Deny the Mistress

While the bulk of your courage fled the moment you caught sight of her, you still retain enough of it to deny her the satisfaction of seeing you bend.

You spit in the dog bowl and stare back at her defiantly. “There’s your service. I won’t bend to your will. I refuse!”

The domineering figure standing above you suddenly bursts out in laughter at the sight of your pseudo-aggressive display. She claps her hands in a mocking gesture and flashes you a toothy grin. “Well done.”

She runs her practiced fingers through your hair and squats down to meet your gaze. At this distance, the scent of her musky corruption is intoxicating. You feel blood course through your manhood, as the dominant vixen slowly and deliberately inches her face closer to yours.

The right side of your cheek lightly brushes against hers, and you shudder in unbidden pleasure as she exhales her hot, steamy breath on your ear. You feel your heartbeat race as she nibbles slightly at your earlobe, and kisses your cheek tenderly.

She continues to lightly caress you, and with her husky, loving voice, whispers deeply in your ear: “I’m moved by the passion of your resolve…but I’m not sure where you got the idea that I wanted to bend you.”

“I’m going to BREAK you.”

She pulls back to meet your gaze, smiling insidiously at the sight of your horror. Then in a flash, she stands to her feet and 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. “I want you to know--this is going to hurt you a lot more than it will me.”

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 satchel. 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, all it would’ve cost you was a simple little sentence.”

She smirks down at your puffy, swollen face.

“Tomorrow you will say it. Tomorrow you will grovel before me and speak the sentence upon request.”

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 don’t…the punishment that awaits you tomorrow 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 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 starving. 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.