, but gliding over the floor, like a world-class ice dancer. That's such a turn-on. And you can be sure that when we return from dinner tomorrow, I will get you out of those cumbersome clothes and ravish you. And now, hurry to the bedroom and set up the chess table, I'm in the mood to play before I let you feed me."

"Yes, Master. I took the liberty to set up the chess table last night before I crawled into my cage, hoping that you would want to play a few games tonight. Would you like something to drink during our game, Master?"

"A glass of cold Chardonnay would be nice and sine I feel particularly generous at the moment, you may have some yourself, but do not forget that you can't just get up and carry the glasses and the bottle to the bedroom, use a tray to push it in front of you. You may stand up to open the cabinets for the glasses and the refrigerator for the bottle. Now, scoot; I'll get dressed in something more comfortable than the suit. And Anna, I want you to take the white pieces today."

"Yes, Master, thank you, Master."

They both knew that given a choice Anna would not have chosen white. She was a much better player than her Master and did not need the starting advantage to win against her Master who was still learning the game. She rolled on her front, pressed herself on her hands and knees and crawled out of the playroom.

-x-x-x-

About twenty minutes later, Anna said, "Check and mate, Master. Do you want me to set up the board for another game?"

"No, Anna, my pet. Losing to you three times in a row in about a quarter of an hour's time is about all my male ego can take, sweetie. Put the pieces back in their drawer and go and prepare dinner."

"Yes, Master, as you wish."

Anna put the hand-carved chess-pieces back in their felt-lined individual compartments of the desk drawer and started to get on her hands and knees to crawl into the kitchen, but her Master stopped her.

"Freeze, my pet, I've just decided that I deserve a reward for playing this game with you in which you probably al ways will be better than I am."

"But Master, you've already gotten much better. In the beginning it took longer to set the board than to actually win."

"Don't flatter me, my pet. You know I don't respond well to that."

"I would not have said it if it were not true, Master."

"Whatever, dear. Bend forwards and brace yourself on your elbows on the tabletop, keep you back straight and spread your legs. I'm going to take what is mine."

Anna moved to obey but her Master stopped her again.

"No, my pet. I want you on your knees instead. Put your hands behind your back and suck me hard."

Anna obeyed without a moment's hesitation and began to suck his half-hard cock. She started with its tip and felt his shaft grow from the first contact with her tongue. A couple of minutes later he ordered her back over the gaming table. His penis was now rock hard and stood at attention. He used his fingers to spread her wetness from her center over her sphincter to prepare her rear opening for penetration. When he was satisfied with her reaction, he positioned the head of his phallus at her ass hole and pushed carefully in.

He smiled at how tight she still was, at the way her inner walls closed in around him, almost holding him but not with the vice grip they had had in the beginning of their relationship. It was no longer an unconscious effort to protect herself against an unwanted intrusion, but she also had enjoyed being taken anally despite the discomfort. Now, she no longer felt any pain being taken that way, except when he forced her to wear an extremely big butt plug for several hours. Her training had focused on giving her better control of her inner muscles and her sphincter.

If she really concentrated on that it would be very hard to enter her with anything bigger than a small finger against her will. And that was what her training had aimed at from the beginning, to make her trust him implicitly, push her limits and expand them slowly, get her to do things willingly her rather conservative upbringing would have considered disgusting or revolting, demeaning or humiliating, just because he had asked her to do these things.

Her training had aimed to turn her into the obedient pet she had become, without destroying the strong, independent, successful woman she was outside of their house. He was very proud of her. She had been successful when they had met, but learning how to submit to him, to one man had turned her into an even more successful business woman. At 33 she was the Chief Financial Officer of a Fortune 100 firm, basically at the top of her chosen field.

Anna moaned and wriggled her hips in reaction to his vigorous thrusts. He already knew the answer but he asked anyway, "Are you alright, my pet?"

"Mhm, yes, Master, but please, Master could you go deeper and move faster? I missed feeling you inside of me this way. Please, Master, fuck me hard."

"Don't you think that that's only for me to decide, my pet? But for once I'm inclined to agree, We have to make extra sure that those enemas really did their job, after all, they got you in trouble in the first place by taking more time than they should have."

Master Robert adapted the movement of his hips going slower now but putting more force behind each one. Anna's moans got louder and she breathlessly breathed, Thank you, Master, you're very kind and generous."

"You're delusional, pet, you got that all wrong. I'm stern and demanding, not generous. I know you are almost ready for another orgasm but I'm not inclined to grant you one just now. Don't forget; this is first and foremost about my pleasure, my pet, not yours."

"Of course, Master; your pleasure is the only thing of importance."

"Don't try to placate me, Anna, pet. I could be tempted to see it as an attempt to top from the bottom and you know that I have a very dim view of that. Uppity is among the things I absolutely can't condone. I thought I taught you that lesson a long time ago."

"Yes, Master, you did. I learnt it well, even if it was the hard way. I did not say what I did because I tried to placate or humor you, Master. I said it because it's true. You already generously granted me an orgasm tonight; it would be presumptuous of me to even hope for more, Master."

"You can al ways hope, Anna. Don't forget: hope was the only thing Pandora could catch and preserve for humanity when everything else escaped. And now be quiet, baby, enough talking. I have to focus or I will be the one who loses control and comes, but I do not plan on doing that, I want to make it very hard for you not to come. I want to hear you beg for release. And think hard on whether or not I'll grant your request. Don't forget, Anna, hope is eternal."

Master Robert abruptly stopped his thrusts and pulled her close, entering her all the way. His hands encircled her waist and he tightened his hold until she stopped moving. She had a hard time to adapt to the change but did her best to obey. He then let his hands slide from her waist up to her breasts and started to massage them gently, adding another focus point for her arousal. Anna put her head in her neck and pressed in his touch as best as she could. Simultaneously he moved his hips back until only the tip f his penis was still inside of her. 

"Hold still, pet."

