The Story of One Evening

Kneeling in the hallway with my hands clasped behind my back and my legs tied, I waited for my mistress to return. The rather cool streams of air coming from the open window enveloped my naked body and made me shiver from the cold. But was it only from the cold that I trembled... No. I was afraid of my mistress's return. Her strictness and complete indifference towards me frighten me. She doesn't pity me one bit and torments me as she pleases, whether for pleasure or trying to prove to me that I am just a pathetic slave, which I know perfectly well. But that is my mistress. And every protest I raise is punished very severely. She does not spare the blows, delivering them as

hard as possible, forcing me to endure, holding back my screams, because every sound I make during the punishment results in five more blows, harder and more painful than the first.

The sound of the door opening was heard. I tensed up, trying to suppress the trembling. She enters. I instantly throw myself at her feet and begin kissing her shoes, fearing my mistress's displeasure.

 — Enough! — she commanded, kicking me in the chin with the foot whose shoe I was kissing. — Quickly, take off my shoes!

I instantly grabbed the edge of her shoe with my teeth and began pulling it off my mistress's foot, then did the same with the second shoe.

The mistress walked into the living room, ordering me to crawl after her. I obeyed. Although I was forbidden to raise my eyes above her knees, I still broke this rule and glanced after my departing owner. She was wearing a short black dress, and her legs were shining in red stockings, which I had washed for her last night. But at that moment she suddenly turned around, as if knowing I was looking at her. I became scared.

 — What do you think you're doing, scum! — she shouted, and kicked me in the balls with her foot.

At that moment I wanted to scream, but only grimaced in pain and quietly said:

 — I'm sorry, mistress, I won't do it again.

She turned around and continued walking to the living room. I, holding back the pain, crawled after her.

In the living room, she comfortably settled on the sofa and spread her legs, pointing at her pussy with her finger. I instantly rushed to her clit and began licking, giving pleasure to my owner, which I, as a slave, am forbidden to receive. And for every attempt to pleasure myself with my hand, I face harsh punishment.

I tried to give my mistress as much pleasure as possible, fearing that I might not satisfy her, for which I could instantly receive another kick to the balls. My tongue began working more intensely, making the owner scream with pleasure and ultimately shriek at the moment of orgasm.

Satisfied, the mistress grabbed me by the hair, lifted my head, and looked into my eyes. Then she slapped me and kicked me in the stomach with her foot. I fell.

 — Get up, you bitch! — she ordered.

I obeyed, getting up from the floor and kneeling.

 — What's wrong with you, whore, working your tongue so poorly!?

I didn't know what to answer. After all, every word spoken incorrectly, in the mistress's opinion, leads to punishment.

 — I'm sorry, mistress, I will improve, — I said.

Another slap.

 — I'm not asking you whether you'll improve or not! — she snapped. — I'm asking why you worked your tongue so poorly!

I didn't know what to answer and only silently looked down.

She grabbed the whip lying next to her on the sofa, ordered me to present my ass, and began beating me, not sparing any effort. And all I could do was endure, regretting that I still couldn't properly satisfy my mistress. In total, she delivered about fifty blows, from which my butt burned with pain.

 — Well, scum, will you work your tongue better? — she asked.

 — Yes, mistress, — I answered.

She smirked with satisfaction, then sat back on the sofa, took off her stockings, and placed her feet on the ottoman.

 — Let's see how you'll work better, — she smirked. — Lick, quickly!

I instantly rushed to her feet and began licking her soles, heels, every toe, just to satisfy her whim. I tried my best, inhaling the scent of her feet and licking away the smell of sweat, which brought me immense humiliation. But this time too, my mistress was not satisfied with my caresses. With a sharp kick to my mouth with her foot, she made me fall to the floor, from which I instantly got up.

 — Scum, you deceived me! — she shouted. — You said you'd work your tongue better, but in reality... !

I cringed, preparing to get hit in the balls. But the blow didn't come. But when I relaxed, several kicks from her foot rained down on my testicles, from which I collapsed on the floor, enduring the pain.

 — On your knees! — she ordered.

I got up, trembling with pain.

 — New attempt — she said. — Lie down with your head on the sofa!

I obeyed, placing my head on the sofa, face up. The next moment, the mistress's ass sat on my face and I began licking her anal hole, trying to please my mistress and not earn another punishment, which was unlikely, because I understood that she simply wanted to torment me.

About ten minutes passed. The mistress lifted her ass.

 — Open your mouth, scum! — she commanded.

I instantly opened my mouth, where a stream of warm urine flowed, which I drank without spilling a drop. The mistress got off my face and, grabbing me by the hair, dragged my head off the sofa and put me on my knees. Then she took her stockings and stuffed them into my mouth.

 — Well, whore! — she said disapprovingly. — Poorly!

I trembled, understanding that punishment was coming now. And at that moment, a multitude of kicks from her foot rained down on me. I fell, but she continued to beat me.

 — On all fours! — she ordered.

I got up.

A huge strap-on entered my ass, which, without lube, began tearing my ass apart, making me flinch with every thrust.

After this execution, the mistress went to have dinner, leaving me kneeling and waiting for her return, which, I think, brings new torments.