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She can also be strict, enigmatic, mystical and yet seductive and she is one of the best Mistresses in the Manchester area, Mistress will always require your respect as your Mistress and Professional Dominatrix during your sessions together. Mistress does care about the security of all her clients and she does not offer ANY services that she believe will put her or you at risk. So for that reason, trust and respect go hand in hand as this is one of the fundamental part of your session with the lovely Mistress Teressa.
Mistress Teressa will always discuss your limits before hand and also ask you if you have any health issues. When you first meet with this Mistress Teressa you need to discuss your experience levels and your interests so that you both will become more acquainted. She will also expect you to discuss some details when you phone her, but not in any great or graphic detail, you can leave that until you both meet, as detailed conversations over the phone will not be tolerated as this is usually the preoccupation of time wasters.

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After I finished cleaning Mistress’ pussy from our delightful session on the big brass bed, she seemed very pleased with me. She told me that, provided I remained as obedient as I had been that day, I would not have to be a puppy dog any more, at least not for the present.

"No more sleeping in the doggie cage, Mistress?" I asked.

"Not unless we need to refresh your obedience training lessons, li’l one," she replied.

I was very pleased to hear this. Sleeping on the bed would be so much more comfortable than on the thin pad in that cage.

"Now, slave Arch, it’s time for you to get yourself cleaned up. There is work to be done, and your training must continue. Get into the bathroom and take a shower. I will be back for you in a little while."
"Yes, Mistress." I went directly to the bathroom, closing the door.

Immediately the door was opened behind me. "You will not close this door without my permission, Arch!" Mistress scolded.

"Sorry, Mistress. I didn’t know, Mistress."
"Yes, Ma’am. May I close the door, Ma’am?"
"No, you may not! I have told you previously, so far as you are concerned, there is no privacy here. Do you understand that?"
"Now, get cleaned up. I’ll be back for you."
"Yes, Mistress." As she left the room, I availed myself of the toilet, then removed my ankle and wrist straps—I could not remove my collar, because it was secured by the little padlock—and turned on the shower. The warm water felt so soothing. I lathered my head with soap. It felt very strange to feel only bare scalp there. As I continued to lather the rest of my body, I began to think about all that had taken place since I first was ushered into the office of ‘Ms. Stella Smith’, if that’s what her name really is. What ever her name is, I thought, she is now Mistress Stella to me—at least until I can find some way to get out of this rediculous situation I find myself in.

I thought about how much different I must look, with my head and body completely shaved, and with a collar locked around my neck and a steel ring around my cock and balls. As I was thinking about that, unconsciously, I held my cock in my hand and began to rub it. The warm lather felt so good, and it made me think about the exciting feeling of Mistress’s velvet cunt sliding up and down on it. In spite of the fact that I’d had an orgasm just a little while ago, it began to get hard again. With warm water running over my body, and my slick, hard cock in my hand, I relaxed, stroking it and loosing all consciousness of where I was and what I was doing—or supposed to be doing.

Suddenly, I heard Mistress’s voice not three feet from me. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" she shouted. "ARE YOU PLAYING WITH MY PHALLUS? YOU DON’T HAVE PERMISSION TO PLAY WITH THAT COCK! I’TS MINE, AND YOU DON’T PLAY WITH IT UNLESS I SAY YOU CAN!"
I was dumbstruck. I didn’t know what to say or do. I let go of my hard prick and stood there staring at her. Water from the shower was cascading over me, and my cock, covered with soapy lather, was pointed straight at her. "I’m sorry, Mistress…I didn’t know, Mistress…I didn’t realize what I was doing, Mistress…I…I…"
"I see you must be taught a lesson, slave. You will be punished for this. Perhaps then you will ‘know’ and you will ‘realize’ what you are doing."
"I’m sorry, Mistress," I said, contritely.

"I’m going to make sure you are sorry," Mistress declared.

"But Mistress, it wasn’t intentional…and I didn’t realize I was doing something wrong. I won’t do it again," I said, hoping she would relent about whatever punishment she had in mind.

"Arch, here punishment for any infraction is administered the first time the infraction occurs and each and every time thereafter. You will be told ahead of time what that punishment will be and when it will be administered. That way, you will have an opportunity to think about the punishment to come and the reason for it. You will be expected to present yourself for punishment at the appointed time and in the appropriate manner. On this occasion your punishment will be five strokes of the strap across your butt. After you have finished cleaning up and getting yourself dried off and your wrist and ankle straps back on, you will come to me and tell me you are ready for your punishment. Is that clear? Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress, I understand," I said, looking down at the floor.

Without saying another word, Mistress left the room.

I rinsed the soapy lather off my body and dried myself slowly, wanting to delay the inevitable as long as possible. Then I realized that, because the punishment was inevitable, delaying it just gave me more time to think about it. That was punishment in itself. Finally, I realized that, by telling me what the punishment would be then setting it for some time in the future, Mistress intended to make me fearful by giving me time to dwell on it. I hurried to finish what I was doing and quickly put my wrist and ankle straps on. Then I set out to find Mistress Stella and get the punishment behind me—so to speak.
I found her in the kitchen. She was sitting at the table drinking coffee and talking to Mistress Aurora. They were laughing, and I wondered whether it was at my expense. The only thing I heard was Mistress Stella saying, "…and we’ll have to have Luna test him." Then they laughed again. I wondered what that meant.

