My Dark Goddess Ch. 02 Pt. 02

I get out of bed and survey the mess we have made, taking 10 minutes to give that big black strap on a good scrub and leaving the housekeeper a note asking to please change the sheets which are completely soaked in sweat, lube and the results of your assault.

I feel bad for not being properly prepared and cleansed, but in the moment, there was no way I was saying no to that!

Taking my time in the shower I hear my phone ding the special ding that means it is you.

"We have time, let's get a gym session in."

I groan internally... how fit are you when you can spend the last 24 hours as intensely as we have then still want to exercise?

But of course, I cannot disappoint you so reply with a little smiley face and "10mins?"

"Perfect," you reply

9 minutes and 45 seconds later I open the door to you with your hand raised ready to knock, perfect timing!

I surreptitiously glance up and down as we head to the gym, your plait bouncing between your shoulder blades as you walk, a spring in your step. Your black crop top and bike pants accentuating your muscular, slim form, your gym bag over your shoulder high lighting your biceps, your ass round and firm stretching the thin fabric, the perfect blend of strength and feminine energy. My heart skips knowing that I get to spend another 48 hours with this vision of Nordic perfection. I am soo soo lucky and blessed!

You hold the door open for me as I enter, marveling at the rather impressive set up for a motel gym, not just cheap home equipment but quality commercial gear that would not be out of place in a high end gym, and completely empty apart from us.

I turn to tell you how impressed I am, and notice that you have locked the door behind us, an evil glint in your eye.

I suspect you have something planned, maybe some humiliation where you prove how strong you are compared to me, but no, the dark goddess re-appears.

"Down"

I drop to my knees before you, eyes flicking left.to right, confirming that the gym has no cameras... thank goodness for small mercies!

You toss me a set of leather ankle and wrist cuffs that you have removed from your bag

"Put these on."

I do as I am told, especially when you bark at me, telling me they need to be tighter.

"Kneel before me!"

"Yes, mistress."

Kneeling before you as you walk around me, one hand on my head, trying to think what you are going to do to me today.

You reach into your bag

"Well, slave, I have a gift for you. you have performed all of your duties well thus far and deserve some sort of recognition for that."

You bring out a wide leather collar and hold it up for me to see, the beautifully padded inner surface, the well made stainless steel buckles and fittings and finally I see the custom embossed writing

"Slave Dave."

My smile lights up the room, such a personal and special gift. I turn it in my hands, admiring the detail, the stitching, the little metal tag like a dog collar stating if found, return to Mistress Nina.

My smile broadens even more as you tighten it around my neck, not too tight but firmly enough that I am under no illusions as to who is in control right now.

You lean down and whisper to me.

"After last night's indiscretions, you need to understand that I am in charge."

I stammer, "yes, mistress, of course."

"While ever you have this collar on, you must be the perfect slave; only when it is off, you ask to take liberties with your mistress. Do you understand?"

"Yes, mistress, I will be the perfect slave until you remove the collar that bonds us."

You clip a bright red leash on me and lead me to the cable machine on all fours, holding the leash tight so my nose is barely an inch from your ass, so I pretend to trip so my face collides with that amazing creation.

"Stand and starfish!"

I do as I am told, arms and feet spread wide, like a static star jump, and await your command

I absently note that notice that the cable crossover machine I am now standing in is a Titanium USA platinum series, sounds fancy.

You drag one cable out and clip it to my left wrist, and when you let go of the cable, I am pulled to the left... hard...

You clip another cable to my right wrist, which pulls me back into the centre of the machine, the 30kgs on each side stretching my arms out and up like an old fashioned torture machine.

You repeat this with my legs, my body now in tension, stretching me between the uprights, so I can move but only with extreme effort against the weights.

You step back and admire your handiwork... smiling with satisfaction that I am once again immobilised, in front of a full length mirror in front of me with another on the wall behind me.

You drag a weight bench over... "My my my Slave Dave, what toys do we have in here for Mistress to play with?"

Again the cut throat comes out, and I tense, wondering if my poor abused ass can cope with another raping like last night.

You slice my t shirt around my nipples, giggling to yourself as you see me wince as you take chest hairs as well.

Likewise you cut a hole so my cock and balls are exposed, giggling more as you take more hair with it.

Taking more pics, you get my hood out and cover my face... gotta remain anonymous for twitter!

Pics done, you whip the hood off and continue cutting until I am completely naked, naked in the gym, and feeling all self-conscious.

I look in the mirror and see you rummaging in your bag... and your hand appears with a long, thin cane.

"Do you like the look of this?"

"Yes, mistress."

"Do you deserve to be punished?"

"It is up to my mistress to decide my punishment."

THWACK!

You slap the cane onto the weight bench, the sharp crack echoing through the gym.

"Good slave, how many do you think you can take to please me?"

I think for a moment.

"Ten mistress "

"Wrong, you can take 12!"

I wince in anticipation of the pain I am about to have to endure...

You give a few experimental taps on my butt with the cane, and I tense anticipation of the next hard one, but you stop.. it doesn't feel quite right.

You put the cane aside, reach into your bag, and come out with your flogger, 9 long strands of suede leather that we have played with in the past but never fully explored.

"What do you think, slave, is this more suitable in this position?"

" Yes, mistress. I believe it is much more suitable."

