by samie
The Dreaded Punishment Cell
The footsteps rang out on the stone floor as they approached the heavy door of her dungeon cell. The feel of her binds around her ankles and wrists cut sharply into her tender skin. Each step closer her heart pounded faster and louder, surely her Master could hear her fear. Not once had he spoken nor looked at her as they made their way down to the place she dreaded so greatly.
Maybe if she begged or pleaded then he would relent and forgive her, but she knew this time she had pushed his love just too far. Looking up she saw it, the cold, dark cell. He stopped and took out his key. The sound of his keys clashing together broke the silence. Still he did not dare to look into her pleading eyes. She knew that this hurt him almost as much as her self.
The door creaked as her Master threw it open. Then he turned to her, his face full of sorrow but they both knew this time she needed to learn a cold harsh lesson.
“Inside now” he commanded, and with that the tears welled up in her eyes and she lowered her head so he could not see her sadness. Once she was within the confined bars, he closed and locked the cell door and left her alone.
His footsteps echoed along the corridor, with each step her fear and pain within grew greater. The tears fell as she sobbed out loud. Minutes passed by before she leant down to release her bound ankles. The rope around them had chaffed her soft skin and she rubbed them gently to ease the pain, pain she knew that she deserved.
Why had she been so foolish, why had she let her Master down, why had she taken his love and trust and abused it. Questions raced around her mind, if only she knew the answers. If only she could turn back the clock. Still the tears rolled down her tender face, her beautiful face smeared with sadness.
Pacing around the confined bars she longed to hear her Master’s voice, it felt like hours had passed by, yet it was merely minutes. With thoughts of her Master in mind, Mia trembled at what was to come. What punishment would he deem worthy of her disobedience.
The sound of her cries echoed around the dark cold basement, all alone her heart cried out for the love and warmth her Master gave her. Mia sat down and buried her face into her knees, rocking back and forth praying she could be strong and hoping this pain would be over soon.
A door creaked open and she heard it bang, looking up Mia’s heart raced as she heard her Master’s foot steps along the stone corridor. Michael entered the basement but did not speak, he did not look at her, should she speak, her mind ran wild with desire to talk to him. Michael placed a chair down a few feet away from her cell door and then he left.
Mia heard the door slam shut and then the silence took over again. It felt like hours had passed by before she heard it creaking open again, and the familiar footsteps echoing as Michaels heavy feet pounded along the corridor. Again he did not speak, he just sat himself down on his chair and picked up his newspaper and quietly sat reading.
She stood up and walked over to the bars, so close she could hear his breathing, yet so far away she could not feel his warmth and love. Michael turned the pages of his paper and laughed aloud, but still he did not look at her.
Mia tried to silence her tears, she returned back to her corner and sank down burying her head into her knees. She closed her eyes and begged herself not to speak.
Michael placed his paper down upon the floor next to him, and for the first time he looked over at his beloved Nix. Never in all his dreams had he hoped to find someone who could give him such happiness, but the gods had been kind to him, they had given him Nix. Each day he thanked the gods as he did Nix for being in his life.
His heart pounded as he saw how much pain she was suffering, maybe this was enough, may be she had learnt her lesson. But no, he had to stay strong, he had to guide her from her wrongs and help teach her the correct ways. With this thought whirling around his head, Michael stood up and approached the cell door.
The gangling of his keys broke her thoughts but she dared not to look up as she heard the key unlock her cell door. With her face still in her knees she smiled, it was over, he would tell her to come to him and he would hold her within his arms. But something was wrong, he did not speak, the only sound she heard were his footsteps as he sat back down.
Looking up Mia saw her Master pick up his paper and continue to read quietly. Confusion took over, what did he want or expect her to do. Should she speak, should she ask him if she may leave, she did not know. Mia slowly stood up; her legs trembled as she walked over to the unlocked door.
