s per Her instructions, he had left his house at 12:30, and was waiting in a cafe around the corner, watching the hands on the clock slowly ticking by. He had given his Mistress a key to his house some time ago; he was Her property and that meant that She had entitlement to everything that was his. It was something that She had never taken advantage of and he was never concerned that She might do something to humiliate him in public.
As the time turned 1:15, he pushed away his cup of coffee which he had hardly touched, and headed towards the door. Unconciously, he checked himself over whilst he walked the short distance to his house. Smart shirt, trousers that fitted snugly over his buttocks, no underwear. His hair was cut short how She liked it, and kept back off his face. Arriving at the house, he knocked on his own front door, then pushed it open. Once inside, he paused. The house was in silence and there was no usual summons from Her. He began to wonder if maybe She hadn't come after all. He hestitated, debating whether he should wait for a summons or go and investigate. Still hearing nothing, he decided on the latter and tentatively walked towards the living room door. Stepping in to the room he could see that one of his dining room chairs had been placed in the middle of the room. He broke into a sweat; only She would have done this which meant She was here - and he had entered the room unbidden.
The click behind him made him jump, and he tuned to see his Mistress stood leaning against the now closed living room door. She was dressed in an unusual fashion; a tight grey suit, some sort of military cap, and Her hair scraped severely back from Her face. There was a look of anger on Her face which confused him. "On your knees!" she barked, and he immediately dropped to the floor. Striding over to him, She grabbed the top of his shirt, and with a deft pull She ripped it open right down to his trouser waist. He was astounded by Her unusual behaviour, but knew better than to question Her actions. She circled around him, and before he knew what was happening, he felt a sharp pain across his buttocks as She cracked a whip across his cheeks in one quick movement. The crack sent him forward and he put out his hands to stop himself from falling, resulting in him now assuming a position on his hands and knees. She gave an evil laugh. "So, ve have you here now, and I vant to know where the information is" She said. The German accent threw him for a moment but with quick realisation he recalled a conversation they had had several months back, where he had expressed a fantasy about being interrogated by the German SS. Another crack of the whip across the bottocks took the smile of realisation off his face before it had even had time to form. "I don't know what you mean Officer" he stuttered.
Again, She gave her evil laugh. "So - you realise at last who I am. So slow, fool. So slow. But I will get the information from you...Take off your clothes!" With a scurry, he quickly took off his shoes, socks, and trousers. This time no neatness with putting them into a pile. As each item was removed She threw them across the room, and stood there impatiently tapping the heel of her boots. Her whip hung ominously in Her hand and he wondered what She had in store for him for the rest of the weekend. He suddenly realosed that the next few days were going to be very, very different from their usual meetings.
"So" She said. "Are you going to tell me the information I require?" Again, he shook his head "I don't know what you mean Officer" he replied - which was true, as he had no idea what She wanted to know. The whip cracked across his buttocks again and he felt the searing pain. Three more times She asked him the same question, three more times he replied in the same fashion, three more times he felt the whip. Pulling him by one arm, She brought him up so he was still kneeling on the floor but looking up at Her face as She leaned over him, cupping his chin in Her hand. "I have never failed to get the information I vant. I can see I vill have to use ALL my methods of interrogation on you!" She snarled. Releasing his chin with a jerk that nearly sent him falling forward again, She marched around the back of him and pulled his arms sharply behind his back. She bound his wrists together, and then She bound his arms together at the elbow. A blindfold was whipped across his eyes and then everything went dark... In his blindness, he wondered what She might have in store next - and he wracked his brain in a vail hope he might have some idea what the 'information' was that She was demanding...
The minutes that passed felt more like agonising hours. He knelt patiently, his arms bound behind his back at wrist and elbow and the blindfold blocking out any chance he may have had to see what She was planning for him next. He smelt Her before he felt Her presence; a delicate flowery perfume that always reminded him of Her whenever he smelt it - in the street, shopping, at work. He started in suprise when he felt her hands on his cock, and he felt the familiar cock ring being attached to him. The sound of a click confirmed that She had attached a leash to the ring, and with a tug, he felt himself being pulled to his feet. She didn't mutter a word, just pulled him stumbling up the stair case and then into the bathroom where She pushed him into the shower cubicle and on to his knees again. "Are you going to tell me vat I vant to know?" She asked. Again, he mumbled that he didn't know what it was she wanted. He let out an agonising yelp as he suddenly felt freezing cold water forcefully showering down on him. He struggled in a hopeless attempt to escape the coldness, but to no avail. He gave a sigh of relief when the water went off, and knelt there shivering, remembering the feel of the shower he had taken that morning which had been much MUCH different from this one. A gentle, tender voice whispered into his ear "my poor puppy is suffering. If only you would tell me vat I vant to know, this would all be over...." He couldn't help but sob his reply "tell me what you want and I will comply. Please!" He felt relief at a warm towel being wrapped around his body, probably fresh from the airing cupboard. A gentle kiss was placed on his forehead, and he was pulled out of the shower. On his knees once again on the bathroom floor, She rubbed him vigorously with the towel, like a wet dog, and he began to feel warmth returning to his body. The towel was removing, and he heard a creak as She sat herself on the toilet seat. "Now" She said "tell me vat I vant to know". Feeling relatively normal again, he struggled once more to guess what She could possibly be asking for but ame up with no answers. Hanging his head, he muttered "I am sorry, but I have no answer for you". The sound of Her leaping from Her seat made him jump again and involuntarily cower. "Hands and knees, and crawl this way!" She barked, and tugging him by his cock leash, She pulled him through to the bedroom. "You frustrate me!" She said angrily, untying his bindings "Vy can you not tell me vat I vant to know?".
