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"To begin your training Jamie, we are going to start with small tasks. Each task must be completed in full with no commentary from you. Any task that is not performed to my standards will result in punishment. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes Ma'am."
"I think I have been fairly easy on you thus far, would you agree?"
"Yes Ma'am."
"It stops now. Be sure to think twice about your actions and comments because I will not tolerate disobedience in my dungeon. I will not hesitate to treat you like a child if your behavior resembles that of a child."
I was still standing against the couch, blindfolded and handcuffed. As she spoke to me, she walked around behind me, touching my mid-drift, thighs, shoulders, and stroking my hair. She took my leash in her hand, "follow the tug of your leash." I followed Her carefully, and cautiously. I remembered all of that equipment, and wondered where we were heading.
"Stop."
I stopped in my tracks. Something sturdy, yet thin was caressing my shoulder. It felt like a small flogger, or a prod of some sorts. She sat the flogger down on my shoulder blade with little or no force. She traced it on my neckline, and up to the bottom of my chin. She used it to push my chin up until my chin was facing the ceiling. She brought it down to my shoulder, down my shoulder blade, along the side of my stomach, over my buttocks, down my thigh, straight down my calf, then back up again. She repeated this on the other side of my body. Only when she was coming back up the right side of my body, she stopped at my thigh. The implement moved from the back of my thigh to the inside of my thigh. We had discussed that my private area would be off limits. I was getting nervous now.
"Spread your legs."
I was a little apprehensive, and wondered if she remembered this important detail.
"Ah hem." She cleared Her throat, and at that, I reluctantly spread my legs.
She teased the prodder up my right thigh, underneath my shorts, all the way up to where the thigh and nether regions meet. She moved it back and forth at Her leisure. She moved it to the other thigh, and repeated her movements. I didn't enjoy this close encounter. For me, sex and scene are two separate things. A climax was not something either of us was after. Without notice, she removed it from my thigh. I was quite relieved, and put my legs back together, grateful to be free of that compromising position.
"You are a very disobedient thing. I can see that training you will take a lot of time. Again, when I give an order, I expect you to follow direction thoroughly and without hesitation...and who gave you permission to move your legs?"
"I thought that you were done so I just thought that..."
"ouuuuuch!" I felt the stinging sensation across the back of my thighs.
"First of all, you hesitated when I gave an order. Secondly, you moved your legs when you did not have permission to do so. And last, but certainly not least, you did not address Me appropriately. I know this is your first time Jamie, but I expect that you can at least follow simple directions. Those are three acts of pure insolence. What did I tell you about your behavior?"
"Yes Ma'am." I didn't know what else to say...was I really supposed to say that I was acting like a child?
"No, I asked you a question, and I want an answer...now!" She struck my lower thighs with the flogger again...
"My disobedience and insolence would not be tolerated Ma'am."
"Good girl."
She picked my leash up again and tugged. I followed Her again until she told me to stop. She removed my blindfold. I was standing to the side of a stainless steel table. She walked away towards the closet and returned with a blanket. She placed a blanket across the table. For this I was thankful. That table would have been very cold against my almost naked body.
"Get onto the table and lie on your stomach."
I attempted several times to get my body onto the table without the use of my cuffed hands behind my back. She stood idly by and watched. I was getting frustrated. On my final attempt, she helped me to attain this goal by firmly holding my arm and giving a push. I positioned myself on the table as she requested, hands still cuffed behind my back. The table had an opening where the face could rest, much like that of a massage table. "All I need now is a drool bucket," I mused to myself, or so I thought.
"Jamie, I am very disappointed in your behavior thus far. You have come to me for training, and that is exactly what I am going to provide. With each stroke of this flogger, I want to hear nothing other than you counting the stroke number. Is that clear?"
The sound of her voice was not as soft and kind as it was a moment ago. Her patience was wearing thin. She was used to working with at least semi-trained subs, and I was obviously not one of them. Her voice was now stern. My heart pounded in fear. She tied a rope to my handcuffs, and then pulled it through a loop that was above my head. She pulled the rope, which in turn, pulled my cuffed hands up my back. When she figured she head successfully positioned my arms just how she wanted, she tied the rope in place. My arms were hurting, but I was in no position to protest at this point.
