carm's dungeon

 

Shadow Mistress

A story by carm{B}, copyright July 31, 1999.

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I could feel the cold steel floor of the cage beneath my trembling body, but only darkness greeted my eyes. A soft leather blindfold was secured around my head, and a leather bit gag was firm in my mouth. My arms and legs were free for the moment, but I still wore heavy leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles. Even though I was rendered helpless, I was secure in knowing that I could ring my bell anytime I needed help. My Master had put a bell into my cage so that if anything were to go wrong, I could get his attention immediately.
Of course, he was never honestly too far away, just quiet enough to convince me that maybe he was really gone. My naked body shivered as I was not allowed even a small scrap of carpet or a blanket for comfort. I'd been waiting for a long time now. I had been happy to be put in the cage at first because I was not looking foreward to the punishment that was to come, but now I was beginning to want the punishment just for the attention I would receive. I whimpered softly, but heard no reply.

Time passed.

Sleepily I realized that the door to the cage was being pulled open, and a pair of strong hands reached in and hauled me out. Attaching a thin chain leash to my collar, my Master led me across the room. I knew to follow quickly as Master always wanted to keep some slack in the chain. I struggled to crawl after Him, but was failing miserably to keep up. I gasped around the gag loudly as I felt the sting of a smack on my ass. He spanked swiftly, driving me forewards in my blindness. I bit down on the gag, trying to hide my cries of pain. A sharp tug on the leash signalled me to kneel up, and I stopped, resting my ass on my heels and folding my arms behind my back. I waited and listened to Master as he moved about the room. My head was held high, my chin atop the edge of the posture collar that I only wore when I was to be punished. A soft spank on my bum encouraged me to stand, and Master lifted my wrists upwards. My arms were stretched in a "Y" shape, and he fixed each one to the wall by the cuffs. Due to the position, I assumed that I must be in the corner of our basement. A spreader bar was hooked into place between my ankles and now I was standing in the shape of an "X". My chin was upwards and I blinked behind the collar, wishing I could see even the tiniest speck of light. I heard footsteps and came to the shocking realization that my Master was not alone. I blushed a deep crimson, suddenly aware of how vulnerable my stretched naked body was. The posture collar kept me from instinctively bowing my head.

The footsteps approached and fear began to build inside my belly. A soft hand began to caress the skin of my ass, exploring my curves and testing the wetness between my thighs. I moaned helplessly as a strange sensation of pleasure grew within. Who was this person? What was going to happen to me? I felt someone's breath against my cheek, and to my suprise they spoke.

"Such a beautiful little whore... " the woman purred. A woman! I blushed even more, and wished I had more than a blindfold to hide behind.

"I shall enjoy punishing such a naughty..." she paused to slid one finger between the lips of my pussy... "and HORNY slut."

I could almost feel the smile that must have been on Her lips. I was ashamed at how wet I'd grown and began to think of what my Master must think. The woman retreated, and I heard her whispering to my Master. I did not hear his reply, but soon I heard her behind me again. My nervousness grew and I began to tense against my restraints. She stroked my skin sensuously and slowly, giving my ass a generous amount of attention. Before I knew what was happening, the blows began. No warm up swats for this slut. Her hand fell cruelly against my skin and I cried out loudly around my gag. My moans sounded strange and gutteral, but I quickly grew unaware of myself as the pain grew under her furious punishment.

When the crop began to strike, I realized that those horrible spanks had been the warmup. I sobbed loudly as the crop began to bite into my skin. Her strokes were spread well over the whole area of my bottom. No curve was left untouched. She paid special attention to the luscious underside where my cheeks meet my thighs. My skin was on fire and I could feel the pain deeply throughout my backside. Tears were rolling down over my cheeks and I wailed uninhibited in my humiliation.

I managed to catch my breath as the beating stopped for a moment or two, and I cried out pitiously as her fingers delved into the soft crevice between my legs. She withdrew her fingers and held them to my lips. I could smell my own juices as she pried my lips open and shoved her fingers inside. I sucked at them hungrily, not wanting my punishment to get any worse.

"You nasty slut! Look how wet you are! You deserve to be treated like an animal" was uttered in my ear before she moved behind me again with the crop.

Now the crop was licking at my thighs, working down one and then the other, leaving behind an unbearable smarting pain. I felt as if my sobs would wake the entire neighborhood and now I was struggling hard to move away from the blows. I twisted in my restraints to no avail. The furious lashes still found my skin and slashed deeply again and again.

After my thighs and ass had been thoroughly worked over, I heard this woman walk away, and more familiar footsteps approached. I hung limply now, crying softly through the gag. Warm hands lifted me carefully as I was unhooked from the wall and the spreader bar was removed. My Master carried me carefully over to the couch, and laid me there on my stomach. He sat next to me, His hands wandering my body gently, soothing me with His touch. He planted a kiss on the top of my head as he removed the posture collar. Next, the gag was untied, and then the gag was unbuckled. I blinked several times, trying to get used to the light, seeing the shadowy form of my Master before me. He smiled down at me now, and kneaded a soft cream into my poor aching skin.

I lifted my head as remembered the woman, looking to see her and find out who she was. To my suprise, I didn't see anyone. I hadn't heard her leave... but she must have slipped out while my Master was taking me down from the wall. I've asked Him on occasion who she was, but He still hasn't told me. He only smiles and hints that I will find out in due time. Occasionally I get shivers when I think of those soft hands, that cruel voice, and her vigorous lashing. Maybe someday I'll get to be on her good side. ;)