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Transgression

By: SusInColorado



You come home from what had to be a very trying day at work because I see the exhaustion on your face immediately. I harden myself toward it because now is not the time to show empathy. You don't notice me right away so I watch you as you walk in. The lights are dim. I see you start to say something when you finally catch sight of me. You notice my tight black leather corset, long black leather gloves and thigh high leather boots and begin to wonder what it is you've done. Hesitantly, you ask if anyone is home. 

"I don't believe I gave you permission to speak." I say. 

"Sorry, Mistress Susan." 

"Take off your clothes." I snap. 

You glance at me as you begin removing your clothes. My stare seeming all the more menacing through my dark lined eyes, my bright red lips slightly parted as I watch you. 

"Have I given you permission to look at me, bitch boy?" I ask sneeringly.

"No Mistress Susan. Please forgive me." you plead.

"I will decide if I want to forgive you after you prove that you are worthy of my forgiveness," I say, coolly.

I stare at you for what seems like forever. I can see the fearful anticipation in your eyes. I can also see a mild hint of you trying to think of what it was that brought this on. I smile to myself knowing that I have you exactly where I want you. 

"On your knees, bitch boy!"

You obediently kneel and await my next command. 

"Look at you. Such a little pussy boy." I say with disgust.

"Fetch me your collar and leash. I want you to crawl on your hands and knees."

I watch with mild amusement as you crawl to where your collar and leash are kept. You begin to reach for the items I asked for when I stop you.

"No. I want you to bring them to me in your mouth like the good little dog you are."

You hesitate for a split second then struggle to pick the items up with your teeth.

"Quickly, bring them here."

You somewhat awkwardly manage to bring them to me. You stop at my side and kneel obediently with your eyes at my feet. I reach down and take the items from your mouth. 

"Good boy." I say as I pat you on the head.

I then fasten the collar around your neck then attach the leash to it. I step back and admire the submissive look about you. I walk slowly around you, trailing my finger along your shoulders, up your neck as I come back around the front and lightly across your bottom lip. I then force your mouth open with my finger, pushing down on your jaw. 

"Open your slut mouth, bitch boy." 

You obey without hesitation. I then take the penis-gag that you hadn't noticed until now and I force it into your mouth and secure the harness behind your head. You gag slightly but surprisingly adjust quickly to the 'cock' at the entrance of your throat. 

"Come, pet, we're going for a walk."

You get on all fours and begin to crawl beside me as I begin to walk. I reach down and slap your ass hard.

"I did not grant you permission to walk beside me, bitch. You will follow behind me."

You stop suddenly, wincing at the spanking, but making no sound. I begin walking again and you wait until you feel the leash tugging at your neck before you start crawling. You wonder where I will lead you but not for long. I arrive at the door to the backyard and begin opening the door. I feel you begin to pull away. 

"You will follow me out into the backyard or you will be punished, pet."

Hesitantly you continue following me.

The backyard consists of privacy fences all around. 6 ft high on 2 sides and about 4 ft high on the 3rd side.

"If you're lucky, no one will see you. But if someone happens to see you, then oh well." I say. 

"I want you to go relieve yourself in the middle of the yard. You are not to come back to me until you do. If I were you, I'd make it quick before anyone notices you."

You begin crawling slowly out into the middle of the yard and begin to stand. I stop you.

"No, pet. You will lift your leg like a dog."

Feeling completely humiliated, you raise your leg obediently inwardly pleading with your body to relieve itself. Finally your body succumbs to your desires and relief comes. When you finish you quickly lower your leg and look in my direction for permission to return to me. 

"Good boy. You may come back now."

You quickly crawl back to me and await my next command. I grab the end of your leash, and you are relieved when I begin to lead you back into the house. I lead you to the kitchen.

"Are you thirsty, pet?" I ask softly. 

I drop the end of the leash. 

"Stay." I command. 

I walk over to the cupboard and get out a bowl and fill it with water. I bring it back over to you and lay it on the floor in front of you. I remove your penis-gag. 

"You may drink."

Without me telling you, you bend over and begin to lap at the water. 

"Don't make a mess on the floor, or you will be licking it up, pet." I say, warningly.

You hear me walk out of the room as you continue to lap up the water like a dog. As you kneel there drinking, you wonder what else I might have planned for you. 

You don't have long to wait. 

I come over and grab you by the hair and order you into the bathroom. You see a hot water bottle hanging from the shower curtain rod. That means only one thing. I will be preparing you for some anal play. I'm going to give you an enema to make sure it doesn't get messy.

