当她走到全身裸体只穿了一双高跟鞋的我面前时，我能感觉到她在看着我，她的手臂跟着她修长的大腿摆动着，围绕着我转着圈子，我的眼睛拼命的跟随着她，渴望着她对我的赞同，但是我知道她只会看我的工作，我必须要有耐心，对待任何事务。
“跪下，我的宠物。”
我迅速的按照她的命令跪了下来，尽量优雅的跪在了舒服的毛毯上，将头低埋在了膝盖处，屁股垫在了高跟鞋上，双手停在了我的双膝上，眼睛向下望去，她喜欢我这样做，当时就是这样训练的。她在我周围转圈子打量着我，我能看到她的靴子在我眼睛下走过，黑色的高跟鹿皮绒毛靴，也许过后她会让我闻她的靴子，我喜欢这些绒毛划我的脸上。
当她站在我后面的时候我听到了个奇怪的声音，突然一根黑色的皮革狗项圈绕在了我的脖子上，并且用锁锁上了，这很重，但是很柔软，在我听到钥匙锁上的声音时，我能感觉到我的脸在发烫，这种金属围绕着我脖子的感觉让我感到很兴奋，过了一会，她又给了我另一
个命令。
“抬起你的手，我的宠物。”
“女主人,请问您更喜欢前爪还是后爪呢?”
我能感觉到她声音中对我的笑意“嗯,真是我的好宝贝,伸出你的双手抬起来.”
我伸出了我的双手抬了上去,手腕靠在了一起,她温柔的抚摸着我的双手，然后紧紧的将我的手摆到了背后，我能感觉到她将一对皮革的绒毛手腕铐拷在了我的手上，并且连接到了我的狗项圈上，轻轻的亲了一下我的头，之后她退回到了我的面前，这次她靠在了前面的吧台上，她告诉我说我能起来了，于是我站了起来，这次她在我双腿大腿上绑上了跟皮拷链，并且中间是跟管子连接的，然后又将我的大腿和小腿绑在了一起，这样我只能趴开我的双腿，跪在地上，她很乐意这样玩弄我，我眨了眨眼睛看了看她，我的双手被绑在了背后这样使我的胸部挺到了最大，双腿摊开的状态使女主人能看到我身上的一切，我的身体开始发热，我感觉到我的皮肤在女主人的注视在慢慢变红。
我不知所措的胡思乱想，背后的链子在我微微发抖的身体上发出沙沙的声响，突然我手腕连接在狗项圈上的挂钩松了下来，我几乎要栽倒在地上，我能听到女主人的轻声微笑，当她要严惩我的时候发出的微笑，我赶紧低沉的道歉，并且试图把钩子重新挂回项圈上。我看见女主人的靴子已经来到了我面前，并且温柔的用手抬起了我的下巴，直到让我看到她的眼睛，她很温和得笑着，显得很满意，我的心跳这是跳得非常的快。
“你是多么的可爱啊，我的宠物，你喜欢这样吗？”
“是的，女主人，我很乐意这样做。”
她弯下腰在她的靴子带边取出了一个小钩子，重新将我的双手挂上了狗项圈上，然后吻住了我的嘴，我想品尝女主人的味道，试着移动了下身子，让女主人容易吻得我更深，女主人的舌头伸进我的嘴巴时，我能感受到香草的味道。这时女主人退了出来，说道.
