5 comments/ 19876 views/ 5 favorites Anna's New Regime By: RoseWilder A dialogue Story Author's note: Master Robert and his submissive/slave/wife Anna give a dinner party for a few of their friends after which Anna tells them about the new rules she has to follow as part of an extended punishment for numerous transgressions she has committed against her Master. Their guests, dominants and their submissives, knew that something was up from the moment they entered Master Robert's house that Friday evening. Anna usually greeted their guests either as Mistress of the house and accomplished hostess or she was attired in a maid's dress and would be their servant for the evening. Not so this day: Anna was on her knees, her eyes carefully guarded, but basically looking on the floor. She was not wearing a maid's dress or any other clothing except for a functional collar, wrist and ankle cuffs and a pair of Alligator clamps screwed on her nipples and adorned with tiny golden bells. Master Robert asked their guests to come into the living room for an aperitif and Anna followed them crawling on her hands and knees. The guests saw the distinct traces of a recent caning marking her backside. After about half an hour, Anna spent kneeling in a corner as if she were a piece of furniture, they adjourned to the dining room. Anna served dinner and made sure that there was enough water, wine and juice for everyone but she did not eat with them. Master Robert only said that his pet had already had her own dinner while cooking and that they should not pay her any attention. He also said that Anna would give them all an explanation after their coffee. They finally returned to the living room where the dominants took seats on chairs and couches while their submissives either sat next to them or on the floor at their feet. Master Robert supplied everyone who wanted with a digestif or water or another coffee. Anna knelt on the floor with her legs spread and her shaven mound and pink pussy lips on display for everyone to see. She kept her gaze down as if she were waiting for something, not making visual contact with anyone. Master Robert took a seat in his old leather armchair and started to speak. -*-*-*- Master Robert: Thank you, my friends for the patience you have shown the whole evening. It is time for you all to learn why my pet has not been acting the way she usually does when we entertain guests. She will tell you all about her transgressions and the consequences of her actions, she will feel for quite some time yet. And Anna you may look our submissive guests into the eyes. Anna: Thank you, Master, you are very generous to your unworthy pet. Masters, Mistresses, sister submissives and slaves, please lend your ear to the tale of this slave's failures. This slave was her Master's cherished and pampered pet until she got it in her foolish head to test her Master's resolve. She became slow to obey and outright disobedient. She even refused her Master when he wanted to take what is rightfully his. She wanted to go shopping and meet with friends when he ordered her to strip and get on the bed and told her that she would not be going anywhere before he had filled her with his seed. This foolish slave still tried to run off, but her Master stopped her, ripped her clothes off, put her cuffs on her wrists and forced her to crawl into her cage. Robert: Push your shoulders back and sit up straighter. I want all of our friends to see the beautiful bells on your nipples. Anna: Yes, Master, thank you for reminding your slave and helping her to present herself better... Robert: Is that a blush I see coloring your face? You should be used to be naked in the company of our friends by now. Anna: Yes, Master, of course, but it still is hard when all of them are dressed and your slave is the only one on display though she knows that she does not deserve any better. Unfortunately your pet's modesty has not yet been completely eradicated. Dominant guest: Oh, we can easily rectify that. Why don't we order those of our submissives who are still sitting on furniture to get down on the floor and join their friends and have all of them undress. I know my wife would feel better if she were on a level with her friend Anna. Robert: Presuming that you all agree. We should do just that. And now, my pet, my slave, my wife tell our friends about your punishment. Anna: After having locked his slave in her cage, Master Robert left the house to calm down. He did not want to risk punishing his wayward slave in anger. He returned a few hours later brought his unruly slave to the playroom, took what is his and told her what he had decided. Slave Anna's disobedience had not been a one time thing she had broken her Master's rules numerous times. To make her atone her punishment would consist of two phases or stages. A first stage focusing or corporal punishment which should last seven days and consisted of daily maintenance discipline administered in the evening and a daily cunt whipping administered in this slaves's office every day during the midday break, followed by being taken vaginally immediately after the punishment before this slave's cunt lips would swell up too much; of course without being allowed sexual release herself. To make it clear that all of her had failed her Master, not only one body part the maintenance discipline would focus every day on another part of her body. To make it clear to this slave how much she had failed and wronged her Master he read her the long list on which he had marked down all of her recent transgressions, failures and disobediences. It finally let her understand how much she had tested her Master's resolve and patience and she also understood that she amply deserved every punishment he would deem appropriate. At midday this slave sent her PA away. Then she got on her hands and knees and crawled over to properly greet her Master by kissing his hands and shoes. He made her either strip on the spot in her office or he first took her to the disciplinarian room next to her office meant to be used on her staff to maintain efficiency and productivity. Then this slave took the position her Master wanted her to take and he punished her with twelve strokes with the riding crop on her cunt lips and hooded lady or fifteen strokes with her Master's belt. Her Master then honored her by fucking her hard right afterwards. Of course this slave was not allowed to come from being taken by her Master because this was a punishment. The first day this slave could not control herself and came without permission. So, her Master decided to prolong the first stage of her punishment for another week. And Tina, do not look so shocked, Yes, this slave has never used words like cunt and hooded lady before it was not part of her active vocabulary, but her Master decided that as part of her punishment using those slang words would help remind her of her position in the household and her role in her relationship with her Master. It is an integral part of her punishment and her training to become a better slave and submissive. Robert: Using those slang words might embarrass her a bit and I know that it's not common in our circle, but it also does not harm her. And now my pet, tell them about the second stage of your punishment and the new regime you have to follow and how long those new rules will stay in effect. And be specific. Anna: Yes, Master. When the two weeks of stage one had ended Her Master told her that it was time for stage two. He told her that from now on she would have to live by new rules, meant to reinforce her position as her Master's pet and slave. One of those new rules decrees that this slave is no longer allowed to walk on her legs like a normal human being on her Master's property, except when her duties necessitate it she has to stay on all fours. She also lost the privilege to wear clothes in the house except during the time of her menstruation to make sure that her menses blood would not soil the floor or carpets. Anna also no longer has permission to use chairs or the couch without her Master's explicit permission. Slave Anna is no longer allowed to refer to herself in the first person. She may refer to herself as this slave, your slave when addressing her Master, or she may use her name, but she no longer is allowed to use words like "I, me, my, mine, myself." This new language protocol together with the use of slang words serves to remind her of her status as a slave as does the crawling and the fact that she is not allowed to look her Master in the eyes. Her gaze is not allowed to venture higher than her Master's waistline. Violations of the language protocol are punished by being gagged for at least two hours, having to spend the night locked in her cage and it also prolongs stage two of her punishment a whole day every time. Dominant guest: Calm down, pet. I know you have a question and I'm sure that Anna can easily answer it for you. But stop rubbing yourself against my legs. I'm not a scratching post that serves to sharpen your claws. Submissive guest: Thank you for reminding me, Master. How do you do it, Anna? It must be extremely hard to talk about yourself this way all the time. I know, I couldn't do it. Robert: You just heard it. Anna is very invested in respecting her new rules religiously. Every transgression prolongs her punishment for a day, In other words if she violates the language protocol five times a day her punishment automatically gets five days longer. I initially had decreed that stage two should last for twelve weeks. Tonight marks the one month anniversary, but instead of only eight weeks we still have eleven weeks and three days to go. We had