I pull you up to your feet and stand you up against the sink, refasten the gag into place, and begin lubricating your asshole. I insert the hose into your ass and release the clamp on the hose. You can feel your bowels filling up with warm soapy water. At first it's not an unpleasant feeling. But then it becomes clear that I intend to fill you to an uncomfortable level. You want to protest but all you can muster is muffled groans through the gag. I laugh at your discomfort and give you a few playful but firm swats on the ass. 

"You know you like it, bitch." I sneer. 

You shake your head in the negative. I respond by whipping you around and giving you a stinging slap to the face. You whimper a little bit, which once again brings a wicked smile to my face. You can feel a tickle in your loins and your cock begins to harden when you see how much pleasure your beautiful mistress is taking in your punishment.

I reach down and stroke your cock a bit with my gloved hand. Oh god it feels so good you want to cum right there, but a firm grip on your balls suddenly curbs your desire to cum.

Meanwhile your bowels are aching for release. I take a medium sized butt plug and insert it into your asshole, fastening it into place with a harness. You realize I am going to make you hold the enema and you begin to squirm in protest. 

I brandish some restraints and bind your wrists behind your back, and sit you on the toilet. I take my booted foot and place it on the toilet lid. Raising the toe, I position it above your cock and step down lightly at first, then harder. I giggle as you wince in pain.

Then I decide it's time to start the teasing. 

I start by going straight for the throat. I know how much it turns you on when you see me smoke when I'm all dressed up. I light a cigarette and exhale in your face. Your trapped cock twitches under my foot.

I leave the room for several minutes as you sit there wondering what I am doing, and is that all? Just one drag? Oh what torture it is for you. You want to see me. It's so erotic to you.

I return holding a gas mask with a long rubber hose attached to the intake. I slip the gas mask over your face, and light another cigarette. I begin filling the mask with smoke, in between drags holding my hand over the hose as you thrash about trying to get a breath of air. Once in a while I release for just a few seconds. But mostly I get you NEEDING air so badly that when I release and exhale into the hose it's such a relief even though it's far from fresh air. 

You're feeling very lightheaded, and your bowels feel as though they are going to explode. You're starting to cramp badly. You're so humiliated, and yet so turned on. Totally my slave. Completely bent to my will. So subjugated that even when released and spent I know you will still eagerly lick the cum from wherever I order. 

I stand you up, you're staggering from the lack of oxygen and from the smoke. I steady you and run my hands up and down your body. 

"Would you like to empty your bowels now pussy boy?" I ask.

You nod yes. I release your bonds and instruct you to remove the plug and relieve yourself, which you gladly do. But this is only the beginning, you realize, as I bind your wrists once again, and lead you to the bedroom, where you know you will be my bitch for the night.... 

As we enter the bedroom, I shove you toward the bed.

"Sit down and wait for my next command, pussy boy."

You start to walk toward the bed when I stop you. I've decided that you're not worthy to walk.

"On your knees, bitch. You can crawl."

You slowly sink down to your knees before lowering yourself to all fours. As you begin crawling toward the bed, I swat your ass soundly with the riding crop hanging near the door. You reflexively tighten your ass from the pain and whimper softly. But being the pussy whipped bitch you are, you then slightly push your ass back, silently asking for more.

"I didn't say you could stop crawling. Move it!" I say, emphasizing my statement with another, more firm, swat to your ass.

You resume crawling and once reaching the foot of the bed, you hesitate. I walk toward you quickly, my arm raised, ready to whip your ass again.

"Have you forgotten already what I asked you to do?"

You only whimper in response, unable to speak due to the gag.

"You may respond by shaking your head. I will ask you again, have you forgotten already what I asked you to do?"

You nod yes, and then put your head down in shame.

You listen intently but hear nothing. Suddenly you feel the sting of the riding crop on the top of your ass and on your lower back.

"I told you to crawl to the bed and sit on it to await my next command!" emphasizing the last 3 words with progressively harder swats. 

You cry out as best as the gag will allow, then start sobbing silently.

I step closer to you and yank your head back by your hair. You close your eyes as one single tear runs down your cheek into your ear.

"Awwww, is my little pussy boy crying?" I ask sarcastically. 

I let go of your hair and roughly push your head forward until it hits the bed. You let your head rest on the bed for a split second before shakily sitting up.

"Stand up!" I command sharply.

You stand shakily, still facing the bed, your head lowered. I reach out and lightly run my fingers over the growing welts on your ass and lower back. Even through the gloves, I can feel the heat they generate.

"Bend over." I say quietly yet forcefully.

I watch as you bend at the waist, struggling to keep from falling forward since you do not have the use of your arms or hands.

"Spread your legs, bitch." I say.

I see the difficulty you have in doing as I ask in the position you're in, your head still swimming slightly, and I laugh.