Anna was tempted to aim for more contact, but she also knew that immediate obedience would bring better rewards in the end. Master Robert entered her again and moved his hips in slow circles as if he wanted to map the inside of her lower bowels. It widened her rear entrance and pushed her closer to the edge. To make it even harder for her he started to squeeze her breasts and roll her nipples between his index fingers and thumbs.

The now very slow movements would drive her even crazier than the fast, hard thrusts earlier had. She started to moan and grunt, begging for release without words. Her inner muscles were massaging his cock and he felt himself getting closer to his own release with every heartbeat.

"I'm going to come now, my pet, but I want you to stay calm and keep control. You are not allowed to come. See it as part of your punishment for negligence. Don't look at me like a wounded kitten. I know it's hard, my pet, but I also know that you are my good, sweet girl and that you can do it, Anna."

"Thank you for your trust, Master," Anna answered in a whisper. She was so aroused that she was unable to speak any louder.

Master Robert added to that by pinching her still sore nipples and resuming his fast thrusts. He pushed all the way in, held her close and shouted "Anna!!!!" It felt as if his warm seed filled her up inside and she never wanted it to end. He stayed inside until his shaft began to grow soft. When he pulled out, he raised her torso against his chest, turned her around and kissed her. She was dizzy with need and drank in his demanding tongue like someone about to expire from dehydration. When they had to break the kiss to breathe, he looked at her still unfocused eyes and patted her slightly bruised behind.

"Stay like this, my pet. I want you to wear a butt plug for dinner or maybe a bit longer. I haven't decided on that yet. The plug will keep my sperm from leaking out on the floor and we can't risk it sullying the whole house, can we, my pet? I'll be back in a moment."




Anna's Punishment and Reward



Master Robert walked over to the dresser and took a medium sized butt plug from a drawer as well as a tube containing a salve a pharmacist friend of his had developed special for his use. It made sure that regardless of how wide her sphincter was stretched during training and sessions, it would never becomes loose or wear out but return to its virginal circumference.

Master Robert knew of Masters who stretched the anal opening of their slaves and submissives to the point of irreparably tearing the ring muscles to make them able to accommodate all sizes of dildos and other objects, like their Masters and Mistresses fists and arms, It also made them incontinent and forced them to wear inflatable butt plugs and adult diapers all the time when not in use. But that kind of servitude was not something he wanted for his beloved pet and wife. He wanted her to be joyfully his, even when his discipline and punishments made her cry.

He was as proud of her outside independence and her professional success as he was of her loving smile, her reddened backside and her eagerness to please him in any way. He also was extremely possessive of his Anna. Even if she had been amenable to it, he never would have allowed her to play with other Masters; Anna was his and his alone. There was no other Master or Mistress in their circle of friends and acquaintances he trusted enough to leave her in their care. Robert trusted his pet but he did not trust the rest of the world.

"Bend over, pull your ass cheeks apart and present yourself to me, pet," He ordered as he returned to her side. She obeyed and he put the salve on her sphincter, making sure to rub it in good. It contained a fast acting agent similar to capsaicin cream but without the burning. It made the ring muscle contract for at least an hour during which time it was impossible to widen it without causing damage. After that hour the components had been completely absorbed by the skin and the muscle once again reacted normally. He had chosen a phallus-like plug that would be relatively easy to remove and inserted it quickly. Then he fastened a harness around her slim waist to hold it in place.

He pulled her over his thighs and administered about two dozen medium hard swats to her still reddened behind and then sent her to the kitchen to prepare dinner. She got on her hands and knees and crawled towards the door, without having to be reminded not to walk upright. When she had reached the threshold he said, "Pet , you may set the table for two, despite your transgressions. I'll take care of the glasses and the chess table."

Anna looked back and answered, "Thank you, Master." 

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4. Victorian Dining

After dinner consisting of bite sized pieces of marinated chicken breast with carrots, broccoli and a ginger-soy-sauce and rice wine and Basmati rice; and fresh-cut strawberries for dessert, Anna cleaned the kitchen and filled the dish washer. They had talked about his business trip and her work. And he had again been reminded why he needed her keen intellect, quick mind and sharp whit as much as her obedience, adoration, devotion and willing submission. He followed her carrying a snack tray when she crawled over to the living room. Her buttocks were swaying gently and the butt plug peeked out enticingly from between them.

He placed the tray on the couch table and stretched out on the couch on his left side. Anna was on the floor on her spread knees, waiting for his orders. He invited her to join him on the couch and snuggle in his arms and they continued their dinner conversation.

When he decided that it was time for them to retire for the night, Master Robert fastened a dog collar around her throat, clipped a leash on and promenaded her around in their big, isolated backyard. He knew they were protected from prying eyes but he loved to parade her around this way either in the privacy of their fenced in yard or in the semi-public setting of a private lifestyle club.

After their evening stroll they prepared for bed and Master Robert allowed Anna to remove the plug. He made love to his pet by once again taking her anally and this time he granted her the release she was craving so much. Anna quickly fell asleep in her Master's arms. The next morning she woke up seconds before the alarm sounded and stopped it after the first chime. She apparently had not moved a single muscle during the night and was surprised to find that her Master who was usually wide awake with the first sound of the phone, alarm clock or door bell or the sound of a cell phone, that morning was still sleeping when she got up to finish her chores.

She stretched and winced a bit at feeling her swollen pussy lips and her burning inner thighs, but even with her Master still asleep she resisted the temptation to rub those areas. She knew it was not allowed. Anna was about to lower herself on her hands and knees when she remembered that this part of her punishment was over. It took her one and a half hours to finish the laundry. She then went to their gym in the basement for an hour and took a shower. Anna then climbed back into bed and woke her Master up as he had ordered the day before. He came in her mouth and she swallowed every single drop, then he took a shower while she prepared breakfast.

