A Day at the Zoo - Sex Stories

A Day at the Zoo

"Up," said my Master, coldly. He was obviously very angry with me. This was never good. He dragged me by the dog collar around my neck from the small closet that passed for my bedroom. "You will be punished," he continued, "for your behavior last evening." Last evening, I thought, what could I have possibly done to piss him off last evening. "I have never been so embarrassed by a slave of mine, and I will teach you, today, why I will never be embarrassed again." Ouch, he grabbed my nipple and pinched, hard. "You may speak, slave." "What have I done to displease you, Master," I asked meekly. I was careful to look down as I asked this question. He grabbed my chin roughly and looked into my eyes. "You do not know, slave?" His eyes were dangerous. I wished to hell I knew so I could tell him. With tears in my eyes, I shook my head no. "Well, slave, last night when my friends were here, I saw you looking at Madame Dominique with LUST." He slapped me in my face as he said this. I opened my mouth as if to answer, but I had not been given permission to speak. He glared at me, grabbed my already sore nipple, and twisted as hard as he could. "Will you deny it, slave?" "Will you look at your Master and lie to his face?" It would be futile to do so, so I shook my head. He took me to the torture area leading me by my collar, walking quickly. Arms stretched above me head, he attached the manacles to my hands, and then to my feel so I was standing very uncomfortably, chained, naked, and ...

... frightened. "Now, slave, I am going to beat you. I will hit you on your back, and buttocks fifty times, while you count. If before you hit fifty times, you move or cry out, I will start over, and go to one hundred times. If you are unable to be still for one hundred times, I will start over and go to two hundred and fifty times, then five hundred. Do you understand, you naughty little bitch?" "Yes, Master." I answered. I could handle fifty times, right. Obviously I am a bit masochistic, or I wouldn't be a slave to my sadistic Master. I have been beaten before. He went straight for the bull whip. I have been beaten before, yes, but not fifty times with a bull whip. One! Two! Three! Four, Thirty-Three... I made it to Forty- Two before He hit me so hard it made me jump. I saw my master smile. "You know that we are going to start over and go to 100 times, right slave?" "Yes, Master." I replied. He then grabbed the thin cane. I have never been able to submit to the thin cane for more than ten times without crying out. He knows this. He knows I will not be able to do this. One! Two! Nine! Thirteen! Forty-seven! Eighty-nine. By this time I was begging, crying, unable to stand. My Master simply un-manacled my arms, bent me over my punishment bar, and manacled me to it, ass exposed. He took off his own belt. Whap, Whap, Whap, 233 times, until my ass was welted, bruised and bleeding, and I passed out from the pain. When I woke I felt cool ice being rubbed on my bottom. Ah, my Master had ...