“Very well then” she said and stood up. She untied the robe she was wearing and shrugged it off of her shoulders. She was imposing in the black and red corset and black pants she was wearing. She picked up a short riding corp. She looked straight into my eyes and spoke again.

“Strip”, it was a stern order.

“I want it all off and I want it all off now or you won’t be able to sit for a week.” The pleasant woman who had been interviewing me had changed. Her voice, her carriage, the look in her eyes all assured me that she meant what she said. I began to pull off my shirt as she walked behind me.

“Fold it all neatly and leave it on the end of the couch where you have been sitting, you can put your shoes on the floor.”

My shirt was soon neatly folded on the end of the couch, quickly followed by my pants and sox. I hesitated before removing my shorts because my cock was beginning to stiffen and I didn’t know how she would react to that right a way. WHACK! The crop landed smartly on my still cotton covered bottom.

“I said everything and I am not in the habit of repeating myself!” WHACK she hit me again.

I quickly slid my shorts down and they joined the rest of my clothes on the end of the couch. I now stood complete nude before my Dominatrix. My heart pounded and my breath was coming in short gasps. And my cock was almost fully erect now. I wanted this but I also feared it.

“You must ask for permission to have an erection,” she said.

“Mistress, may I have an erection?” I dutifully asked.

“Yes, you may’” she replied, “and don’t call me Mistress, M’Lady will do nicely.”

“Yes, M’Lady,” I replied.

“You’re not bad looking,” she said, “come over here to the middle of the room and let’s have a better look at you.”

I walked to where she pointed with her crop.

“Spread your legs, and put your hands up behind your head,” she commanded.

I complied and WHACK! The crop landed on the back of my left leg, and then WHACK! On the back of my right.

“I said spread em!” she growled in a way that sent a shiver down my back and I moved my legs further apart.

She slowly walked around me while smacking the crop in the palm of her hand. She stopped behind me. I was trembling with fear and anticipation, my heart pounded. Somehow I knew she was approaching me from behind, I had no idea what to expect next.

I felt her body press against my back. She felt so good as she embraced me from behind. She began to speak softly in my ear. “I like your body,” she began. “I intend to give it much pain today, and also much pleasure. You will soon learn that they are the same thing.”

Her hand reached around in front of me and gently cupped my right nipple. “You have cute little man boobs, are they sensitive?” she asked as she began to pinch my nipple.

The sensation quickly went from pleasant to painful as she pinched hard and twisted viciously. I gasped “Yes Mistress.” She released my nipple and stepped back in one motion. WHACK WHACK, her crop landed on each cheek of my ass. “I told you not to call me Mistress!”

“I’m sorry, M’Lady.” I sputtered.

“Not as sorry as I will make you if you don’t stop calling me Mistress.”

“Yes M’Lady,” I acknowledged, certain that she could make me very sorry indeed.

WHACK!, the crop landed on my ass again. “I asked a question and I am waiting for an answer.”

“Yes M’Lady,” I responded.

“Yes what?” she asked.

“Yes, my nipples are sensitive M’Lady.”

“Good, I shall have something for them later. It will hurt, probably a lot,” she did not sound sympathetic.

She moved around in front of me and stared down at my throbbing cock. “This little man is very bad. Why is he so hard right now?”

“I don’t know M’Lady.” I replied.

She reached down and gently cupped my balls, “How does this feel?” she asked.

“Marvelous M’Lady,” I responded.

She suddenly squeezed, “And this?”

“Argggh,” I gasped, “it hurts, M”lady”.

“I bet you like this,” she said as she gently stroked my cock.

“Oh, yes M’Lady.”

She grabbed the bottom side of my cock and pulled it down and away from my body and then delivered two swift swats of the crop to the top side of it. “And do you like that as well,” she asked.

My breath caught and it took a moment to answer, “No M’Lady, that hurts.”

“I bet it does,” she paused and leaned close to my face again, “there will be much more pain for you there. I have to teach that little man some serious manners.” She released my cock and walked away behind me someplace into the room.

