Date: Sat, 7 Jun 2008 0:28:11 -0700
From: bamaboi2serve <bamaboi2serve@charter.net>
Subject: SUB-student, adendum Part 2
SUB-student, Addendum, Part 2
bamaboi2serve@charter.net
(finally, the finale.)
When he finished his cleaning, the boi climbed the stairs from the
dungeon and came to the living room, standing in presentation form at the
doorway.
I was sitting on my couch, and had watched him shower and shave and
clean. There was still ample evidence of his punishments, red places on his
ass, some marks on his hands and face too.
I knew he wanted to talk, and I knew he would not without
permission. While I was tempted to simply order him to dress and leave, I
decided to allow him to say what was on his mind.
"Speak, bitch!"
His words tumbled out in a rush. "Sir, I am SO sorry...I never wanted to
do anything to go against you. I know I was wrong to join them in abusing
you. PLEASE let me remain as you boy!"
I let his words hang in the air for a while. HE had been a good boi up
till that Jeff crap. It did seem a waste to toss him out. Yet if her was
going to win his position back..."
"Slut. Get your skanky slave body over here and in position for a
spanking. Now!"
He rushed over and lay across my knees, his hands touching the floor,
supporting him in front, his toes just barely touching the floor on the
other side. That placed his already red ass in front of me. His cock and
balls hung down between my legs, swinging with each movement. From the
table next to my chair I picked up a wood hairbrush.
"If you can accept the rest of your punishment like a man, if you can
convince me that I will NEVER again be embarrassed by having you move
outside your role as a punk slave bitch, then maybe, just MAYBE I will keep
you on. Now count and don't miss any!
I started with his left cheek ("ONE, SIR!), spanking with the wooded
side of the brush. Each contact produced a loud smacking sound ("TWO
SIR!"). He knew how important this was. Over and over, smack ("TEN SIR!),
smack, smack! From one cheek to the other...his spanking lasted ten, maybe
fifteen minutes, and he was in tears at the end, his ass taking on a new
hot red hue. I lay my hand on the red mounds and could again feel the heat
rising. I was pleased to notice he had managed to shave the hair from
around his hole.
I grabbed his arms and lifted him into a standing position. He was
sobbing still, but said nothing and kept his eyes averted.
I led him over to the St. Andrews Cross and he automatically put his
arms and legs in position to be secured to the X-shaped device.
I used the leather restraints to tie him, stretching him taut. I could
tell he was trying to keep his ass from making contact with that part of
the cross, sore as he was from the spanking, But I had him tied so tight it
was a loosing battle.
From a cabinet, I grabbed a bright pink ball gag and put it into his
mouth. I wasn't in the mood for any slave begging, and I knew he would want
to say something about what was to come. I added a leather blindfold that
pressed balls of foam against his eyes, blocking out all of the little
light in the dungeon.
Two things left: I added a pair of Japanese "clover" tit clamps to keep
his tits sticking out physically AND mentally. And then I attached a
parachute ball separator to his balls. It had a series of chains hanging
below and onto them I attached a series of weights, five pounds in all. I
could see the blue veins in his sack as the weight pulled it down toward
the floor. I pushed against the weights, letting them swing back and forth,
pulling the boi's marbles along with them.
Although I wasn't laying a hand on him, he was experiencing pain and
punishment all across his body. And, of course, he was still turned on, his
cock pointing out and up away form his shaved crotch. I went up to him and
got right next to his ear. It was final lecture time.
"Slut...I know you are hurting right now, and I want you to channel that
pain into the place in your brain where you somehow thought it was ok to
force ME to be below you. To require ME to blow you. To raise your
worthless slave self to a position even a millionth of an inch higher than
ME!"
With the end of each sentence, I spat on bois face.
"You came SO close to ending up on the street, a slave in search of a
Master. You need to be on the floor groveling when I let you loose, willing
to do ANYTHING for me!"
I pushed the weights sharply, setting them swinging, and pulled on the
tit clamps chain for added emphasis.
"I have decided to give you ONE MORE CHANCE, bitch. ONE MORE! But if you
EVER fail to obey me, if you even THINK about doing something that makes
you appear to be superior to me, I will finish your service to me so fast
you'll be on a corner begging men to abuse you!"
Since he was gagged, boi couldn't respond even if he had permission to
do so, but he was crying and moaning. It was clear he had learned his
lesson.
"I'll be back in a few hours. Be comfortable bitch!" I told him as I
turned off the lights, reduced the Air Conditioning to let him sweat some
more, and went upstairs to my living room. The infer-red camera allowed to
me to monitor him from upstairs. I watched a few TV shows, ate some dinner,
and relaxed. I was confident boi was back in the place he was destined to
be...a slave in body and spirit. He had accepted his pounding punishment
and acknowledged his mistakes.
Just before midnight I went downstairs and removed the various
implements attached to him, taking him off the cross. He fell to knees and
immediately started licking my bare feet. I attached a leash to his collar
and led him to a cage in the corner, He willingly got in. I placed a bowl
of dog food next to the cage where he could reach it and pissed into a
plastic cup. He was set for the night. I turned out the lights and went
upstairs to sleep, satisfied that he was back as my boi.
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I hope you liked the addendum! It was inspired trhough the cybermastering
supervision of Master Lavers, and i am subordinately grateful to him for
his superior supervision. On now to the next story.
Bamaboi2serve@charter.net