by MistressAlaya
published on July 18, 2008

A day in the life of Mistress Alaya

I had volunteered for a severe beating from Mistress Alaya several days before. Why? Because I am a slave and all slaves are anxious to serve their Mistresses or Masters in whatever way they can, whenever they can. It is often a painful and humiliating duty, but a good slave is always eager to please. He will perform any task without question, and will gratefully accept any treatment imposed on him.

And so I stood there: quivering, naked and vulnerable at the bottom of Her stairs. In spite of all my previous training, I was *very* scared indeed. I knew just how painful it could be serving a cruel Mistress ? and believe me, no matter how often you have tasted the lash it hurts every bit as much each time.

Mistress Alaya appeared at the top of the stairs and although I knew it was wrong, I dared to raise my eyes and gazed briefly on Her sheer beauty. She is divinely gorgeous, but there was no mistaking the look of sheer contempt as She surveyed Her new possession - me. With my stomach churning I stepped up to Her as commanded and knelt. My head bowed, a collar and chain clicked ominously into place ? and I was tugged roughly towards my destiny. Her sharp, beautifully fitted business suit emphasized my own nakedness whilst Her shapely curves emphasized my own ugliness. I felt totally and utterly worthless.

Obediently I dropped to all fours and began to hungrily lick Mistress's very high-heeled boots as She made Herself comfortable on the sofa. It is a perfectly natural position for a slave ? kneeling at his Mistress?s feet: She towers over him, making him feeling totally vulnerable with his knees splayed wide, his naked backside pushed high up in the air and his irrelevant cock and balls dangling uselessly in the open. It is a position of total subservience that leaves the slave completely exposed and open for any kind of abuse as he licks and slurps the dirt off Her boots.

At Her command I knelt up, passed Her a cigarette and managed to light it ? even though my hands were trembling badly. It was divinely humiliating to be used as Her ashtray ? I savoured the hot, foul-tasting ash as She smiled down on me, blowing smoke in my face. I was even allowed to admire Mistress as she smoked ? She taunted me with her magnificent semi-exposed breasts and I was encouraged to put my face so, so close to them ? but of course I could not touch them. Needless to say I felt utterly worthless in the face of such beauty.

Mistress Alaya interrogated me as She enjoyed Her cigarette, and I got my face slapped several times for not answering Her questions fast enough. My cock was solid and already dribbling pre-cum ... Mistress made me lick it all up, wipe myself clean with my hands and then lick my fingers dry. It was clearly time for me to be punished for all the pleasure I had just been permitted, and She grabbed my balls roughly, clamped a clothes peg on the end of my penis, and pinched my nipples hard until I yelped. It was my first taste of pain at Her hands ? and I will never forget it ? my head was spinning.

I was dragged up against a large mirror and told to brace myself. Mouth tasting of ash and cum, legs trembling, nipples aching, I locked my arms and bent over ? totally surrendering myself to my Mistress. The spanking commenced. I counted each blow out loud and thanked Mistress. My bottom was certainly glowing after 20 hard whacks - and I can tell you that there was no happier slave on the face of the planet at that time.

Mistress stood behind me and teased me, rubbing her tits against my back as She grabbed and fondled my balls roughly. I was Her possession now. I could barely breathe when she stood in front of me and teased me with her tits in full view. She exposed and played with her nipples, so, so very close to my mouth - she dared me to touch and I tried so hard to resist, whimpering in the face of complete female superiority. But eventually I just had to touch. I simply could not resist Her beauty any longer - I began to lick Her nipples and breasts greedily... I knew it was SO wrong ? but it was also so divine.

Needless to say, Mistress was not impressed. I got slapped. Hard.

There was a distinct chill in Her voice as I was once again commanded to adopt the braced position against the mirror. I knew I had done wrong. And I knew it was time to pay. The wait seemed to last for an eternity, but eventually the paddle crashed loudly and heavily against my already battered backside. And it kept crashing down - time after time after time. Between my cries and yelps I somehow managed to call out the strokes and thank Mistress - although I did lose count once or twice, such is the effect of severe pain building up and swamping a feeble slave?s brain. Mistress Alaya was not holding back ? I could feel Her putting her full force into each blow ? She really meant to hurt me ? and She succeeded. After 20 vicious impacts, my bottom was on fire, my brain a blur. It is almost impossible to describe the sheer agony a slave endures during such a beating ? the pain builds and builds with each blow, the slave clenches his teeth and buttocks in preparation for the next impact, not knowing how many strokes his bruised and battered backside will receive ? and yet he stands there, thanking his Mistress obediently as She prepares to hit him and hurt him again ? and again ? and again.

Her initial anger spent, Mistress finally stopped thrashing me ? She left me shaking against the wall, my backside severely bruised, aching and throbbing. I was sweating and gasping for breath. When She returned, She had got changed. She no longer had her tight skirt on and was now wearing only skimpy lingerie and long black thigh length boots. She quickly removed the peg from my cock and replaced it with a full-length cock harness, which She strapped tightly into place. I was ordered to pass Her drink, kneel before Her, and light her next cigarette. What a vision! The cock harness was spiked on the inside, and I think it gave Her great pleasure making me as hard as possible. She forced me to gaze at Her as I ate Her ash - She was relaxing, smiling, after all Her exertions. When She pulled my face very close to Her pussy, the spikes were biting so cruelly into my shaft.

