I woke up early the morning of my session with my Mistress (who I was instructed to call ma’am). I was so excited because today I was finally going to get what I’ve been wanting, but more what I’ve been needing. Having never been disciplined since I was 5, except for the occasional grounding, I knew that Ma’am was going to give me what I have been longing for. I waited around all day and finally at 1:00 PM got in the car and headed to her place for our session at 2:00 PM. I was nervous all the way there, but also excited. I guess the word I am searching for may be anxious.
I arrived exactly on time, because I knew how precious her time was and I wasn’t about to be out $100 of the deposit that I paid her. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. Ma’am answered the door and she knew it was me, because she had asked me to send her a picture of me. She gave me a sly smile and said, “Hello Slave.” I said, “Hello Ma’am.” We went into what looked like an office of sorts and sat down across from each other so that we could talk about everything and make sure that we were on the same page. After 15 minutes of talking and making sure she understood my limits and our safe word was established, she was more than ready and willing to give me the discipline I needed.
I took another deep breath as I entered Ma’am’s playspace. She sensed I was a little nervous, but she knew how to handle first-timers. She set aside some things that she was going to use in our session and I was ready and willing to submit because I knew that although my limits would be pushed, they wouldn’t be crossed. Ma’am grabbed my hair and pulled me to the bathroom because she said we needed to get rid of my sassy mouth. Was she really going to wash my mouth out? I watched what she was doing…oh my gosh, she was! She had the soap and the washcloth all ready for me. She ran the warm water and got the soap all wet and then she took the washcloth and got it all soapy and as soon as it was as soapy as she wanted, she ordered me to open my mouth but I refused. She slapped me but I still refused. She grabbed my hair and it hurt so I involuntarily opened my mouth and she stuck the soapy washcloth into my mouth and said, “Close your damn mouth.” I did and she said, “Count to 100.” So I had to keep that soapy washcloth in my mouth while I counted to 100. After I got to 100, she pulled it out and ordered me to rinse my mouth out. I did all too willingly.
We walked back into the playspace and Ma’am looked at me and in a firm voice she said, “Get on your knees slave. You know you’re not allowed to stand in my presence.” I quickly knelt at her feet and she said, “Put your hands behind your back.” I did as ordered. She said, “I’ll be right back. Do not move.” She left the room for a minute, but I didn’t dare move. My mind was racing and my heart was beating so hard because I didn’t know what she had planned for me.
When Ma’am returned, she had with her a bag full of things she was planning to use during our session. First thing she did was pull out a collar and leash. She said that this was to help me remember who I belonged to and she fastened the collar around my neck. She then took out a pair of handcuffs and handcuffed my hands behind my back. She knew that there was a chance I’d take a swing at her if she hurt me and knowing she was going to, she needed to put a stop to that before I even had a chance to. She said, “I know you said you wanted a lot of pain and I’m going to inflict that, go stand in that corner until I call you.” I walk over to the corner she’s pointing to and wait for her to return. The waiting makes it harder – the time I have to think, not knowing when Ma’am will return. I hear her footsteps returning and she says, “Come here slave.” I quickly hurry over to where she is sitting. She knows I am resistant and so she grabs me and pulls me over her knee. She pulls down my pants and panties down to my knees. She traps my legs in between hers so I can’t move. She said, “I know you only got spanked once as a child and so we’re going to change that and you’re going to get spanked for all the times that you never were. Plus, all the things you’ve done as an adult because even though you’re 34, you know you’re a little brat. Don’t you, slave?” I said, “Yes, ma’am.” She said, “That’s right.” She pulled a couple different implements from her bag: a hairbrush, a wooden paddle and a belt. She said, “I’m going to use all three of these and you’re going to get 15 strokes with each of them. I’m going to give you 15 minutes of cool down time in between each implement, during which time you’ll be restrained because I don’t want you to run. You understand that, slave?” I’m a little scared so respond a little quietly, “Yes, ma’am.” She said, “What was that, slave?” I repeat louder, “Yes, ma’am.” She said, “That’s right. You better make sure I can hear you. I’ll let that one slide, but if I have to ask you to repeat yourself again, you’ll be sorry.”
