Big-Eared Master - Part 4

Author: Thomas de Sade T_de_Sade@hotmail.com

I felt exceedingly calm when I left the apartment.  As I was riding busses to get to my advisor's office, I thought about my experiences.  I realized that some of my initial insecurity had probably been picked up by John.  He needed a master, not someone who was just playing a role.  I don't know exactly why or how it happened, but I now felt confident and in control.  I would make mistakes with slaves in the future--sure--but I never again agonized about those mistakes.  And I don't think any slave ever thought I had made a "mistake."  I use the word "mistake," only because I am a perfectionist.  I not only want to control a slave's body, but also his mind and spirit.  But i want to control it to liberate it.  High standards!

     I returned to the apartment just before dinner with an enormous appetite.  Immediately upon walking into the kitchen, I walked up to John and gave him a little hug and told him how good the kitchen smelled.

     I think John was surprised at how normal dinner was.  I talked about my meeting with my dissertation advisor  he talked about a book he was reading.  After dinner I got up and began doing dishes.

     He hurriedly got up and started putting some left-over food away.  "John, I'll do that.  You need to go get yourself cleaned up for tonight's physical punishment.  Just put on your bathrobe after you take your shower and I should be ready for you in the kitchen--about half an hour."  I smiled at him in a very natural way.

     I could tell my very calm, self-assured manner unnerved him a little and he stood still looking at me.  I turned back to the dishes and heard him take a deep breath and leave the kitchen.

     I finished dishes, took off my belt and put it on the kitchen table.  I also took new packages of clothespins and a clothesline out from my backpack that I had hung behind the door and put them on the table.  I also put a sharp, kitchen knife on the table.

     I sat down and waited for John to come back.  I thought of my experimenting with the clothespins during the night so I'd know exactly what John would be feeling.  John came into the room within a couple minutes of my sitting down.  But the timing wasn't important.  Had John come in a little earlier, I'd have had him wait while I got everything ready.

     I looked at him as he came in.  He waited expectantly. I picked up the belt from the table and cracked it in my two hands. "John, what do you do when you come before your master for a punishment session?"

     He looked uncertain.  "Remember this, John.  I'll not tell you again.  Please get on your knees on the floor before your master."  I stood up from the table, simultaneously as John got down on his knees.  I replaced the belt on the table and went into my bedroom to bring a chair into the kitchen.  It was more substantial than a kitchen chair, having open arms and a firm seat and four sturdy legs. John had not moved.

     I walked around to John's back and felt him stiffen.  Without saying a word, I gently pulled his bathrobe off him.  It fell in a heap around him.  John was shaking and I put my hand on his shoulder.  "Calm down John.  You know you need this.  I see your cock is hard again.  Your cock knows you need a firm master.  Isn't that right John."

     "Yes, sir," he mumbled, still shaking.

     "Are you shaking from fear or excitement, John?"

     "Both, sir," he replied.

     I looked at his ass.  It was still pink from the mornings spanking and one of the belt marks was still slightly visible.

     "I'm going to give your ass a rest, John, unless you do something stupid and become sulky again or defy me in some other way.  Please get up and sit in the chair over here."

     He moved and sat in the chair.  I picked up the knife and cut off a hunk of clothesline and tied his wrist with a bowline knot and then a halfhitch to the arm of the chair.  Soon both wrists were tied to the arm of the chair, as were the forearms just below the elbows.  I knelt and tied his feet to the front legs and his knees around the chair to keep them spread.  Although it probably wasn't necessary, I also tied his chest above the nipples and just below the armpits around the back of the chair.

     Without saying anything I picked up a clothespin and quickly put it on his right nipple, making sure to grasp the whole nipple area, not just the tip.  He gasped, but could clearly take the pain.  I held his head against my chest.  Within a couple of minutes I did the same on the other nipple.  I got up and left him there.  "Please stay there," I chuckled, making a very bad joke, "I'll return in a little while.  Part of tonight's physical session will be the bondage and your need to remain in that position for as long as I determine."

     I went into my bedroom and read a couple chapters of a book--though I was a bit too excited to concentrate.  About 20 minutes later I went back into the kitchen.  I knew that there was no longer any pain in the nipples (in fact it pretty much disappears after 2 or 3 minutes as most readers probably know).

     I began manipulating the right clothespin--pushing it all the way to the left and holding it, all the way to the right, up, down.  The pain again began to build.  I turned it exactly 1/4 turn clockwise, 1/4 turn counter clockwise and held the clothespin in both positions for about 20 seconds.  John began shaking again, as the pain built.  I did the same thing with the other nipple.  I flicked the base of both clothespins with my index finger.  I continued to torment John's nipples until I could see him beginning to gasp.  I continued this for about 20 minutes, keeping his nipples at a threshold.

     I then put a clean dishrag in his mouth and wrapped a piece of clothesline tightly around his mouth, gagging him.  I knelt down beside his chair and held his head against my chest and kissed him lightly on the forehead.

     "I want you to endure some severe pain, not only as a punishment, John, but I also want you to endure it for me."  John did not know that pain would flood his body when I removed the clothespin--I had only discovered that the night before. (I'm sure that most readers know this.)  I took off the clothespin from his right nipple.  Blood rushed back in and I could tell that the pain was great.  I waited about 20 seconds until John just began to relax, then grabbed the nipple and twisted it firmly.  The whole chair shook and I held John's head against my chest.  After about 3 minutes I squeezed it gently, just enough to remind him of the pain.  I got up, took off the gag, got a glass of water and gave him some.  I kissed him lightly on the forehead, and lightly touched his throbbing cock.

     "In 5 minutes, John, I'll gag you again and we'll take off the second clothespin."

     "Please, sir.  Don't twist it like you did.  I can't take that.  That was horrible pain."

     I gently stroked John's head and kissed him on the cheek.  "But John, you did take it.  I'm proud of you.  Don't whine now, John.  You know it won't do any good.  Just practice deep breathing and get yourself under control."

     I briefly left the kitchen.  I returned exactly 5 minutes later and gagged John again, and repeated the same procedure with the left clothespin.  John's face was red and the whole chair thumped and vibrated as he strained against the ropes.  I have since learned that the first time with the clothespins is always the worst.  Nipples become a bit innured to the pain.