The key was still in the lock, why? What did this mean, Mia stood at the door for a few moments then looked over at her Master, still he would not look at her, still he did not acknowledge her presence. Slowly she turned around and sat back down her heart full of pity and sorrow.
Time seemed to have no meaning; it could have been hours that passed by. Finally Michael broke the silence and spoke. He placed his paper down and looked up at his darling Nix.
“Mia, you gave me your gift of submission freely, right now I am not your Master, you are not my collared submissive. I have unlocked your cell door and I am about to give you a choice to make”. He looked at his poor confused Nix. Why had she been so silly?
“You have the choice to walk out the cell door and be free, free to live your life as you please, or you can choose to continue our relationship as my collared submissive. As such you accept all we agreed when I placed my collar around your neck. You accept that I will always value your opinions and listen to them, but that I have the final say in all matters. As your Master I am here to guide you, teach you and always love you”.
He moved forward, his eyes spoke of his great sadness.
“Mia, only you can decide the answer to this, but you must be honest to yourself. The door is open, you have your freedom there facing you, please think carefully”. And with that Michael returned to his chair and the silence returned.
Freedom she thought, freedom to decide her own wishes, freedom to live as she pleased. Mia stood up and walked over to her cell door. Both hands holding onto the cold bars she looked over at Michael. With her own freedom she would lose him, she would lose his love, his warmth, and his strength. How could she cope alone without him to guide her?
Her mind screamed out for his love, her heart pounded as she fought the desire to barge open the cell door and run away, but she knew if she did that he would never forgive her. That would be the end of all they shared and wanted. How could he do this? Why would he let her alone make this decision? why, why, why she thought.
Mia pushed the door wide open. Michaels heart stopped as he heard the door creaking open, she was leaving him, his Nix, his little one, his world and she was about to walk away. He could not look, he dared not to speak for fear that he would lose his control and beg her to stay. The seconds passed and Michael was confused, for he heard the door open but he had not heard her tender footsteps as she left.
Mia knelt down, lowered her head and composed her self before she spoke. She took deep breaths to calm her racing heart.
“Master, please may I speak?” the words trembled out of her lips.
Michael looked up and saw his Nix on her knees; he stood up and walked over to the open door.
“Yes Mia you may”. His words were stern, not the usual loving tender sounds she was used to.
“Thank you Master. The day you offered me your collar I gave you my heart, my body and my soul. By accepting your collar, your teaching, your control, your guidance and your love I freely gave you my gift of submission, by giving you my submission I gave you my mind. I have let you down Master, I have let us down, but mainly I have let myself down. I disobeyed your wishes, I deserve to be punished, but please Master, you are all I want and need, you are my life, please don’t throw all we have away for my mistake, I love you” and with that Mia fell silent.
Michael turned around and placed himself back onto his chair. He could not speak, he had heard the words he feared his Nix would not say and he wanted to hold her close in his arms.
“Nix, come sit on my lap”
Mia looked up and smiled, she wiped away her tears and ran over to her Master, he held out his arms as she cuddled up into his body.
They sat silently just enjoying the love they both shared.
“Nix, do you think that you have been punished enough?” he looked into her eyes, Mia wanted to say yes, she wanted to tell him how the thought of losing him was the greatest punishment anyone could have given her, but instead she looked down and replied.
“Master that is for you to decide”
“Nix that is true, and I know that we have both suffered today from this punishment, but I feel that your lesson is not finished yet, please return to your cell”. Mia slowly climbed off her Master’s lap and walked back into the place she hated, the place of fear and loneliness.
Michael stood up and returned back into the house. The cell door was left open, Mia was unsure if he would return; maybe she would spend the night alone with just the thoughts of his arms around her.
A short while after the familiar sound of his footsteps as Michael returned to her.
“Nix, you are to be punished for your errors. Please stand facing the wall, place the palms of your hands upon the wall, flatten your back and stick my beautiful bottom out towards me. Keep those legs straight and do not move”.