I braced myself for the upcoming spanking I’m about to receive. Ma’am decides to use the hairbrush first because even though it’s going to hurt, it’s going to hurt the least amount. I asked, “Does it have to be bare bottom, Ma’am?” She said, “Yes, it does. You’re an adult. Adults do not need to be spanked over their clothes like children. Plus, you are a little brat and my slave; you will do what I say. Now, shut up!” I shut my mouth – out of a spirit of fear and respect. I braced myself and Ma’am says to me, “Calm down! Relax! You’re just going to make this worse for yourself.” No sooner had I relaxed than the hairbrush made contact with my bare butt and I cry out in pain. Ma’am orders me to count them out, so I say, “1.” Each blow hurts more than the last. Ma’am knows how to deliver it so it hurts and I can’t imagine that anything could hurt worse than this. My butt is on fire by the time I get to 15, but I am relieved that it was only 15. After she finishes, she does what any good dominatrix does. She asks me, “How are you feeling, are you okay?” I, through tears, say, “Yeah, I’m okay, Ma’am but that really hurt.” She said, “Good. It was supposed to.” She then says, “Before we move onto the second implement, I am going to give you 15 minutes of cool down time.” I say, “Thank you, Ma’am.” She said, “You’re welcome, slave.” She attaches a leash to my collar and leads me over to a small dog cage in the corner and tells me to get in. This was something that I’ve been curious about, but never thought would actually happen. I get in and she closes the door and since it locks from the outside, I can’t get out until she decides. As I’m sitting there in the cage, I realize that after 15 minutes of sitting, crouched over like this, it’s going to hurt stretching out.
After 15 minutes, she lets me out and says, “Are you ready for your 15 strokes with the paddle?” I say, “Yes Ma’am. Now’s as good a time as any.” She says, “Don’t fight me and remember, I’m always right.” I say, “Yes Ma’am, you are.” She grabs my hand and pulls me over her knee again and says, “You are going to count these out again, understand?” I say, “Yes, Ma’am.” I try to relax because if I tense up, it’s probably going to hurt even worse. I lay there relaxed as Ma’am delivers the first blow with the paddle *WHACK!* Oh my god! Searing pain. That definitely hurt worse than the hairbrush and it probably hurt more than it would’ve because my butt was still sore from the hairbrush. I don’t know if I can handle anymore – especially since a belt will hurt even more than the paddle does. Ma’am sure does know how to punish someone and she did say I needed training. After the paddle spanking, Ma’am says, “My, your butt is flaming red.” It sure hurt too. She again, makes me get into the cage for another 15 minutes of cool down time. I’m getting tired now, but I know that I don’t dare fall asleep because that would just earn myself extra punishment.
She finally releases me after those 15 minutes and says, “Okay, now it’s time for the last installment of your spanking. Now, so you know, the belt will definitely sting a lot more than the paddle. The paddle reddened your bottom good. The belt will leave some hot red stripes and you will hear it "whoosh" through the air before it strikes your naked butt. It will bring tears to your eyes.” I start to cry and say, “Please Ma’am. I really don’t want it.” Ma’am slaps me across the face and says, “I don’t care what you want. You don’t get a choice. You are going to be strapped down for the belt, because it will make you want to wiggle away. But you will get enough strokes to teach you a good hard lesson, slave!” So she grabs my hand and pulls me toward a bed fastened with under-the-bed restraints and as soon as she has me secured by those, she pulls out the belt. I get really really scared. This time she doesn’t ask me to count because she's going to gag me. She’ll be able to hear me cry but I won’t be able to complain or protest. She grabs a pair of her panties and stuffs them in my mouth and secures a couple layers of duct tape over my mouth. Once the first stroke hits my ass, I’m done for. I erupt into the most tears I ever got in one stroke but I somehow, by a miracle of God, survive all 15. Now my butt is a deep purple. She undoes the tape and removes her panties. She is satisfied and says, “What do you say to me, slave?” I said, “Thank you ma’am.” She says, “Do you have anything to say about your past behavior?” I say, “I’m sorry, ma’am.” She says, “You better be, slave. If you aren’t, I will make you sorry.” She re-inserts her panties and tapes my mouth again and after a smack across the face, she leaves me secured there, crying, for another 15 minutes of cool down time. I’m already restrained so I don’t need to be confined. I’m not going anywhere.