They got dressed and went grocery shopping. After their return he gave her a quick chemical enema, took her anally and laced her into the training corset. For a couple of hours she worked in the garden under his watchful eyes. Every once in a while, he called her over and fondled her to the point of making her beg for release he did not grant. Her maintenance discipline in the afternoon consisted of a few dozen strokes with a wooden paddle on the back of her thighs. Anna was in tears when her Master was done but she was also extremely aroused, enough for him to take pity on her and grant her an orgasm.

Then he started to get them ready for their dinner date at Megan and Master Charles' house by sending her to take a shower and shave herself all over. Doing that as well as her hair and make-up took an hour, getting her dressed and laced in the formal corset another 45 min. While systematically tightening her laces Master Robert got dressed himself, cursing internally at the stiffness and scratchiness of the authentic fabric of his suit.

He adjusted Anna's outer veil, when the door bell rang announcing that the town car they had ordered for the night was ready for them. Master Robert took his pet at the elbow and guided her into the limousine. He knew that due to the three layers of face veil he insisted she wear during their trip she could barely see more than the rough contour of the objects and persons around. It forced her to rely on his judgment and guidance at all times, since more often than not her hands were also bound during those trips even if the bondage was hidden under a shawl or stole he had draped over her hands.

This night Master Robert had used a hobble skirt instead of wrist restraints; under the beige and white silk skirt, embroidered with hundreds of pearls she wore a form-fitting taffetas skirt that made sure that she would keep her legs close together and made it all but impossible to cross them in any way; and though it got wider from the knees down towards the ankles it did severely curtail her freedom of movement by not allowing her to make steps longer than six or seven inches. They arrived at their friend's house just in time and dismissed the driver and car until they would need him again for the trip back.

Master Robert generously removed the veils when Master Charles greeted them at the front door. About half of the guests were already present and mingling in the parlor with an aperitif in their hands. Anna accepted a flute of champagne from one of the servers hired for this evening and looked around. She saw Charles making the rounds, seemingly without a care in the world, the consummate host. She saw his brother and his wife. Anna had met everyone in the room on numerous other occasions; they were all part of their circle of like-minded friends and usually everyone involved wore a lot less than this evening. The one person Anna expected to see but could not spot anywhere was Megan, their hostess. A bell announced that dinner would be served in ten minutes and Anna hoped that her friend was in the kitchen busy with last minute preparations. 

The ten minutes passed and she exchanged greetings and small-talk with other guests, but still had to take more than a tiny sip of her slowly warming champagne. She counted the people in the parlor, nine people, including herself her Master and husband and Master Charles. That meant that aside from the hostess one couple was still absent. Charles asked for silence and told everyone that they would give Master Thomas and his wife Bettina ten more minutes before they all would proceed to the dining room down the hall.

Ten minutes later there was still no sign of Thomas, Bettina or Megan; Charles offered his arm to Mistress Marguerite who had attended with one of her male slaves, Anna - he had informed them as Master of the house when they had arrived - was to sit at his left and Master Robert, as the most honored male guest at Megan's right. When the doors to the dining room were opened by a servant they were all in for a surprise: Megan, their hostess and Lady of the house was standing in the room, facing the wall. Her ample skirts and bustle had been trussed up, revealing a welted, obviously freshly caned backside. Charles didn't pay his wife any attention but instead led Mistress Marguerite to her seat at his right. A couple of minutes later everybody was seated and the chief-server told Charles that their soup was ready to be served who answered him to go ahead and have it brought in in three minutes then he called his wife.

"Megan, restore your clothing and come here." One of the female servers helped Megan and Charles pointed to the floor to a spot right in front of his feet. Megan had a hard time to get on her knees gracefully due to the tightly laced corset she was wearing. She bent down and kissed the tip of his highly polished shoes.

She came back up again and said, "Thank you, Sir, for giving me the opportunity to pay for my negligence in not ordering the Sherry you wanted to have served tonight. I know I failed in my duty as your wife and as the Lady of your House, Sir, and I failed our guests in not procuring the beverage they have a right to expect at your table. My sincere apologies go to all of you." 

"You have been duly punished, wife. Your apology is accepted, now go and take your seat at the end of the table as befits you."

Megan winced a bit when she stood up again but before she started to walk to the other side of the room, she looked back and said, "Thank you, Sir."

Megan squirmed in her seat until a stern look from the head of the table stopped her and dinner progressed amicably for about three courses despite the short demonstration of domestic discipline and the two empty seats. Before the salmon terrine was served the chief server who normally worked as Charles' manservant announced the arrival of the two missing guests.

Master Thomas entered the dining room almost at a run, stopped to kiss Megan's hand in greeting and then made a beeline to the other end of the table. Charles got up and turned towards Thomas. 

"Charles, My friend, I'm awfully sorry to interrupt your evening like this and for potentially disturbing the peace of your house, When I returned from work this evening, looking forward to spend an evening among friends and the manners and mores of a different time I found my house in complete disarray. Tina was running around in a panic like a chicken with its head just chopped off. It took me forever to get her calmed down enough to at least tell me what's going on She was wearing nothing but a robe though I had told her to be ready when I came home."

Bettina came in and greeted Megan and the other women with a hug and a kiss and let the men kiss her gloved hand in greeting, but avoided looking in the direction of her husband and Master Charles, even when she was right next to him and let herself be pulled in a hug by Mistress Marguerite.

"Young Lady, do I really have to repeat myself? Did I or didn't I tell you to wait outside until I have told our esteemed Hosts and our friends the reasons for our tardiness, why we are this ignominiously late?"

Bettina curtsied and answered, "Yes, Sir. You ordered me to wait at the door; I'm sorry that you now have to add another count of disobedience to the list of my transgressions."

"Yes, I will have at that, young Lady, but it's not all your responsibility, I should not have tried to repair that oil leak without help. That could have shaved off twenty minutes off our arrival time. And now go and put that cute nose of yours in the corner over there, and not another word."

Bettina opened her mouth as if to acknowledge his order with a smart "Yes, Sir" but wised up in time and went over to the corner he had indicated where she stood as close to the walls as possible and intertwined her fingers behind her back, the picture perfect of meek obedience.

