Card Game

Esteemed Madam,

The slave cannot help being surprised once again by Your inventiveness and skill.

Even more surprising was the emergence of Your Inner Beast, the consumate Sadist that needs to devour slave flesh and make it suffer for Your pleasure!

I knew, or at least suspected why I had been told to bring a deck of cards when I reported to You.

Little did I suspect that You would add Your own unique twists to “playing cards” with a superb Domina!

You pinned me flat to the wall with my fingers, forehead and nose desperately pressing the cards against the surface and Your soft voice commanding me to hold them in place, or else there would be consequences!

I then knew that this was going to be a test of Obedience to Your will!

I heard You rummaging through the equipment and I heard the familiar whistle of the cane, but even though I was already trembling, I believed that You would proceed with Your standard “warm-up”.

Then the order – Stick those cheeks OUT!

I strained to hold the cards in place and present my soft cheeks as required.

Little did I know until blinding agony exploded across my buttocks that this was a session for Your amusement and there would be NO warm-up!

The cane etched a red-hot bar of pure agony across my cheeks and through the pain I heard You chuckle sadistically as inevitably I dropped one of the cards – a jack!

Then another soft chuckle – “I have a unique counting system slave. The jack costs 3 lashes, the ace 4 lashes, the king 5 lashes and of course THE QUEEN is going to cost you 8 lashes.”

Fear welled up in me as I heard Your next words – “Sentence will proceed immediately! Stick your arse OUT!”

Through the fear I strained outwards from the hips and inward with my fingers and head. Three times the cane screeched through the air as I desperately tried to maintain position and obey Your Imperious Order. The cane lashed viciously drawing three more brutal welts accompanied by my screams as the pain lashed through me and bounced in my brain. I felt my buttocks clench and twist to ease the pain when softly You held up another card I had dropped – another jack slave!

I quaked in fear as Your cane etched 3 more brutal welts across my outstretched buttocks, screaming all the while as You disciplined the slave – “Obey Me slave, we have a long way to go, you have dropped three more cards!”

This time however You sprang another surprise as I was told to kneel and kiss Your feet.

I was befuddled as You told me to kneel on all fours. I had not realised that You had scored the cards and You would now exact punishment. I knew that I would not get off lightly because I had dropped several cards and could already hear the cane in my mind!

Then brutal pain – and Your evil chuckles as You punished me! But something was missing – No whistling of Your cane! Just pain and Your voice telling me – “Hold position, there are other ways to punish a slave than caning him.”

Stroke after stroke of a hard leather “sole” bit into my soft cheeks, reducing me to tears, Your voice berating me for disobedience and poor performance at the task You had set!

And at last – Your command to apologize. I grovelled at Your feet blubbering – Sorry Madam...Sorry...Sorry, hoping deep inside me that at last my punishment was over! But no!

You decided to drive Your message home cruelly...The beating continued, blazing more and more heat into my defenseless buttocks!

Then deliverance as You softly chuckled and led me out of the place of pain and offered me an ice-pack to sit on! Your eyes were twinkling with mirth and in my mind I could see Your Inner Beast licking its lips...satiated – having stilled its hunger!

Madam, the slave salutes You and thanks You.

He salutes You for Your skill, ruthlessness and cruelty!

But more than that...slave has seen Your Inner Beast, the enjoyment You were getting from feeding on the slave’s suffering!

Thank You for showing the slave this side of You! I am greatly honoured to have seen The Beast!

slave x