When she gets back, I am nearly passed out. I’m so tired. She sits next to me and runs her fingers through my hair for a minute. She gently undoes the tape and takes out her panties. She says, “How are you feeling, slave?” I say, “I don’t know how much more I can take of this.” She says, “I understand, but you also understand that you needed this punishment, didn’t you?” I said, “Yes, Ma’am, I did. Thank you.” She says, “You’re welcome, slave.” After about 5 minutes of stroking my hair, she undoes the restraints and helps me stand up. I almost fall over, it’s like all my strength has been sapped from me. She says, “Just stay on the floor. That’s where you belong anyway.” I’m thankful for her showing me my place. She says that now we are onto the next phase of my punishment. She asks me to come over to where she is. I am so tired so I just crawl over to her and she says, “That’s good, slave. Like a good little kitty.”
Ma’am orders me to strip completely and I do, but feel very humiliated. She looks me over and notices that I haven’t trimmed or shaved “down there” and she does not approve of that and makes it known. I tell her I’m sorry but she said that “I’m sorry” doesn’t fix anything. I don’t know what to do at this point because she’s mad and I’m at a loss. She tells me not to worry and she’ll take care of it. She promptly pulls me over to the St. Andrew’s Cross and secures me to it so I can’t run away because she fears I will if given the chance. As soon as I am secured – especially hands out of the way – she shaves me. Quick and easy, the next thing I know, I am as bare down there as I was the day I was born. It’s so humiliating but it makes her happy. I live for her happiness and if she’s happy then I’m happy. Her happiness is a reward to me. She releases me and she grabs my hair and pulls me back to her bondage table.
She literally pushes me down on the floor. She looks at me and says, “You know that you’re just a little bitch, don’t you?” I say, “Yes ma’am.” I guess I didn’t say it loud enough because she leans down and slaps me across the face and says, “What did you say?” I said, “I said yes Ma’am.” She slaps me again and says, “First of all, you will NOT talk back to me that way, slave. You remember what we talked about? Your only purpose in life is to make me happy. Right now, you are not making me happy.” I said, “I’m sorry, Ma’am.” She said, “You will be. I’m going to teach you to remember how worthless and pathetic you are.” She grabs me by my hair and pulls me up and pushes me onto her bondage table. She restrains my hands over my head. She attaches my feet to a spreader bar. I said, “Ma’am, what are you doing?” She slaps me and says, “Shut up, slave. You are not allowed to question what I do or the choices I make.” She slips a blindfold over my eyes and I hear her in a drawer, obviously looking for something. A couple seconds later, I feel a surge of pain on my breasts and realize that Ma’am just applied nipple clamps on them. It hurts so bad but I am not allowed to question her. Then I hear her going through her “closet of fun.” I wait a few minutes with nothing happening. I can hear her moving around, but she’s not doing anything to me right now but I know she’s preparing to and I have a feeling that I’m not going to like it. Next thing I know, I hear her say, “Lift your ass, slave.” Weird request, but I do so. I feel her slide something under me and then she says, “Lay back down.” As I do, I feel something but I don’t know what it is. She says something that pushes me over the edge. She says, “Slave, you are no longer 34. You don’t act 34 and you aren’t anymore than a baby in my eyes. So I’m going to treat you like one. From now on, until the end of the session, you are going to be wearing a diaper like a little baby.” I am not okay with that and say, “Ma’am, I am not a baby!” She firmly slaps me and says, “You just don’t learn do you?” She puts what I think is a pacifier in my mouth but I feel her secure it around my head and she says, “There we go. That pacifier gag should keep you quiet.” I start trying to squirm around as best I can and I soon find out that she’s not okay with that.
She says, “Now I’m going to need to go a step further with you. You're going to be wearing a diaper and I also know that you like to play with yourself and that is not allowed. So I have a chastity belt here. I’m going to use it to lock your little pussy away so that you are not allowed to pleasure yourself when you want to.” I shake my head and she laughs and says, “Yes, we need to lock that filthy pussy of yours up.” I cry, but that doesn’t do any good to sway her decision. Her decision is always final. She says, "Before I put this belt on you, I am going to insert a butt plug in you because I think that will help you learn that you are no longer in control of anything. I groan as she inserts a medium sized butt plug in my butt. She laughs as she secures the belt around my waist and pulls up the middle section and places it over my private area and locks it shut. I am in mental torment but she likes that. Then after she does that, she pulls up the diaper and pins it firmly shut. After that, she says, “One more precaution…” and slips a pair of baby print plastic pants over the diaper. I am so humiliated but she’s getting a kick out of this. She says, “Aren’t you such a cute baby slave?” Then she remembers something and gets a baby bonnet, clips my hair up and puts the bonnet on my head. She says, “Perfect. That is how you should be dressed since you are nothing but a little brat.” She then removes the nipple clamps and they hurt more coming off then they did being put on. At this point, I kind of wish she would’ve kept them on. There is nothing I can do to ease the pain either.