"Are you having problems, pussy boy?" I ask amusedly.

You shake your head emphatically in the negative.

"Then hurry up!" 

Finally you manage to get your legs spread adequately and without further hesitation.

I roughly run my hand over your ass, and my finger finds its way to your asshole.

"Seems the enema has cleared your ass of any lubricant to protect you. Shall I continue without it?" I ask teasingly.

You begin to shake your head no, again whimpering in protest, thoughts of being forced to take it in the ass dry. You begin to tremble and I laugh at your pathetic demeanor. Without another word, I turn and walk out of the room.

Again you strain to hear what is going on. You then hear some noise coming from another room and you begin to wonder what I'm doing and how long I'm going to leave you in this position. Your arms are beginning to ache from being secured so tightly behind your back. Finally you sense my presence once again and actually feel relieved. You then feel a cool wet substance dripping into the crack of your ass. Then you feel my gloved finger sliding through the crack of your ass, and around your asshole. I apply the lubricant liberally, first around the outside, and then shoving my finger into your asshole, I lubricate the inside. I finger fuck your asshole for a few moments, hearing you begin to breathe more heavily and making quiet moaning sounds. I then insert another finger and begin to fuck your ass harder and faster. I can see your cock hardening and growing, a tiny drop of pre-cum forming at the tip. I touch the drop with a finger on my free hand and say:

"Mmmm, look at this. Would you like to taste it, pussy boy?" 

Then I laugh and say: "Silly me, you can't, can you? Too bad..."

I bring it to my lips and lick it off my finger. All the while, still fucking your ass with my other fingers. I stop suddenly and remove my fingers and you feel a great sense of emptiness. I see you trying to seek my fingers by pushing your ass toward me.

"What is this? You want more?" I ask.

You don't respond, so I swat your ass hard with my hand.

"I asked you a question, pussy boy!" I say coolly. "Do you want more?"

You shake your head yes.

"Don't worry, you'll get more, whether you want it or not."

I then forcefully push you forward so that you fall onto the bed, your face buried in the blankets. You struggle for a moment then turn your head so you can breathe. You don't hear anything for a moment then you see me come into your view with a rather large strap-on on. Your eyes widen and you shudder slightly. I look down at you and say:

"What's the matter, slave, are you scared?" I ask tauntingly. I then crawl onto the bed above your head and spread my legs to either side of your quaking form.

"Raise your head and take a good look at my cock, pussy boy." 

You raise your head, and look toward it. You see my gloved hand playfully stroking the phallus between my legs. I reach toward you and remove the gag. I then scoot down toward your head, the cock inches from your lips. I remove your gag.

"Suck my cock, bitch!" I demand.

You open your mouth slightly and I thrust the cock into your mouth roughly. I smile wickedly as I see you struggle with it. You gag on it which coats it with a thick layer of saliva.

"That's it, slave, make it nice and wet. We wouldn't want it too dry when I fuck your ass with it."

Your lips begin to slide along the phallus. You are trying to make it as slippery as possible because you know if you don't, your ass is going to get torn up by it.

I place my hand on the back of your head, pushing you further down on my "cock" as I thrust it deeper into your mouth, taking pleasure in your struggles.

"Okay, that's enough." I say suddenly.

I pull back slightly, my cock falling from your lips, still connected by the long string of saliva from your mouth. I scoot off the bed and walk around to behind you. I remove the butt plug I had inserted earlier. 

"Scoot up further on the bed and spread your legs, pussy boy." I command.

You manage to scoot up on the bed, even without the use of your hands. You work up to your knees, and push yourself forward with your legs until you're flat on your stomach again. You then ever so hesitantly spread your legs, your throat and mouth reminding you of the size of the cock that is now about to be in your ass. The thought of it scares you yet excites you tremendously and you feel your cock twitch beneath you.

"Raise that bitch ass up off the bed." I say.

You slightly raise your ass off the bed and you feel my hands on your ass, my fingers running up and down your crack before sliding into it and parting your ass cheeks. 

With one hand I spread your cheeks, and with the other I line up the head of my "cock" with your inviting asshole and slowly begin to push it against your asshole. I feel you flinch but ignore it. Slowly I push forward, feeling the head go in further and further. 

Agonizingly you wait, feeling that although the pain is there, it's very minimal. You're thankful that I'm taking my time.

Finally you feel the head pop past the rim of your asshole and you whimper softly. You begin to shake as the pain increases. 

Finally, after what you feel is forever, you feel my weight on you, my "cock" buried deep in your ass. I pause for a moment, feeling you tremble beneath me, my power over you made stronger by your soft whimpering and heavy breathing.