I listened as she continued to walk away, and out of the room. I soon heard the refrigerator door open and close and the clatter of something in a dish. She returned and approached me from behind. A towel was thrown between my outstretched legs and something was placed on a table behind me. She walked around into my vision again and began to pull on a latex examination glove. “Do you know where I am going next?” she asked indicating the glove and pulling one onto the other hand as well.

“Yes, M’Lady,” I gulped hard. My heart pounded and my breath was coming in ragged gasps. I clenched involuntarily down below. I love being penetrated, but I dread it also. I did not think she intended to be gentle.

“You can put hour hands down to your sides,” she said as she walked behind me again.

I stood trembling and waited. I heard her pick something up off the table behind me. She moved close behind me and brought her face close to my ear.

“Bend over,” she whispered, “put your hands on your knees and push your ass out.”

I bent. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! It was a paddle, the leather one, it hurt, a lot.

“Ow!” I cried out in surprise and pain.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! That was her gloved hand as she hit me twice on each cheek.

I stifled another cry of pain. “You are already starting to turn red,” she commented in a matter of fact tone. “I will enjoy turning this bright red later. But first I have a little surprise and a game for us to play.” “Stand up,” she commanded. “Hands at your sides.”

I raised up slowly, my butt smarting from her recent assault. She walked around in front of me again she was holding a small plastic bucket full of ping pong balls. “There are ten balls here,” she said as she dumped them out onto the floor. They scattered all over the room.

“You are going to get down on all fours, like a dog, and without using your hands pick up each ball and put it back into the bucket.” She explained as she set the bucket down in front of me. “I will count as you work and the final number will be the number of swats I will give you later with the leather paddle. But first I am going to give you something to occupy your mind.” She walked behind me again and then she reappeared with two clothespins. Without ceremony, she quickly clipped one onto my right nipple. It didn’t exactly hurt, but it didn’t feel good either. “These will sway and tug at your nipples as you crawl,” she explained as she placed the other one on my left nipple. The pressure on my nipples was translated immediately to my cock which began to throb again.

She walked behind me and I heard her pick something up off of the table and then put it back down. “Bend over again,” it was a command.

I bent over as before and soon felt one hand on the small of my back. Her other hand slipped between my out thrust butt cheeks and a cold greasy finger touched my opening. “Whose hole is this?” she asked.

“Yours M’Lady,” I could barely control my voice.

“So it is,” she replied and in one motion pushed her finger into me as far as it would go.

I gasped at the sudden intrusion. She worked her finger around for a bit and then I felt it withdraw only to be replaced by two fingers. This time I groaned. It was not a groan of pain, although her penetration was sudden and rough, but of surrender. Nothing makes me feel more submissive than being penetrated in this way.

As suddenly as her fingers had entered, they were withdrawn. I started to get up. She still had a hand in the small of my back and she pushed me back down. “Stay down, I am not finished,” she said calmly.

She removed her hand from my back and I heard something behind me that sounded like a package of some king being opened. “Do you know what a Fleet enema is?” she asked.

My heart raced, “Yes,” I replied weakly.

“Good,” she said. “I am going to give you one. I expect you to hold it while you pick up your little balls. If you release it or if you leak before I tell you it is okay to do so, there will be severe penalties. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I gasped as something cold and round was placed on my back.

“This one has been in the freezer, since you called this morning.” She explained. I felt the tip press against me and then enter. Suddenly the cold liquid was squirted into my bowel. I groaned again and this time it was discomfort. She held the small bottle in place and rolled it up as the rest of the fluid was injected into me.

“I use enemas as a training tool,” she explained. “No one really likes taking them, especially a series of them. So submitting in this way and then holding until given permission for release is a very effective way to teach discipline. I can also use them for correcting bad behavior. By varying the size of the nozzle, the contents of the solution, the quantity and the hold times, I can turn this relatively simple medical procedure into a truly horrifying event.” She withdrew the nozzle and slapped my ass.

“Stay as you are, I have one more little item for you before you begin fetching your balls.” She picked something up off the table. Once again something cold was placed up against my anus. “This is an ice cube,” she said as she pushed it right on into me. I clenched involuntarily, “it is both uncomfortable and will help you hold your enema.”

“Now get down on all fours and collect those balls, One. . . two.”

I knelt down and began to crawl. I was already in subbie heaven and we had only begun.