You give it a few experimental swings, the strips of leather slicing through the air with a swishing noise, and I am struck with the realisation that you're not going to be showing me any mercy here today. My body tenses, but then I consciously try and force myself to relax, knowing that the more relaxed I am, the less painful this will be.

I feel you step back behind me, see you in the mirror taking your stance, left foot forward, right back, whip in your right hand as you take another couple of swings, the tips of each lash just missing the flesh of my upper back. I can feel the air being parted as they swish past.

You swing again, this time striking my upper shoulders, leaving 9 big red marks. Marking me as yours.

The lash stings, and I try not you show, biting my lip, suppressing the gasp.

You lash again, when you see how well my shoulders mark, you smile.

You rub your hands across the marks tenderly, feeling the welts that are quickly rising from your slave.

"Are you enjoying slavery?"

"Mistress, I love making you smile."

And I know we both love your marks upon my skin. I want to make you happy, clenching tight and taking each impact as you step back and start whipping, lash after lash, striking me until my entire upper back is red with the combined overlapping welts of a dozen lashes.

Even in your Nordic fury, you lash expertly, avoiding my tender parts, avoiding doing me permanent injury. Keeping me right on the edge, my safe word on the tip of my tongue as I think just one more, just one more... the lashes rain down... I feel like I've been punished enough, just as you stop.

"Perfect Slave, but this position isn't working for me anymore, give me one second."

You replace the hood, and I hear you taking more photos, and I know that Twitter is going to have a field day over this.

You dragged the back extension bench over in front of me, then unclipped my right wrist. The weight crashes back into of the stack and I giggle thinking if this was a commercial gym, you'd get in trouble for making too much noise and dropping weights.

You release my left wrist with the same noisy result. To my surprise, you hug me a really tight affectionate. Tender hug whispering in my ear

"Dave, you OK? "

"Yes Nina, I'm doing well and I'm really enjoying this"

".Do you want...is it OK to do more?"

"Yes, mistress please, and would like...I want more."

"Very well."

You very gently and tenderly kiss my cheek, looking into my eyes and telling me you are so proud of me and how glad that you are that you found me to play with.

Back in character you pull me over the top of the back extinction bench, my legs still secured by the weight, being bent over the rack with my ass sticking up in the air, cheeks spread wide for you. My battered anus visible to the world. red and swollen from the last 24 hours.

You survey the scene, my ass vulnerable, my tender white flesh awaiting you as you pick up the cane again.

"I think we're ready for this now. Slave, what do you think?"

"Mistress, you know i am. i want to hurt for you and be marked as yours."

You give the cane a swipe through the air. The noise it makes seems much crueler than the lash as i brace myself for impact but you stop.

I am both pleased and a little scared at the pause.

The way you keep building me up, the anticipation builds and makes me more and more nervous and excited at the same time.

I see in the mirror you reaching to your bag, reaching for that little Honey Birdette butt plug.

A quick dab of lube and you shove it straight into my distended arsehole,

"Oh wow, Slave, that goes in much easier now doesn't it!"

"My fist has done a good job" you say with a little giggle and a conspiratorial glint in your eye.

Without warning the cane strikes my ass. I wasn't quite ready for it, my entire body stiffening as all my muscles spasm in response to your cane, the sting sharp and exquisite, making me bite my lip in ecstasy and pain.

The cane whistles through the air again before the hearty whack as it strikes my flesh, raising a second thin red welt instantly as my body responds, sharp lines compared to the lash.

You step back in admire your handiwork

"Mmmm yes, i think this will do nicely"

"Now count for me"

The cane whistles and that sharp whack...

"One, thank you, mistress"

"Very good"

The cane strikes a fourth time

"Two thank you mistress"

The sting radiating through my body as the blows continue, i count them out

"Three thank you mistress"

You continue to cane me, hard blows, until my count gets to ten,

"Well, we have reached your target, what do you think slave can you take more, can you fulfil your mistress's desires for 12?"

Through gritted teeth, "Yes Mistress."

You deliver the final 2 blows giggling, knowing that you've tricked me into taking 14 when my count was the agreed 12

"How does it feel Slave?"

"It feels wonderful Mistress, the pain turned into pleasure after number 5, and my whole body was loving the sound and the feel of your cane."

You gently run your hand over my ass, your touch feels so cool and soothing on my abused flesh, your fingertips tracing along the red welts of your cane.

You unclip me, helping me to stand, telling me to turn and see your handiwork.

"Look how well you've taken all of your mistress's blows.... are you proud?"

"Yes, mistress, I'm very proud to have been able to serve you like this."

"Look in the mirror see how I've marked you."

" Yes, Mistress, I love the marks you've left on my skin."

. My entire upper back is red raw with the marks of the lash. My ass emblazoned with 14 red stripes across both cheeks in a kind of a criss-cross pattern. I admire the symmetry that you have managed to deliver blows, so evenly spaced across both cheeks, and I am proud to have been your canvas.

"Wow, impressive."

"I'm not done yet," and the hood goes back on.

I feel something on my back.. something sliding over my skin, and then you turn me a little..

"Better light," you explain.

I hear your phone clicking, taking more pictures.

You whip the hood off

"What do you think slave, is that even better?"

Across the middle of my back, the bold letters in lipstick clearly state

"This cockslut is the property of Viking Mistress Nina Nyx."

"Oh My God, it's perfect!"

A knock on the door..

"Quick, get dressed!" you hiss

To Be Continued