some problems with her self-control and self discipline in the beginning. And do not forget that Anna is not forced to crawl all the time. She has her work as a counter balance to her life as my slave. At the office she is more or less the highest authority, except for the board of directors who only rarely interfere with her work as CFO. At the office she can use the otherwise forbidden words whenever she likes. She can walk upright and wear the clothes appropriate to her position. And now, baby-girl, tell your friends and their Dominants about your routine when you come home in the afternoon, and tell them about your corner time. Anna: Thank you Master for reminding your slave and getting her back to the task at hand. After work this slave drives directly home and puts her car in the garage, exceptwhen she has order from her Master to stop at the dry cleaners or the grocery store first. This slave undresses at the door before even putting a foot inside. She gets down on all fours and puts her folded clothes on the chair to the right of the door, then she crawls inside and puts on the adornments and disciplinarian items her Master has prepared for her to the left of the door. Sometimes only her wrist and ankle cuffs are waiting for her. Sometimes, like today, there are the two sets of cuffs a collar and the nipple clamps with the bells, occasionally there is also a butt plug and once this slave even found a vibrator with instructions on how to use it. Having put on her adornments this slave crawls over to the play room where she kneels in the corner designated for corner time with her ankles crossed and her hands clasped behind her back, looks at the picture of her Master wielding a whip he has taped against the wall; then she recites her mantra ten times,... Submissive guest: May I be so bold as to ask what the mantra is about? Robert: Yes, you may. My disobedient little wife is very proud of the mantra she has written at my orders though I doubt that she counted on having to repeat it as regularly and as often as she does. Tell your friend, my pet. Anna: Yes, Master, with pleasure, Master. The mantra is fairly short but in this slave's opinion it emphasizes the most important point quite well. It says: He is Master / I am His. He owns my heart. He holds my soul. He supports my spirit. He commands my body. He is my all. / He is my Lord. Master had his slave print it out and glued it under the picture in the corner. This way it is always before her eyes. Before this slave starts to recite the mantra she has to make sure that she not only says the words but that she also feels their truth with every breath she takes. Depending on the day she had at work feeling the truth of those words is either very easy or it becomes very hard. Sometimes it takes her a few minutes of silent contemplation, but there also have been days when the truth of the message did absolutely not reveal itself to her. On those days Anna has to wait for her Master to come home and take her in his strong arms. Feeling her Master's arms holding her then is all the reassurance this slave needs to get into the right frame of mind. Submissive guest: Please excuse my curiosity, Anna, but how can you stand to be treated that way? My Mistress also makes me crawl a lot to remind me that at home I'm not the one in charge, but hearing you talk about yourself as if you were nothing but a thing, essentially worthless. I couldn't do it, how can you? Robert: You are greatly mistaken, Hannah. If your Mistress would order you to talk a certain way as part of a punishment or just because she wants you to I have no doubt that you would do your best to obey her and you are wrong: Calling Anna a slave does not mean that she is worthless. It's the contrary. Yes it emphasizes that she is my possession, a cherished possession I will always defend to the best of my abilities. I will not allow anyone to call her names or mistreat her, not even herself. Anna: This slave's Master is right, Hannah. The crawling and the new language protocol are not the hardest measure that has befallen this slave. She has already mentioned it in passing. The hardest thing for this slave is that she is no longer allowed to look her Master in the eyes. She has been forbidden to raise her gaze higher than her Master's waistline without explicit permission. And so she misses out on a lot of opportunities to drown in his deep, dark orbs. Dominant guest: What happens if you break the rule and still look at him? Anna: The punishment for looking at her Master without permission is to spend one hour kneeling in a corner with a blindfold on and being whipped with a disciplinarian implement not less than six but not more than 12 times during that hour. It also prolongs stage two of this slave's punishment for a day like transgressions of the language protocol, Sir Charles. And Sir, thank you for asking. Dominant guest: I suppose this increase in behavioral discipline goes hand in hand with an increase in corporal discipline. Anna: Yes, Master Charles, you are of course correct. Master Robert decided that two maintenance sessions a week might be enough under normal rules this punishment regime, however, would necessitate to add a cunt and a tit whipping to his slave's weekly maintenance discipline, two other days of the week are dedicated to anal discipline when this slave is either given an enema or has to give herself one, depending on her Master's mood. Every day of the week another disciplinarian task is performed. In other words: Monday is enema day. Tuesday, maintenance discipline, Wednesday at midday in this slave's office is the time for her cunt whipping, Thursday is the second enema day, Friday the second maintenance session which usually consists of a sound caning of this slave's ass cheeks, Saturday focuses on corset training and Sunday is tit whipping time. Dominant guest: That sounds as if it needed a lot of consistency and stringent planning. Robert: Yes, my friend, you are right, but you know how our beloved girls are. One has to be consistent or they get too full of themselves. They need a strong Master or Mistress at home who shows them every day that at home their needs come long after their Dominants demands and wishes. Preserving their level of submission or deepening it is sometimes really hard work. And now, I propose we retire to the porch for a smoke and a drink and leave our girls to play among themselves. They can have a cuddle pile while we decide if we want to call it a night or have some more fun in the playroom. Dominant guest: Sounds like a good idea, Robert. But I didn't think that your pet has enough pull in your household to ban you from smoking in the house. Robert: She has not, Charles. We both know that I like to smoke the occasional cigar, but I can't stand the smell of stale smoke in my house. It's disgusting and the weather is warm enough to have our drink outside. Dominant guest: The porch it is. What do you think Robert? Should we make one of them come with us or can we serve ourselves for once? Robert: I think we can manage for a drink or two. And you, our dear hearts, do not forget that though you are allowed to play and have fun it will not be to completion. Did I make myself clear? Submissive guests: Yes, Master Robert, thank you for giving us the chance to touch and talk. Robert: Very well, Dears, you sound as if you have rehearsed that little chorus. Call us should you get bored. Oh, and Anna, my pet, the language protocol is rescinded for the rest of your talk with your sister submissives. Anna: Thank you, Master, you are very generous, Master Your slave is deep in your debt. Robert: Yes, baby girl, but I'm sure that you will earn your way back into my good graces soon enough. I know I ask a lot of you, but whenever you think that you can't stand it any more, remember that there is always your safe word to fall back on and never forget that I love you, even when you are naughty. Anna: Thank you, Master. -*-*-*- Author's note: If you want to know what happened in the cuddle pile and later when dominants and submissives were in Master Robert an Anna's play room to have some fun with each other; you'll have to rely on your own imagination. -*-*-*- THE END FOR NOW Anna's New Regimen Ch. 02 Or Life is not all sunshine and roses (Sequel of sorts to "Anna's new Regimen") Author's cautionary disclaimer: This story is pure fiction. Please do not try to do it at home in any way, shape or form; except this is really what you want. Aside from that enjoy reading: -*-*-*- Prologue: Author's Note: What you are about to read is also about Master Robert and his slave/wife/submissive Anna. I know there's quite a glaring difference between slaves and submissives, but let us not bicker about definitions. A few months after the events depicted in "Anna's new Regimen", Robert and Anna had long returned to their normal routine. After having talked with their friends Anna's punishment had only to be prolonged for three more days for two transgressions against the visual discipline and one breach of the language protocol. Instead of the initially planned twelve weeks her punishment had lasted for almost sixteen. It was a Monday morning and Anna was dressed for work and ready to leave when her Master ordered her to strip and get on the bed. Anna made the universal sign of requesting a time-out and answered: -*-*-*- Anna: NO! I have to go to work and no time to indulge your childish whims or follow your selfish orders, Robert! I can't just show up whenever I want. Robert: NO? Did you really just say no to me? You're mine, my slave. You do not have the right to say no. Just saying it is grounds for one week of corporal