Evil keyholder

All smooth with the accountant job, G ran back home and got ready to meet Mistress M.

Undressed and in the room, Mistress M was sat down on her throne. She wasn’t saying or doing anything. Pause, silence. Then G tried approaching the paddle, he chose the biggest and thickest one, and offered it to Mistress M. A big smile appeared on Mistress M’s face: “It’s crazy, now you’re the one asking to be beaten, and you chose the biggest paddle you could find… I’m on it, I’ll play the game you want: remember the rules?” G nodded. “Let’s start with a quarter of an hour”, it’s more than the last time.

“OUCH, Right, one, thank you!” This paddle was worse than the other, from G’s perspective of course. The strikes were coming one after each one, at a crescent speed, and with the addiction of many shouts to the standard words and numbers G must say. Some mistakes were done, “fourteen” was spoken, right buttock had to restart this time. When the timer ringed, the partial was right 11, left 19. Will G receive 30 coins and chances to roll the right key?

“You earned 30 money dear G, well done! But now, time to play is over, let’s work: you have to dust and clean the room, but let me pass some cream on your ass before applying the sweeper plug…”

This time the ass was much more red than the first time, and Mistress M took this “Hot Ice” cream… G didn’t know the existance of that flavour… At first was a relievant sensation, cold to lighten the pain; then Mistress M applied the plug, G started cleaning, then something strange happened: the cold relief transformed in burning pain, and then again cold, then hot… this alternation made G suffer and cry a lot while sweeping the room, some tear fell on the ground and Mistress M was not happy about it. She then brought some clothespins, and applied them on G’s body, in the strangest parts, the one that were most likely moving while doing any action possible; Mistress M should have had some anatomy deep knowledge. While dusting, some of the clothespin fell off, guess how happy was Mistress M…

“Ok, it’s not funny anymore. Let’s pack things up: come here and stay still.” Mistress M walked around the room and counted the fallen clothespins: “I put 14 clothespins on you, and 6 are on the ground. You lost 6 coins.”

That was the torture: G had to earn coins and if needed, he’s punished by reducing the number of earned coins, as a fee.

“I will write 2 and 6 on your buttcheeks, you won’t shower your ass until our next appointment, the cream is still working…” That was so true, G was still suffering of this alternation between cold relief and hot pain.

G played all 24 coins he had, and got triples for 5 times; he got out with 5 keys so…

Today working was a torture, the alternation of hot and cold sensation was unbearable; G used the workplace bathroom to test the keys: of course, no one worked. G had also some online meeting appointments, and his face was embarrassed and in pain, G had to switch off the camera and invent excuses about a problem with the video connection. As usual, an excuse.

Gone back home, G as usual approached the shower… but then remember that he can’t shower his ass, to let the cream be in effect… so no shower today.

The next appointment with Mistress M had some instructions sent by mail: “Bring your favourite body shower soap, and bring 2 big bathrobes.”

This was sexy. Was Mistress M going to shower G as in some romantic movies in which they are both in the bathtub and then they have sex after cuddles and kisses? Time to discover it arrived.

G entered the room with all 5 keys in his mouth: if the number of won keys will rise up, the keys won’t enter in his mouth anymore…

This time, G noticed that the used keys were put away in a locked money box, so they won’t mix with the other keys. One of those keys is the one that opens the cage!

“You stink.”

No other comment was expected to come, G didn’t showered because of the instructions.

“Go back in the changing room, take the bathrobes, put them folded on your back, and crawl back here.” It was kinda difficult to not ruin the folding and self load the robes on his back. Best effort spent, G went back to the room.

“Today we’ll play with water; follow me in the bathroom.”

G has never been in Mistress M’s bathroom, he just passed trough the rooms the first time he had live appointment, at a glance, but never had a tour in the house. The bathroom was small, a bath tub was there, a big one, a strange one: it seemed that a table was inside the tub. It was real; it was a board with leather stripes at the corners. “Climb on the table, belly down, arms and legs touching the table legs.”

Mistress M walked towards G and strapped each arm and leg to the table. That was a strange position, uncomfortable in general, but very stupid to be useful to showering someone.

“2 and 6, right where I wrote them, good, very good…”

Mistress M took her bathsoap, and her brush: it was a very rough brush, with hard material, to peel the dead skin off; that kind of brush is useful to treat the soles, where you don’t feel pain in brushing hard… it seemed that she was going to use it on all G’s body…