"You like this, don't you, pussy boy?" I ask teasingly.

"You like to feel my hard cock in your boy-cunt, don't you?"

I then begin thrusting slowly at first, feeling the resistance of your stretched asshole begin to lessen. As the resistance becomes lighter, I begin thrusting faster, harder. I hear you protesting quietly.

"No, please Mistress Susan, please stop." you beg.

"Shut up!" I shout.

As I thrust faster and faster and harder I notice you pushing back against me as I thrust forward and I laugh.

"Do you want me to stop?" I ask

You don't respond; only push yourself back harder toward me.

"Is that a no?" I ask teasingly.

"Tell me how much you love my hard cock in your asshole, pussy."

Again, you don't respond, so I grab you by the hair and pull your head up off the bed and say 

"TELL ME!"

"Oh god Mistress Susan, I love your hard cock in my asshole. Fuck my asshole harder!"

"Do you want to cum, slave?"

"Oh yes, Mistress, I want to cum. Please grant me permission to cum!"

"You will cum when I say you can and not before."

I continue thrusting at a steady pace. I can feel you trembling beneath me. I know you're very close to cumming. I hear you whimpering and again you beg.

"Oh please Mistress Susan. Grant me permission to cum!"

"Ok pussy boy, you may cum now." I say quietly.

Almost immediately, I feel your body tighten and tremble and then you emit a loud moan as your seed bursts out of your hard swollen cock. I continue thrusting slowly as your orgasm fades. 

I remove my "cock" from your ass and lightly rub your back with the tips of my fingers as you catch your breath. I then suddenly get off of you and stand by the bed. I look down at you.

"Get off my bed pussy boy, you're sleeping on the floor tonight," I say coolly. 

And with that, I roll you over the other side of the bed until you fall to the floor.

You struggle to a kneeling position and with your head bowed, you say:

"Thank you Mistress Susan. Good Night."

You lie down on the floor next to my bed and close your eyes. You hope your dreams are of your beautiful Mistress Susan.

Transgression



Introduction: This is an account of two mature individuals who completely understand the essence of sadomasochism and its regenerative effects when intelligently employed. 

*

The closer she came to the house, the faster the beating of her heart. She knew that confessing to a transgression would trigger more than just a single punishment -- more than a beating with the crop or the strap. He would enjoy her penitence and carry it to extremes. It was her own desire to find His limits that really prompted her to confess to such a minor misdemeanor. 

At noon she had gone to the second floor Teacher's rest room which was rarely used due to its out the way size and location. It was literally nothing more than a toilet and a sink with a 4 x 4 anteroom. She used this one because she could 'do her business' without fear of being heard or interrupted. 

"Her business," of course, was more complicated than any other woman in the building. He required that she eliminate (pee) in a proscribed manner. Evacuation (a bowel movement) was left to her own discretion without conditions. The elimination, however, was to be done according to instruction, i.e. breasts exposed, ass not touching the toilet seat, nipples pinched while urinating. 

On some occasions she first had to remove the chain He required she wear that was hooked to a larger chain around her waist and pulled tight to her cleanly shaved crotch. When the chain was required, He allowed her to leave the small Master lock that hung on the two rings which pierced her outer labia at home. Dangling from the right ring was a small dog tag that bore the inscription: "Owned by HIM." 

The transgression came when she completely forgot to squeeze her nipples as she urinated because she was trying to keep her skirt gathered around her waist. It took some time for her to manage a system whereby she could hold up her dress or skirt and still free her hands to squeeze the nipples. Today, however, she failed. 

Of course she needn't tell Him -- He couldn't possibly know. Today's orders did not require her to video the pee stop, as He had on other occasions. That required her to bring a length of yarn to attach her Iphone to the hook on the door so the transaction could be recorded. 

But the closer she came to the house, the more certain she was that she would confess. 

The garage door closed. She entered the house and, as required, removed all of her clothes. The garage was attached to the house and the door opened onto a lower level that was a family room with bar, full bath, sofa, chairs, TV, and end tables. A door at the far end of the room opened into a standard basement arrangement where the furnace, electrical, and storage shelves were located. The basement ceiling was 10 feet high making it appear much larger than it was. 

Once naked, she was required to place herself at the bottom of the stairs in Slave Position 1, which was: kneeling, upper torso on the floor, both arms stretched out, ass high in the air. Her position was such that her ass faced the stairs making it completely visible to Him. 

Some days He would come down immediately -- on other days she would wait for as long as 30 minutes. To date He had never gone longer than that. 

Today it was just a matter of two or three minutes. He descended and walked around so that He stood directly before her outstretched hands. He spoke. The words were always the same.

"The cunt may perform her greeting."

