New punishment regime

New punishment regime

Why had I fallen asleep?
Because I was tired from
the tension and strain?
Because of the blindfold?
Because of the stress and fighting against the unnatural fear of not knowing when the crop would strike me?
All of those were coming together because of Mistress keen awareness and expert timing of the blows that could not be anticipated.
With the addition of the earplugs to add to the sensory deprivation of the blindfold, I was woken by her first blow. Unable to predict at all when the crop would commence its downward travel nor to assess how fast or how quickly it was moving this was a departure from normal punishments as we had discussed. In order to protect my Mistress's hearing another “adjustment” to my accoutrements was the inflatable cock gag.
This I hated because although Mistress was spared the sound of my screams my throat still made them so was getting quite raw.
Then I had her final surprise which, later, was to be a one-off event although as I slave I could never be sure of that, she removed from my hand the one signal of safety. The little flag I could wave to ask for mercy and that she would stop the punishment she took away. At this point I determined that I would offer no more struggle or shaking of hand to show Mistress that I would proudly go where she took me on her journey and my fate was totally in her hands. I did not know then that she took a break
for a coffee just to give her arm a rest and to give me false hope that she had finished today’s regime. Of course, this hiatus was shattered when the first of a new wave from the wire whip landed on my right thigh.
Not just a new instrument but she had moved to the other side of the bed to
find fresh flesh to decorate with her artwork. Another short break while she separated my thighs repositioning my legs to give the whip access down the inside of my thighs and also, with the first blow, to my tied balls. Even though I had promised myself not to scream, nothing could prevent my throat from trying and I felt tears at the intensity of the pain.
Mistress caught my balls many more times before she stopped from sheer exhaustion and her arm and shoulder demanded a long bath and much massage from me when she removed and freed
me from my constraints.
Unlike all previous punishments she refused me access to her bathwater and refilled the bath with fresh, but hotter water and I could not muffle or stop the screams this produced, and I knew my screams were going to add a new punishment but was further surprised when she applied this immediately with the addition of rubbing all my wounds with lemon juice as soon as I got out of the water.
This pain brought fresh tears to my eyes and the news that I would suffer this addition to every punishment from then onwards.