punishment and six weeks of your stage II punishment regimen and of course you will call in sick at work immediately. Anna: I will do no such thing, Robert. There are a few things in my life where you have no say and when I go to work is one of them as you explicitly put in the second paragraph of our contract, right under the one where I declare my submission to your orders and your will in all areas of our private life. If you want to satisfy the needs of your cock, use your hands if you still know how and leave me out of it. It's none of my business. I have better things to do than to satisfy the wishes of a head that has not even a single brain cell. Robert: Don't you dare walk out on me, young lady. You gave up the right to say 'no' when you agreed to become my slave. You do not say 'no' to your Master or you will really learn what it means to be a slave and to be treated as such. Anna: So, your true colors finally show. You do not get immediately what you want and use force to fulfill your imagined needs. You twist my arm and are ready to rip off my clothes. Would you abase yourself so deeply as to rape your own wife because she does not have the time to give you what you want when you want it? What is so hard to understand about the word 'no'? Two simple letters, everyone should be able to understand what they mean. But I guess it's true what the hardcore feminists say about men: The moment they start to listen to the lisping voice of the snake between their legs, they once again turn into dumb uncivilized Neanderthals, into grunting cave dwellers. I believed that you were different, Robert, but it seems that I was wrong. You are not better or different from any other stupid, dick-driven male. And now let go of me. I have better things to do than to spread my legs for you. Fuck off, dickhead!! Or do I have to remind you of the time-out rule that allows me to refuse an order after I have requested a time-out and explained my reasons? It was your idea to put it into our contract and though I never used it before does not mean that it no longer is valid. Robert: Go, and do not come back or contact me in any way until I summon you, Mrs. Masterton. Anna: Why should I want to come back to you, you egotistical bastard? -*-*-*- Anna's seething anger at her husband's demands had abated considerably by the time she arrived at the office. If it had been up to her she would have retired to her office to analyze her heated altercation with her Master. But when she came in four of her people already clamored for her attention wanting her approval or permission. She signed off on two of their projects but had to send the two others back to their desks to rework their numbers. When she finally made it to her own desk she still didn't get the chance to sit back and think. Her Personal Assistant told her that the board of directors wanted to talk to her in the small conference room as soon as they had finished the overseas conference call in which they were engaged at the moment. That, in itself, was nothing unusual. The members of the board often wanted to talk to her right after she had sent in her quarterly financial report as she had done last Thursday. Talking to them was just not what she wanted to do at the moment, but she did not have the luxury to refuse the people who signed her paycheck. This quarter had exceeded the projections and the projections for the next two quarters also looked promising. They kept her for much longer than would have strictly been necessary because they promoted her from Chief Financial Officer to Vice president of Finances with her own seat on the board which meant more responsibility and of course more money. Anna tried to be as thrilled at the news as she should have been and as her people obviously were as soon as they heard. One of the board member Assistants obviously had ordered refreshments for her people and so they had a short, improvised party with finger food and champagne. But Anna's heart was not in it, her mind kept going back to her heated discussion with her husband and Master in the morning. Every word they both had said seemed to have been indelibly burned into her memory. Her right arm hurt where her Master had grabbed her earlier and she was sure that she would get a big bruise in the shape of his hand at the latest the next day. But that was not what worried her. Anna was still convinced that it had been her right to refuse his demand for sex. She was no longer sure that she had done it in the right way. She called up their Master/slave contract stored in the protected files section of her computer and reread it attentively. The more she read the less she thought that her reaction had been justified. The "Time-out paragraph" of their contract made it clear that any refusal on her part had not only to be justified by giving a good reason it also had to be brought forth showing her Master the proper respect. Calling him names was certainly not a sign of respect. Words like "childish, a slave to his penis, Neanderthal, dickhead and bastard" were not usually in her vocabulary and she would not have used them if her rational mind had not been suddenly washed away by anger at his untimely demand. But it had been more than that; the moment she had said 'No', something inside of her had snapped as if a machine had been set in motion she could no longer control. Also, her tone had been completely unpardonable. The day passed without her doing much work. But she wrote an email to her Master and apologized for all of her words except for the first. She copied the "Time-out paragraph" of their contract into her mail and begged to be punished for her verbal transgressions. She sent the mail and from then on checked for a reply every fifteen minutes. At 18h30 Anna sent her PA home and found herself alone in the office. She ordered a Caesar's salad but barely touched it when it had arrived. She wanted to go home and personally beg for her Master's forgiveness but she remembered his angry command not to come back until he summoned her. She also remembered that he had ordered her not to contact him. But that was done and she did not regret having put her apologies in writing. She then worked 'til close to eleven o'clock, making up for the time she had lost to her musings and self recriminations and to the party during the day. She tried to sleep on the couch in her office after having sent a modified version of her first email just to make sure, tried being the operative word. She only fell asleep when she gave up on sleeping on the couch and curled up on the floor but woke up again at five in the morning. Anna made herself some coffee and went two floors down to the empty gym where she ran an hour on the cross trainer and then made a quick circuit of the other machines. A few minutes before seven she was at her desk and started to work. But she flinched every time when the program announced the arrival of a new email, but it was not from her Master. At midday she sent him another mail and once again begged for forgiveness. Almost the whole week passed without any sign from her Master though she sent two emails every day reiterating her need for forgiveness and begging for punishment for her verbal transgressions Thursday around Midday, she had just sent off her email to her Master Anna's PA announced a visitor who demanded to speak to her privately. It was Megan with a letter from Anna's Master. It said: Anna, You are to present yourself at your and your Master's home this evening at 19h00 sharp. You will undress in your car and kneel naked on the doormat of the front entrance. You will put your hands in your neck, make sure that your elbows are in a line with your shoulders and cross your feet at your ankles. Then you will wait until your Master sees fit to fetch you inside to give you the chance to personally and publicly apologize for your disobediences and other transgressions and declare your complete submission to your Master's decisions and to your punishment. I already arranged with your fellow members of the board and the Head of Human resources to give you tomorrow, Monday and Tuesday off. We will need the time for your punishment and to start your re-training as your Master's cherished pet and slave. Until then, Anna I will see you tonight, Your disappointed Master and husband, Robert. After she had read the missive twice Anna asked her friend "Megs, do you know what Master Robert has planned? Except for making me apologize in front of most if not all of our close friends?" "No, Anna, I don't. I only know that Master Robert and Master Charles have spent a lot of time together talking those last few days. They did not allow me to stay and listen to them. I'll see you tonight. My Master is waiting downstairs to make sure that I just bring the message and do not give you any ideas on how to circumvent your Master's orders," Megan answered. "Why should I want to do that? I deserve to be punished." "Good luck my friend." "Thank you, Megan." -*-*-*- That night, at five minutes to seven Anna put her car in its space in the garage and quickly undressed. There were a few familiar cars in the driveway, and she hoped that her Master would not let her wait at the door for too long. She knew how hard and rough the fabric of the door mat was and that kneeling there for more than just a few minutes would hurt her knees, but she didn't have a choice. It was her Master's will and she had to obey. She knelt down and waited. Inside of the house the grandfather clock in a corner of the corridor chimed seven o'clock, but Robert gave no sign that he had heard it and continued to offer drinks to his guests. Half an hour later