I cleared my throat, and, when they looked at me, I said, "Here I am, Mistress."
"Yes, Arch? You have something to say to me?" Mistress Stella said.

I swallowed hard and replied, "Yes, Mistress. I’m ready for my punishment."
"Very good, li’l one." She stood up. To Mistress Aurora she said, "Please excuse me. I must attend to the training of my slave." Then to me she said, pointing to her strap, which was hanging in its usual place by the door, "Bring my strap and come with me, my naughty boy."
Carrying the instrument of my punishment, I followed her back to my bedroom—I was now thinking of it as that. As soon as we entered the room she ordered me, "Kneel at the spanking bench and lie flat on top of it."
"Yes, Mistress," I said, still holding the strap. Attached to the legs at one end of the bench were two padded kneeling posts. They were just at the right height so that, when I knelt on them, I could bend forward and lie horizontally on top. Because of the position of the kneeling posts, my thighs were spread and the tops of them pressed firmly against the end of the bench. There was even a ‘U’-shaped notch to accommodate my cock and balls, letting them hang freely. I assumed the position, as instructed.

"Hand me my strap," Mistress commanded. When I had handed it to her, she caressed the cheeks of my ass with her hand. As she did so, she said, "Now, Arch, extend your arms straight above your head and lie still. Count each stroke aloud so I can hear you—and thank me for each stroke as it is administered. It is, after all, being administered for your education and improvement, and you should appreciate it."
With that, she drew her arm far back and swung the strap forcefully. THWAAACK.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH," I screamed. I rose straight up and grabbed my ass with both hands.

"Oh dear, Arch, I see you will have to be restrained. Lie back down on the bench…NOW!"
"Yes, Mistress." I lay back down and again extended my arms.

Mistress went to the cupboard, opened a door, and got a long leather belt. She brought it to the spanking bench, and, passing it underneath, buckled it over my back just below my shoulders. "Now, we shall start again," she said. "Don’t for get to count the strokes, my naughty slave. She drew her arm back and delivered another blow. THWAAAACK.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH," I screamed again and strained against the belt, followed by, "Two. Thank you, Mistress."
Again, Mistress caressed my ass as she said, "Dear, dear, dear, Arch. Don’t you understand when I said ‘we shall start again’ that meant the count starts at ‘one’, not ‘two’. Besides, I have yet to hear you count ‘one’, nor to thank me for that stroke. Now…we shall start again!"
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH. One. Thank you, Mistress."
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH. Two. Thank you, Mistress."
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH. Three. Thank you, Mistress." My ass was on fire.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH. Four. Thank you, Mistress."
"Good boy. Last one, Arch." I felt the palm of her hand again caressing my ass. She was taunting me. "Are you ready, my slave?"
"Yes, Mistress," I replied, wishing she would just get it over with.

Silence. Nothing. Waiting for the last blow was excruciating. Finally…after what seemed an interminable time…THWAAAACK.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH. Five. Oh god, thank you, Mistress."
Then, playfully, she reached between my legs with the strap and tapped on my balls. "That should help you to remember that all this is mine, and you must have my permission to play with it." Mercifully, before she released me from the bench, Mistress rubbed cool, soothing, lotion on my flaming butt. After that she released me.

As I got up off the spanking bench, she immediately noticed, and I realized for the first time, that my cock was rigid as a pole. She laughed aloud. Sitting on a soft chair, she beckoned to me. "My god, slave, you are a pain slut! Come here, li’l one and kneel beside me." When I was on my knees beside her, she clutched my head to her breast. Holding it there, she gently kissed my naked skull. It was then that I realized she was growing fond of me—and I of her. She held me in this manner for some time, saying nothing and gently rubbing my back. When my cock and I were fully relaxed and the fire on my ass had diminished to dull heat, she said, "Alright, Arch, get your new clothes on and come to me in the kitchen." She kissed the top of my head again, released me, and left the room.

I put on my new harness, dutifully attaching the bottom strap to my cock and ball ring. Then I pulled on the little leather thong and stepped into my sandals. I decided I liked the thong because, at the present time, it felt good to have nothing touching the cheeks of my sore ass.

When I entered the kitchen Mistress Stella was again sitting at the table chatting with Mistress Aurora. "I’m here, Mistress," I said.

"Good boy, Arch. I’m sure you remember Mistress Aurora."
"Oh yes, Ma’am!" I said, smiling and thinking to myself about being introduced to her as Mistress Stella’s puppy. "How are you today, Mistress?" I inquired of Mistress Aurora.

"Very well, slave Arch, and you?" she replied, smiling.

"You look quite well, with your new hair do and those new slave clothes," she said, teasingly. "Do a turn for me so I can get the full effect."
"Yes, Ma’am." Slowly, I made a complete turn for her.

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