Mia moved into the position as she had been instructed and listened as she heard Michael enter the cell. He walked over to her, running his hand along her legs, up and down each one, then gently rubbing her bottom. Mia felt the friction of his touch upon the cheeks of her bottom.
“You will count after each strike, I will not say how many strikes you will receive as yet I have not decided” his words shot through Mia like ice. Without warning his hand crashed down upon her tender bottom. Each strike harder than the previous one; her words trembled as the pain shot through her body.
“Fourrrr….fourteen” she cried.
Preparing her body for the next strike, Mia was relived to feel her Masters hand caress her burning bottom. Michael bent down and kissed each cheek and then left the cell. He walked over to his table of tools. Looking along his display of equipment he decided upon a select few items.
Once back in the cell Michael told his Nix to stand upright and face him, which Mia did, her eyes lowered, her hands cupping her fiery bottom.
“Nix clasp your hands and place them upon your head” Mia followed his wishes and stood silently before him.
“Nix, this is a punishment, why are your nipples firm? Are you enjoying this pain? Or is the chill in the air to blame?” he smiled as he looked at her firm nipples yearning to be teased.
“Master, I don’t know, I am sorry” she replied.
Michael took hold of each nipple harshly and twisted them one way then another. Harder he twisted each one, looking at the beauty of her naked body before him. Once released, he placed a clamp upon each one.
“How does that feel Nix?” he question her.
“Master, it feels tender and slightly uncomfortable” she trembled as her words came out.
“Good, return to the wall in the same position now Nix” he commanded.
“This time I will use the suede flogger upon your backside, I wish you to count each strike aloud but also tell me who you are, a different answer each time please Nix” and he turned to pick up the flogger. Stepping back to get a better swing the first thwack struck.
“One Master for your slave Nix”, Mia answered.
Again the force pelted down upon her sore body.
“Two Master for your fuck slut” the words sounded so crude but they both loved to hear them.
This time Michael moved and struck the tops of her legs.
“Three Master for your lady” and so it went on. Michael stopped after twenty strikes, he was pleased and proud of his little Nix, and she had taken each strike so well.
“Stand up and face me Nix” Michael ordered in a more affectionate way.
Mia did as she had been told, this time she clasped her hands and placed them upon her head without being asked, she knew what her Master expected.
Michael bent down and picked up two weights, gently he placed one on each of the nipple clamps and slowly released them. Nix had to be punished, he knew that, but right now he had to take extra care of how far he pushed her, for he knew that she would not use her safe words in fear of displeasing him.
He ran his fingertips along her bare skin, down over her tummy, missing her clitoris, but down one leg and then back up the other. This time he ran his fingers along her cunt, the cunt he owned, the cunt he cherished.
“Nix why is my cunt wet?” his voice was loud and cross.
“Master, it is your touch that excites me” she pleaded.
Michael smiled and kissed her trembling lips.
“Return to your position upon the wall Nix” this time she heard the love in his words and her heart pounded louder. As she bent down the pull on her nipples twanged through her body, it hurt, but she wanted to please her Master and take the pain, for her punishment was meant to hurt so that she learn her lesson.
Michael did not speak nor warn her, but she felt the sting as his leather flogger slashed into her bottom. Each one harder, each one knocking her body, making the weights upon her nipples move, each strikes shot pain throughout her body.
“Ten, hmm I think that my Nix has done well” he stopped and stroked her red raw skin.
“Face me Nix, I want you to decide which is next, do you wish for the cane or would you prefer the suede flogger again?”
Mia looked at both, inside she wanted to say no more, please no more, but she could not. The suede flogger would be kinder upon her burning body and with that she replied.
“Master the cane” amazed at her words she had spoken she lowered her eyes.
Michael bent down and told her to close her eyes, which Mia did. Surprised as the tit flogger pounded against each of her breasts she almost opened her eyes, but instead she relaxed and focused upon each shot. Her weights pulled as the bounced from side to side, tears began to form in her eyes.