Hannah approached him to remind him of the time and his poor, neglected wife waiting outside but she did not get further than "Master Robert, may I..." "No, Hannah, you may not. I know you feel for your friend but she does not deserve your worry. I ask nothing of her she can not do and she has amply earned the punishment she has coming. To wait for another ten or fifteen minutes more will not harm her." That said he turned his attention back to his conversation with Master Charles and Megan who was on her knees on the floor and looking up to both Masters. Fourteen minutes after having rebuffed Hannah. He asked his friends to go to the play room where seats had been prepared for them and that he and his naughty girl would join them shortly. He opened the door and looked down on his naked and kneeling wife. Her arms were shaking with the effort of having to hold them up behind her neck for so long. He ordered her to come in and interpreting the tone of his voice; she didn't even try to get up but followed him crawling to the play room. Before they entered the playroom he told her to kneel on the spot marked for her on the floor, spread her legs as wide as she could and tell the witnesses of her shame about her transgressions. "And Anna, I don't expect you to follow the language protocol. I admit that it would be fairly difficult and awkward to talk about your transgressions in the third person, but I want you to keep visual discipline." Anna wanted nothing more than to look into her Master's eyes to read from their expression how angry he really still was at her but she knew it was not allowed and would only earn her an additional punishment. So, she only whispered, "Yes, Master, thank you, Master." And crawled into the playroom. She knelt on the spot marked by a white x, looked around without raising her gaze from the floor. Anna: "Thank you all for coming and having the generosity to listen to the tale of the sins and transgressions I recently committed against my Lord and Master. On Monday morning I was about to leave for wor., My Master ordered me to strip because he intended to take me vaginally and anally. According to one of the paragraphs in our contract I made the sign for a "Time-out" to allow us to talk as equals. "Ignoring that, Master Robert reminded me angrily that I had lost the right to say no when I signed our slave contract, and then I lost my temper, I used disrespectful, disparaging words and I called My Master names. He repeated that I did not have the right to refuse him and that I soon would learn what it really meant to be a slave. I persisted in insulting my Master and he sent me off to work and ordered me not to contact him until he summoned me. I know that I failed my Master and myself by my behavior and humbly accept to be punished for disrespect using insults and curse words." Robert: "Is there anything else for which you need to be punished?" Anna: "Yes, Master. Despite your order not to contact you I wrote an email with my sincere apologies and the humble request to be punished. Please add that to the list of my transgressions." Robert: "So, you wrote one email? Then who sent the other six emails from your computer and signed them with your name? Emails that not only countermanded my order not to contact me but also insisted on reiterating my failure to respect the time-out paragraph." Anna: "I did, Master. I felt so bad for what had happened between us and for having lost my temper. Those emails were my attempt to try and make up for it." Robert: "Why did you lose your temper and got that angry that fast? Anna: "I don't know, Master." Robert: "You can do better than that, pet. I demand honesty." Anna gave the impression to squirm on her knees though she did not move a muscle. She took a deep breath and then asked, "Master, may I please look at you while I try to give an honest answer to that?" Robert: "Yes, Anna, you may; but I don't want any excuses or whitewashing I want the truth, the bare and honest truth. Anna: "Thank you, Master, You are very kind to your undeserving pet." Anna made visual contact with her Master. He had taken a seat on a barstool to her left. So, she had to turn her head as far as she could to be able to see the expression on his face that unfortunately for once did not give anything away. Anna: "You all may remember the evening a few months ago when I told you about the changes in our routine that had become necessary after I had misbehaved numerous times. Though basically designed as punishment this new regimen was also a very potent trainings tool that served to deepen my submission to my Master. "When my punishment was served we returned to our previous, our normal way of life. It may sound strange but once again getting used to this was almost as hard as getting used to the punishment regimen had been. At the end of the four months, crawling and even talking about me in the third person felt natural to me as natural as giving orders in my office does. More than before my life at home and at work became two completely different entities, demanding mutually exclusive mind sets. I think that my strong reaction and my anger came from the fact that though I was still at home I had already switched to my work place mind set which of course does not make my words in any way excusable. Talking like that to one of my employees would also not have been acceptable or without consequences." Anna saw the half thoughtful, half skeptical expression on her Master's face and added, Anna: "There also might be another explanation. Master. When we returned to our normal behavior, I kept asking myself one question, over and over again: Obeying your Master was so easy, it felt so natural. Anna, are you even still able to say no to him, not because you feel that his demands and orders have crossed a boundary, but just for the sake of saying no and refusing? Those last four days: when I did not work or deeply regret my outburst, I tried to find an answer to that question: Am I still able to say no without using the demands of my work as an explanation or excuse or justification? I do not know. And after four days of sleeping badly because I had disappointed and angered and shamed my Master; I do not think that I really want to know the answer to that question. Master is this explanation satisfactory for you? Robert: "Yes, Anna, It explained a lot, though not all but we have all the time of the world to find the root of your strange outburst. Are you ready to hear my verdict and your sentence? And mind you what I have decided will be painful for you and hard and it will last for a long time. Anna: "I'm ready, Master." -*-*-*- Robert: "For having insulted your Master you will receive two strokes with a cane on your bare buttocks for every inappropriate or insulting letter. It were 112 letters. So, you will receive 224 strokes with the cane. For the next few days you will submit to one session under the cane in the morning and one session under the cane in the evening; each session will consist of twenty-three strokes. After every session you will spend twenty minutes sitting on a hard surface, holding the cane to build up your stamina and your endurance. On Wednesday you will return to work. Until then I will lace you in your training corset in the morning and give you chores to do while I am at work, and believe me there is enough to do. I gave the cleaning lady this and the next week off. In the evening I will inspect your work and punish you if necessary. I then also will give you your second caning of the day, sit you down and remove the corset. If you have been a good girl I may allow you to suck me hard and swallow my seed. You will spend the nights until Wednesday locked either in your usual cage or in the new cage that has been delivered just a few hours ago. It's as wide as your other cage but higher, but not long enough to stretch out. I suppose that sleeping in it will turn out to be quite a challenge, but I'm sure that you will persevere. So much for your insults. "For the first six of your seven counts of willful disobedience we will reinstate the stage II rules with a few modifications. You will serve three weeks for every count of disobedience. There will be a modified form of visual discipline. You may look in your Master's eyes whenever you want to and can do so without moving your head. If you move your head without permission, you will be relegated to a corner for an hour, blindfolded and receive between six and twelve strokes with an implement of my choice, and your punishment will be prolonged for two days; transgressions against the language code will also prolong the stage II regimen two more days. And of course the same goes should I have reason to punish you for anything else. The language code will also be modified. You will still talk about yourself in the third person, but you are no longer obliged to use slang terms, use the proper .terms Anna's New Regimen Ch. 02 "The weekly schedule, however, will stay the same: Monday - enema; Tuesday - Maintenance discipline with changing implements on changing target areas; Wednesday - pussy whipping at your office; Thursday - enema; Friday - maintenance discipline on the buttocks, either with a cane or a lexan paddle; Saturday - corset training; Sunday - breast whipping. "Oh, and one more thing, whenever you do not spend the night locked in one of your cages. You will position yourself between my legs every morning and wake me up by sucking my cock and swallowing my cum. "I will leave it to our friends to punish you for the last count of disobedience right now. Every dominant is free to do with you what they want for twenty-five minutes, provided they