“想玩了吗？我的宝贝？”
我急切的想要女主人的爱抚，不停的点着头，并不是每个晚上都可以这样连续被女主人爱抚的。
“是的，我想要。”
女主人眉毛皱了皱眉说道 “我的宠物，我认为你漏掉了一个词。”
我意识到了我的错误，我没有叫女主人，我想要纠正，道歉，但是在女主人的微笑之下，我知道女主人不会原谅我这个错误的。女主人解开了我脚上的链拷，但是没有解开绑在背后的铐链，并且托住我的肩膀扶着我站了起来。
“你做得很好，我的宠物，但是这将不会让你逃过惩罚的，不过不要担心，我不认为你将再犯这种错误了，是吗？我的宠物？”
“是的，女主人”，我能听见自己谈妥不安的声音，我怎么能犯这种错误，我应该称呼女主人这是在训练中女主人教我最重要的一件事，但是在自己激动之下居然忘记了，我以后应该更加努力的训练了。
女主人将我摆在了房间的最中间，而女主人在旁边修剪着指甲，出神的想着应该如何设法来训练我，我自己也想了几条，但是女主人的想法更加有创造性。
她笑了笑，我知道他想出了些什么，按了下墙壁上的开关，在我头上降下了天花板上的一条锁链，女主人解开了我背后扣在狗项圈上的钩子，然后将我的手腕链锁在了降下的链子上，然后又按了下墙壁上了开关，天花板上的锁链开始上升，我的手臂跟着链子吊在了空中，直到我的脚尖只有一点点能着地的时候，女主人才关闭上升开关，她向后站了站，欣赏着她的杰作，然后点了点头，走到了远处的一个橱柜面前，我能看到女主人拿出了一个皮具的堵嘴球和一个蒙眼罩，然后回到我身边，帮我戴上了眼罩。
“在我堵上你的嘴时，你还有什么话要说，我的宠物？”
“我真诚的道歉我没有礼貌得称呼您，女主人，我愿意接受任何处罚。”
“很好，我的宠物。”
接着我的嘴上被塞住了堵嘴球，女主人紧了紧我的束缚之后熟悉的皮具气息冲进了我的脑袋围绕着我的头顶，过了一段时间之后，还是没有发生什么，我担心女主人就这么丢弃我了，我只能艰难的蠕动着我的身体，我突然吻到了一股香水的味道，当时女主人束缚我时候身上的味道，轻轻的抚摸着我的乳房，手指划过我的手臂，抚弄着我的乳头，我轻柔的呻吟声从堵嘴球里发出来，我努力的移动着脚趾使自己向前移动，想得到女主人的爱抚，但是没有得到想要的更多，我听到后面女主人咯咯的笑声和一道光线闪过我的屁股。
“你变坏了，为什么你认为你能得到奖赏呢？”
另一个沙沙声和一道火光响起，这次女主人没有打下去，只是摩擦着，似乎是想让我的皮肤烧伤起来，女主人抬起来那道火光又在我屁股上打了三下，每次打下来都停在我屁股上摩擦着，结束之后，我的脸蛋已经象是燃烧了起来，开始变得红通通的，尽管很痛苦，但是我能感觉到自己的错误，我的阴道开始变得湿润，我能感觉到女主人的手正在我的草丛里滑动，我努力得想要得到这种感觉，但是女主人的手丝毫不往下一分，我多想女主人继续下去这种奇妙的感觉，但是我的手被锁链拉着，我甚至不能移动丝毫，从我口中开始不断的呻吟，想让女主人知道我的过错，我将不再犯这种错误，女主人不理我，她的手伸进了我的草丛，刺激着我的阴蒂，这种刺激不能原谅我的过错，但是足够满足我现在受伤的肉体，如果女主人继续这样下去的话，我想我要疯掉了。
“现在，我的宠物，你变坏了，现在的惩罚只是对待你的小猫，如果你还抱怨的话会变得更糟，你知道吗。”
我可以闻到香水味道，女主人靠的我更近了，我能感觉到什么东西刺激这我的屁股和阴蒂，随着我的感受我意识到这是什么了，这是个遥控的震动蝴蝶器，在我生日的时候得到的，从我的堵嘴器中发出不断的恳求，如果女主人继续这样刺激我的话我会马上疯掉的。不过女主人的回答只是一声低笑，然后噗通一声打开了遥控器上的开关，我立刻感觉到了这种刺激，象一只手指在我的阴蒂上摩擦着，将我推进疯狂，我不停的扭动着，我能感觉到我的眼泪从我的眼罩中留下，我现在只希望女主人能取下我的堵嘴球，让我能祈求女主人的宽恕，我又听见了另外一个声音，然后震动器达到了它的最快速度，我只能不停的翻动，突然又出现的两个声音，让我的感觉突然消失，女主人将我放了下来，我倒在地上不停的抽泣着，自己的耳朵只能听见自己不停的抽泣声，女主人解开了我的震动器，当我感受到女主人的呼吸时，女主人的手指伸进了我的阴道。
“现在，我的宠物，我相信你已经正确的认识到了自己的过错，今晚你也受够惩罚了，
我无力的点了点头，眼泪还是顺着我的脸流了下来，女主人的手指不停的在我阴道中搅动着，在我一阵抽搐当中，感受到了这无比充实的感觉，然后我精疲力竭的倒在了女主人的腿上，女主人解开了我双手被铐住的铐链，然后温柔的抚摸着我的后背，亲吻了每处女主人留下的痕迹，最后解开了我的蒙眼罩，取了杯水给我，并且抚摸着我的头发，女主人弯下腰，亲了下我的额头，紧紧的抱住了我。
“爱你啊，我的宝贝。“
“我也爱你，女主人。”
原文如下：
I can feel her eyes on me as she walks about me in a circle, on hand on her hip, a crop in the other ta
pping lightly against her thigh. I want desperately to follow her with my eyes, to look for the approval I
so desperately desire. But that isn't the way this works. I must be good. I must be the essence of patien
ce. For her.