The greeting was a daily ritual. Once prompted, barely moving her position, she removed the shoe or sandals or sock from the foot He put forward. Once the foot was naked, she moved to it and bathed the top of it with her tongue, making sure she covered the entire surface -- licking was not enough -- it must be laved.

This ritual was then followed by the same question: "Does the cunt have something to say, today?"

There was a hesitation. She cleared her throat and spoke very quietly: "Yes, Sir. The cunt has transgressed."

"Hmmm!" He sounded pleased. She knew He would. "All right. Kneel up."

'Kneel up' meant that she was to remain on her knees but adjust her torso in a straight, rigid position with her arms tight to the sides of her thighs. 

"And what transgression must she report?"

"The cunt failed to squeeze her nipples while eliminating today." 

"For every elimination or just one?"

"Just, one, Sir." 

"Hmmm. Let me think on this." He walked back and forth before her as she maintained the rigid posture, her eyes focused on the floor. Finally He stood before her, reached down, grabbed a full handful of hair, pulled it backwards so her face was thrust upward. Her eyes remained on the floor. He then slapped her face twice -- not hard -- but enough for her to feel the sting.

Face-slapping was one of His methods to instill instant humiliation and control over her. He did it because He knew she didn't like it and for the signal it delivered to her enslaved mind. 

"Well, we both know that the cunt must be punished. Right now, however, I wish to wash my cunt. I want you outside, Position 2, and prepare for a cleansing."

Without hesitation she drew herself to her feet and walked briskly to the door. She went outside and stood before the hose located at the rear of the house on a brick-covered deck. There was no concern of her being seen, as the rear of the house was completely private being enclosed by an 8 foot slab fence. He often had her in the backyard tied, whipped, humiliated. 

Position 2 was a standing position, legs wide apart, hands clasped behind the head, eyes down. Inside -- He would require her to open her mouth and extend her tongue -- but this was done only on His command. 

He gathered the necessary materials: bucket, liquid body wash, soft bristled brush (the type used for cars), and hose. The brush attached to the hose so that the water flushed through the bristles. 

He first gave her a rinsing by scrubbing her entire body, head included, with the flushing water-splaying brush. The water was cold and she grimaced at the discomfort. He then dipped the brush into the foaming bucket and began to scrub her body working from her feet, up her legs across her upper torso, onto her head, across her back down to her ankles, covering every inch of her body. The water gushed through the brush soaping and rinsing. He then took the brush and forced it between her legs scrubbing her crotch vigorously. 

"Turn around and spread."

She obediently turned, bent over, reached behind and spread her ass cheeks exposing her anus and labia. He worked the brush across her buttocks, against her anus, and then through the crevice of her crotch. He spent a good deal of time scrubbing this area, knowing it was both a source of discomfort and pleasure. 

The wash complete, she returned to Position #2. He then toweled her entire body until she was dry. Her hair, however, was still wet and stringy. 

"To the Table." 

She dropped her arms to her side and walked slowly, head down, went through the door held open by Him, and went straight to the back basement. She knew what was coming. 

***

The Table was an 8 foot slab of ¾" plywood on four sturdy 4x4 legs and securely braced to withstand any amount of weight or movement. It was exactly 29" high making it easily accessible at waist length. The top was finished with 4 inches of foam covered with a vinyl layer tightly stretched and then pinned with upholstery nails. Along the sides were eyehooks strategically placed along the ends and middle. The Table was on lockable wheels. 

Suspended directly over the Table was a metal ring dangling from a nylon rope strung through a pulley and tied to a hook on the wall. She stood before the Table awaiting His instructions. He was busy sorting with odd items on a workbench situated against the wall. He went to the door and closed and locked it. 

"Belly down." 

She immediately climbed onto the table and lay perfectly straight with her hands to her side, body stretched on the Table, her face crushed to its surface. She would not be allowed to turn her head until He positioned her. 

In this position He went to work applying perfumed cream all over her back, buttocks, legs, feet, arms and neck. 

"On your back."

She flipped over, relieved to be able to breathe. He applied the cream to her legs, arms, belly, breasts, neck. He wiped His hands with a towel and then placed two fingers directly onto her vagina and massaged her labia. She could feel the rings and dog tag pressing into her skin. Then He abruptly thrust three fingers into her causing her to gasp. 

"Legs apart, please."

She spread her legs and He continued to massage her. Soon she was extremely wet with arousal. She could hear the liquid sounds as He worked His fingers into her. She was becoming uncontrollably aroused and began breathing hard. 

"You know, of course, that you are not to come."

"Yes, Sir," she replied in a breathless gasp. 

