Late-Night Promise
Mother was in an angry and cruel mood. From the beginning of the day Mother had been beating and slapping me for no other reason than to release her anger. My face was sore and bruised from countless slaps and my back was cut from Mothers whip. It was only 11 in the morning and already i was near to the point of breaking and pleading for mercy.
Mercy never came in Mother house. Everyday was a day of torture and pain, not just for me but for all of Mothers slaves. Mother had ten slaves including three pleasure slaves that were kept locked in Mothers bed chamber. the other's were cooks, a butler, ashtray slaves, a stable slave, a pony boy and a whipping boy. I was used as an ashtray slave and foot stool and general whipping boy. Mother seemed to take the most pleasure in whipping and torturing me the most.
I was also used as a pony boy quite often, driven hard till the point of exhaustion. At eighteen years i was strong and muscular, Mother had trained me hard and i had been fed on a high protein diet. I was also trained to withstand hard punishment and long hours of ashtray servitude.
Mother smoked upwards of 20 cigarettes a day and and an occasional cigar. Most cigarettes were eaten by one of her slaves, usually i had to take up to 10 or more myself everyday and mostly cigarettes were extinguished on a slaves body.
All of Mothers slaves had countless burns and whip marks covering their body although Mothers three pleasure slaves had rather less.
Mothers pleasure slaves were of course strong and handsome with large 8 inch cocks. They were trained to be able to give hours of pleasure with both their cocks and tongues and Mother would ride their cocks to her satisfaction nearly everyday.
At 50 years old Mother still retained a beautiful slim body with large breasts and a beautiful light brown skinned face and long black hair. Mothers nails were always immaculately manicured, long, sharp and red.
Mother always wore leather, mostly black or brown. Black leather high heeled boots were her favourite with either a black leather pencil skirt or leather jodhpurs. Sometimes Mother would wear spurs, whether riding or not. Many a time i had felt those sharp spurs in my back when being used as a foot stool.
Mothers slaves were kept mostly naked apart from restraints and collars. Even in the middle of winter Mothers slaves would be naked and would have to stand for long hours outside in freezing conditions as a punishment.
Sometimes when Mother was displeased with me she would put very tight nipple clamps on me and hang me by the clamps inside her wardrobe, my hands bound behind my back and the heady smell of all Mothers leather clothes filling my nostrils. I would be kept hanging all night and if i moved and made a sound Mother would angrily throw the wardrobe door open and burn me with her cigarette or shock me with an electric probe. I would often then be whipped in the morning until i was cut and bloody.
Mother had a dungeon underneath her house as well as a punishment room upstairs next to her bedroom. Both places were rooms that all of Mothers slaves feared the most. Sometimes a slave would be taken in there for days of torture and punishment and all the other slaves would be trembling with fear from hearing the slaves screams emanating from those rooms. Mother also had a whipping post and shackles in the large garden, that was the place for Mother to exercise her longer bullwhips.
I was sometimes kept as an ashtray slave beside Mothers bed when she was being pleasured by her pleasure slaves. I would be kept kneeling by her bed with my mouth wide open and a tray clamped to my nipples. The tray would have Mothers cigarettes, a lighter, an ashtray and i glass of wine perched on it. The pain of it weighing on my nipples would be intense but i was trained to tolerate it for long hours. If i faltered in my service i would be whipped and beaten or worse, taking to the punishment room or the dungeon.
One time when i had dropped a glass of Mothers red wine on an expensive sheep skin rug Mother had dragged me to the dungeon and subjected me to 3 days and nights of absolute hell.
Firstly Mother had me shackled to the ceiling and given me many lashes of her whip until my skin was cut and broken, my screams and cries for mercy only fuelling Mothers anger more. Then I had been strapped to the punishment table and my backside caned until bloody. Then Mother had me put in a tiny and very uncomfortable cage, my sore and bloodied body in terrible pain and i had been kept like that all night while Mother rested. I, meanwhile was unable to sleep due to the pain. In the morning Mother again entered the dungeon and once again i was shackled to the chains from the ceiling and again lashed with Mothers whip until i was on the verge of passing out. If Mother sensed i was about to pass out with the pain Mother would stop and leave for refreshments and then after sometime return and start whipping me again. Every inch of my body was covered in whip marks and broken skin. Occasionally Mother would also stop to enjoy a cigarette, burning me again. and again, especially on my cock and balls and making me eat the cigarette butt. Mothers cigarette butts and spit was the only things i had to eat and drink for 3 days and nights.
