“Yes, Miss!” Keith whimpered.
“And when was that?”
“Just before, Miss! While we were chatting and you were explaining the options to me, Miss! And while we were walking down the corridor, Miss!”
“I see. Well, that’s very naughty of you! Miss Elizabeth doesn’t approve of her submissive clients masturbating in the reception area and corridor, sir! And were you also studying my rather large bottom, perhaps sir, whilst you were doing so?”
“Yes, Miss!” confessed Keith, his erection rearing and stiffening even more fully before her, “and your legs and high heeled pumps too, Miss!”
“I see. You’re a naughty boy, aren’t you? I don’t think the Mistress will be pleased to hear about this!”
“No, Miss!”
“Now turn about and show me your bottom! I need to make sure there’s enough meat on it to take the Mistress’s punishment implements!”
“Yes, Miss!”
Keith turned about to show the young woman his backside. She pulled his underpants down to fully reveal his buttocks. He felt her cool fingers pull, pinch and squeeze.
“Oh yes, there’s plenty of rump meat here, sir!” she complimented him. “You do have a big bottom, don’t you? And would you like to have it marked by the Mistress’s implements, sir, or would you prefer to leave it unmarked?”
Keith thought about it for a moment. He’d never thought about having his bottom whip-marked by his Domme. “I don’t know, Miss! What do the other customers do, Miss?”
“Well, sir, many of them like to take a few weals home with them! It means that their bottoms remain hot and red for several days after their session, and they can relieve themselves to their hot abused flesh whilst recalling their session with the Mistress! Their hot bottoms are their souvenirs of their session with the Mistress – it’s their Mistress’s signature!”
“I see.” Keith thought about it. It seemed like a good idea, he thought, being a way to extend the value of his session into the following days. “I think I’d like a hot bottom and some weals, please Miss!” he replied.
“Very good, sir, I’ll tell Mistress! Now turn about and show me your dickie again, I’d like to inspect your scrotum and testicles!”
“Yes, Miss!”
Keith turned back to face the young Miss. His big penis stood up stiffly. He felt her pull and squeeze his dangling balls. “Ooh, Miss!” he grunted.
“You have lovely big nuts, sir!” she complimented him. “Have you had an ejaculation recently?”
Keith thought for a moment.
“This morning, Miss!”
“I see. And are they very sensitive to pain or pressure, sir? Have you had electrical treatment on them, sir?”
“I think they’re about normal, Miss! And no, I haven’t had electrical treatment on them! Is that something the Mistress does to them, Miss?”
“Oh yes, sir! She may choose to lightly punish them as part of your submissive training! I’m sure you’ll find the process quite interesting!”
“I see, Miss!” Keith’s erection stiffened and reared. The idea of having his balls punished – or even electrocuted – had never occurred to him. “And what about my erection, Miss?” he asked, “Will the Mistress punish it also?”
“Quite possibly, sir! It depends on how naughty Miss Elizabeth thinks you’ve been! Often it’s part of the relief process!”
“I see, Miss!”
The pretty young Miss pulled up Keith’s undies and trousers and tucked his rampant erection awkwardly into them. Then she took his arm and led him, hobbling uncomfortably with his rampant dick straining in his trousers, to an old fashioned timber standing stocks which featured a low vertical wooden headboard for his wrists and neck. She opened its top board for him.
“In you go now, sir!” she directed. “I’ll lock you in and then I’ll fetch Miss Elizabeth to attend to you!”
“Yes Miss! Thank you, Miss!”
Keith bent forward into the headboard and the young Miss brought its upper half down over his neck and wrists. She locked it there. Then she left the room.
To be continued in Part 2