"Yes Ma'am."
She teased the flogger again on my upper thigh. I restrained myself from moving in any way; afraid to heighten the strength of her wrath. She moved the flogger in between my thighs again, just missing that spot each time. She traced it down my left leg, and stopped on my foot. Without notice;
"Whack." It hit the middle of my foot with vengeance. Sears of pain shot through my foot.
"One Ma'am."
"Whack." The next administered to my foot again.
"Two Ma'am."
"Whack." This one was delivered to my calf.
"OWWWW, three Ma'am." The pain was a pain I had never felt before, yet was something that I was able to withstand thus far.
The blows continued, bringing an arsenal of pain to my upper thighs, my lower back, my feet, and across my ass.
"Twenty-nine Ma'am."
The final blow was delivered to my ass, and seemed quite harder than the rest had been. I had already began to feel defeated in a sense, but wasn't quite sure I was ready to throw in the towel just yet. By this time, my face was buried in front of me, trying not to scream out in pain. I didn't want to disappoint any further. She placed the flogger on a small table nearby. I felt relieved that she no longer had it in her hands. She traced my body with her hand, going over all of the parts of my body that had withstood her attack. Her warm touch felt very reassuring.
"You did quite well Jamie."
"Thank you Ma'am."
She untied the rope that was binding my arms, and with her hand guiding my arm, helped me to get off of the table. As I stood there, I realized my knees were weak, wobbly.
"On your knees."
I quickly got down on my knees with her help. She stood directly in front of me. I had a perfect view of her mid thigh high stilettos.
"Do you know why you were punished Jamie?"
"Yes Ma'am."
"Tell me."
"I was insolent Ma'am."
"You were punished because you moved your legs without permission and you did not address me correctly. That was pure disobedience. You will be further punished for your hesitance to spread your legs. That was pure insolence, and again, is not tolerated. Do I make myself clear?"
I could feel warmth spread over my body. I could imagine her dagger eyes looking at me as she spoke; her stern voice as it penetrated my being. I could do nothing but kneel there and take it.
"Yes Ma'am."
She knelt down on the right side of my body and un-cuffed my hands, then stood up again. My face was red with embarrassment. She tugged on my leash and again I followed on my knees.
As we walked around the dungeon, I got a good look at all of the tables, slings, padded materials, swings, ropes, etc. We were heading towards one of the corners of the dungeon. There in the corner was something very tall that I was unable to make out. There was some type of silky looking material draped over top of it. She let go of my leash and walked over to it; "stay." She lifted the material away from what was just a mere shape to me a few seconds ago to unveil a 7-foot high cage. It seemed to be about 1.5ftx1.5ft...it was extremely small. The cage appeared to be comprised of steel. Pure steel. My body shivered at the thought of how cold it must be. She pulled a key out of her pocket, and unlocked a padlock that was holding it shut.
"Stand up."
I quickly rose to my feet and stood there in shock.
"She doesn't expect me to get into this cage does she? I can't get into a cage. I am not an animal. This is crazy. I won't do it, I just won't. I will put my clothes on and leave this place right now." I thought to myself.
She walked to my left side and took my arm in her hand. She guided me into the cage, into the left utmost corner of it, and I did not resist one bit. I knew I was already going to be punished for my insolence-did I really want to compile these punishments? My aching body and prideful mind were warring with each other.
"On your knees, hands up above your head." She demanded.
I dropped to my knees, allowing my aching body to give in. Luckily the cage was lightly padded. I put my arms up as she had instructed. She leaned in against me and placed a leather mitten over my left hand. She then locked it onto the bars of the cage above my head. She repeated this action with my right hand.
"Do not, under any circumstances, sit down. You are to remain on your knees, is that understood?"
"Y-y-yes Ma'am."
I was quickly feeling very repentant for my behavior at this point...but it was too late. The blindfold was placed firmly in place over my eyes once again...I was again without sight, and without the use of my hands...This was proving to be the longest 2 hours of my life...
END PART 3