Monday Mash Up, Transgressive Thursday
Mistress Nefertiti Goes Rogue
Or Luke Kent checks in for sexual healing
As Luke folded his clothes into the locker he shivered, and not because he wore only a black studded PVC thong. His heart thudded and goosebumps rose on his skin because his dominatrix was very strict, and he hadn’t visited her for over a month. Taking a long vacation to the Nile Delta would most likely invite strict punishment. He studied the gold snake arm bracelet he’d brought back — an item of jewellery this ugly might appease her.
“Kneel and bend over you worthless dog!”
Mistress Nefertiti had been verbally abusing Luke for ten minutes while viciously attaching nipple clamps then fastening a gimp mask over his ball gag.
Luke was pressed to kneel in front of the washing machine used by staff at the dungeon to clean the plethora of towels that got soiled daily. He understood she wanted him to put his head inside the drum, but the musky, bleachy smell of so much ejaculate was dizzying. It seemed as if Qadesh the Goddess of ecstasy and lust was playing a trick on him when Mistress Nefertiti wedged his head and shoulders into the rubber edged aperture.
Immediately Luke was trapped and cowed, Mistress Nefertiti began to wallop his naked buttocks with her new paddle: a hexagon at its widest part, but made of heavy rubber so it was cruelly slappy. She rained spanks on both cheeks, his upper thighs and the tender under-bum crease. She worked rhythmically and didn’t let up until his flesh glowed crimson.
Luke couldn’t cry out, but he managed to moan around the hard ball in his mouth, while rivers of drool soaked the already damp towels. He had a brief respite while, presumably, his dominatrix picked a new instrument of punishment. Experience warned it would be worse than the first.
Crack. Smack. Whack.
The cane of dread. A device torturous. The object of Luke’s nightmares and yet the harbinger of the subspace he craved.
As her submissive client slipped into another world, Mistress Nefertiti grinned with satisfaction, she loved her job! She continued her relentless punishment, all the time watching for subtle signs that Luke was taking on too much.
When the session was over, Mistress Nefertiti helped Luke back away from the washing machine drum and drew him up to standing. Now she unfastened the clover clamps. Luke groaned and thrashed as blood rushed back to his tortured nipples. She lowered her head to suck each in turn, making him stagger with pleasure, but tears leaked from his eyes.
“You did very well,” she praised him.
Luke rested his head on her shoulder and accepted her comforting embrace. What he had just experienced united them in a way he couldn’t describe, but needed to survive his stressful city job.
“See you next week, dog.” Nefertiti dismissed him with a slight smile.
Luke almost floated back to the lockers to dress in his street clothes. When he stepped onto the sidewalk it was a warm spring day, a buzzing bee drifted past his ear as he strode towards his office, with new energy in his step.
Written in response to Sonja Glucksberg & Jonathon Sawyer’s two-pronged challenges. I’ve risen to The Kraken Lore’s April Prompt & Monday Mash Up #21. I wonder if Alex Irvine or Marsha Adams could be tempted? Look out for May More 💜 Tales’ rising to the challenge.
Scoring: I chose prompt #2 Mentions: Buzzing bee, Ugly piece of jewellery — snake bracelet, Nile Delta has 4 wetlands, a hexagon shape — the paddle Anastrophe: A device torturous Total: 10 points (1 for tallying it up)
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