do not make you come and do nothing that would impede the rest of your punishment, When they are done I will gag you and put you on the St. Andrew's cross before saying good night to our guests and making you crawl into your new cage." Master Charles was the first to punish his friend's disobedient wife. And since he had been the one to whom Robert had recounted his woes and his anger; he was not in a lenient state of mind. He sent Megan to the living room, bound Anna and hit her pussy lips and her clitoris with a studded belt. Anna cried out and had tears burning in her eyes with the first stroke, but she knew that the soundproofing of the room was too good for anyone outside hearing her and that tears would not influence Master Charles in any way. But Charles did more than just beat her. He also lectured her extensively. He told her that in order to be a good slave to her Master she had to curb her pride as an independent, professional woman. When he had made Anna count thirty-six strokes he stopped and freed her and once again made her kneel on the floor in her earlier position though he still had a couple of minutes left, he used to continue his lecture. Contrary to other times Master Charles' lecturing did not stay without impact on her; it did not run off her like water down a roll of foil as they usually did. Deep down she knew that he had a point, though she was also extremely relieved that her Master did not share Master Charles' strict opinions as a rule. But Anna knew that her words had really hurt her Master as well as her emails, though they only had been meant to apologize for her actions. Next after Master Charles was Master Thomas. He made his wife Bettina kneel in the corner balancing a spiked paddle on her head and bound Anna to the rack, stretched her tight and beat her breasts with a riding crop. He focused on the upper and the lower part of the globes and only hit the nipples and aureoles with every sixth stroke. He lectured her as well on the dangers of forgetting her place in the household by enjoying the great freedoms she had at work too much. Though after Master Charles' lecture his words did not influence her further. After ten minutes and about fifty strokes to every breast he stopped, unbound Anna and ordered her to pay attention. Then he made Bettina bend over the spanking horse and started to systematically paddle her already red buttocks. The spikes left distinct marks on Bettina's already tender backside and Thomas made her count every second stroke and thank him for the discipline after every tenth stroke. And while he hit his wife, allowing her a few heartbeats between every stroke, He casually talked to Anna. "Do you know why I'm doing this, Anna? Paddle my girl though she already obviously has received a sound over the knees spanking before coming here? Can you tell me why?" "I can only think of one reason, Sir. To teach me and your wife a lesson." "Why would I want to teach you a lesson, Anna? Luckily you are not my responsibility." "No, Sir, I am not, but you might want to make it clear that my actions not only have consequences for me and my life but that they also reflect badly on my sister submissives, especially when my failings are as publicly discussed as they were tonight. It's my fault that Bettina is paddled now." "Yes and no, Anna. Yes it's your fault that I am paddling her now and not later at home. No, she would have been paddled or caned anyway. Thursday is her day of buttocks maintenance. We start with an over the knees spanking in the morning, another one in the afternoon and a session under the cane or paddle or whip before bed. It's all part of my program of building up her stamina and tolerance for pain." "Thirty, thank you, Master." Master Robert opened the door to tell them that the twenty-five minutes were up, but Thomas told him that he needed a few more minutes with his girl. Then he continued to pepper Bettina's backside with the spiked paddle. "Forty, thank you, Master." And a few minutes later. "Fifty, thank you, Master." Thomas handed Anna the paddle and told her to put it back where it belonged. Then he started to let his hands glide over Bettina's buttocks and flanks and dipped his fingers into the wetness pooling between her thighs. He told her that she was doing fine and that she was allowed to come for her Master. He took her from behind with three fingers thrusting in and almost out and made her come in less than three minutes. Bettina was still crying when he pulled her in a standing position and pushed her skirt back down. They left after he had ordered Anna to return to her spot on the floor. The last dominant to deal with Anna was Mistress Rebecca. She made Anna stand up and led her over to the St. Andrew's cross where she used the cuffs and her collar to restrain her. She added rope around her waist, knees and chest. Then she took a peacock feather from its place on the wall and started to tickle and tease Anna. Every time the feather brushed over her sore nipples and pussy lips she had to suppress a loud groan. Rebecca brought her expertly to the brink of an orgasm, but always stopped when Anna was convinced that with the next touch of the feather she would either come or burst into flames. She did neither. Rebecca knew very well what she was doing. After what felt to Anna much longer than twenty-five minutes Master Robert led the other Dominants and submissives back in the play room and put a ring gag with a tongue suppressor on his wife. The other dominants ordered their submissive wives to strip and kneel on the floor and close their eyes. Master Robert dropped two dozen triangle-shaped about five inches long metal bars in the corners of the play room or put them close to the walls, He went as far as to hide a few in one of their toy closets and between the cushions draped along one of the walls. The submissives were then ordered to go in search of the bars and bring them to their Masters; they also learned that they had to pick up the bars with their mouth and carry them one at a time; even if they should happen upon a whole stash. The girl who in the end would bring her Master or Mistress more bars then the others would win an orgasm, the others would get an over the knees spanking for losing the contest. Despite her purple and swollen buttocks Bettina won by a margin of two bars. Her Master decided to take her the old fashioned way, pulled her over to the bed and took her in the missionary position. Rebecca, Charles and Robert decided to enjoy the show. When they were done Thomas made Bettina clean his member of her juices and suck him hard again. While Rebecca and Charles positioned Hannah and Megan over their laps, Robert gave them lambskin gloves for the upcoming spanking and both set upon their task with vigor. It did not take Hannah and Megan's butt cheeks long to turn bright red under the flurry of smacks raining down on their upturned bottoms. Gagged and bound to the wall-mounted cross Anna could do nothing but watch and feel neglected. Hannah, Megan und Bettina all begged to be allowed to play another round or two, but their dominants told them that it was time to go home and to get dressed again. A few minutes later they all took their leave. Hannah, Megan and Bettina kissed Anna good night, Mistress Rebecca tickled her side, Master Charles played with her already slightly swollen pussy and Master Thomas squeezed her right nipple and breast. Her Master went with them to the door and made sure that they got safely in their vehicles. Suddenly feeling very tired Anna hoped that her Master would soon come and set her free, if only to make her clean up the living room and the kitchen. But Master Robert did not come. He made her wait. The gag in her mouth was a constant nuisance and irritation and made her drool, as gags are wont to do. -*-*-*- Finally Master Robert came and undid her restraints, but left the gag firmly in place. He made her go down on all fours and ordered her to follow him to the bedroom. He took a seat on the hardwood chair waiting there for impromptu spanking sessions and pulled her on his lap. His right leg held her legs down, One of his arms immobilized her waist and his other hand started to spank her with slow, hard swats. Anna had no doubt that it would not take much more than a dozen of those to turn her behind bright red. He stopped at twenty but gave no indication that he would let her up any time soon. Instead she heard him open a drawer of the vanity next to which the hardwood chair usually stood. That particular drawer she knew held a fifty centimeter long wooden ruler, an old ping pong bat, an old silver plated hairbrush that once had belonged to Robert's mother and had never been used on Anna's hair. The floral belle-époque ornaments of the back of the hairbrush had more than once left relatively painful imprints on her buttocks and she hoped that this night her Master would prefer the ruler or the bat, but though hope is said to be eternal, this night Anna hoped in vain. Her Master used the back of the oval hairbrush on her und she shuddered with every impact of the hard, heavy brush on her backside and still she was grateful that he only used the back of the brush and not the bristles. He stopped after five hard, resonating swats, but Anna knew from experience that he was just getting started. The imprints from the ornaments would fade in a few hours, the marks the tiny, hard bristles left on the skin, however, usually lasted for a few days easily. Master Robert was kind enough to rub her buttocks soothingly between spanks and while he rubbed her he said, "You are smart, Anna. Smack. You can surely imagine why I'm spanking you - smack - and why I'm using an implement - smack - smack - smack - that will assure that you will not need a warm-up for your caning tomorrow morning. "Smack - smack - smack. No, don't try to answer I know you can't because of the gag. There are two reasons for this spanking. Smack - smack - smack - smack - smack. Firstly to put you on an equal footing with your friends Hannah and Megan, like they you did not win the metal bars competition; so, you deserve to be spanked. Smack - smack - smack - smack - smack. "Secondly: I'm using the hairbrush and not just my hand to make up for the maintenance session you missed on Tuesday. I initially wanted to discipline your breasts, but it looks as if my good friend Thomas had the same idea. Smack - smack - smack - smack - smack. It's alright, baby-girl, just cry; there is no shame in tears not among us and when you're over my lap. It'll be over soon, my pet. Smack - smack - smack - smack - smack. Smack - smack - smack - smack - smack. Just a few more. Smack - smack - smack - smack - smack. Smack - smack - smack - smack - smack. Smack - smack - smack - smack - smack." Robert put the hairbrush on the vanity, stood up and pulled Anna in his arms, being held this way, just with one arm while his other hand removed the gag made her feel safe and forgiven even though she knew that they were still far from that and that to everyone looking at them compared to her tall Master she appeared like a child or a porcelain doll. Anna was still crying but he held her in a way that allowed him to lick her tears away. She put her head against his chest as best as she could and whispered, "I love you, Master, and I missed you so much those last four days. I'm sorry for what I said and though I probably will not think so tomorrow after my second caning two strokes for every letter is fair. I should never have lost control that way. You deserve better." "And I should not have ignored the Time-out signal, my pet. You were at least partially right though you definitively chose the wrong words to say it. For a moment I lost control and I really could have hurt you; or did you really think that I would not see the bruises on your arm you tried to hide under a few layers of make-up or know immediately where you got them. I was just a hair's breadth away from turning from your Master into an abusive husband!" Anna squirmed in her Master's arms; his words had spooked her because she knew them not to be true. She longed to get down on her knees and kiss his hands and feet and once again beg for his forgiveness, but Robert held her too closely to his chest. "Oh, Master please do not do this to yourself.. You are not to blame for my loss of control. I am. And I know that you would never have harmed me. Our love runs deep, deeper than anger. And the moment I reminded you of the Time-out paragraph you almost literally deflated, I could still feel your anger but in that moment I was too angry myself to see that you had every right to be. Yes, I had the right to say no, but I should not have done it. At the time I thought it would be a normal day at the office and no one would have cared if I had come in an hour or a half later than usual. I had no idea that the board of directors would want to talk to me or that they would give me a promotion by creating a position this firm has never had before. I used my work as a pretext to prove to myself that I could say 'no' to my Master. I know that you would never become abusive towards me. It's not in your nature. You are not a bully, Master. You only wanted what is your right and I refused you for selfish reasons. I love feeling you inside of me, Master, and I would have loved it this morning. I deserve the sessions under the cane and the punishment for disobedience. The time of my new stage II regimen will pass and who knows, maybe you will decide that we should make it a permanent arrangement for your slave to make it easier for her to be the obedient girl you want and need." "I need more than your obedience, Anna, I also need your fire and your passion. And, Anna your stage II regimen starts on Wednesday; let's get through that first and should you then want to continue this way, we'll discuss it from equal to equal, not between Master and slave. In a Time-out. I owe you at least that much. I freely admit that I was very angry at you, and thinking about it now three weeks for every act of disobedience still seems fair to me. Charles wanted you to serve six weeks for each email. In his eyes they constituted a more serious transgression than your outburst of temper. I hope you will be a good pet and do not force me to prolong your punishment much by disobeying again. "And now, pet, I have something to do for you, before you get the chance to inaugurate your new cage. I want you to restore the living room and the kitchen to order, clean all the implements that were used in the play room and then come back here. I'll have you give me a blowjob and then I'll put you in your new cage." "Yes, Master, thank you for allowing me to serve you." -*-*-*- The next morning Master Robert freed his wife from the small cage, helped her to stretch to get the kinks out and ordered her to prepare breakfast. After that he made her bend over and gave her the first set of twenty-three strokes with the cane on her buttocks. She took it well but they both knew that over the next few days the effects would accumulate. He told her that she would be his good girl again soon and made her sit on the hardwood chair, holding the cane for twenty minutes just as he had said he would. Robert then laced Anna in her training corset, told her what to do in the house and left for work. Anna started to do her chores by cleaning the Master bathroom first, then the ensuite in the playroom, followed by the half bath for guests and the guest toilet. When she was done it was midday and despite the fact that it was not really warm in the house, her body was covered with sweat. She was tempted to remove the corset, since with it she could not take a shower, but she didn't succumb to the temptation and cleaned herself up the old way with a wash cloth. She did not want to start her punishment with an act of disobedience. Then she called Bettina at work to apologize for having been the reason that her Master had punished her so harshly the night before. Bettina only laughed. "You did not really listen to what my Master told you yesterday, Anna or you would know. What happened yesterday in your play room was a rare treat for me. Master Thomas usually does not stop at fifty strokes and usually he also does not make me come after a maintenance session. And I normally also do not get to have a second orgasm as I did after winning this game more by chance then by skill. You may not have seen it, but my Master only used the studded side of the paddle with every sixth stroke as he did with your nipples. You know ever since that Victorian Dinner in Megan's house my darling Master has undertaken the gargantuan task of training me and turning me into a better submissive. In the beginning I could not even take twenty strokes with a cane or a severe paddle without embarrassing myself and my Master. He has slowly and patiently built up my tolerance for pain and my endurance. Aside from a day of buttocks maintenance we have a day of thigh and pussy maintenance and a day of breast maintenance." "Tina, my skeptical friend, that sounds suspiciously like my punishment regimen. ´When did you decide to become your Master's slave instead of just his submissive wife? And at that dinner you just mentioned you even doubted the wisdom of that, or do I remember wrong?" "It's not punishment, Anna, it's training. Punishment means crawling, no clothes in the house, having to sleep in the dog house in the garden, literally, sessions on the wooden pony, capsaicin cream on the buttocks or the pussy lips, figging, writing lines, no telephone, internet or email for a day or more and other things that are not a spanking or whipping or flogging. You can be sure that I always do my best not to disobey or make stupid mistakes." "Your Master is very inventive, Tina. And he also seems to be very consistent and strict. When did you turn into such a perfect slave from doubting the wisdom of submitting to a man." "Master Thomas is not just any man, Anna. He is my Master. I was not a wallflower when I met him. I thought that I knew what I wanted and needed from a man, but then he came and taught me that I had no idea what I really needed in a man. He was so courteous and quiet and insistent. The first night. He left me at my door, kissing the back of my hand without his lips actually touching my skin. I had read about that but it had never really happened to me. Half an hour later I was already in bed he called me and got me to masturbate for him over the phone and he said that he also did for me. But you already know that. When Master Thomas touches me, even in a way that brings me pain, it's always as if something inside of me would come home and settle in its rightful place. No one else makes me feel as he does, not Master Charles and not Master Robert. Obedience only makes sense when he demands it. Though my mother would probably either make an appointment with a shrink or have me sent to an institution of mental health if she would ever find out what her proud, independent daughter willingly does for her husband and allows him to do to her. Anna's New Regimen Ch. 02 She almost had a heart attack when Master Thomas ordered for me the last time we went to dinner and decided that instead of a glass of red wine I would have bitter lemon with my steak. I had not told him but he still knew