But what really caught my eye was that her long auburn hair that either hung loose almost to the waist or was tied high on her head for the hunts had undergone a transformation. Now cut very much shorter it neatly framed her head in a bob style that I had never seen worn before by any woman. It lent her a rather more severe appearance commensurate with her statement of the previous evening that I should expect absolutely no let up in the punishment regime that I knew satisfied her lust to inflict pain on what she clearly regarded as a mere male.
Considering what she had said to me at the time of my surrender after the last hunt the thought chilled me to the bone, our relationship was about to enter another phase. I was the moth drawn inexorably towards the flame. She picked up her gloves from the table and wriggled long, slim fingers into them. Smoothing the leather that extended above the wrists she turned on a pointed heel. “Follow me slave!”
Striding from the great hall with me scuttling along behind she headed for the destination that I knew and feared. I was about to receive the punishment deferred from the previous night, something that I had absolutely no doubt had been going through her mind over the previous hours. I considered that it might not be entirely fair on me, having surrendered when I could have escaped, but this was not about fairness. It was only about my mistress’ pleasure, pleasure that was derived from inflicting pain on me. That was the situation that I had come to accept, acknowledging also that her payment of more than a thousand Reals gave her the right to do with me as she saw fit.
What confronted me on entering the dungeon however struck fear into me in a way that nothing that had gone on between us before had come close to. The stone ceiling of the chamber curved away upwards into a vaulted arch. Suspended from the highest point an iron hook now hung on chains connected to a pulley system. In my youth I had briefly worked for a butcher who had used a similar device for the slaughter of animals.
My blood ran cold as she ordered me to sit on the floor directly beneath the dangling hook. I have no idea as to whether this was intention psychological torture, but from what I have come to know of my mistress since I think it probably was. She possesses a streak of cold ruthlessness not encountered in any other woman I have ever known. After allowing me to contemplate this for a minute, clearly seeing the fear in my eyes, she spoke.
“Oh don’t worry, I have no intention of slitting the throat of a thousand Real slave.”
She paused for a moment.
“Actually, forget that about not worrying.”
A cruel smile played momentarily on her lips as she crossed to the table where what looked like some leather straps were laid out in readiness. She picked one up.
“I had my saddler make these for me. I think that they should be very effective.”
She buckled my ankles into some wide leather cuffs. Others ran at right angles beneath the soles of my feet, rather like stirrups. These had metal rings attached. A steel bar was fitted to the hook that dangled from the ceiling, my ankles clipped to it. There was a rattle of chains as the process of lifting me bodily from the floor commenced. I felt myself being hauled higher and higher until my head eventually rose from the floor, my whole body now suspended in mid air, slowly twisting to and fro. I was by now quite used to being secured to the cross but this conveyed a feeling of even greater helplessness. A wide leather belt was strapped around my waist with cuffs attached to which my wrists were quickly securely bound.
I took in the picture of this strange, upside down world. Lady Athelnia’s fantastic boots appeared in my sightline and I felt the harness that had confined my cock and balls for the past month being unlocked and removed. My swollen and erect penis now free stood out horizontally from my body. I groaned with both pleasure and frustration as her leather gloved fingers caressed the shaft and danced briefly across the head. her laughter rang out across the chamber.
“I suppose that you would like me to allow you to cum?”
Once more I felt the soft touch of leather against my most sensitive parts. Her fingers ran across the head once more, teasing me until I thought that it was inevitable that a thick skein of gooey seed would spurt from me like an erupting geyser spraying my hot cum through the air to splatter across the dungeon floor.
“But that isn’t why we are here today.”
Her touch ceased and I watched her boots recede towards the small iron brazier that I had assumed had the purpose of dispelling the chill of the subterranean dungeon air. She appeared to be poking it
Then I saw it in her hand. Its tip glowed a deep, fiery red. An “A” contained within a circle of metal. A branding iron like those used to mark cattle to signify ownership. The boots moved closer and I felt the heat as the iron hovered close enough to my skin to make me flinch.
“Your actions last night, which I greatly appreciated, showed your willingness to accept my authority over you. despite having the opportunity to regain your freedom you choose to remain my slave.. Your reward for making that decision will be this. You will forever carry the mark of your mistress on your body, the mark of my ownership.”
To be continued
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