Confessions of a London Mistress

February 24, 2018
Posted in Confessions

Confessions of a London Mistress

I once had a diet slave. I dictated what he should eat daily and I demanded that he workout at the gym four times a week at a minimum. Seeing as I am a qualified personal trainer and a nutrition advisor (I did that course so I could be London’s best Mistress to deal with all those slaves waiting to be told exactly how and when and what to eat..and how many times a week they break a sweat for me in the gym). My disobedient diet slave decided to miss two gym sessions in a row and the worst part is..he decided to lie to me and tell me he had been to the gym on both days.. Little did my darling diet slave know that after he reported to me that he had been to the gym, I was consistent in calling the gym to check if he had indeed been there. We arranged a meeting and upon him entering my chambers I pushed him up against the wall and asked him how his workouts had been going.. He could tell by my energy and the force at which I had him pinned to the wall that it was just too risky to lie further..so he confessed to me that on two occasions that week, he had committed a serious misdemeanor by telling me he had been to the gym, when in fact he had sat around on his fat arse doing jack shit instead of jumping jacks..

Pleased at his confession I then whispered in his ear my own confession.. I already knew about him missing his gym sessions and had enjoyed it when he dug the hole even deeper by lying not one, but twice.. This only provided more fuel for my sadistic fire..and as a result I had a punishment that would work him from the inside out. I threw him on the floor and demanded he start doing push ups and from there I continued to subject him to a grueling workout..he was due a workout after all, seeing as he had been slacking. After watching him pant, sweat and almost cry..I decided he was ready for part two of my planned punishment for him.. One hundred strokes of the cane. He has only ever received a 36 stroke caning. No warning given. I strapped him tighter than ever to my punishment bench..leather straps across his back and thick hardcore leather hand cuffs and ankle restraints. He was ready..arse up..legs restrained apart..his whole body immobile. I gaged him..something for him to bite down on.. Yes I’m kind sometimes.. And as he whimpered, fearing the worst but not sure how bad the worst could potentially be, there was a moment of pure silence.. It was in that moment that I cut through the air fast and strong with the cane creating that familiar sound of punishment lingering intensely behind you where your Mistress waits..armed with the cane and aiming it directly at your arse. Crack…the sound of punishment arriving.. Redness, welts, bruising and those beautiful tears that fell from his eyes on the command of the cane I possessed him with. My diet slave never missed a gym session again.

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