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CHAPTER FOUR
I woke up slowly. In a first time, I did not remember anything of what had happened the day before. It just took me time as I was progressively waking up.
It was always taking me time. I used to put my clock one hour before having to get up. It was the time to enjoy the bed and think about my day, solve my problems, etc.
Suddenly, I remembered the last day. First, I thought it was a pleasant erotic dream, but I quickly remembered that it was real. What was just a fantasy became true the day before. I did not know yet whether I had to be happy about it or if I had to be ashamed.
I opened my eyes and saw that Juniana was sleeping close to me in the bed. I did not know what to do. I loved this woman so much. She was so wonderful. I knew she was very dominating. We had played many bdsm games since we had met, but I could never believe that she would have one day organised such a weekend.
I did not want to break the magic of the weekend and still considered me as her slave. I did not move. I waited until she was going to wake up.
It took time. Therefore, I had time to remember everything, second after second, all the events since Friday evening.
As I was thinking of these events, I suddenly heart:
- Get up, slave.
I opened my eyes and stared at her.
- Go and take your shower and shave. Be very clean, you have eight minutes.
- Yes, Mistress.
I got up and went to the bathroom. I took a quick shower. My body was painful everywhere. I could see in the mirror that it was still very red and marked. I quickly dried even though using the cotton towel on my body was so painful. I shaved, brushed my teeth and went to the bedroom.
- You were almost late, slave; you have work to do like yesterday. You clean the sitting room and prepare the breakfast, same as yesterday. Go, slave, you have thirty minutes!
-Yes, Mistress.
I ran to the sitting room and cleaned the place, then went to the kitchen and started the preparation of the breakfast for six persons while I was also dressing the table. There was no clock in the kitchen or in the living room. I was estimating time and was sure I was in time but I suddenly heart in my back:
- Your are late, slave. I told you thirty minutes!
- But Mistress… I left you less than thirty minutes ago.
Juniana slapped me strongly on my right cheek.
- Dare not answer me, slave!
She slapped me again, on the other side.
- How a slave can know something better than his Mistress can? I can even decide to change the rules of the time. If I tell you that we are in the night or in the year 2010, I am right, do you understand? She shouted in my face.
- Yes Mistress.
She watched me some seconds.
And then? She said.
I did not know what she wanted. I just stared at her, feeling ashamed. In fact, it was very embarrassing to be naked in front of her when she was angry with me.
She took my left ear in her right hand and pinched strongly, and she pulled my head to the ground. I had to follow the movement and knelt at her feet.
She shouted again in my face.
- Is the way you apologise, slave? You are doing something wrong, you disrespect me and you even don't think to apologise? It is the second time you treat me a liar this weekend. I can no longer support it.
She slapped me repeatedly. I had a reflex and put my hands to protect my face and she even became angrier. I saw her as she was taking a wooden spoon on the table and she started beating my buttocks and my back until I lied down on the ground, face at the feet. I was trying to escape, but she was beating me on more painful areas, so I finally remained on my face in order to present the less painful parts of my body to her strokes.
As she was beating me, she said:
- And you still don't understand you have to apologise?
All my life, I had been thinking that nothing was more humiliating than having to apologise to someone. During school times, I was so proud that I never wanted to apologise to my teachers and was often punished more because I was even not repenting. In the army, I was even about to fail as an officer because I was too proud to admit mistakes in front of my chief instructor. Now, I was at the feet of my splendid wife, she was beating me and considering like a small boy or worse, and I had to apologise. The pain was becoming to strong. There were some bad thoughts in my brain: I wanted to get up with anger and stop her. I was stronger than she was, I just had to get up and stop this stupid game. Nevertheless, at the same time, she was my wife, the best woman in the world, the one who made me understand what love was. I could never do anything bad to her. So, my anger felt down slowly under the heavy strokes coming quicker and quicker on my bare bottom. I could humbly say with a very low voice:
- I am sorry, Mistress.
- What did you say, slave? She shouted.
I repeated, a little bit higher.
- I am sorry, Mistress.
- Is it a way to apologise? Get on your knees, slave, and really apologise!
I slowly got up on my knees. Jesus! I had never felt so much pain on my body. I could not easily move. I thought that if my legs and my backbone were broken, I could not feel worse.
I fixed her feet and started:
- I am s…
She slapped me three times.
- Look into my eyes, slave!
I was humiliated and embarrassed. I reluctantly raised my eyes to stare at her so beautiful face. She was so wonderful. When I was looking at her, I was feeling so lucky she was my wife.
- I am sorry, Mistress.
She slapped me again.
I am expecting better from you, slave. I know you are a good speaker, so show me you really apologise.
- Yes Mistress.
I was thinking she wanted a better apology. She really wanted to humiliate me more. I thought of what to say, but the pain in my body was too big and it was difficult to concentrate.
- This is your last chance, slave. I am waiting.
I did not want to have more pain, so I started:
- Please Mistress; I did not want to offence you… I am a very bad boy … and I am feeling so bad I offended you … and I am happy you could punish me… to remember I have to be better… I hope you will discipline me very well… and teach me how to please you under all circumstances.
- Not bad slave. I don't forgive you anyway. I will have to punish you. I cannot accept that you tell me what to do. Since Friday evening, you are my slave. Before, we were just playing, but now it is our real life. Finish your work.
She was turning and leaving me as she was telling me the last words. But she changed her mind and stopped.
- Come here, slave, and kiss my ass!
I went to her on my knees and kissed her buttocks across the bottom of her short red nightdress.
