Politely Deny The Mistress

Inspecting the throbbing female cock-meat mere inches from your face, you find yourself nearly overwhelmed with a need to submit. Yet despite that, you experience a deep sense of foreboding building in the back of your mind. You feel her corrupt energy slowly eating at the walls of your resistance, and you know that to submit here would only further solidify your sense of belonging in this place.

Forcing back the lust-induced fog from your mind, you look up into the glowing eyes of the Mistress and shake your head. “My a-apologies, Mistress. But this isn’t me…” You curse your lack of confidence as the words meekly exit your mouth.

Her face instantly turns sour as you continue.

“I’m good at a lot of things, though…I’m a great climber! And I can hunt, clean…whatever you need, just please do-”

She cuts you off. “I fear that I’ve done you a disservice in my attempt to slowly acclimate you to this new life. You performed so well in lesson one, which led me to falsely believe you would respond well to praise. That all ends today.”

You look up at her with apprehension. “Mistress, if you would but give me a chance to-”

Without warning, she angrily cracks the switch across your face with terrible ****. The blow sends you careening across the floor, stunned and wide-eyed.

Within seconds, her armored guards are upon you. They each grab one of your arms and haul you over to the pillory. Your head throbs intensely as you attempt to fight them off. This earns you a swift and powerful gauntleted punch to the gut, ending any further interest you may have had in the struggle.

You are quickly fastened to the pillory, as the Mistress lightly taps her hand with the switch in eager anticipation. The guards promptly return to their positions at either side of the cell exit, and you are given a moment's reprieve to contemplate the questionable wisdom of your disobedience.

The Mistress continues to lightly slap her hand with the switch as she strides around your naked, humble form. “A hunter? A climber? A janitor? No. You’re none of those things. You are a slut. And your only purpose in life is to please me.”

She sneers at you. “You’re about to find that out the hard way.”

Without warning, she slams the switch across your toned ass with incredible might. You let out a howl of pain, as she brings it down once more.

“Whining already? We’re just getting started.”

She batters your butt with a series of assaults, eventually breaking the switch over your ass in a crushing blow.

She walks in front of you to meet your tearful gaze and frowns. “A shame…I accidentally broke it before I broke you. I guess that means we’re done for the day…” She begins gathering up her belongings, and then abruptly pauses.

“But, wait just a moment…” She feigns a thoughtful expression, placing a finger over her mouth. “This isn’t the first time this has happened; I know my own strength. Surely I packed extras for this occasion?”

She snaps her fingers, and a guard brings over a large black bag. The Mistress rummages through it, before wrapping her fingers over the source of her search.

“Ahhah! Perfect, just what we needed.” Looking up now, you see that she is holding a small, studded paddle. You groan in pain as she grips your hair and roughly rubs the paddle across your face. “You ready for round two?”

She laughs viciously as she slowly stalks to the rear of the pillory. You whimper openly as she belts your ass bloody with the paddle. Strike after strike leaves you a weeping, quivering mess. This torrential **** threatens to never end, and you nearly lose all **** of will. You nearly beg for her to stop.

But you don’t. You take every hit, beaten and bloody as you are, and you take them with what dignity remains to you.

The Mistress eventually grows tired of smacking you around, and returns to face you.

“A little worse for wear, are we? And no dinner either. Such a shame. And to think, there was a time when I thought you might be the perfect slut.”

She smirks down at your puffy, swollen face. “I guess I’ll settle for good.”

The Mistress begins packing up her tools.

“Tomorrow you will grovel before me and apologize for your impertinent behavior. You will tell me what you are, and IF I’m feeling generous, I will then allow you to complete lesson two.”

She runs her delicate fingers once more through your tussled hair, not unlike a kindly mother might to a scolded child.

She purses her lips and slowly brings them to your ear, whispering: “--And if you ever dare defy me again…the punishment that awaits you on that day will eclipse the one you received today.”

Despite the **** that you received at her hands, you can’t help but feel a disgusting arousal at the feeling of her hot breath against your neck.

“I think I’ll keep you in the pillory until tomorrow. It may help with your much needed attitude adjustment. And if not? Well…” She chuckles “You’ll already be in the proper position for what comes next. See you then!”

Without another word, the Mistress confidently exits the cell with her guards in tow, leaving you alone, beaten, pilloried, and in need of nourishment. You shudder with fear and no small amount of arousal at the thought of what awaits you next time, should you choose to continue your defiance.