Just before the first tear rolled down her cheek it stopped and she felt Michael’s fingers tease her clitoris. Oh god the feeling of his touch, her body forgot the pain it felt and pleasure took over. Her legs wobbled, she had not realized how excited she was. As he rubbed harder, Michael removed the clamps from her tender nipples and gently rubbed them.
“Return to the wall Nix” pleased he had stopped for she feared a moment longer and she would have cum with his touch. Mia faced the wall and pushed her bottom out proudly to her Master. His tender touch, caressing the rosey red marks stopped as the cane landed upon her.
Mia bit her lip to stop her cries, the second, third, fourth strikes hit her harder and faster each time. Her legs wobbled as the pain became so unbearable. How could she take anymore, but she had to, she needed to for her Masters sake.
“Nix, my little one, face me and kneel down” Mia stumbled onto her knees, the cold floor felt wonderful upon her fiery body.
“Unzip my trousers and suck on my cock, show me how you adore your Master’s cock”
And with that Mia shuffled forward and unzipped Michael’s trousers, slowly easing them down to his feet, he did not move so she left them there.
Running her nails along his firm legs she kissed the trails left from her long nails. Working her kisses back up to her Master’s cock, she took it in her hand and licked the tip, tasting his pre-cum. Wiping it over her lips she looked up and ran her tongue over her pre-cum smeared lips. With her other hand she gently teased his balls.
Sliding his cock into her warm mouth she wanked him. His cock, sliding in and out so beautifully. Mia stopped playing with his balls and licked her finger, and then she ran it back and forth over his arse hole. Removing his cock from her mouth she ran her tongue down over his firming balls. Sucking them gently, flicking them with her tongue.
Grabbing hold of his bottom with her hand she ran her tongue passed his balls back and forth between his arse and the smooth skin that held his bollocks in. faster and harder she licked, while wanking his cock with one hand and pushing his arse closer into her with the other.
It did not take long before she knew he was ready to cum. Michael pulled away and told her to return to the wall, fear took over for Mia knew her body could take no further pain. She was just about to beg him when his hand worked its way around her arse hole and teased it open. It took only seconds for his touch excited her so.
No words were spoken as Michael slid his pounding cock into her arse. Slowly working it in and out Mia closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling. Michael pushed deeper and faster, he could not hold back any longer. He pulled his cock out and placed his firm hand around it and wanked him self as he came firing hot cum over her raw bottom.
Each shot landed upon her sore body, and Michael gently rubbed it in. Kissing her bottom and then turning Nix around to face him he kissed her with such passion.
“I love you my darling Nix, now you wait here, I will return shortly”
Mia pulled up Michael’s trousers and zipped them back up and watched as he left her alone.
Michael smiled as he walked back into the house. First he placed the kettle on and then raced upstairs to the bathroom. Turning on the taps he poured some oil into the warm water. He opened the cabinet and took out some candles, which he placed around the bath. Checking the water, not wanting it too hot, he lit each candle and watched as they flickered. Michael turned off the light and saw the beautiful shadows dance around as the candles flickered in the breeze.
Returning down stairs he made a coffee, which he carefully took up to the bathroom and placed upon the ledge. Next he headed off to the airing cupboard and took out a warm clean towel. A final look around the room and he was happy it was all ready. Michael made his way back down to the basement.
Mia heard his footsteps along the stone corridor and prayed that this would be the last time she ever had to suffer the pain of being here in her cell again. She looked up as Michael entered the cell, his hand outstretched. Mia got up and took his hand and he led her out of the cell and back into the house.
Her body shook from the cold and pain it felt. Michael still did not speak, but guided her through the house and up the stairs to the bathroom. He pushed the door open and said,
“Nix, you have learnt your lesson, now I wish you to lay back and relax as I sit and watch you bathe, then we will tend to your wounds and retire to bed and hold each other as the night draws in”
Mia held back the tears and kissed her Master, knowing that all the pain she felt was nothing to the pain she would be suffering if she had left her cell and walked away from him.