that my stomach had been giving me problems that day and that the bitter lemon would settle it. You know, she's a staunch feminist and convinced that men and women are equal especially in a relationship and in the bedroom, She would never allow anyone to tie her up in the dog house for the night." "Then she also does probably not know what we get in return for putting our Master's needs above our own. Ordinary men are not as used to keep an eye on their wives and most of the time they also are not as attentive as our Masters or as sensitive; even though they pride themselves in being unconcerned with us and our needs and problems. Though the contrary is true. They would not admit to it but we know better." "You're right, Anna, but now I have to go and get something to eat, my Master does not like it when I skip meals." "Bye, Tina, we'll talk again soon." "Bye, Anna." Anna put the receiver down and went to the laundry room to start with the second part of this days' chores: ironing of her blouses and half a mountain of table cloth she had neglected to touch the last few months. About an hour later, the telephone rang. It was Megan who wanted to know if she was alright. "I'm fine, Megs. What about you? you sound a bit out of breath." "When Master Charles returned from the play room I was sitting on the couch. On the way home he said that seeing me on the couch he had had to look twice because at the first glance he thought that he saw a wet dishrag of the same color as his prim and proper wife's dress. He decided that my posture needs correction. At home he made me strip and then laced me in a formal corset and put me in the posture cupboard for the night with my hands bound behind my back and my forehead held to the wall with a leather strip and weights hanging from my ankles. The first night I had to spend that way, more than three years ago I didn't get any rest at all, now, it no longer keeps me from sleeping. This morning he re-laced the corset to make sure that it fits tight. And added a posture collar that makes turning my head very hard though it's not impossible; then he lodged a medium sized butt plug in my anus, connected my ankle cuffs with a six-inch hobble chain and used the wrist cuffs in the same way. He pulled a dress over the ensemble and sent me over to my office. You know I mostly work from home. Master Charles then told me that my slouching has earned me 48 hours of posture training." "I'm sorry, Megs." "It's not your fault, Annie. It's mine. I did not sit straight though I knew that this was what my Master expected of me. It's alright, my friend I end up like this at least once a month and sometimes for longer than two days. Master Charles has very clear ideas about how he expects me to move or sit or stand. It's part of my on-going training. And one day, maybe in a couple of decades I will no longer give my Master a reason for intensified training." "You are too hard on yourself, Megs." "No, I'm not, I know what Charles expects of me; it's not that hard or unreasonable; and I still don't do it just because. It's not even that I try to get away with it. I usually just come out and confess my transgressions to him. - And while we are talking about too hard don't you think that four and a half months of your stage II regimen is a bit hard for sending a few emails Robert could just as well have ignored?" "Is this a serious question, Megs?" "Yes, Annie. Some people would say that your stage II regimen is equivalent with months of degradation and torture. Making someone crawl occasionally is one thing, but all the time is quite another, and then that third person nonsense." "That sounds convincing. I'm almost inclined to give your arguments credence if I would not know better. It's not my place to decide if a punishment my Master wants to administer is appropriate or not. That's his prerogative as long as it does not interfere with the principles laid down in our contract and the same goes for everything else he wants to do with me or to me. And the stage II punishment is well within the boundaries of the contract. Or as my Master likes to say when he has to discipline me: Life is not all sunshine and roses. "It's not for me to even think of possible alternative punishments. It's Master Robert's decision and his alone. And if one considers crawling and speaking of oneself in the third person degrading is mainly dependent on the reaction of the world who witnesses such behavior. My Master does not treat me with less consideration because of it. If not for the practical problems it brings I could even forget that it's in any way special. As I said yesterday, obeying my Master most of the time seems natural to me." "Now, you're exaggerating, Annie. And I have to get back to my desk and work." "Until then, Megs. I have an ironing board waiting." They ended the call and Anna returned to the laundry room. By the time it became dark outside she had finished what her Master had ordered her to iron. And she went over to the kitchen to cook a simple dinner consisting of rice, salad and beef. She set the table and then knelt on the oriental rug in the hall to wait for her Master's return. -*-*-*- Robert returned home threw his briefcase in the corner and pulled his wife in his arms. He gave her a long passionate kiss and carried her over to the play room as if she would not weigh more than a doll. He put her in the corner and told her that it was time to recite her Mantra, but that he wanted her to change the words from the third person into the second person as if she would be addressing him directly. "So, you want me to change the mantra into a prayer to my Lord, Master?" "Yes, Anna, and I want you to write it down on this pad twice on different sheats of paper. The first one goes up on the wall, the second one will serve you as a model for your writing exercise. Between now and Wednesday morning you will copy your prayer/mantra 54 times and you will do it in your best penmanship. Is that clear?" "Yes, Master, thank you for not making me write it all down tonight. If I write it down seventeen times every day, including today I can be done by Monday morning." "Yes, Anna, now write and let me hear your prayer and when you're done saying it ten times you start to write your lines while I check on your work." "Yes, Master, thank you , Master. You are Master. / I am Yours. You own my heart, You hold my soul. You support my spirit. You command my body. You are my all. / You are my Lord. "Close your eyes and start again, Anna. I need to hear a bit more conviction in your voice. I don't want it to sound as if you're reading from a phone register." "Yes, Master, thank you for giving me another chance. You are Master. / I am Yours. You own my heart, You hold my soul. You support my spirit. You command my body. You are my all. / You are my Lord. I love you, My Lord. "That's better, baby-girl. Now, nine more times." With every repetition the image of her Master became clearer behind her closed eyes. And she knew why her Master had ordered her to change the words of her mantra. Even with her Master's picture right in front of her, the third person chant allowed her to slip into abstracts; that no longer was possible with the direct and concrete 'You'. Over the next few months it would firmly implant the idea of Master Robert as her only and true Lord in her mind. Having to copy it 54 times would only hasten and strengthen the process. In her mind he would grow beyond Human limitations. He would possibly become infallible and his orders unquestionable: Her true Lord and God and Master of her destiny. It was a form of mind control and brain washing at its most simple and elegant. Anna was aware that she was exaggerating, but she also was aware that there was a real possibility for that to be the end result despite her ability to rationalize and analyze what was happening with her. Before Anna was aware that she was done with her prayer/mantra, her Master pulled her back on her feet and led her by the elbow over to the bedroom. Where he made her sit on the hardwood chair that stood in front of the vanity and ordered her to start writing. Anna obeyed without question or hesitation. She heard her Master leave and knew that he now would check on her work, probably starting with the Master bathroom. She had a hard time to focus on the words she was writing; as easy as it had been to concentrate on the message of her prayer/mantra when she had been saying those words, now that she was writing them down, she started to see them differently. They no longer sounded like the deep truth about herself and her Master as she had seen them for months. Suddenly they sounded more like the delusional ramblings of someone who had abdicated their responsibilities for real life in favor of hiding behind a man, as women more or less voluntarily have done for millennia. Anna vividly shook her head to get rid of those tempting but misguided thoughts. No, she had not abdicated her responsibilities, far from it. She had an important and responsible job in the real world and she enjoyed the responsibilities as well as the privileges as newly minted member of the board and Vice President for Finances. Anna thrived under pressure. She just allowed herself the freedom to let go of that pressure in her private life by letting her husband and Master make all the decisions. She was so startled when she suddenly felt her Master's hands on her shoulders that she dropped the pen which dropped to floor after rolling over the surface of the vanity desk. "Tell me what's wrong, Anna. You just were about a thousand miles away in your head. And not in a good place." She turned her head, looked up to