The Apprentice

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Little x was waiting. Waiting for his Mistress to enter the room. He was nervous, fidgety. Even after all this time, after all these sessions under his Mistress’s cane, he still felt weak with anticipation. He tried not to think of things like what kind of mood his Mistress would be in – instead thought only of the pleasure to come. He did wonder sometimes about this pleasure. About the mingling of his gratification and that of his Mistress – for she undoubtedly did experience some pleasure. Was that pleasure derived from the mere infliction of pain or from the satisfaction of a caning so expertly delivered? Probably a combination of the two… The door opens and his Mistress enters, followed by another woman. Little x has never seen this woman before. She’s young, considerably younger than his Mistress, tall and lithe with smooth white skin and hair the colour of oxblood. Her hair is scraped back tightly from her face and cascades in long curls down her back. She’s dressed in a black leotard and looks like a ballerina except for the black fishnet tights and black patent leather high heeled shoes. She is making a valiant attempt to look calm, in control, but her excitement is betrayed by the sparkle in her blue eyes and the hardness of her nipples showing clearly through her leotard. “By the way you’re devouring her with your eyes, I’d say you like my Apprentice little x” his Mistress says. “Lower your eyes bitch!” Little x obeys of course but, even with eyes lowered, is acutely conscious of the Apprentice. She exudes an energy which makes him think of a tiger – all grace and power – but a young tiger not yet fully aware of it’s own potential, not yet in command of its strength. “My Apprentice is here to learn the art of caning little x, and I thought you would be a perfect subject for her to learn upon. Oh, and we have a few observers today. I told them you wouldn’t mind – not that it would make any difference if you did.” The Mistress pulls back a curtain at the end of the room to reveal 10 or 12 young women – all seated on chairs and looking at little x expectantly. “Little x – expose your buttocks and kneel at the whipping bench so that the girls have a good view.” Exposing himself in front of all these young women makes him blush and fumble clumsily with his pants. He feels the impatience rising from his Mistress and hurries to kneel in front of the bench and bend over. He hears a giggle ripple through the crowd of girls. “Silence! First I will demonstrate the correct technique” says his Mistress and proceeds to touch little x’s face gently with the tip of her cane and when she touches his mouth he kisses the cane with dry, trembling lips. Without further ceremony his Mistress stands behind him and strikes his exposed buttocks three times with her cane – spacing the blows so that each blow is struck just as the pain of the previous blow reaches its peak. The ecstasy of the pain, of the exquisite attention of his Mistress, makes little x’s head reel – makes his penis harden, makes his heart pound. He pants like a dog – like a bitch. The cane is handed to the Apprentice and little x hears it swish as she flicks it experimentally through the air. Suddenly she strikes – hard, fast and without restraint. Little x yelps and jerks as the pain sears through his body. The Apprentice strikes again with such force that little x panics as his mind tries to retrieve his safe word – it’s been so long since he had to use it – what the hell is it? As the agony recedes somewhat, little x feels something warm trickle down the outside of his thigh. Through the red fog in his head he hears a sharp slap as his Mistress smacks the Apprentice’s face and snatches the cane away from her. “You careless little slut – you’ve drawn blood! Did you hear nothing I said?” The Apprentice hangs her lovely head in humiliation – her white face flushes with shame. A low murmur runs through the onlookers and they wonder; how will the punisher be punished?

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3 comments to The Apprentice

  • Tommieboy

    Another spectacular Bedtime Story, Empress! You had everyone on the Magic Bus (including me of course) in a complete dither!

  • asia

    I have just read a book on torture. It includes some of the most insidious, inhumane, diabolical atrocities that have ever been done to fellow humans. To my utter shame i think i have come up with something that would make the writers of the Geneva Convention cringe in horror and roll over in their collective graves. Tying the punisher to a lazy boy recliner (the torture will be horrific enough), feeding the punisher copious quantities of coffee to keep him awake…and forcing the punisher to listen to aisa’s jokes until the punisher is driven to the depths of despair. Teetering on the brink of insanity before plunging into its abyssal abyss the punisher will soon be begging for mercy, for the sweet release of death.

  • anal .

    lots and lots of anal .

    and also, forced to endure an endless loop of

    asia telling the infamous : ” bear vs hunter ”

    joke .

    that’ll fix her wagon good !

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