Todds Mistress wants to do something different tonight -- she wants to play checkers. A simple parlor game. But for each square Todd moves forward, he must endure a punishment; and for each square She moves, he must pleasure Her -- with his tongue, with his fingers... because, of course, his cock is all locked up. But if he can win, Mistress may release him from chastity -- for a while!
Mistress Elizabeth watched Todd walk through the door. Sitting regally in her chair, she slapped her leather paddle against her hand. The impact stung a bit, but seeing Todd flinch at the impact was worth it. "Youre late," she said.
Todd looked at his watch, caught off guard. "No, Im not, Mistress -- Im..."
"Did I hear correctly, slave?" Mistress Elizabeths voice was threatening. "Did you just contradict me?"
Flustered, now, Todd replied, "No, Mistress, I was just--"
"The forbidden word, slave!" Mistress Elizabeth slapped her palm again.
Todd dropped onto the floor, kneeling, head bowed. His arms rose, outstretched, crossed at the wrists as if bound. The position he assumed without thought, without resistance. "I am sorry, Mistress! I have been a bad, bad slave. Please forgive me, Mistress."
"Forgive?" The tone of Mistress Elizabeths voice was just below complete outrage. "Late in arriving, one demerit."
Todd winced, knowing this would cost him in punishment, very soon.
"Uttering the forbidden word... NO!" Mistress Elizabeth continued. Todd cowered, hearing the word from Mistress lips, already feeling pain from the word itself. Pain she had conditioned into him, as a Pavlovian response. His mind refused to remember the extended whippings, the repeated shouts of the forbidden word, his cries and whimpers -- it refused to remember, but the pain was there. The aversion was there. He could not help himself. "THREE demerits!"
Todd began shaking, trying not to imagine what his punishment might be.
"But... I am in a mercif... Læs hele novellen
