Stepdaughters Payback Ch. 03

I woke as I had every other day that week, with the pain of the punishment pins in my chastity device cruelly quashing my nocturnal erection. It was before 6am so I would be unable to move from my restraints until the timed lock on my wrist popped open and I would be able to free myself from the other restraints that held me firmly in place, naked and spreadeagled on my back with four cameras live streaming me on the internet.

The reality and humiliation of my situation had not lessened, I'd quietly cried myself to sleep each night, partly because of the uncomfortable position I was restrained in, partly because of the pain caused by my chastity device, but mainly from frustration and humiliation. Frustration at the hopelessness of my situation and for getting caught. Humiliation from knowing that my nudity and chastity was being live streamed to the internet for the world to see and that as I lay locked to my bed each night, I had time to think and it was during this thinking time that I couldn't shake the thought that this was just the start of a journey, but to where, I did not dare contemplate.

I'd settled into my new routine during this first week. Once freed from my restraints I would use the bathroom, this was always a pressing requirement due to having been locked to my bed for 8 hours. Katy didn't lock my bedroom room door when i was locked to my bed, but she did always close it. I would then make breakfast for Mistress Katy and take it up for her to enjoy in bed. I would then take my vitamins and protein shake, which Katy had introduced on Monday as part of my new daily routine, before having some breakfast. Then to my dressing room to choose a pair of panties which I would wear under my suit before heading to work. I found the prospect of wearing panties to work slightly arousing, but very concerning. If they were to be spotted, that would be totally humiliating and had the potential for my chastity device to also be discovered.

Upon getting home at 6pm, I would dress in suitable attire as per rule 7 of my contract, this was always a french maids outfit; consisting of sheer black stockings, frilly, white, silk panties, an incredibly short black satin dress which wasn't long enough to cover either my ass or my chastity device if i bent or stretched during my chores, and a white apron. I would take a glass of wine to Katy to enjoy while she watched TV in the lounge and then do housework and prepare dinner which we would eat together.

After clearing up and cleaning the kitchen, which usually took until about 8pm, I was allowed to watch TV until 9pm, at which time I would go upstairs to take a bath, shave my body hair, apply body lotion and, time permitting either do my nails, apply a face scrub or carry out some other pampering activities which Katy insisted would make me more feminine. I'd rush across the landing to my bedroom around 9:55pm and lock myself to my bed ready for Katy to arrive at 10pm to secure my final restraint in place until my routine would start again at 6am the following morning.

Today though, was Saturday and weekends were to have a different routine. Saturdays would start as any other day of the week, but rather than going to work I would have to do housework whilst wearing my french maids outfit. Then lunch, more housework, dinner and then I would need to undertake my most serious and important routine of the week.

Sundays would be training days. After breakfast, Katy would take me up to my room and insert a vibrating butt plug before securing me to the St. Andrews cross and putting a constant stream of sissy hypno on the TV. She would release me and remove the butt plug around noon to prepare, serve and clear lunch. Then it was back to my bedroom for reinsertion of the butt plug and another 4 hours of sissy hypno, before the usual evening routine of dinner, TV, bath, pampering then bed.

But back to Saturday. Saturday nights were the 'main event' for the website that Katy had arranged to be created for her to stream my ordeal on to. She was very clear that I was to ensure I'd take a lot of time to shave and prepare correctly. She would require me to present myself for her inspection at 8.30pm, subject to her approval she would instruct me which outfit to wear, before being ready to enter my bedroom at 9pm. Katy told me that any failure to prepare to her satisfaction would not work out well for me.

I shaved my head to the required no.1 length, took a long hot soak in the bath and shaved all of my body hair. After getting out of the bath I covered my body with moisturising lotion, I didn't want to disappoint my mistress. I came out of the bathroom just before 8.30pm with a towel wrapped around my waist.

"Get in here for your inspection!" shouted Katy from my dressing room. I rushed into the room anxious not to keep her waiting. "Lose the towel, stand in the middle of the room, feet as far apart as possible and put your hands on your head," she ordered.

I did as she instructed and watched as she walked to stand in front of me. She took her phone from her tracksuit pocket and pointed it at me, I instinctively looked at the floor to hide my face. "Oh no you don't Dave, smile for the camera," she said sarcastically. I reluctantly looked up and forced a grin on to my face as she took photos of me, naked and hairless as the day I was born with the obvious exception of my chastity cage.

Katy slowly circled me, looking over every inch of my body. Once she was satisfied, she knelt in front of me and cupped my balls with her right hand. My cock instantly began to stiffen before those bloody punishment pins made their presence known. Katy smiled at my discomfort as she lifted my balls and ran her hand around my groin. "Tut tut Dave," she said with a grin, "you've missed a hair here," she said, as she tugged at it with her fingers to let me feel its presence, "That's going to cost you."

"The school girl outfit for tonight," she said, "You have 20 minutes to dress and get to your bedroom." She turned and left the room. I went to my wardrobe and selected the schoolgirl outfit. A thin sheer white blouse which would not hide my bra, a black and green stripped tie and an incredibly short tartan pleated skirt.