She doesn’t leave the room, but she lets me lay there diapered for a while. She says, “Just get used to it, slave. I’m not taking it off anytime soon.” I don’t know how long is left in our session, but I am definitely not happy about staying in a diaper like a baby. After about 5 minutes, I actually fall asleep but she finds out and takes the bonnet off, unclips my hair and pulls my hair hard and wakes me up. She says ,”Did my little slave fall asleep?” I nod because I’m not going to lie to her and she slaps me and says, “You are NOT allowed to fall asleep unless I say you can, is that understood?” I nod and she says, “Good, but we are going to have to punish you for that.”
Ma’am releases my feet from the spreader bar and leads me over to the bed again and secures me again with the under the bed restraints. She undoes the diaper and the belt for a minute and I think that I’m done with that – I’m not but I don’t know that. She says, “Normally I don’t do this but I think this might be a good idea for my little slave.” She informs me that this is out of the ordinary for her (as she doesn’t normally play with girls) and then she informs me that she’s going to spank my breasts and pussy. I know that can hurt like a mf but I can’t protest. All I can do is brace myself and I’m sure this is going to hurt more than my ass did. I was right. I got 20 strokes – 10 on each place. I’m not sure what implement she used but it hurt like hell. I am in so much pain now that I just want to die for relief. She pulls the chastity belt off because that will add to the irritation but she adds an extra diaper and refastens it hoping it will ease some of the pain and then she sits next to me again, gently “petting” me. She asks me, “Did you learn your lesson, slave?” I nod and she removes the gag because she wants to hear me talk. She said, “Okay, now did you learn your lesson slave?” I say. “Yes Ma’am. Thank you.” She says, “Anything you have to say about your behavior?” I say, “I’m sorry Ma’am.” She says, “Good. It seems like you’re learning. To whom do you belong?” I say, “To you, Ma’am.” She says, “What’s your purpose in life?” I say, “To make you happy.” She is satisfied that I have been broken and I have learned my place. She undoes the restraints, but keeps me blindfolded. She takes about 10 minutes and does some breath play with me, so she starts controlling my breath and when I am allowed to breathe. She brings me to the point of almost passing out before she allows me to breathe. It was sheer torture, but she said I needed to understand that she is in complete control of me. Then she says she’s going to let me rest for a while and I can sleep if I want to. I thank her and fall asleep quickly and easily.
After a half-hour of sleeping, she gently wakes me up but then says she’s going to reward me before our session is over. I say, “Oh thank you, Ma’am.” She pulls me by my hair over to the bondage table and has me lay down on my back. She ties my hands to the top and my feet to the bottom. I am kept blindfolded. She says, “I like seeing you all bound up incapable of doing anything” and then she kisses me twice. She asks me, “Do you have any idea the things I have planned for you?” I said, “No I do not. Do you want to tell me?” She laughs and says, “I think I’m gonna show you rather than tell you.” The next thing I know, she’s pulled out a vibrator and she’s put it right on my clit and she’s trying to force an orgasm out of me. She knows how to make me cum and as much as I want to, I don’t want to in front of her. I know that I must not cum without her permission so I wait until I’m close. She’s got it on the highest setting which means it’s only a matter of a few minutes. Within 5 minutes, I say, “Ma’am may I cum please?” She smiles and says, “Yes, you may.” I cum and I cum hard and I say, “Oh my god!!!” She laughs and says, “I think I’m gonna make you cum until you don’t want to anymore.” I say, “What? Why?” She says, “Why? Because I want to.” She re-applies the pacifier gag. While she is pushing the vibrator on my clit, she is also every so often slapping my breasts hard and she is also choking me every now and then. After all is said and done, I came 6 times. I don’t think I could cum again if I wanted to. It was a great reward after all though.
It’s 2 minutes before our session is over so she asks how I’m feeling. I tell her I’m sore but very thankful this all happened because it was much needed. She helps me apply lotion to my sore areas to alleviate some of the pain she caused. She also helps me get dressed without experiencing too much pain with the fabric making contact with my skin. It hurts but it’s not unbearable. She tightly hugs me and she doesn’t know this but I was longing to hug her since day one. Ma’am is a beautiful, perfect woman and I am so incredibly thankful that she chose me and that I have the privilege of knowing and serving this beautiful woman.