Once Mother felt that i had learned my lesson and wouldn't make the mistake of staining her sheepskin rug again i was released from the dungeon and allowed a little water and stale bread in my dog bowl. Mother was sure to put a couple of cigarette butts and some of her spit in there too.
Mother had several sadistic Lady friends that would visit her often and all of Mothers slaves would have to be on their best behaviour while the Ladies visited. Mother was proud of how highly trained her slaves were and also how much pain and punishment they could withstand. The Ladies would often bring their own slaves as well and Mothers and the Ladies would pit each others slave against each other in slave games. One such game was tug of balls. The slave would be kneeling on fours with their back to each other and their balls chained or tied with rope. Being spured cruelly with their respective Mistresses whip the slave would try to pull the other slaves balls over a certain distance, much like a regular tug of war. Both slaves would be screaming in pain both from the kicks and whipping of their Mistress and of course the intense pain in their balls that felt like they were going to tear off their body. Usually an older slave with whom the Lady had no further use of their cock and balls would be used as this particular game would often completely ruin the slaves balls.
I was usually just used as an ashtray at such gatherings but sometimes i would be used to compete against another slave in a game. So far I had not been entered in the tug of balls, however Mother would often use that as a threat and that scared me the most.
Constant fear was my normal emotion however I worshipped and adored Mother as was normal for all slaves in Femdonia. Slaves were considered no more than playthings by Ladies and their pain and suffering was of no consequence other than to give Ladies pleasure. All ladies of Femdonia were naturally cruel and sadistic and also highly sexed. The Ladies of Femdonia would become very excited and sexually turned on when punishing or whipping a slave and usually a pleasure slave would be used after or during a torture session. The pleasure slave would often be kept in a corner, with full erection as their Mistress set about torturing and punishing another slave.
Once Mother decided to punish me for a small mistake I had made. I was shackled to the ceiling in one of Mothers punishment rooms. I was naked and clamps and chains were applied tightly to the tip of my cock and my nipples. While grasping the chains that led from the clamps Mother sat on the large cock of her pleasure slave who was lying on punishment table just in front of me. As Mother rode the slaves cock she would pull hard on my chains causing me to scream in pain. As waves of pleasure would course through Mothers body she would yank hard on my chains causing me to scream loudly in pain and beg Mother to be merciful on me. The more I screamed the more Mother rode the slaves cock and the more Mother moaned in pleasure. Finally after pulling and twisting hard on my chains Mother had a long and loud orgasm. When Mother had finished she remained sitting upon the slaves cock, sometimes moving gently and ordered the butler to bring and light her a cigarette. While enjoying her smoke Mother would tap the ash into the pleasure slaves open mouth and toy with my nipple chains, giving then occasional long tugs.
When Mother had neared the end of her smoke, Mother dismounted her slave and came over to me. Taking a long last drag of her cigarette Mother blew a long stream of smoke into my face and then pulling my cock up by its chain and stretching it upwards Mother slowly stubbed the cigarette out on the underside of my cock and I screamed once again in shear pain. Mother put the extinguished butt in my mouth and then left both me and the pleasure slave chained and alone for the rest of the day and night.
The next day Mother had me released from the shackles and she attached a leash to the metal ring that bound my balls. Yanking hard on the leash Mother dragged me outside and attached the leash to a ring on the wall then sprayed me with icy cold water from the hose. Mother laughed as i screamed and shivered in the morning cold. Mother was of course dressed warmly all in leather with a leather trench coat and high heeled thigh boots and long leather gloves. The water sprayed against the cuts and burns on my body and made me scream in pain.
When Mother was satisfied that i was clean I was left to hang there by my balls shivering and in pain while Mother went inside and enjoyed breakfast. After 45 minutes or so Mother came outside and released the leash from the ring on the wall and yanked me inside. The butler was waiting with a towel and i was dried off so that i would not drip any water on Mothers carpet. Mother had stood watching and when the butler had finished Mother came over and slapped me hard across the face several times with her leather gloved hands. Mother squeezed my face and then slapped me more harder 3 more times.
"Bring this little shit's dog bowl." Mother ordered the butler. The butler held the bowl out and Mother spat in it then picked up an ashtray that had 3 or 4 butts in it and a pile of ash. Mother tipped the ashtray into the bowl then picked up a tea cup that had a little bit of tea left in the bottom. Mother poured that in and then spat again into the bowl. Mother ordered the bowl to be put on the floor. Mother sat upon a bar stool and ordered me to eat. Mother told me sternly that the bowl must be licked clean and not a drop of ash must be left in the bowl. If it wan't licked clean to her satisfaction Mother told me she would give me another 100 lashes of her bullwhip.