"When my little girl was finally calm enough to listen to reason she told me that the car I had intended to take tonight, the old Bugatti racing car I inherited from my grandfather, refused to start. I scolded her because she was not allowed to enter that part of the garage without me. She confessed under tears that she had done everything I had told her to do, but that the motor refused to run. She wanted to call a taxi or a town car then, but I decided that it would be better if I took a look at the engine myself.

"It was obvious that the V-belt was ripped, a closer inspection also revealed that we had transmission fluid in puddles on the garage floor. It took me a few minutes to find the leak and a few more to accept that without an adequate spare part, I certainly could not get before next week there was nothing I could do to repair the damage. By then about 20 minutes had passed and my baby had started to get dressed.

"I started to lace her up but the cord ripped. We removed it from the eyelets and hooks and threaded in a spare but that one also ripped. I had expected something like that would happen and had ordered my girl to get replacements two weeks ago which she neglected to do. I had to call Lady Heather at home and ask her to send one of her clerks back to one of her stores, the haberdashery on Broad street, and drop off what we needed. By the time her apprentice dropped off the cord we were already late. I got Bettina dressed as fast as possible and ordered a limousine for us. When it finally came the driver reeked of cheap alcohol and I had to send him away.

"Since I had already had a scotch while getting ready I decided to make my sweet girl drive which means among other things that she is not allowed to have even a single drop of an alcoholic beverage tonight. Bettina is most familiar with her old 1959 Volkswagen Bug, that and the Mini-van. It was not a stylish entrance but it brought us here."

"Thomas, my friend. I know it's none of my business but how do you intend to punish your little one's negligence and disobedience?" Charles asked.

"Oh, for negligence she will spend the next three nights bound in a hogtie in the doghouse in the garden. For uppity, she loses all clothing privileges at home for a week and will be subjected to daily corset training. She also has to answer for two counts of disobedience which will be dealt with by a sound caning tonight and a long session on the wooden pony on which she will be put tomorrow morning." 

"Why don't you give her the cane right here, right now, my friend? I'll gladly borrow you one of our canes."

"Thank you for the offer, Charles, but my baby is not used to corporal punishment. We are still working on her stamina and her pain threshold. I don't want to embarrass her and consequently myself by setting her up to fail with a public caning; and we have already monopolized too much of this evening."

"I respect your decision, Thomas; you know best how much your darling wife can take. Will you allow me to ask another nosy question?"

"Of course, my friend."

"How many strokes of the cane will Bettina receive?"

"We were a bit more than an hour late. She'll get one stroke for every minute we were late, minus the twenty minutes that were my responsibility. That makes forty-three.

"Tina, baby go and take a seat at the table, oh, and try not to squirm. I know the plug hurts but you deserve at least some reminder of your status before your punishment."

Bettina hurried over to the dinner table but blushed furiously when her Master mentioned the butt plug.

The salmon terrine was served and the conversation returned to mundane matters; no one in the room mentioned the hostess' welted behind or the butt plug firmly lodged in Bettina's rectum. Or the contour of the small alligator clamps not quite invisible to the eyes of even an uninformed observer another of the women was wearing. Her name was Hannah and she was the submissive part of the only lesbian couple in their group.

-x-x-x-

After all the dishes had been served the Ladies retired to the sitting room for coffee and a round of Sherry and sweets, while the men following an old tradition went to the library for Brandy and a smoke. As soon as the servers were gone the respectable housewives and independent business women turned into a group of giggling teenagers.

Anna praised the quality of the sherry and emphasized that it tastes better than the brand usually served at those get-togethers. Most of the other Ladies agreed, but Megan blushed and whispered, "Master Charles agrees with you, but that's not really the problem, dear Anna. What I did was blatant insubordination and disobedience. I deliberately did not follow his orders and put my judgment over his. I deserved to be punished and all things considered he showed a lot of leniency in my punishment."

There was not much Anna could say to that reasoning, she understood her friend well. Bettina on the other hand, was relatively new to their life style and from Anna's and Megan's perspective had still a lot to learn. Thinking back to their own development some of it would probably have to be learnt the hard way.

"I don't get you guys. Anna, you juggle with millions of Dollars and many people's lives on a daily basis and yet you can't wait to get home every day and debase yourself for a guy who fancies himself in charge just because his reproductive organs are on the outside. And Megan you manage dozens of high-end clothing stores all over the country and still defer to your husband as if he were infallible."

Bettina fell silent to take a breath, and Anna used the chance to answer, "Is that really what you think or are you just angry that your Master shared details of your punishment with us?"

""That's not why I'm angry, Anna. I'm angry because my so-called Master did not trust me enough to take the thrashing with the cane without embarrassing myself or him in front of all of you."

"Forty-three strokes with the cane are not easy to take even if you're bound and gagged and alone with your Master in a play room," Anna said. "I don't think that his decision not to punish you in public has anything to do with a lack of trust on his part. He was just fulfilling one of his primary duties: to look out for you and to protect you. Having been put in the corner might have wounded your pride a little, but would it not have been worse if you had inadvertently or not used your guard word during the punishment? That would really have unduly disrupted our dinner."

Bettina pushed her shoulders back in protest, a clear sign that she was still agitated. Megan handed her a second cup of coffee, though she knew that Bettina would have preferred a glass of Sherry, but Master Thomas had been very clear about that. She sat down on the couch next to Mistress Marguerite's boy toy, an exceptionably beautiful male fashion model who had yet to say word one, named Francis. She took a sip of the hot beverage and calmed down.




Anna's Punishment



Anna wagged her finger "No, no, no. Bad boy" She chastised, as she bent down and slapped him across his left cheek. She slapped him hard, but compared to the enormous pain in his right cheek David felt practically nothing as his head turned in recoil. Anna loved slapping David, so he was quite used to it.

"Now, why don't we go over to the shade, huh boy?" She said, patting him on the same cheek she had so harshly slapped just moments ago. "Come on." she cooed, walking over to the shade in the grass under one of the trees in their backyard, motioning for him to follow as she did so. 