"Kneel, my pet."
I quickly comply, as gracefully as I can manage, sinking to my knees on the soft plush carpet, and sit
back on my heels, hands resting lightly above my knees, just how she likes it; as I was trained to do, wit
h eyes downcast. As she makes another circle around me, I can see her boots go by, high heeled suede done
in a rich black. Maybe later she'll let me nuzzle them. I love the feel of suede against my skin.
She's standing behind me again and I hear a jangling sound; suddenly there's a leather collar around my ne
ck that she locks shut in back. It's heavy, but soft, and hearing that lock click into place, feeling the
cool metal of the lock against my flushed skin is enough to arouse me. She's still for a moment, and she g
ives another command.
"Give me your hands, pet."
"Would you prefer up or down, Mistress?"
I can almost hear the smile in her voice as she replies to me. "Good girl for asking. Up."
I lift my arms into the air for her, wrists together, and feel her fitting leather padded cuffs around
them. She gently bends my elbows, and fastens the rings on the cuffs to the ring on the back of the collar,
pinning them. I can feel her plant a soft kiss on the top of my head, and she moves around to the front ag
ain, this time with a spreader bar in hand. She tells me to rise up so I'm on my knees, and she fastens the
bar right above them, so that I can still kneel, but my legs must be apart, presented for her pleasure. I
close my eyes and try to see how I must look to her. Breasts thrust forward and up from how my wrists are
bound, eyes cast down in total subservience, legs spread, moisture starting to gather where they meet. I fe
el my skin begin to flush from the feel of her eyes on me.
I'm so lost in thought that the swish and crack of the crop on my back catches me by surprise and I alm
ost topple over. I can hear her chuckle to herself before chastising me for daydreaming. I murmur an apolog
y, and try to regain my composure. I see her boots move in front of me again, and the crop is gently under
my chin, lifting it so that my eyes rise to meet hers. She's smiling softly, and looks pleased, which only
sets my heart racing faster.
"You are so lovely presented this way, pet. Do you enjoy it?"
"Yes Mistress, I do."
She hooks the crop onto a small clip on her belt and leans down, placing her lips firmly on mine, tasting
what is hers to take. I try to sit up higher, to make it easier for her, and the kiss deepens, her tongue w
orking its way into my mouth, tasting of vanilla and spice. She pulls back, too soon in my opinion, and she l
ooks down at me again, hands on her hips.
"Would you like to play, pet?"
My face brightens and I nod eagerly. It's not often we get a whole night uninterrupted.
"Yes, I would!"
Her eyebrow quirks and a small smile tugs at her mouth.
"What was that, pet? I believe you missed a word."
I realize my mistake, not using her title. I try to correct it, to apologize, but I can see by the smile
on her face that she's set now on making sure I don't soon forget my mistake. Unbuckling my knees, but keepin
g my wrists pinned to the back of my neck, she grabs my upper arms and helps me stand.
"You were doing so well, pet. But a slip like that cannot go unpunished. But don't worry. I don't think
you'll make the same mistake again anytime soon, will you pet?"
"No Mistress." I can hear the embarrassment in my own voice. How could I have done something like that?
Calling her by her title was one of the first things she trained me to do. But I forgot myself in my excitem
ent. I would have to try harder in the future.
She sets me in the middle of the room, and taps one manicured finger against her lips, a contemplative l
ook on her face as she tries to decide the best way to discipline me. I personally can think of a few very e
ffective ways, but it isn't as if she needs my help. She's devilishly creative enough on her own.
Then her face brightens, and I know she's come up with something. Moving to a toggle switch on the wall,
she lowers down one of the chains from the ceiling above me. She unclips the wrist cuffs from my neck and
fastens them to the dangling chain, then moves back to the switch, and raises the chain till my arms are str
etched high in the air, and my feet can barely stay flat on the carpet. She approaches me again and attaches
one of the longer spreader bars to my ankles, so that now only the balls of my feet are making solid contac
t with the floor. She stands back, admiring her handy work, and nodding goes to the cabinet against the far
wall. From it I can see her take a leather wrapped bit gag and a blindfold. Walking back over, she places the
blindfold on me, taking care not to catch my hair in it, and then pauses.
