The Diary of the Mistress
Training
of the Pet
©by
shadowJewel 2000
I had secured the room in the Clift Hotel for several
nights. It was time I spent some
time with my Pet. Like I said, his
training had become lax and he had begun to take for granted I would ignore
certain behaviors he was beginning to display.
He had taken upon himself that he was the one to initiate sex.
He would definitely have to be retrained on this point.
The night with Phyllis was only the beginning of the training.
I knew he had to be retrained in all areas of obedience.
This morning the retraining would begin in earnest and last all day, both
privately and in public.
Pet slept late.
This was an unforgivable transgression.
His standing orders were that he was to be kneeling at my bedside with
coffee waiting when I awoke. And a hot bath was to be drawn and ready.
He was still sleeping next to me when I awoke.
Not only that, in his sleep he was massaging a firm erection, a smile
spread across his face. He rolled
onto his side and reached for where I lay….
I first slipped the penis cage onto his
erection and secured it around his balls. In
his sleep he let forth a moan of pleasure.
He was now trapped in an erection that would neither be relieved by going
down and be aggravated and enlarged by constant stimulation by the inside walls
of the cage. It was locked.
When his hand once more wandered toward his manhood to relieve himself,
he startled himself awake. Wide
eyes looked at me. He knew the
little punishment cage and the agonies it could inflict upon him for hours at a
time. Intense agony would accompany
any further engorgement of his member; bindings would not allow him to relieve
his current arousal.
“Mistress? Why?” he managed.
”Where are you supposed to be at this moment?” was all I responded.
”I thought…after last night…I slept so hard…”
I smiled. “Oh, yes, you were
hard. Both last night and this
morning. Not only that, but you
seem, even in your sleep, to assume you may take some liberties.”
”But, Mistress….” His eyes
pleaded. It was a pleading I
ignored. Standing above him I began
to play with myself. I always did
enjoy the helplessness of his being caged.
I spread the lips and slid a finger inside.
Circling the clit, I played with it until the tight little bud poked
itself forward from under the hood. Over
and over again I caressed the bud, moaned as it became aroused.
Finally, with a thumb still on the bud, I slid first one finger and then
two into my web canal. All the
while I held eye contact with my pet. He
saw the arousal in me. Every once
in a while his eyes wandered to my ever-widening lips and growing pearl.
Over and over again I massaged myself to an orgasm.
With each one my Pet grew a little larger within his cage until at last
he moaned with the pleasurable pain that was being inflicted upon him.
I knew at this moment movement would be difficult for him.
”Now, Pet, isn’t it time you performed your morning duties?”
Suppressing a smile, I watched as he moved from the bed.
Each step brought forth a suppressed groan.
I crawled back into the enormous bed and as my Pet completed his morning
duties, brought myself to an orgasmic high that allowed me to scream my
satisfaction of release, sounds I knew would further arouse the recalcitrant
Pet. Satisfied smiles accompanied
my return to the nether world, which is neither sleep nor waking.
Only when I could smell the delicious aroma of the coffee did I again wake.
Pet was in his customary position. He
was kneeling next to the bed, holding the gift of morning coffee.
Only this morning, I could see him shifting from one knee to another,
like a young stud trying to get away from the arousal he feels and trying to
hide his discomfort, but not doing too well, from those around him.
He dared not touch himself…the cage would not allow that.
I would not allow that. And
the dreaded cage would further increase his discomfort if he dared grow any
larger.
But I was not so benevolent this morning. After
taking the cup of coffee and enjoying its contents, I reached my hand between
the legs of my Pet and massaged his trapped balls.
Moans of pain and pleasure came from my Pet.
He could no longer hold himself erect found himself on his hands and
knees beside the bed.
I rolled over on my belly and played with the butt plug Pet always wore.
He was never without one. He
moaned even louder as I pumped him with it.
Finally he broke his silence and begged.
”Please, Mistress.”
”Please, what, Pet?”
