Punishment and Humiliation

When I published the short story "Panic Night in the Woods", many people reached out to me on msn or emailed asking for a follow-up. I'm sorry, but we have to go. After that night in the woods with Mr. Fire and his friends, I became a slave to him, serving him and his pals whenever requested. Our second meeting took place a week after that episode. There was no longer any trace of the whips he had applied to me that night in the forest. But the marks left on my memory were alive and remained lit, making me recall vividly every thing I experienced that night. Why had I been so impulsive? Why did I let myself be carried away so easily by a stranger? Now it was too late for regret... Five days after that event, I received in my email the photos taken that night. The subject line was: "You're mine now". And just a short message on it saying, "The next date is coming up. Be prepared". Saturday morning when I wake with my phone ringing, I recognize this voice among thousands of others... - How's my little whore? - Heerr... well, I'm all right. - Answer: I'm fine, sir! Apparently the lesson of that night was not enough for you. You bitch will be punished for this mistake! Write down an address there. I want you to be there today at noon. Go completely shaved, without panties and no bra. I won't tolerate a minute delay. Understood? - It is, sir. When I hung up the phone, I was gasping for air. Then I noticed that my breath had stopped. A chill ran down my spine. What punishment would he impose on me? The address was an apartment in Copacabana, and I calculated it would take about 30 minutes to get there. No, better calculate 45 minutes; he warned that he wouldn't tolerate any delay. I looked at my watch...it was 10:17. Since I was burning for the beach, I chose a white skirt with yellow top and medium-heeled sandals. I looked at my watch... 11:10 hrs. There wouldn't be time to eat anything, so I just drank a glass of milk, made up an excuse for my parents saying that I would go out with a friend, and left quickly in fear of being late. I got into a taxi and headed towards the address. On the way there were thousand thoughts in my mind: Would he be alone? Or would those two be with him too? What is waiting for me when I arrive?... The taxi drops me off at the door of the building. I check my watch for 11:52. There's still a few minutes left. I take a deep breath and try to calm down... there is an overwhelming urge to run away from it all. Then I remember those pictures that were sent ... It was shocking even for myself, seeing myself kneeling in the bush with my mouth open and the jet of urine dripping on my face ... running through the corners of my mouth. Not too humiliating and I could never allow anyone to see these photos ... Now only five more minutes remained ... It's a six-story residential building, with four apartments on each floor. A long corridor separates the front and back flats. In the middle of the hallway there is an elevator and stairs. I come out of the elevator to stand in front of apartment 601. My heart races. The bell rings... it's 11:58. Steps are slowly approaching from inside... I freeze up. I need to get away while there's still time, I think. But the door opens just as I turn around and I hear: <unk> thinking about running away, little doggie? then, knowing that there was no escape anymore, I lowered my head humbly and said no. I stood waiting for him to order me in but he still stands at the door in front of me blocking my passage. <unk> Did you come as I told you bitch? <unk> I nodded yes without taking his eyes off the ground. He wants to be sure. He commands me to take out my skirt right there and hand it over to him. At this moment, I instantly lift up my head to beg and receive a full slap on my face... PLAFTT!! <unk> Obey! Resigned, I looked quickly into the corridor... there was no one but the noise of the moving elevator announced that at any moment someone could appear. Quickly took off my skirt and handed it to him. At this point I was crazy about entering right away because I was very afraid somebody would show up in the hallway, but he seemed to be having fun. He kept staring at me for a few seconds which felt like an eternity until finally he spoke mockingly: - <unk>If you want to leave now you can go, little doggie.<unk> Depressed I replied: <unk>No sir ... I wanted to go in, because I was half-naked down the hall. He then said back: "My wife doesn't come here with her clothes on. Take off my shirt and give me up". The order made me freeze - it was too much! But the noise of elevators going up and down, fear that someone would suddenly jump onto this floor without mentioning that one of our neighbours might get out... all these things made me take off my blouse as quickly as possible and hand it over, praying that he will command me to enter later. I stood naked in the corridor, wearing only sandals, outside the apartment door. I felt so ashamed that I couldn't face him, so I stood on my head the whole time waiting...until I could stand it no longer and begged: "Please Lord let me in". But he decided to punish me. And instead of letting me go inside, he said:"Do you want to come in?" Who knows if I'll let you in like this...I hesitated to carry out your order, more because of fear than rebellion ... the fear of being caught in that humiliating situation froze my movements. He then told me: <unk> I have all the time in the world, little doggie, but you must understand that the longer it takes to fulfill my orders, the longer you expose yourself. And I don't give a shit if anyone sees it that way! <unk> I swear, I wanted to obey him and end this humiliation once and for all. But the shame and fear were so great I could not move. He waited awhile then he spoke roughly: - "Your bitch my patience has run out!" I stopped in front of him, noticed that he was on the third floor and going up... quickly stretched out my arm, pressed the button and turned to go back. Then I realized Mr. Fire had opened the door wide and stood sideways making a sign with his hand for me to enter and leaving some space so I could walk through it on all fours. I hope you've learned your lesson, bitch... never even think about disobeying an order from me. - Yes, sir. I said with a sigh. - Now go to the middle of this room and lie on your stomach, arms outstretched, legs wide apart so I can teach you a lesson for not treating me with proper respect today when I called. I crept to the place indicated and immediately put myself in an orderly position. I hear his footsteps approaching me slowly. He stands beside me and looks at me. He lifts one of his feet, and the sole of his thin-tipped shoe descends slowly over my right breast. I feel him touch my beak and press on it... gradually the pressure increases as he treads with his boot upon my chest. I bite my lips to muffle a scream. He proceeds with torture... squeezing more and more like he wants to crush it. Tears well up in my eyes, but I mustn't scream or make him angry... Still mercilessly crushing on my breast he starts making circular motions and at the edge of my pain I let out a muffled groan.. <unk>aaiii<unk>. He smiles satisfied and relieves the pressure from my battered chest slowly his foot moves towards my other breast and torture is repeated. Start treading with your shoe until you see me reaching the limit of pain The tears now flow freely through my eyes and there is a biting joy in the smile he gives when he notices drops of sweat running down all over my body. I am still lying on the floor in the same position...my crushed breasts mercilessly throbbing with pain. I feel like massaging them to diffuse the pain, but do not dare move myself. Now he heads downstairs and stands upright between my open legs. His right foot begins moving slowly towards my boccyte and I feel coldness run across my spine. Soon after, I feel the tip of his shoe gently passing through my cleft as if caressing it... until suddenly he starts kicking little bites all over my muzzle with the heel of the shoe... and I go crazy not knowing whether from pain or pleasure! Then he stops and goes forcing its beak slowly but firmly at the entrance to my skirt. Unintentionally I feel myself getting wet.. drenched. It forces itself on me till a small part of the beak is inside my mouthpiece... thrills of joy invade without being able to control them. Then again he stops, pulls it out of there and the tip of his shoe now directs itself menacingly to my clitoris. He slowly starts stepping on it pressing down at the same time as making circular movements over it... pushes harder and stronger increasing the speed of movement I go into a frenzy and enjoy myself abundantly upon her feet she smiles contentedly passes all the sole of her shoe across my soaked muzzle like wanting to scoop up all the liquid licks the entire sole with my honey Then he walks over to my head, lifts his foot on my face and offers me the sole of his shoe, saying: - "Come now, you ordinary dog... thank me for making her laugh even when you don't deserve it.<unk> And passing your tongue through every soles of her shoes I began to lick them willingly until they were very clean". And so began my second date with Mr. Fire, and a lot of things happened during that weekend but I'll tell you about it another time...