In this state, it was honestly easier for David to just stay on his knees and crawl over, ironically. The position of servitude had become the position of least resistance as both his mind and body were exhausted. He slowly drudged along, lugging his knees along after they had been pressed against the hot pavement along with his cheeks, though thankfully they weren't nearly as sensitive.

Anna looked at him and clapped her hands saying "Hurry u-uup!" Anna hated to be kept waiting. Luckily, as a track star and all around overachiever, David never had to. But even after that intense ordeal he managed to pick up the pace and use his arms to pull his body along much faster.

Anna smiled a deep smile. David's head was down as it should be, so there was no harm in showing her happiness now. He had done it! he had done all she had wanted and more, even hurrying up on her mere whim after all that. When planning it out she had considered bringing a collar and leash out with her and pulling him a long, to further reinforce her ownership of him but she had decided since she didn't really know how much the blazing hot pavement would affect him, she would see how fast his love and desire to please her would make him crawl.

"And now," Anna said happily, "I want you to put your left cheek down on the grass."

David silently obeyed. The only thing on his mind was how grateful he was that his tender right cheek was left untouched. But he was still unsure of what was coming next. There is no fear greater than the fear of the unknown, and at this point David's heart was beating intensely. If that was only the preparation for the punishment, and the punishment wasn't even over, what could the final punishment be? 

"Hmm," Anna pondered, "actually, before we get to that you're going to do something else for me." Anna tilted the sole of her right foot off the ground, keeping her heel grounded. 

"Clean it." she ordered flatly.

David lifted his head off the ground slowly, careful to not let any blades of grass touch his sensitive right cheek, and extended his tongue to the bottom of her shoe. The taste was appalling. 

The bottom of her shoe was brown with dirt. But David was too weak and tired to even wince at the terrible taste it left on his tongue. He closed his eyes, and licked. Lick after lick.

David didn't have much practice licking his Goddess' shoes. Despite all the terrible and devious things Anna did to David and made him do, his health was of her utmost concern. She couldn't have her most prized possession broken. No, Anna knew it was her responsibility to keep her man healthy, and as such rarely made him do unhygienic things like licking the bottoms of her very used shoes.

But still, sometimes there was no replacement for the kind of submission a shoe licking exemplified. It wasn't just a shoe cleaning, it was a shoe cleaning by tongue, with David's belly on the ground underneath her foot. She loved being able to look down at the man he loved and seeing him go through hoop after hoop for her.

"David," she started, the affection in her voice starting to show as she said his name, "Don't worry about the entire shoe, just focus on the A and above."

David looked at the bottom of her shoe. In his haste he hadn't noticed that engraved on the bottom of her shoe were the words "American Eagle" written in cursive. Albeit a bit surprised, David knew better than to hesitate at his Mistress' command and immediately began to lick only the top portion of her shoe, extended even a little to the "m" so as to be sure he was getting all of the letter "A." 

Even with half of his face on fire he couldn't let his service to his Mistress be anything less than perfect.

As Anna watched him her juices started to flow even more and she let out a sigh of happiness. What. She couldn't let David think she was pleased already. Not now, not when the main event hadn't even started. No, she needed him in fear until his punishment ended.

"You'll want to do better than that, bitch." she sneered.

"Trust me, this is for your own good." she warned. It was true, it was in David's best interests for her shoes to be as clean as possible for the next phase of her punishment. It was a convenient cover up for her sigh of joy to become a sigh of exasperation, and it worked perfectly.

David started licking more fervently, and more thoroughly. He pressed his tongue as deep as it could go in the crevices between the etched letter and the rest of the shoe, determined to clean every possible corner of his Owner's footwear.

Anna watched as David finished up, knowing she didn't have to check the bottoms of her shoe to see how clean they were. David always did the best job possible for her. And this time was no exception, as from David's perspective the top portion of her shoe was a stark white in contrast to the brown of the un-licked part. 

David knew he hadn't been given permission to stop however, and at this point doing everything possible so as to not incur any more of his wrath was the number one priority in his mind. So he licked. And licked. And continued to lick the top of her shoe, slowing down to show he was mostly done.

"You can stop now," Anna said cooly, as David withdrew his tongue. "And get your left cheek on the ground like before."

David complied, grateful that his beautiful and amazing Wife had noticed the signals he gave and gave him direction as what to do.

And now, it was time. The moment Anna had been waiting for. The moment she had planned out meticulously and carefully in her head.

It was time for David's punishment.

"You'll want to close your eyes for this David," Anna said smugly, "or actually, how about you keep them open. You'll close them soon enough but I want you to see this punishment as it comes to you."

And then, without wasting another second, Anna took a step around to the right side of David's head, where he was facing, and took the top of her right shoe and planted it on David's tender right cheek, red and ready to be molded.

David let out a wail of pure pain as his Wife pressed her foot down harder and harder. "AHHH! AHHHHH!" he screamed as his wife branded him. A million thoughts raced through his mind as his wife applied nearly her entire weight as pressure onto David's already singed cheek, making him feel all the pain of the burn from before and more, as he felt the crevices in her shoe pinch his skin and mold the skin on his cheek.

It felt like a million needles were being inserted into his cheek, the insurmountable pain he was rapidly losing the strength to fathom. But at the same time the blazing heat that had burned his cheek made him feel like his entire face was on fire. Two excruciatingly painful feelings juxtaposed made it unlike any sort of discipline David had received before.

The letter "A," undoubtedly for the name of his Owner, was being branded on the right side of his face. It would be a permanent mark, a permanent reminder not only to him but to everyone he met or saw that he was owned. That he belonged to his Wife.

David's mind immediately jumped to how this would affect him in a practical sense. This wasn't a branding on his chest, or some other area he could easily cover up. This was a brand on his face. Something that was never covered and was often the first part of him that people looked at.

