Master's Wishes: Training With The Mistress, Day Four

The room is still and dark. I realize that the dungeon must be soundproof, for no sounds give a hint to what is happening or the time of day.

My shoulders and neck are stiff from my arms being tied behind my back. My tender nipples are raw from rubbing against the carpeted floor of the cage I have slept in all night.

I know it was relatively early when Mistress sent me up here yesterday. It had been late afternoon / early evening. I do not know why I was brought here or if I am being punished for some unknown infraction. Perhaps she just needed time to herself.

Eventually, I hear the key in the cage lock. The door swings open. She reaches in and grabs my collar, dragging me out of the cage. My nipples scrape along the carpet, burning me.

Mistress pulls me to the giant cross in the corner. Pulling me to my feet, she chains me facing the cross, exposing my back. She slips another chain around my waist and to the center of the cross, pulling me tight against the wood. There is no hope of escaping the blows now.

The strikes come fast and hard, and I feel the welts marking my skin. The cane is the worst of all in my opinion. It leaves bright, painful, deep stripes everywhere it lands. I squirm and cry as I try to escape my punishment, even as I recognize the futility. The weights on my nipples swing wildly around, yanking and tugging with every blow.