He stopped, and withdrawing His fingers and wiped them on her belly. 

"Position 3."

She moved herself to a kneeling position with her arms crossed high upon her back. She made sure that her body was rigid and straight. She then felt His fingers on her anus and the cool texture of cream that immediately began to burn -- eucalyptus. Then came the cold steel of a knobbed steel hook which He pushed into her rectum. The other hand was attached to a chain and then secured to the metal ring over the table. He then pulled on the nylon rope pulling the hook up forcing her to bend over slightly. 

"Fine. I'm going up to get a glass of wine. I'll leave you here to consider the punishment you'll be receiving."

Before leaving He parted her lips and placed a clothespin on her tongue, forcing her to keep her mouth open. The result, which was what He sought, was to allow her saliva to pour down between her breasts, over her belly onto the table. He did not return for a full 20 minutes. When He did return, He was naked. 

A pool of saliva had gathered on the Table's surface. He removed the clothespin causing her to wince in pain. He removed the hook from her rectum. 

"Get down. Kneel."

She scampered immediately to the floor, knelt before Him, hands at her sides. He rested His cock against her lips. At the touch she opened her mouth wide and slid her tongue out so that His cock rested on it. She made no further movement until instructed. She was carefully taught how to receive Him.

"Suck."

She immediately moved her mouth over His cock and took it deep into her throat sucking as hard as she could. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pushed her face hard against Him, causing her to gag. He waited -- then pushed into her mouth again. It was a brief session and He did not come. 

He pulled himself from her before He lost control of His load which He tried to save until the latter stages of these sessions. She dropped her head and He could see that she was breathing somewhat heavily. 

"The Cross," He said. 

She fell to all fours and crawled to the base of the Cross. As per His standing instructions, when sent to the Cross, she must approach it on all fours, place her hands on each side of the base and her head against it with her ass high in the air.

The construction of the Cross was a joint project completed 'in scene,' which means that she was in slave mode -- naked -- collared - chained. For the construction work He allowed her to wear her running shoes. 

The main beam, which went from floor to ceiling, was a 12 x 2 inch board of poplar that was plated to a 12 x 2 inch board of pine. This produced a 3-3/4 x 11-1/2 inch beam. He then attached two 'arms' of the Cross using the same board construction except they were 5-1/2 inches in width. 

The basement floor was ¾ inch plywood completely carpeted. However He removed a 4 x 4 foot square of carpet where the base of the beam was to be secured. Using thick steel 90° angle irons, He attached the beam to the floor on three sides -- left, right, and rear. He then used lag bolts to screw the top of the beam into one of floor joists which was the basement's ceiling. 

He then attached each arm of the Cross, not parallel to the floor, but rather at an angle so that it actually looked like a Y with the exception of the center beam going up the middle. 

He then covered the 4x4 section of floor beneath the beam with vinyl tiling. His intention was for it to be easily cleaned. 

The final touches of the cross were eye-rings situated at varying places along the sides for the purpose of securing the arms, legs, or other parts of her body; a drilled circular hole in the main beam approximately 36 inches from the base through which could be inserted a wooden dowel 1" in diameter; and finally leather straps located at the arms and along the beam to be used to secure her in various positions. 

It was built exclusively for the purpose of inflicting discomfort and pain upon her body. She was aware of this and willingly accepted its purpose. In this relationship -- nothing was done without her complicity. 

She was actively involved in the construction of the Cross. Besides being a carpenter's assistant, He had her sand all sides of the boards and apply multiple coats of stain and polyurethane. She worked in the garage with the door open to allow dust and fumes to escape. At the completion of each work session, He hosed her body before allowing her into the house. 

When the Cross was complete and ready for use, He purposely ignored its presence for three full weeks. In that time, she was used and abused in a variety of ways, but none of them involved the Cross. This began to trouble her in a submissive sense. She wondered if she had done something to disavow its use -- or thinking that she might not be worthy to placed on the Cross.

Of course the purpose of waiting to place her on the Cross, was exactly that -- to effect those feelings of insecurity upon which He preyed so skillfully. When finally presented to the Cross, He knew that she was ready to accept all of its potential. 

And now in light of her confession that she had transgressed she crawled on her knees to the Cross and assumed the required position. He nudged her crotch with His foot so that she pushed her ass higher. 

"Stand and face the Cross."

She immediately went to her feet and positioned herself against the main beam and then spread her arms along the two arms of the Cross. In seconds He placed cuffs onto her wrist and ankles. He then secured her arms to the highest ring so that they were stretched outwards. Her ankles were then secured to the eye-rings at the base of the beam. In this position her legs were about 14 inches apart, while her arms were quite outstretched. 