There was no way he could hide this from his coworkers, or even his family, or even anyone that entered his house and saw him for that matter. David's heart immediately plunged into a deep state of shock and fear. The kind of intense fear one gets when they realize their life was about to end.

How could David go back into the outside world? Sure he could go grocery shopping, run errands for his Wife, even show himself to his Wife's side of the family, who would probably embrace his brand and only be more proud of the wonder child that had grown up to his amazingly successful Wife.

But what about his job? Forget about what his students thought about him. What about the dean? What about his coworkers? How could he be taken seriously in the professional world with his Wife's initial burned into his face, a blazing red signal to everyone that he was owned by another human being?

David immediately thought of "The Scarlet Letter," the classic novel by Nathanial Hawthorne, in which a woman is forced to wear a bright red letter 'A' at all times to signify the crimes she committed. He thought of how she spent the majority of the book living in isolation because of that letter, away from the society that would judge her.

But why? David wondered, his eyes so tightly shut that he felt like his eyelids might break. They had been nothing but happy, and his performance nothing but perfect the entire past month. He was not adulterous like Hester Prynne, and he knew his wife would have absolutely no reason to doubt his fidelity.

And then it dawned on him. Just like in "The Scarlet Letter," he too would be spending the majority of his life in isolation. Only it would be the isolation of his own house, in servitude of his Wife. His Mistress. His Goddess. His Owner.

It was summer, Anna must have waited for this time specifically because it would be very easy for him to quit his job as a professor when school was out. And of course he would be quitting his job as a professor for her. The branding he was receiving pretty much confirmed it.

David always knew his career would have to take a hit when they wanted to have kids. There had simply never even been a question in their marriage. She earned more money, she dominated their household, their marriage, their sex life, and so there was no question that she would continue to further her career while he supported her. 

David's surprise turned into understanding. This was her way of telling him she wanted kids. Or maybe she just wanted him to get used to spending his time at home, without having a career to think about and only a focus on her and her needs.

David was overcome with emotion. He knew his wife would never let his intelligence go to waste. He knew she never would let him be bored for the rest of his days, not putting his brain to good use or being productive to society outside of supporting her. Anna would think of something. She always did. That's why she owned him, and why he worshipped her as his Goddess, the center of his life that he revolved around.

David had nothing but faith in Anna's decision, and wanted nothing more than to get down on his hands and knees before her, or in fact even prostrate before her, telling her how much he loved her and how ready he was to make this big step for her.

He wanted nothing more than to shower her feet with kisses, lick them and suck on her toes, and tell her how grateful he was to be able to show his servility and submission to her. David never had a foot fetish before he met Anna, but after falling in love with her and with adoring her, worshipping Anna's feet was one of David's favorite things to do. 

And it was one of Anna's favorite things to watch. The man she fell head over heels for on the ground adoring the lowest part of her body. How amazing she must be to have induced such an effect on him.

But David couldn't do any of those things. As his mind came back to reality and the harsh pain of his Wife's branding with her shoe, he immediately groaned out in pain. Tears welling up in his eyes that started to fall sideways down his face.

He moaned in agony, he had never felt a pain anywhere near this.

But just as he concentrated with all his might on enduring the pain, Anna lifted her foot off his cheek.

David opened his eyes, looking up as Anna lowered herself down to see the mark she had made. She stroked the sides of his face, and comforted him finally.

"Awww, my poor baby must be in so much pain." She cooed, ever so gently brushing the back of her fingernails against his cheek, just to feel how hot it still was. 

David recoiled in pain, but smiled, happy as ever that his Owner was fondling him.

As he looked up at her, her figure was silhouetted in darkness, and with the sun behind her she almost had a Halo of sorts. His Wife. His Goddess

David made out Anna's smile, how happy she was that he had endured all of that for her. He wanted to open his mouth, to thank her for taking the time to punish him and brand him. But no sounds were leaving David's mouth. 

He was so exhausted he felt like he was going to pass out right then and there. But he couldn't. He wouldn't. He had to stay awake for her, he had to show her that he loved her more than anything in the world and that he would bear any amount of pain for her. Especially the pain that she had decided he deserved.

Anna rose up, and pointed to the metal bucket from before. The final unsolved mystery and the final step of his punishment.

"You see that David? What do you think is in there?"

David's eyes shifted as he looked at the metal bucket. But as exhausted as he was he couldn't bring himself to say anything in response, and this pleased Anna, knowing she had done her job well.

"I'll tell you what's in there. Water. Cold water. Well truth be told I had brought out a bucket of ice but by now I'm sure it's mostly melted." Anna walked over and inspected the bucket.

"Wow what do you know! There's still quite a good amount of ice still in there" She looked over at David. He was so tired his face showed no emotion other than pure exhaustion.

"And David...what do you know about ice water?" She teased, laughing to herself as she reminded him of something he had told her many times, "That's right! Ice water is always 0 degrees Celsius because the heat it absorbs is all used to melt the ice, not heat the water!"

David's eyes shifted up to look at his Wife. He had regained enough stamina to be able to speak again. "I--I love you" he desperately whispered before gasping for air. As if he had just finished running a mile. He dropped his head to the ground and then closed his eyes. He was tired. So tired. The pain had taken such a great toil on him.

Anna walked over and inspected the naked body of her husband lying on the grass before her. "What was that David? I couldn't hear you, " She said half disappointedly and chuckled.

"But David, let me tell you what's going to happen now. I'm going to bring that pail over. And you're going to get up on your knees. And then you'll put your head into the ice cold water, hot cheek first." Anna giggled, "and don't worry, I'll be here to help you keep it in."

David's eyes opened as he realized what was happening. How could he have forgotten? After every branding the hot flesh is chilled with cold water, so that the skin stays in place and the brand remains clan and neat. Otherwise, the hot skin may just melt back into its original state.

"OR..." Anna pondered as she rose back up to a standing position.

What? Or? David's thoughts all came to a crashing halt as he listened to the words of his Wife. OR? There was an "or"?