"Before I gag you pet, have you anything to say?"
"I sincerely apologize for not making proper courtesy to you, Mistress. I will try harder."
"Dully noted, pet."
And then the gag is in my mouth, the taste of leather familiar and almost soothing as I feel the strap ti
ghten around my head as she buckles it into place. For a few moments after, nothing happens, and I begin to w
orry that she's going to leave me like this, waiting, just to watch me squirm. But she prefers to make me squi
rm in other ways. I catch a whiff of the perfume she's wearing moments before I feel her hands on me, gently
caressing my breasts, thumbs lightly brushing my hard, upturned nipples. Moaning softly into the gag, I try t
o push myself forward with my toes, to give myself to her hands, but I can't get enough contact with the floor
. I hear a swish and a line of fire lights up across my ass as I hear her cluck her tongue, behind me now.
"You've been bad. Why do you think you deserve to be rewarded?"
Another swish and another line of fire, and this time her hand follows it, not hitting, but rubbing, seemi
ng to push the burn farther into my skin. She strikes me three more times, each time pausing to rub it in with
her hand. By the time she's done, my cheeks are burning, and must be a glowing shade of red, from the feel of
it. Despite the pain, though, I can still feel my arousal growing, my pussy getting wetter. I feel her touch
the end of the crop lightly against my mound, and I try desperately to push down against it, but she moves it
with me, keeping it just so; keeping it so that there's maddening contact, but not any friction. Not that I ca
n move very far anyway. My arms are pulled up so high that I can't even lower myself a fraction of an inch. I'
m moaning more steadily now against the gag, trying to make her understand that I'm sorry, that I'll never be
bad again. She ignores me, and changes to gently tapping the end of the crop against my throbbing clit, not en
ough to hurt, but enough to stimulate my already sensitive flesh. If she keeps this up much longer, I'm sure I
'll go insane.
"Now pet, you were bad. Take your punishment like a good kitten. If you complain it will only get worse; yo
u know that."
The tapping from the crop stops, and I almost cry from the loss of even that much contact. I can smell her
perfume near me again, and I feel something being pressed up against my clit and strapped into place around m
y hips. With dawning horror I realize what it is. It's the remote control butterfly vibrator I got her for her
birthday. I try to plead for mercy from behind the gag, sure that I'll go mad if she keeps stimulating me wit
hout giving any release. Her only response is a low laugh and the click noise of the dial on the remote being
turned on. The sensation begins immediately, what feels like little fingers thrumming against my clit, driving
me crazy. I twist in the restraints, knees going momentarily weak before I regain my bearings. I can feel tear
s of need starting to run down my face behind the blindfold, and I wish she would un-gag me just so that I cou
ld beg forgiveness from her. I hear another click, and can feel the vibrator rev up to its highest setting, and
I swear I can see the vibrations behind the blindfold, waves of tingling color, washing over my clit, making m
e writhe. Then there are two clicks, and suddenly the sensation stops, and I'm left hanging; literally and figu
ratively. My breath is ragged in my ears, and I can hear myself whimpering pitifully into the leather of the ga
g. She un-straps the vibrator from me, and I feel one of her fingers probe my wetness as I feel her breath lig
ht on the side of my face.
"Now pet, I believe you've been properly disciplined for your transgression. That being said, I think you'v
e suffered enough for the evening. Would you like to come now?"
I nod weakly, tears still streaming down my face, as I feel the finger in me begin to move, followed by ano
ther one pressed firmly against my clit, rubbing. Between that and the almost unbearable teasing I just went th
rough, it doesn't take me long to come, screaming my release at the top of my lungs. By the time the convulsio
ns in my pussy stop, it's only the arm restraints holding me up, my being far past the point of exhaustion and
endurance. I hear the whir of the motor in the ceiling, and the chains from the ceiling slacken slightly so t
hat my feet come all the way to the floor even with the spreader bar still on. She releases that, and then I fe
el one of her arms around my waist, holding me firmly, as the other reaches up to unhook my wrists from the cei
ling chain. Taking me in her arms, she lowers me gently back to the soft carpet where I started the evening, an
d removes the cuffs from my wrists, kissing each one in turn as she does so. Lastly she removes the bit and th
e blindfold, offering me a glass of water to sip from as I sit in her lap and she slides the hair back from my
face. She leans down and gently kisses me on the forehead, hugging me as she does so.
"Love you, pet."
"I love you too, Mistress."