I watched my new slave kneeling in front of me and smiled gently…that makes them very nervous. It always makes a slave more nervous when you’re gentle, because it makes the harshness that much worse. "Eyes down, love, it doesn’t befit a little cock like you to look your Mistress in the eye." I patted him insultingly on the cheek and walked around him. Good, chin up, but eyes downcast in humility, back straight, ankles crossed and hands clasped behind the back at his neck. The slave was well trained then. We would see if I could break him. The leather of my thigh-high boots brushed his arm and he shuddered. Tsk, tsk. That wasn’t good. I grabbed his hair roughly and forced him to look up at me.

"NEVER move unless I give you permission," I snapped. He sucked his breath in sharply. "You may answer, ‘Yes Mistress’ to my commands," I told him, gentle again.

"Yes, Mistress," he said meekly.

"Be a dear and crawl over to my work-chest and get my cat of nine tails for me," I told him.

"Yes, Mistress," he answered before dropping to his hands and scuttling over to my chest. He took the leather handle in his teeth (the handle that had so many teeth marks on it from my other slaves) and pulled the top open. This is not an easy task, since the top, when opened, is much taller than any slave on his knees would be, and rather heavy as well. And my slaves know they are NEVER to get onto their feet without my permission. He strained, then quickly pushed against the lid with his head to flip it open. All during this exercise, his hands were behind his neck again, in the proper position. He carefully lifted my cat of nine tails out of the chest with his lips, knowing that he should get no teeth marks on its leather-wrapped handle. He carefully bent over and placed it gently on the floor, then crawled behind the chest to close it for me. The slave was returning with the whip between his lips, carrying it like a dog carries a bone. He knelt before me and offered the cat to me, looking for approval. I patted him gently on the head and took the whip into my hands. I ran the leather thongs through my fingers, caressing them, then dragged them over his chest and shoulders. He knelt, perfectly still through my caresses. I could see, through the tightening of his muscles, that he really wanted to shiver. Goosebumps raised on his skin.

"Very still now, little slave," I said softly, and raised the whip over my shoulder. I let it fall across his shoulders, then at the last second, gave it a little flip to make a loud crack. He jumped. A series of red lines marked his shoulders. I think the noise scared him more than anything. I shoved him hard with my foot, knocking him over.

"I TOLD you not to MOVE, cock!" He lay on his side, hands still clasped behind his neck. Tears were flowing down his face, but he was silent. "Didn’t I tell you that, cock?" I raised the whip over my head. "YES Mistress," he gasped through his tears. I let the whip drop down beside my hip. "I see you’re not as well trained as I thought. You are very polite, but you seem to have problems with simple orders. I’ll have to start at the very beginning, I see."

I grabbed him by the hair again and hauled him back onto his knees. I went over to the chest myself, flipped open the lid and started taking out various tools and toys. I then went to the closet and opened the door. I pulled out my special spanking horse. It was well-padded, and could almost be considered comfortable. The horse was long enough to support a man’s torso (as it had done so many times before.) It was on casters, so I rolled it over in front of my new slave. On one end of the horse, I had a special cock harness that would effectively lock him to the horse. On the other end of the horse, near the floor, were wrist-cuffs. In the middle, there were chains on either side with nipple clamps attached to the ends. I put the brakes on the casters and told my little slave to stand up.

"Scared?" I asked mildly as he stared wild-eyed at the horse. "Yes, Mistress," he whispered with trepidation in his voice. "That’s good," I told him. "It’s time to be scared now, cock." I pushed him against the end of the horse and wrapped the leather harness around his cock and balls. I pulled the buckle down tightly, which caused his balls to pull forward under his stiff cock. Two straps, which snapped to the main harness, separated his balls from his cock, and pulled his balls apart. He looked beautiful, and he was firmly affixed the end of the horse. I pushed him forward so he was lying along the horse. I snapped the nipple clamps onto him. The tight little clamps dug into his tender nips, but he never cried out. I tightened down the chains. His hard cock was trapped between the horse and his belly. I pulled his hands forward and buckled the wrist cuffs around them. All that remained was to buckle the spreader bar between his ankles to force him to bear all his weight on his chest and cock. The spreader bar also gave me a nice view of his tight little asshole and his reddened balls bulging between his spread legs. I could see that he had no anal training, and was looking forward to breaking him in. First, however, I would punish him for his disobedience.

"No crying out loud, cock," I told him. "You may moan through your closed lips, and you can cry as you like, but not one scream or I’ll stuff a cock-gag in your mouth." I picked up my riding crop from the pile of toys and flicked the tip across his firm ass. He made no sound. I was pleased. I flicked him again. Now that he had a taste, it was time to really punish him. I cracked him across the ass with the firm fibreglass crop. A beautiful red welt formed on his smooth ass. He moaned between his tightly clamped lips. I crossed, and re-crossed the welts, making a criss-cross pattern on his ass. After about the tenth smack, he finally cried out loud. I was impressed with his strong will. I walked around in front of him and pulled his head up by his hair.

"You know your punishment for that disobedience," I told him, watching the tears roll down his cheeks. I loved the way it looked, the wet tracks spilling down towards his chin.

"Yes, Mistress," he choked. I took the cock gag from my pile of toys and pushed it into his mouth. It stretched his lips wide. The only way he would be able to comfortably breathe would be to constantly suck the rubber cock in his mouth. It was good practice for him anyway, and would teach him humiliation. I strapped the leather straps around his head, locking the gag firmly in place. I then took a collar and buckled it around his neck, and snapped the gag-harness to it, to keep his head forced back and up. The strain on his body was making him quiver. I loved the way he struggled.

"It’s time for anal training, cock," I told him. I showed him a long, slim, black butt-plug. "This is just the training plug. I know you have a virgin ass. I will work you up to this," I held up another plug that was fully eight inches in diameter. I had never actually used it on a slave, but the anxiety it caused was delicious. His eyes widened in fear. I smiled gently at him again. "There will be a time when you will beg for this one, love. Nothing else will satisfy you."

I took some lubricant and smeared it over the slim butt-plug and rubbed some more around his asshole. He moaned around the cock-gag and I could hear him slurping it with each breath. I slipped my lubricated fingers into his tight hole, making sure he was good and ready. I slowly inserted the plug into his asshole, all the while scratching his tightly bound balls with my long fingernails. I fucked it in and out of his tight ass, and I could hear him groaning now. I quickly tired of this game, and slid it in the full length, to the flange at the end. The flange had an o-ring built into it. I snapped the ring to a chain. I ran the chain to his collar and snapped it there tightly. I then took a shorter length of chain and snapped the plug to his cock harness. Now nothing would let the plug come out of his ass. I took my cat of nine tails again and flicked it over the backs of his thighs. He jerked with each fall of the whip. I aimed for his bound balls. If not for his cock-gag, he would have screamed, even though I had barely brushed them. As it was, I heard a strangled groan from around the gag. I repeated the motion until his balls were purple and looked as if they were throbbing. I walked to my small bar-fridge and took out some aloe-vera cream and some ice.

I unbuckled his gag-harness from his collar so he could relax a bit, then smeared the cold cream over his welted ass. I also rubbed some cream into his tortured balls for good measure. I could hear him whimpering. I unsnapped the short chain from his butt-plug and popped it out of his ass. Then I shoved five or six ice cubes up his ass and slid the plug back in and chained it in place. When he started to cry out around his gag, I just laughed.

"Get used to it, cock," I told him. "I will do what I want to you, whenever I want. You are my possession now and you will do as I wish, until I get tired of you. Now sleep. I have more vigorous training for you tomorrow."