His relief at having his arms unbound was temporary; She pulled on his arms and mercilessly attached cuffs to his wrists. Dragging him once again across the room, She ulled his arms above his head and attached each wrist to hoops above the door frame, with him facing the door. He knew what was coming next. He knew it was time for the whip...
He could hear the clock ticking on his bedside table, and the floorboards creaking as his Mistress moved around the room. He couldn't help the thoughts that raced through his mind - what information could She want from him? Would She whip him hard? What else whould She do to him?
His thoughts had distracted him, and his skin tingled with delight as he felt Her fingers trail down his spine. They retraced their steps, gradually progressing from a light touch to the scraping of Her nails, which he knew would leave red welts across his back. His body bucked against the door as he received a suprising slash across his backside with Her whip. He had almost forgotten it, and felt foolish. She laughed at his reaction, and he felt another crack across his back. She had let him hold the whip before; kiss it in gratitude after She had given him a good whipping with it. The six long strands were long and thin; She knew how to use them to best effect - causing some pain and some markings, but nothing that ever lasted too long. His back was beginning to sting, and he felt embarrassed when he realised how hard his cock had become, pressed against the door. His agonising moan was no longer a result of the pain of whipping he was receiving, but of the resulting pleasure, the tingling he felt deep within himself. As suddenly as it began, the whipping stopped, and he felt Her warm breath on his shoulder. "You going to tell me vat I vant to hear" She whispered "or do I have to continue?" Her hand was on one of this buttocks, squeezing hard, Her nails digging into the tender flesh. "Please Mistress - Officer. I am yours. I will do - or say - anything you please. I am completely your slave" he whimpered, the words pouring out of him almost without a thought. She stepped back from him, and then he felt the coldness of ice pressed against his hot skin. It soothed the lines where She had whipped him; the melting fluid tricked between his buttocks and he could hear it gently dripping on to the carpet.
Feeling Her unbuckling his wrists, he fell to the floor, kneeling at Her feet. She leaned over and removed his blindfolded; he blinked at the brightness of the light, and marvelled that it was still actually day time. It felt as though an eternity had passed. He dared a look up into her face and saw a flicker of a smile returned to him. Leaning over, she planted a delicate kiss on his forehead. "Now - that wasn't so hard, was it?" She said, speaking once again in her usual English accent. The realisation was slow to come to him, but it finally dawned that the 'information' She had been trying so hard to get from him had simply been his confession of complete submission to Her. She pulled on his leash and tugged him over towards the bed, where She removed Her underwear, sat on the edge and leaned back. "You have been a good boy, and you may take your reward. You may worship me freely - and if you do a good job I will allow you to release yourself." With a nod of Her head, he had approval to move more freely, and without hesitation he crawled towards Her invitating legs and with a mixed sigh of delight, relief, gratitude and joy he set his tongue to work to pleasure his mistress's most sacred place.
He shuffled forward on his knees towards Her opened legs, licking his lips in anticipation and his tongue extending from his mouth as his head tilted down towards Her sacred place. To his astonishment, he felt Her foot place upon his forehead and rapidly push him backwards, forcing him unsucessfully to reach behind him in an attempt to prevent a difficult landing. The thud of his back hitting the floor was accompanied by Her wicked laugh; She stood up from the bed pulling Her skirt back down and hiding that sacred place from him once again. Dropping to Her knees over his torso, She pinned his arms to the floor with Her legs and looked down on him with a mocking expression on Her face.
One of her nails began to trace a pattern down his cheek. "Oh, my silly boy. Did you really think it would be so easy? Did you think you would earn your reward so fast?" She asked in a quiet whisper. "Those words of submission mean nothing if you cannot follow them through..." His arms were beginning to ache, as the pressure of Her legs began to slow his circulation and he shuffled uncomfortably. He didn't know what the appropriate thing was to say, so instead he said nothing at all. With a sly smile, She stood up, a leg on each side of his torso, and Her hands placed authoritively on her hips. Slowly, She began to undo Her grey jacket to reveal a tight black corset that accentuated Her cleavage. She sat back on the bed with Her legs crossed, and placed a foot firmly on his genitals. Her heel began to press gently down on his scrotum.
"Who am I?" She asked, giving a sharp jab on Her heel which made him wince. "My Mistress" he replied, without hesitation. "And who are you?" She said, leaning forward and jabbing Her heel again. "Your submissive; your willing and devoted slave, Mistress" he said. "On your knees!" She barked, getting to Her feet. He awkwardly pulled himself up and knelt before Her, his head bowed and his hands clasped behind his back. She bent down, fiddled with his cock ring, and then he felt a tug and She pulled on the attached leash. Obediently he fell on to all fours and followed her guidance. She leaned over and gave his backside a playful but firm slap that he knew would have left a bright red hand print. As they approached the top of the stairs, Her voice had a definate wicked streak in it as She gave him his next instruction "follow me down the stairs - and don't you dare get up from your hands and knees!" He stared woefully at the looming staircase and wondered how he was meant to achieve this feat without ending in a bundle at the bottom of the steps. His Mistress had set him such a simple but incredibly difficult task! He stared at Her shapely legs as She slowly descended, turning to look at him briefly as She reached the bottom and then disapeared into the living room. He gavea deep sigh, and with the ginger touch of a kitten reaching out to touch a pool of water for the first time, he placed one hand on the first step....