- Is it my ass, slave? Raise my nightdress with your teeth and kiss my ass!
I obeyed her. I pressed my lips on her ass and kissed several times. It was almost like a reward. This close contact to her was so nice. I enjoyed the smell of her private parts. I almost forgot all my pains and I felt my cock becoming very hard. She did not say anything and just left me. I am sure she knew that I was hard. She even did not mind me and left the kitchen.
I got up and finished my work. I was very hard, but I concentrated on my work. The arousal left me gradually and the feeling of the pain came back.
I was cooking the eggs and pressing the fruits for the fresh juices. I was thinking of the last words she told me. She was telling me that up to Friday, we were just playing and now I was her slave. I knew it could not be true. I cannot live like this all the time. I mean, we can play this nice game from time to time; we cannot live like that all the time. She cannot tell me what to do all the time. I have other things to do than just playing this fantasy.
I would have to discuss seriously with her this evening, when her friends are gone. Anyway, I was sure she was just playing fully her Mistress' role.
The breakfast was ready and the table was nicely dressed. I went to the bedroom to tell her. I knocked the door and entered. She was just coming out of the bathroom. She had her towel around her body. I was staring at her; I was hoping that she would remove it in front of me in order to dress.
- What are you looking, slave? You think you are going to see my body? Turn and watch the wall.
I obeyed. I was disappointed. I heart she was walking in the room. She threw her towel on my head. She was walking naked behind me, I just had to turn and watch. But I was afraid of her reaction, so I just stayed like I was. I heart the wooden doors being opened and the sweet noise of clothes being touching a body.
- Turn!
I obeyed. She was wearing a short light cotton dress. I knew this dress; she was wearing it during the first days we were together.
-Tell me, slave, did you go to the toilets this morning?
- Yes Mistress.
- Who told you to do that?
Again, she was asking me a question that I could not answer. I mean, nobody tells me when I have to go to the toilets.
Nobody, Mistress. I was just feeling to do it, like every morning.
- So you need more lessons, don't you?
She suddenly shouted in my face:
- You are now under my control, do you understand? There is nothing, I repeat, NOTHING; you can do without my authorisation. Whatever you want to do, you first have to receive my authorisation. Is it well in your head, slave?
- Yes Mistress, I am sorry Mistress, I won't do it again.
- Don't tell me that slave; you are just starting your training. I don't expect you to be perfect before years, and I will really enjoy training you. So, you lied to me again, you told me you were not doing to do it again, and I know you will do it, you will disobey me so many times in a day that I wonder if I won't be to tired in using my whip on your white ass.
She stopped two seconds.
- You see you are not perfect. Do you think it is a good position for a slave to talk to his Mistress?
- No, Mistress, I am sorry Mistress. I quickly say as I was kneeling at her feet.
- Come with me to the toilets. I want you to pee. If you don't, I will be really angry.
I was afraid. I had just gone to the toilets less than one hour before. I was wondering how I could do what she wanted.
I went on my fours to the toilets and wanted to stand in front of the W.C.
- What are you doing, slave?
- Mistress… I want to obey you, you told me ton pee.
- You are standing like a man, you are a slave. Be on your knees!
I came back to my previous position. She brought a plastic bowl and threw it on the ground in front of me.
- That is what slave can use. Now, do it! And dare not put one drop outside the bowl.
I stared at the bowl and tried to concentrate. I had not taken anything since last night. My bladder was surely empty. I tried to think about cold rain on my body, cold water, and waterfalls, anything that could let me piss.
- It is as if your body is not enough red, I heart in my back. You really do everything to receive more marks on your body, unless you just want to upset me?
- Please, no Mistress, I don't want to upset you. I just cannot anymore do it.
- You see why you have to obey instructions? You cannot think yourself. If you had not taken yourself the decision to pee this morning, now you would have been able to do it and please me. In addition, I wouldn't have had to punish you…
- Please Mistress, I won't do it again, I did not know.
- What did I tell you? You are again lying. I cannot believe you want so much to be punished.
- Please Mistress, I am sorry.
- I did not ask you to be sorry, slave, I asked you to pee in this bowl and you are disobeying me.
I succeeded and some few drops fell in the bowl. I was so ashamed to urinate in front of her.
- It is too late, slave, and I wanted to have a full bowl. Next time, you will know. Any action without authorisation will be severely punished. You cannot imagine all the punishments I had time to create since the months I am preparing…
She hit my neck.
- Now, clean yourself.
I took some water. I was embarrassed to be like this in the toilets, being obliged to urinate in a bowl in front of her, and now to clean my so private place at her glance.
I could not believe that I was in such a situation. I had been in this small room for the last ten minutes, just talking about pissing, obeying my wife as if I was a small boy or a dog. I was just wondering what I could have said if someone was telling me that just two days before. At least it was a good experience. When I was just dreaming of bdsm, it was nice. I was becoming very hard, I was watching pictures, reading or imaging stories, and it was very exciting to imagine myself in the situation. But my dreams were not going so far, there was no pain, no real humiliation.
- Get up!
I quickly got up in front of her. She touched my cock and I directly got hard. She then took it in the hand and pulled me behind her. We went back to the dining room.
- Now, you go and call everybody like yesterday. You knock the door and you wait. When one tells you to enter, you enter. You will be very polite and address my valuable friends very humbly. I don't want any complain. And you will all the time stare at them into their eyes.
- Yes Mistress.
I went to the first room and knocked the door.
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