"Or, you could show me grateful you are. How grateful you are that I let you serve me. How grateful you are to be kept around by me, how honored you are to have the privilege of worshipping me. And how you would give anything in the world for this reward that surpasses all your other desires in life."

What? Anna was asking David to show his devotion to her? The one thing he had more practice at than anything else for the past 6 years? Of course he would take this opportunity to show his wife how much she loved him.

More than anything else this ordeal had exhausted David, but Anna's words invigorated him and made him find energy he didn't think he had. 

Like a rabid animal his mouth attacked the feet in front of him, kissing wildly without even thinking about the proper way of doing so he had been taught. 

"Mistress," Kiss.

"I love." Kiss

"No, Goddess," David paused, he then bent his head further down than before and began to lick the sides of Anna's flats. 

"You are my Goddess Anna, " He reverently said as he continued to lick, his licks becoming long and thorough, so as to show he fully intended to clean her shoes entirely.

"And I am so so grateful to even be able to lick the dirt off your shoes," David had moved to the top of her flats now, circling his tongue around her foot.

"It is truly the greatest privilege I have ever had in my life," Lick.

"And I am so grateful to be able to serve a woman like you," Lick.

"Who is superior to me in every way," Lick.

"And to whom I am the inferior in all things" David now moved to the other shoe.

He silently continued the rest of his worship on this shoe, as Anna looked at him. She was pleased of course, but this wasn't all that she wanted. No, she still had more planned for him.

Anna tilted her shoe, to make it easier for her slave to finish cleaning her shoes. She had those flats for quite some time now, almost 3 years. In that time she had taken good care of them, but they had inevitably accumulated dirt and grime over the years.

Now however, the dirt was nowhere to be seen, and while her shoes definitely looked worn out, they didn't look the slightest bit unclean.

As David finished up her left shoe, Anna slipped her right foot out of her other slipper, and then did the same with her left foot, a signal for David to stop his licking.

Her foot lay atop her shoes now, crushing down the tops that David had so adoringly licked clean just then. Her toes were bright neon pink, and they shined in the bright sun.

As Anna looked down at her husband, who had been turned into nothing more than a primitive beast that licked at her command, she could tell that his eyes were focused on one thing and one thing only: Her bright and pretty toes. 

She was pleased; these were the very same nails he had painted that morning for her. Anna leaned down and said softly, "Why doesn't doggie shoe mommy how much he loves her toes. And if doggie does a good job, mommy might think about taking away his punishment."

That was all the invitation David needed. His mouth immediately opened and encapsulated the big toe on her left foot.

He sucked reverently, like a baby sucks on a pacifier, as if his life depended on it.

He then began to lick the underside of her toe while it was in his mouth. He massaged it with the tip of his tongue, almost playfully, and then began to rub his tongue all over her toe.

He felt the top of her perfectly trimmed nail with the bottom of his tongue, and Anna twitched her toe right at the perfect moment to make David feel a shock of pain in his tongue web. But David didn't let this create even the slightest bit of hesitation in his worship of her toe. 

He sucked and licked for as long as he thought necessary, and slowly pulled his lips away, dragging them across the skin of her toe, and then reverently gave it a kiss. Making sure to make the nice smooching noise he knew his Owner loved so much.

And then his lips rolled over her toe again, and he repeated the process.

After almost 10 straight minutes worshipping the same toe, David then moved over to the next toe on his Goddess' foot, and went to work.

After her first foot was finished, Anna was almost bored. But she didn't want to make David stop for her own whimsies. The longer and longer his adoration of her extended the more deeply in his mind his place would be ingrained, and Anna was well aware of this.




Anna's Punishment



So instead, Anna pressed her other foot down on David's head to let him know to stop, and then slipped her shoes on and went to get one of their beach chairs. 

She quickly returned, lounged on the chair comfortably, and then dropped her shoes to the ground while leaving her feet dangling off the end.

"Continue."

And continue David did, and as his tongue grew tired he never let it rest. After many workouts on the track, David now gave his tongue a workout.

After finishing up the last toe, David bent his head down and waited for his Mistress to speak before he did anything else.

Anna knew this would be his response, and simply waited, enjoying the silence and the strength her husband put into staying still.

"Well," she started, "I suppose that was acceptable." She silently chuckled to herself as she knew how crestfallen David would be upon hearing those words.

"Now, since I've given you the privilege of being my dog, why don't you beg like doggies do."

Anna closed her eyes, and smiled to herself, as she knew what was about to come. 

David began sobbing; he had endured immense pain, time after time that afternoon, for seemingly no reason at all than to endure his wife's whims. He then worshipped her feet for almost an hour straight. During this time he had been nothing but strictly obedient in the way that his Wife demanded of him.

In fact, he had been perfect in his service to her for almost an entire month. David was a perfectionist in all things in life. But right when he felt that he had perfected the art of loving his wife, he had been disciplined like never before.

"Please, please my Goddess," David cried, kissing and licking the bottom of Anna's feet as she had pulled them back onto the end of her beach chair.

"Please don't make this brand permanent."

Tongue spread fully wide and out as far as he could manage, like a dog on a summer day, David licked her soles methodically. Up and down, up and down, switching from foot to foot, but still keeping a fervent pace.

"I'll do anything. Anything..." he whimpered.

"Oh?" Anna responded inquisitively, "Anything boy? What do you have to offer me?" Anna's voice bristled with excitement, as she knew she was reaching the climax she so desired.

"I'll quit my job Goddess," David uttered, now panting, as he was quite out of breath from his relentless worship of his Owner's feet.

"Today Goddess, NOW even. If you so desire."

Anna remained quiet. She did not give any reply in the gaps while David caught his breath, and David continued. 

"I know that it was obviously the plan for me to quit my job when we had kids, but I realize now how stupid I was to keep working until then. I should have quit years ago, when we first got married, no, even earlier than that..." David shamefully looked down. And although Anna was still lying back on her beach chair and couldn't see him, she could tell from David's voice how embarrassed and shameful he truly felt.