"You have transgressed by your own admission. You will be beaten now as the first part of your punishment."

Without hesitation He then swung the leather flogger with its 18 strips of leather against her back. The force of it pushed her into the beam -- but she did not utter a sound. The flogger struck repeatedly from the top of her back down to her thighs. This punishment continued for a full three minutes. 

With a rest of 60 seconds, He then used a long, thin hickory switch that left red stripes on her back and buttocks. Now He heard a sound coming from her lips -- barely discernible -- but one of distress. 

The final instrument was a thick leather split-tailed strap that He applied mostly on her buttocks and thighs. After ten strong slaps of the leather -- she began to gasp and moan. 

"I did not hear you."

"Thank you, Sir," she whispered. 

He stood for a moment to survey the ugly red stripes that covered her entire body with the exception of her lower legs. He rubbed His hands over her body lingering between her ass-cheeks and pushing onto her anus, forcing her to rise up on her toes. 

"You'd like something in there, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, Sir," came her breathless reply. 

She was wet. He knew that she enjoyed the scene. In a few minutes He would actually be able to see the liquid dripping from her crotch. 

In seconds He undid the bonds and turned her body placing her back against the main beam and then secured her arms of the Cross. He re-attached her ankle cuffs to the base. She was now frontally exposed and stretched. 

He carefully placed a clamp to which was attached a lead weight of 9 ounces onto her right labial lip, followed by another to the left lip. The weights pulled the pieces of skin downwards. 

"As your transgression had to do with both elimination and nipples -- we will address those areas. I'm going to place these weights onto your nipples. They will remain there until you pee. When I see the piss streaming and until the last drops splash to the floor, will I undo the weights. To help you in this procedure, I will give you ample amounts of water." 

That being said, He attached a nine ounce weight to each nipple which caused her to gasp as they pulled both of her breasts downwards. He then put the mouth of a water bottle to her lips which she eagerly sucked ingesting a full third of the bottle. 

The silence of the basement was palpable. It was almost soundproof and the only discernible sounds came from the murmur of the hot water heater and thrum of the downstairs refrigerator. 

In three minutes He gave her another tug at the water bottle. Her breathing became heavy and she began to gasp at the pain of the weights on her nipples and labia. He could see her concentrating -- trying to force the piss through her lower body, but it was in vain. 

Again He administered the bottle which she drained to the end. Minutes passed before a second full bottle was pressed to her lips. Now she eagerly sucked at the bottle's nipple to gain more than half of the contents. Still -- it took a full 20 minutes before she began to feel the sensation in her bladder. 

She forced herself to relax and concentrate on the flow. Then with just a trickle, the bladder released its load. Once started, it poured from her crotch spewing outwards onto the floor for a full minute before it withered to a trickle that ran between both her legs. 

He immediately undid the weights and released her from her bonds. She stood completely exhausted, head down, body lagging. Waiting until she gathered herself, the only sounds were her short gasps for breath. Once these had subsided He touched her gently on her shoulder.

"Kneel."

She slid to her knees, head down. She knew what He wanted. 

"May the cunt receive His piss?"

"No, the cunt is not yet worthy of His piss. Repeat."

"The cunt is not yet worthy of His piss."

He then grabbed her hair and pulled her face up. She kept her eyes down as she was not permitted to look into His face unless given permission. Her arms were straight by her sides. 

"Close your mouth and your eyes."

There were perhaps 30 seconds of stillness before the first spurts of piss fell on her, and then a steady stream splashed on her face, breasts, and belly. He finished with most of it laving her face. The sensation of the warm liquid, the smell of urine, and the humiliation of the act brought groans from her throat. 

"All right. Now clean up this mess, take a shower, fix yourself and come upstairs. Remove the cuffs and put them in their place. Put on the collar, chain, and bells."

Of course, she did not move until He had left the room. She went to the bathroom and filled the bucket specifically used for the purpose of cleaning the Cross and/or the leavings of a session. On her hands and knees she wiped up the puddles of urine, her own and His. She then went straight to the shower and thoroughly cleaned her body, applied ample portions of perfume, checked that her toenails and fingernails were painted red, and applied just the right amount of facial cosmetics. He did not like heavy makeup or eye shadows -- but preferred outlining and light face covering with a hint of lipstick. 




Transgression



She went to the bureau where the 'instruments of slavery' were kept. Neatly arranged in the shallow drawer was a pair of wrist and ankle cuffs. She took each one and attached them accordingly. She then took up the thick leather collar which had rings on four sides used to attach chains or rope or whatever He chose. She placed the tiny bells on the bar loops pierced in her nipples. Another standing order was that while in the house she must always wear the bells so that He could hear where she is in the house. When she walked or crawled or moved in any way, the bells alerted Him to her presence. 

