The slave with a slave.(2)

Your wish to have me and Pari to your disposition tonight is unfortunately not feasible, because I need Pari for my basement-whore and a few other things.

So the slave will fail and will be punished.

Unfortunately, this happens to every slave, and even more often at the beginning.

I will make the best of my experience as a slave and all its nuances.

Punishment is just as much a part of it as the excitement of being humiliated and used.

I just hope the choking games get boring to you in the long run so that I can really enjoy everything. Every time I brought tears to my slave’s beautiful face, I was curious about the feeling that accompanied the tears.

Did she hate me, did she desire me, did she seek revenge, or was it just pure pleasure for her to submit completely to my will.

Fear is pain arising from the anticipation of evil.

My fascination with exercising absolute power over another person is only surpassed by the need to have the strength to submit unconditionally to another person.

I have already achieved and mastered the first part of the equation several times.

Time for the second.

I take the car and drive quickly to the house. You won’t leave the house, so you won’t even notice.

Pari waits as usual and looks at me with her beautiful eyes. She flinches slightly when she notices the marks still visible on my face, but she is smart enough not to ask anything.

“Cut me some cucumber peels and put them on my face,” I say and lie down on the bed. When she returns and tends to my reddened face, I let her tell me about my basement slave.

The men have been rough on her, and Pari offers me the video, but I don’t want to see it now. I have to take care of it, of course, but right now I have an idea that will fulfill both my master’s wishes and my duties.

“Soak the light whip in blood ointment. I will need it. Then prepare the basement-cunt down there for a trip. Clean her. Anal too. I want her clean. Then I need a mask without eyes and a dog leash.”

“Yes, Mistress,” says Pari because she knows I can’t see her through the cucumber slices on my eyes.

“But first, I want you here. Undress and bring the nipple clamps. The weak ones and the strong ones.”

Pari is unsettled because she has seen the marks on my face. I have to reassure her and make it clear that everything is as it should be.

She is the perfect slave, but sometimes it is hard to maintain the distance between us.  Her astonished look on my face alone would justify a punishment. She has nothing to be surprised about. Her job is to serve and obey. Now she expects to be punished. 

But I would not be a good mistress if my slaves knew what to expect and could prepare themselves for it. 

The fact that they recognize their mistakes does not mean that they will not be punished for them. 

What I enjoy is surprising them. 

The way I punish my slaves is my decision alone.