"But I kept holding on. Foolishly saying I needed mental stimulation and to use my intelligence for society and others to feel fulfillment out of my life... How could I say that? It seems so simple and clear to me now. YOU are the only fulfillment I need out of life, and using every neuron in my brain to serve you as best as I possibly can is all the mental stimulation I need."

David paused, but he was not done yet.

"You work so hard everyday and earn so much money for the two of us, how could I so selfishly spend time working and thinking about my own career, when I should have instead been focusing on the needs of the most important person in my life? I don't know what I did to inspire you to discipline me like this. All I know is that I deserve it, simply from the fact that you are the one who decided to administer it. And what all this has made me realize is that my life truly revolves around you. Nothing else in my life matters even remotely compared to privilege of being in your presence. For all of human history people have argued over the idea of God, but you are the one true being in my life and the only thing that matters. You are my Goddess, and my only purpose and desire in life is to serve you as I am just so grateful to be loved by you and be allowed to love and serve you."

David broke down crying. The physical exhaustion combined with his emotional climax, and the hot, blazing weather was just too much for him to handle. But as he knelt at Anna's feet, sobbing pathetically. Anna was actually caught unprepared.

This wasn't what she had in mind when she had asked him what he could offer her. Of course he was going to quit his job when they had kids. Of course the mental stimulation and fulfillment from serving her was all he needed in his life. But that wasn't why she let him work as a professor. 

There simply wasn't enough for him to do as a househusband at this point in their lives. If he could work, and get mental fulfillment and societal status, all the while still being able to do all the chores at home, then why not? The fact that they both went to work everyday and worked their asses off, but he was the one that had to do the menial chores when they got home and be her foots tool at a fingers snap, was a way of life that permanently reminded him of his place in their marriage.

"Oh David..." Anna said, almost feeling sorry for the pathetic sobbing mess that she turned her husband into, "That was quite the amazing monologue you just gave. But that just isn't something I want right now. You'll be staying at home until you die soon enough, but if I had wanted you at home more don't you think you would be?"

David stopped his sobbing for a second and began to listen intently. Had all his mental resolutions been for naught? This wasn't what his Mistress had wanted?

Anna continued, "No, what I want you to offer is something else...maybe it will help if I mention that there is no service you can offer me which I can't already have."

David was shocked. But as shocked as he was his mind filtered through every possible thing he could do for his Wife, his Owner who was never more right than she just was, that there wasn't anything he could offer to do for her that he wouldn't have already done for her in an instant. But slowly, the realization came over him. 

Of course...it was a hot, hot summer day. A Saturday. The day his wife often had long talks on the phone with her best friends. Her best friend of all, Diane, had her birthday coming up in a few weeks. 

For almost as long as they had been dating, Anna had tossed around the idea of having him serve her in a group, with others. It was only with her closest friends, whom she trusted like sisters. But of course David didn't know them the way she did, and he had always shirked out of the idea saying he wasn't sure. Of course he dared not say no or anything of the like.

And of course if Anna had said so he would have done it. That was the way things worked. But Anna was more careful than that. If she had surprised him by telling him that he was going to serve her friends and that was that, then no matter how much he would appear to be trying, his service wouldn't be impeccable. He had to want it, to long for it. The same way he longed to adore and serve her. Only then would his service be as flawless as it always was, and if it was anything less, especially in front of her friends, she would have to punish him right then and there. But punishing him in front of them would only show that he wasn't well trained. And Anna could not have that. 

So instead, she was punishing him now.

And all of the subtly rebellious ideas that lingered in David's head, that might have showed when he served her friends for the first time, were stamped out of his brain. In the climax of his pain and emotional epiphany about his marriage and life and service to his Wife and Goddess, he realized. He realized what he would have to do and why he would have to do it, and that he would love doing it. Because it was for his Wife.

He thought about how humiliating it would be for anyone other than this Wife to see him so servile and debased. And he thought about how his adoration to his wife made it all the more fulfilling to do that in her name. 

He thought about Diane, the petite Asian girl that was barely taller than 5 feet that he had known since elementary school. How she would laugh and how he wouldn't hesitate even the slightest in his worship of her feet as she did so. He thought of her proportionally petite feet that he would be planting kisses on. Of her cute tiny toes that his lips would be enclosing. And how she would be looking down at him, seeing him humiliate himself for her pleasure.

He thought of her incredibly toned body. The one that she had always had from doing dance and gymnastics throughout school that had only gotten more muscular and fit when she had started dating her powerlifting boyfriend that would help train her at the gym. He thought of her butt, and how dense with the weight of muscle it would be as it crushed his face.

He thought of her seemingly alpha male boyfriend that powerlifted, and how thick headed he had been to not see that if it was his Wife's best friend, she surely was living in a very dominating female led relationship as well. He thought of Diane's pleasant but also naughtily cruel personality, and how Mike (her boyfriend) probably had it a lot harder than he did.

He thought of how this first event was only a precursor for what was to come. And with his new realization of how Diane was most likely also in a similar relationship, that he would probably serving both Her and his own Wife simultaneously with mike.

He had worshipped his wife's feet while she was on the phone or eating dinner countless times, but he realized that now she could do both as he served her. His head formulated the image of his Mistress chatting with Diane at their dining table; while he was on the ground underneath the table desperately trying to lick the foot she had crossed over her other leg. And as he looked to the right he saw a 250 pound of hulking muscle on his hands and knees, doing the same thing to a pair of pale petite feet, from which extended small but muscular calves.

David felt a happiness growing in his heart like he felt when he had asked his wife to marry him. The happiness of knowing you are about to embark on exciting journey of love that you haven't been on before, and that the one you love will be right there beside you all the way.

David knew that this was the right step for their marriage and relationship, and that their lifestyle would only change for the better. 

And so, as he opened his mouth and the words Anna had wanted to hear left his mouth, hiding no excitement or veracity, Anna smiled.

This had been her punishment.

Anna's Punishment.