She was required to wear a variety of chains, but unless otherwise instructed, while in and around the house, or when they might go grocery shopping or out to dinner, the waist chain must be worn. It was silver-plated, 42 inches in length with ½ inch links, making it of medium weight and size. The length was, of course, more than her belly size as He wished for the residue to dangle between her legs. 

She went directly to the living room and knelt by His chair. This was also a standing order. She was not allowed to move freely about the house until He gave her the instructions for the evening. On the weekends or her days off, after her morning ablutions, she knelt by His chair awaiting instructions for the day. 

She remained kneeling for a few minutes when He came into the room with a glass of wine. He offered her a sip, which she took. 

"Did the cunt clean herself?"

"Yes, Sir." 

He sat in His chair. "Open."

She immediately opened her mouth wide, as He probed from one side to the other and then pressed on her tongue causing her to gag. 

"Stand."

She stood and immediately put her hands behind her head and spread her legs. He pushed two fingers into her vagina and felt around, then wiped them onto her belly. 

"Spread."

She turned and bent over at the waist, reached behind her and spread her ass-cheeks. He took a plastic glove from the drawer in the end table, snapped it on His right hand, pressed His thumb against her anus pushing in a bit, waiting for her to relax the muscle, then pushed straight in with His middle finger until it was completely buried. He pulled it out and looked at it. Finding no residue He declared it clean. He removed the glove and put it in her hand for disposal. 

"That's good," He said. "Let's see, the cunt's last enema was on Sunday, correct?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Hmmm. Well today is Thursday, so we can wait until Sunday. The dinner is already prepared so right now the cunt is to go to her room and write 25 times on a sheet of paper: 'the cunt must squeeze her nipples when she pees.' When she's finished, she is to bring it to me along with a length of string and some tape. She may walk to her room."

Her room was a standard sized bedroom converted into an office. It had bookshelves on two walls, a table with stout legs, sanded and finished by She and affixed (by Him) with eye rings at each leg. The chair was straight-backed, with a leather seat. When she was sent to her room to work on her professional material, she was required to fasten a chain from one of the labial rings to one leg of the table. 

She turned and went to her room. He read and drank His wine while she obeyed the instructions. In less than fifteen minutes she returned with the required paper, string, and tape. She knelt before Him holding the required items. 

He took the paper and examined it for accuracy. He fed the string through the front loop of her collar and attached the two ends to the paper with the tape. The paper hung against her chest. 

"Fine. Now, the cunt will wear that sign for the remainder of the evening. She may now move freely about the house, find her dinner, and eat it at her table."

She moved to the kitchen quickly and gathered plate, fork, spoon, knife, and busied herself making the meal. 'Her Table' was actually a bench, 11-1/2 inches wide situated before the window overlooking the backyard. She ate half sitting, half kneeling on a thin pillow, which she created herself. 

The remainder of the evening was spent in separate endeavors -- He to His reading, she to her preparation for tomorrow's classes. At precisely 10pm -- bedtime -- she went to the bathroom -- performed her final ablutions and then entered the bedroom. 

As per standing orders, she was to stand erect by the bed with hands to her sides awaiting instructions. He invariably entered a short time after her with book in hand, arranged himself on the bed, on His back and then gave her instructions. 

On some occasions He would simply tell her to lie down and attach her chains. This meant for her to lie next to Him, reach for the thin chain affixed to the bedpost and attach the other end to one of her labial rings. Once attached, she was not allowed to leave the bed even if she had to urinate. If that were the case -- an antique chamber pot was at the ready on her side of the bed. She rarely used it. 

On other occasions, such as this particular evening, He instructed her to service Him. She immediately bent over His cock and slowly placed it into her mouth. She worked it hard taking it to the back of her throat and then pulling away. She licked His ball sac deftly and then returned to the cock. She knew to keep active until He signaled her to halt. On rare occasions He would keep her at it until He spewed His seed into her mouth, which she eagerly swallowed. 

On this night, He stopped her, pushed her to the mattress, mounted her and pumped hard. She rose to His thrusts and grasped His back pulling Him to her. She wanted Him deep inside her, wishing that He would use the strap or the whip to raise her to the ultimate orgasm -- which came in roaring gushes of liquid amid heavy sighs and deep groans. 

As per standing orders she uttered the words 'the cunt is coming' at the height of the orgasm. He remained positioned on top of her, until each of them restored their breathing to regular levels -- He then rolled off and left her to sleep. 

She went to sleep immediately, but He lay awake thinking of how He could add a bit of discomfort to her day tomorrow to emphasize her obedience to His will. 

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