him and said softly, "I'm fine, Master." "No, you're not, my pet. You were beating yourself up over something, probably over some ill-conceived notion that your willing slavery in your private life somehow betrays all of womankind, especially those who still have to fight for their basic human rights." Robert pulled his wife up and in his arms and Anna willingly snuggled against his broad chest, "You know me too well, Master, yes my thoughts have been running along those lines, but I know that they have not much substance to them. I do not much care what a long time reader of a women's lib magazine thinks about us or me. I don't know where those thoughts came from." "I think I do. Your chores today kept your body busy but they did not much to occupy your mind. I have to find things for you to do that will keep at least a part of your mind busy as well. And besides, beating you up is my prerogative. No one but me is allowed to do that, even figuratively, but I will let it go for today." "Thank you, Master." "It's alright, Anna and now I'm hungry. I'll go to the living room and wait for you to finish dinner. Come and get me when it's ready. And after dinner, we can play a couple of games of chess. Winning against me is not really a challenge for you, my pet. I know that, but I know you enjoy it. And after that you can check your private emails and read a few blogs, but not for longer than an hour and I want you to keep the time in mind while you're surfing. I don't want to have to remind you of your session under the cane." "Yes, Sir, I will keep an eye on the built-in chronometer of the computer." "Do I eventually detect some sassiness in your voice, Anna?" "No, Master, I wouldn't. The last thing I want is to do something that would bring you to have to punish me even more." -*-*-*- Anna shut down her computer after 57 minutes of checking her mail and the blogs of two of their friends. She walked over to the living room, knelt in front of her Master and waited for him to acknowledge her presence. After five minutes, he finally did, but did not say anything. He just motioned for her to follow him. In the play room she saw that her Master had pulled the spanking horse from its usual place in one of the corners to the middle of the room. He had fastened it to rings embedded in the floor to make sure that it would not budge during the caning. He selected a cane from their collection and bound her to the horse by her wrist and ankle cuffs. Then he asked her if she was ready for her punishment. She nodded yes and moments later she heard the distinct noise of a cane slicing through the air, then there was a thud and pain erupted on her backside like fire. "One, thank you, Master." "No, baby-girl. I want you to continue the count from where you stopped this morning. Count again." ""Twenty-four, thank you, Master." The other 22 strokes were just as hard as the first one had been. Anna counted them without making a mistake and thanked her Master after every single one of them, though her tears started to fall after his tenth stroke, which made her words a bit hard to understand. "Forty-six, Thank you, Master." Master Robert put the cane back on its hook and freed Anna from the spanking horse. He pulled her in his arms and kissed the tears away that were still running down her face. He led her by the arm and made her sit on the porch, directly on the marble tiles. He hoped that she would not fall ill from the cold, hard stones, but he did not want to repeat himself by making her sit on the hardwood chair of the bedroom as she had in the morning. When her twenty minutes were up he led her back inside, put a heavy, functional collar around her neck, removed the training corset and put a leash on the collar. Then they went for a walk around the back yard with Anna crawling on all fours at her Master's orders like a good pet. "You did well, pet, only six more sessions to go. With a bit of luck we will get this done without breaking your skin." "Thank you, Master. Will you now make me crawl into the cage?" "No, my pet. I know I said I would, but tonight I want you next to me, right here in the bed. I guess that in the next at least four and a half months you will get more than used to sleep in your new cage. And I'm talking about real sleep; not the incessant turning around you did last night. Tonight, I intent to take what is mine, all of you, provided your pussy lips are not still too swollen from the belt Master Charles let dance on them." "As far as I can tell without touching, there still is a fair bit of swelling, Master, but not enough to let it keep you from taking me, all of me. It might hurt a bit in the beginning, but then passion will take over and I will forget all about the pain and Master Charles' belt. And then I can only hope that maybe you will allow your unworthy disobedient wife to enjoy herself a bit as well." "Hope is eternal, my pet. However, reminding your harsh and strict Master of your recent transgressions, might not have been the wisest course of action. Not that I would need to be reminded. It will take a long time before I forget how angry I was on Monday, I might decide that allowing you an orgasm before you have at least atoned for your inappropriate words might defeat the purpose of the punishment and that it would in fact reward you instead of punishing you memorably." "It's your prerogative, Master. I can only hope for your generosity and forgiveness. I know I wronged you greatly and even if I had not; the decision if I am to experience any sexual release at all, ever again is yours and yours alone. Please, Master, do not allow me an orgasm because I'm begging you, please, only do it because seeing your slave in the throes of passion is what you want." "You, my pet, are very eloquent, but that's nothing new. Sometimes I think you could convince a man dying of thirst to give you his last mouthful of water. But, pet, you were a very bad girl on Monday and the days after that and I would not be a very consequent Master if I would let you have an orgasm tonight. Letting you sleep in the bed with me is enough proof of my leniency, but you may ask again tomorrow." Anna tried to hide her disappointment unsuccessfully. "I understand, Master, and thank you for not dismissing my humble request outright." "Now, let's go to bed, my pet." "Yes, Master, thank you, Master." -*-*-*- In the bedroom, Master Robert put Anna down, made her undress him and then told her to kneel and suck him hard. She obeyed with enthusiasm and after only a few minutes he came in her mouth and allowed her to swallow his seed. He saw her wetness dripping to the floor and her still pleading eyes, and for a moment he considered granting her request despite his earlier words. Then he reminded himself that she still was under punishment and decided not to make it too easy for her, not this night. He stayed hard when he pulled his erect member from her mouth and entered her vagina. The grimaces she made, made it obvious that her pussy lips were more swollen and painful than she had thought but he soon could also see how her expression changed from pain and discomfort to desire, He massaged her also still slightly red and swollen breasts while he let her ride him. Her inner muscles massaged his cock; he bucked under her almost making her topple over and brought her to the brink but not one iota further. Anna pleaded with him, but he stayed firm in his denial of her needs. He filled her with his seed and made her go on all fours right in front of him. As he often did he used her own juices to lubricate her sphincter. Anna followed her training and relaxed as best as she could. He was kneeling behind her when he thrust inside but instead of moving in a way that would make him come again quickly, he took his time and made only small movements. Robert felt Anna tremble with need and knew that if he continued as he had started, she would have an orgasm despite her best intentions to control herself and he did not want to set her up for failure, not tonight. So, he let himself fall back on the mattress and pulled her with him. They lay next to each other on the side; his big spoon to her little spoon. He told her that he loved her even when she was naughty that that he would forgive her soon and Anna answered almost in a whisper because she was still in an arousal induced daze, that she loved him as well and that he was the light of her life and her one true Lord. She quickly fell asleep and he pulled her even closer. Robert felt himself get soft again, but did nothing to change their position and fell asleep soon after her. The next morning he woke up with his already engorged member firmly in her mouth, giving him an enthusiastic blow-job that made him come in what seemed to him no time at all. They got up; she served him under the shower, bent over at his order and presented herself for the cane. He made her count, starting with forty-seven. Over the last few years her skin had no, not thickened, but she had become much more resilient. She could take much more punishment than she had in the beginning without running the risk of breaking her skin, but he also knew that this punishment would test her limits. Once again he laced her in her training corset and kept her busy with diverse household chores. Late in the afternoon he sat her down to resume her writing assignment. When he stopped her she had just written the number forty on top of a new page. They had dinner and spent both two hours online, talking and messaging with friends. Master Robert bound her to the rack for her punishment and made her sit on the scratchy doormat for what seemed to her much more than twenty minutes.