”Oh, please, Mistress. Please
release me. Please let me relieve
myself.”
”Speak plainly, Pet. I don’t
know what you are asking for,” I
smiled wickedly in mock ignorance. I
know that begging for sexual release is hard for my Pet, even after all these
years.
“Please, Mistress, please, let me
come.”
”Oh, and just how do you want to come? Be
specific and I might consider your request.”
”Please, Mistress, let me come inside you.
I want to feel the warmth of your canal as I slide into it.
I want to feel the tightening of the walls around me as I pump inside
you. I want to feel you rise to
receive me.”
“It seems that all you have in mind is
your own pleasures,”
”Oh, no Mistress. Please.
This is not for my pleasure. I
want you to experience the joy of an orgasm.
I want you to have several. I
want to release my hardness into you for your fulfillment.
Please Mistress, please, let me give you the pleasure you deserve.
Please, Mistress, let me love you as you deserve.”
”Before I decide, do you know why you are being punished this way?”
”Yes, Mistress.” He bowed his
head and buried his eyes in the covers of the bed.
”Stand up and tell me.” I ordered.
I lay back and watched as Pet struggled to his feet. The heaviness between his legs obviously made the task much
harder. Maliciously I lay one
finger on the edge of the odious cage and pressed down.
My Pet performed admirably. He
grimaced, but did not cry out.
”Mistress, I have been remiss in my duties.
I have not been prepared for your morning rituals.
Not only that, I have been aggressive lately.
I have not waited for your invitations.
Please, Mistress, forgive me. I
will do better. I promise.
I lay there for a few moments. I
could feel the tensions rising in my Pet, not to mention to size of his shaft.
“I do think that you shall stay bound for a while longer this morning.
Prepare the bath, and we shall see what happens there.”
Pet made his way into the oversized bathroom in the hotel suite.
The tub was more of a spa. I
wandered in naked. Taking Pet’s
hand, I slid into the warm tub and pulled him in beside me.
He performed the morning tasks of soaping my entire body and washing my
hair. I know these tasks arouse
him. From time to time a groan
slipped from his lips. At this time
I chose to ignore them. I knew that
the little penis cage was doing its job and let the punishment remain at that.
When he had finished bathing me, I reached for the key I had hidden in the bath
and unlocked the little cage. Relief
flooded into Pet’s eyes. He
started to rise from the bath and retreat to his private place.
”No. You are to remain here.
If you wish release, I will witness it.”
One more humiliation for my pet. “Yes,
Mistress. Here?
In the bath?”
“Oh, yes, Pet.
Right here and now. You have
exactly one minute to find the release you so desperately begged for.”
I watched as Pet began to slide his hand up and down the tender skin of his
penis. Between the pain of his
imprisonment and the pleasure allowed by his release the emotions flashed across
his face. Faster and faster he
rubbed. Just as a silver drop
appeared at the head of his penis I ordered, “Stop!”
”Mistress?” But he did stop.
I could see the agony of interruption in his eyes.
I moved toward him. I took
the slick member and slide it into the wetness of myself.
Relief flooded his face. But
he dared not move. Slowly I moved
upon him, riding his erection gently at first and then more and more violently. Finally he found his release.
A growl welled up inside him. From
the center of his being I could feel its rumble.
It grew and upon achieving the sexual release he so desperately needed, a
scream, primal and animalistic, erupted from his lips as he spilled his come
into my waiting womanhood. Over and
over again he spurted warmth into me until all that had been dammed for hours
had been drained.
Drained by the exhaustion of denial and release, Pet sank to his knees in the
warmth of the bath. “Mistress,
thank you. Thank you for teaching
me the pleasures of denial and the rewards of release. Mistress, thank you for teaching me to worship and love you
as you deserve.”
”Yes, Pet, I do love you.” I murmured as I ran my hands through the dampness
of his hair. There would be other
punishments this day. Some would be
public, others private. But the
first lesson had been taught this morning.
