Your first day as a

Rule: When I fall asleep the world accepts these new rules; not before...

Rule: My master has me sleep in a cage; this is the norm across all households with slaves...

You wake up feeling slightly cramped... You see metal bars in front of your face when you wake up; remembering the changes you made last-night...

"Is my beautiful slut awake?" you hear a voice call out; before hearing heavy footsteps on the stairs behind you...

"Yes, sir."

"Good... Then let's get you out; a lot of work to do... Oh, and the Universities closed today, not sure why; so I get to see you all day..."

"Sounds good."

"Ahem."

"Sorry, sounds good, sir."

"I'll remember that infraction; perhaps you should be cautious how many you earn..."

You simply nod as he unlocks the cage door... He is equally as beautiful as you; a chiselled body and beautiful face staring at you...

He attaches a thin silver lead to the collar around your neck; something you barely even knew was there until now...

He guides you upstairs on your knees.

"Good slut... Now go clean up; I'll be checking later; so make sure you do a good job."

You nod and stand up; starting to walk towards the cupboard you somehow know holds the cleaning products.

"What are you doing?" you hear, causing you to drop straight to the floor... "You do not walk in this house Slut! You know that! Walking is not for sluts..."

You mutter an apology and begin crawling away until you feel a tug on the back of your collar... You look up at your Master confused...

"I'm going to punish you now since that was a serious infraction. You know the punishment for walking without permission inside this house, remind me..."

You think... Then it hits you as if you knew all along...

"100 strokes per foot bastinado..."

You've had bastinado before but never that many strokes... Then you remember the ambiguity of your earlier rule; punishments could be anything and the severity would not kill you or cause permanent injury...

"You will take the punishment silently; you may moan or gasp but anything else will not be tolerated and I will repeat the stroke. You will remain in position; lying here on your back, knees to your very ample breasts hands holding them there, feet facing straight up."

You get into position, feeling very scared about what was to come... You hear your master leave; the pattering of his feet getting quieter and quieter. Then you hear them getting louder and louder as he returns; five switches in hand...

You hope he isn't planning to use all of them at once; and your prayers are answered when he puts four of the switches down on a small table next to you.

With the one remaining switch, he takes up a position by your thighs; your feet still pointing towards the ceiling... He raises the switch and you watch in horror as he lashes it down vertically across your left foot; from heel to metatarsus... You manage to keep the scream inside as you instead release a moan, maintaining the position...

He then delivers an equally wicked stroke to your right foot before adjusting his stance and slashing across both of your insteps... You continue allowing moans too escape your lips but nothing else...

But the twentieth stroke; delivered wickedly on a diagonal from your left heel to your right little toe... You can't help but cry out; this being the first stroke to hit a toe; a much more sensitive part of the foot...

"That's a repeat."

He redelivers the exact same stroke, this time you manage to just moan; as your right little toe begins to swell turning dark red...

By the end of your punishment you've actually taken close to 250 strokes instead of 200; your soles purple and swollen incredibly painfully...

_At least, _you think, I don't want to stand or walk anymore.

He discards the switch, only the third he needed, before walking away to leave you to clean.

You clean all the lower places first but then you realise you have **** but to stand to clean the rest of the house. You slowly use the seat of a chair to help yourself up; gasping as you realise your soles have swelled even more becoming even more sore, sensitive and painful... The hard wooden floors are unrelenting against your swollen soles as you stand; reaching up to clean... But, the first time you have to stand on your tip-toes your feet explode in pain and you fall to the ground... You lay there; gently rubbing your feet and toes trying to alleviate the pain...

You barely notice the amount of time that passes until your master walks in; shaking his head in shame at you.
"You didn't even clean a single room, did you? Instead you've laid here feeling sorry for yourself nursing your hurting trotters! Well this is an even more severe transgression. Get yourself in the dungeon; tied to the pillory right now!"

You crawl away; feeling stung by his harsh words; knowing you cleaned the lower parts of the house before the pain was too bad to stand...

You enter the dungeon and wait by the pillory... You know that the pillory is used for tit and pussy whippings... From your masters harsh words you wonder which you will given; if not both...

He enters, locking you into the pillory; legs wide apart; arms above your head...

This obviously means both... Your arms outstretched forces your tits out further; the extended legs opens up your pussy... You groan in anticipation as he collects some clamps and weights first...

He returns and rubs your areola until the nub of your nipple pokes out... He then attaches a clover clamp to your nipples followed by two 4kg ball weights to each clamp... You moan at the intense pain caused by the weight dragging your tits down...

He doesn't seem to care as he steps back and picks three of his canes; one nursery; one heavy and a severe ridged dragon cane...

"You can scream as much as you want down here; and you can't break position in that pillory..."

"Yes, sir."