After Her cigarette Mistress ate some grapes - She squashed some on the floor and She laughed as I licked the floor and Her boots clean, the sticky juice smearing itself all over my face as I worked my tongue until it ached. My backside was throbbing badly, my cock was in torment, but I was in heaven at Mistress Alaya's feet.

I could not believe it when I was abruptly rolled onto my back and Mistress straddled me and smothered me with Her pussy ? I was soon gasping for breath, worshipping my Mistress in the most intimate fashion through Her knickers, barely noticing the spikes digging ever deeper into my cock. I was even allowed to fondle Mistress?s breasts ? so smooth, so firm, so perfect. She spat profusely onto my face and into my mouth as I did so ? and I gratefully devoured all of Her fluids. I could not believe I was being so honoured ? surely no slave deserves such pleasure!

But of course there was a price to pay for visiting heaven. I was initially grateful when my cock harness was released, but as I resumed the braced position stood against the wall, my stomach was churning with dread ?

This time I was fiercely whipped with the cat?o?nine tails - including my cock. Mistress mocked and derided me as I whimpered and squirmed at each cut. I stammered out the count and my gratitude, whilst all the time wriggling and writhing. The leather cracked and burnt into my flesh and brain as I hopped and danced under each impact. Any slave who fantasizes about such treatment must be under no illusions ? it is sheer, pure, unadulterated agony. You do not get used to it. You feel no pleasure whilst being whipped ? only the overwhelming waves of pure pain that flood your entire brain as the blows rain down. And Mistress shows no mercy whatsoever ? She is laughing as the whip yet again slashes into you, making you dance and scream. I was not tied down ? I am a slave ? I stood there and accepted this merciless torture gratefully.

After 20 or so strokes, the agony paused momentarily ? but Mistress was still laughing at me as She moved in front of me to watch my tormented face as She pinched and twisted my nipples ever more ferociously. She laughed even louder as I screamed. I was completely Hers and She knew it ? I would have instantly obeyed absolutely any command She issued without thought ? She had demonstrated Her complete superiority and I was now in no doubt that my new Mistress owned me totally ? Mistress Alaya is now in total control of me, for as many years as She finds me might find me worth bothering with.

Although I was now prepared to walk down the street stark naked behind Mistress Alaya on a collar and leash if commanded, I was quite unexpectedly treated to a great pleasure ? arse-worship. Can you imagine! I was even permitted to fondle Mistress thighs, buttocks and breasts as my tongue got yet more frantic, dedicated and prolonged exercise. My blazing backside and bruised cock were temporarily forgotten as I devoutly paid homage to Her glorious rear, my nose and mouth forced into Her back cleavage as I gasped an occasional gulp of air before plunging back into paradise.

My reward for such devotion was an even more severe paddling. I could barely utter my thanks between paddle strokes, such was the pain as the leather smashed against my flesh. She was laughing so loudly as I yelped and writhed under the rain of blows. I have been beaten before, but NEVER with such ferocity as this; I could barely stand up as the 80th strike landed.

I eagerly dropped to my knees and performed yet more arse-worship, as Mistress towered over me, barking commands for me to instantly obey. But I was soon against the wall again ? this time to get whipped with a thin crop - fast, stinging blows that built the pain up and up even further. I didn?t think I could take any more punishment, but I kept reminding myself that I was a slave ? and a slave must suffer for his Mistress whenever required. I think I had counted to my hundredth stroke before Mistress left the room ?

And my final beating was about to commence. It was with a paddle again ? I suspect a heavier implement of torture than used on me up to now. I simply couldn?t count as the thrashing went on and on, I was far too busy squirming, hopping and crying. Mistress was obviously determined to break Her new slave completely, and of course She succeeded. Weeping and sobbing, I eventually just had to beg Mistress to stop. And so I am a complete failure. A dismal, broken and pathetic failure.

She asked if I wanted Her to beat me even more and draw blood ? and to my eternal regret, I said: ?no Mistress? ? oh how I wish now I had said: ?yes please Mistress?. I know I failed Her and that I had yet again demonstrated just how inferior slaves are in comparison to their Mistresses.

Shattered, I tried to wank as She commanded, but I simply couldn't cum. I was totally defeated, tears running down my face. I had to admit that I am actually a useless sissy slave who would be eager to be used and abused by Her other male slaves if it gave Her pleasure.

I was simply told to leave and buy Her some cigarettes, post them back through the letter-box and then depart. A suitably dismissive ending to my pathetic attempts at pleasing Her.

I do so hope I will be allowed the privilege of serving Mistress Alaya again ? I will obey any and every command without question. I hope She wants to torture me again ? even harder, if that?s possible. I will gratefully ?service? any of Her slaves at a moment?s notice whenever She commands ? in whatever way She commands. If She needs a body to whip in public, or for any other reason, I would leap at the chance. I now belong to Her. Completely.

Defeated,
Slave Derek