I put on a pair of black bikini briefs as i figured they would cover my chastity device, a black bra and some silky white hold ups. I stepped into the skirt and pulled it up to my waist. It barely covered my arse cheeks. Then i put the blouse on and buttoned it up, my bra was clearly visible through it. Finally I chose a mask, it was obvious that i should wear the one with the blonde pigtails that gave the impression that the wearer had a moderate amount of make up. I checked the time, 8.55, my stomach turned summersaults as I had a final check in the mirror, unsuccessfully tried to make my skirt longer and headed to my bedroom.

The sight that greeted me was stunning. Katy was stood in the room wearing a skin tight leather catsuit which showed off every detail of her body. I'd never really appreciated her legs before, but I sure did now, the lovely curve of her buttocks, her slim waist and her large breasts. She was wearing a catwomanesque mask which would ensure her anonymity. She had moved the bench, with four sturdy wooden legs, ankle and wrist cuffs at the base of each, and a padded leather top, to the centre of the room and was casually leaning on it.

"Ah, sissy," she said, "do come in, lets not keep your fans waiting. You are going to be punished but before we begin, let me remind you of rules 5 & 12 of your contract. You will instantly follow any requests issued by me without hesitation or question and you will always show enthusiasm and gratitude in everything that you do. Now tell your fans why you are being punished."

I was confused, was it for my original transgression, or something else, the unshaven hair maybe? Katy looked at me and said "What did I catch you doing last weekend bitch? Look into that camera and tell your fans". I swallowed and tried to compose myself, my voice cracked and faltered as I began to speak, "I was masturbating in your bedroom with your panties while I sucked on your vibrator Mistress Katy." Saying the words out loud was so humiliating, I could feel the heat as my cheeks flushed behind my mask.

"Now, get in position on the bench slut!" She commanded. I made my way to the bench, my legs trembling so much that I thought they might give way on me before I got there. I placed myself over it with my ankles next to the restraints attached to the nearest legs and then reached my hands down the legs on the other side so that so that my wrists were next to the other pair of restraints

My tiny skirt hardly covered my ass before, now it was completely useless and my black bikini style knickers were exposed. Katy slowly circled around me, fastening each of my limbs in turn into a restraint then finally I was secured by a strap which she tightened over the small of my back. My legs and arms were at full stretch and I was held firmly in place, there would be no escape until she released me.

She stood to the side and spoke, addressing the cameras as much as me, "Now I was going to gag you, as I have no doubt that you will make a lot of noise during this, however I want to hear your contrition and the subscribers will want to hear your screams."

'Screams,' that was particularly concerning, what did she have planned for me?

She continued, "You are to be severely punished. I do this for four reasons.....

1. As punishment for being a disgusting pervert.

2. For the viewing pleasure of your subscribers.

3. To show you what will happen if you disobey or displease me in the future.

4. To break you."

Point number 4 filled me with dread and fear, I thought that I was going to vomit right there. I pulled at the restraints with my wrists, looked at her and around the room with wide pleading eyes, I opened my mouth to speak, but it was so dry that no words came out.

"Silence!" snapped Katy, "The only words I want to hear from you are these," she said as she took a cane from a hook on the wall. "You will count each stroke, then say I'm sorry that I'm a disgusting pervert, thank you for my punishment Mistress Katy. You will do this for each of the 24 strokes that I will apply as punishment for last weekend. I will then administer a further six strokes for failing to shave adequately. For those you will count each stroke, then say I'm sorry that I failed to please you, thank you for my punishment Mistress Katy."

She continued, "I will not be holding back, you need to know that I am fucking serious about this! I have no doubt that you will cry and scream, I will accept that, however I absolutely will not tolerate any pleading, begging, negotiating or trying to get out of receiving your strokes. Do you understand?"

My body was physically shaking and causing the restraints to rattle. I nodded my head. "Answer me bitch!" she shouted, "Do you fucking understand?" I licked my lips and summoned up some saliva to swallow before responding, "Yes, Mistress Katy." Oh my God! What was I in for here? I was helplessly bound and bent inescapably over the whipping bench, with my wrists and ankles cuffed and my legs spread as wide as the horse allowed. My buttocks were presented for the first punishment I would ever take.

Katy walked round behind me, hooked her thumbs in my panties and pulled them down as far as my splayed legs would allow. "Now, beg me to begin," she demanded.

I spoke, my voice uneven and broken with nerves and fear, "'Please cane me Mistress Katy. I was a disgusting pervert and I beg that you punish me please."

I waited. There was no possibility of relaxing. The first stroke landed and I realised that she was as good as her word; it was as fierce a stroke as she could muster. Fiery pain seared through me as I exhaled sharply though clenched teeth. I was so shocked by the pain and the thought of another 29, that I nearly forgot my response.

"One, I'm sorry that I'm a disgusting pervert, thank you for my punishment Mistress Katy" I rushed the words out as I heard the cane slicing through the air, whooshing as it went. The noise as it struck me for a second time was a sharp crack. I'm never going to be able to handle this, I thought to myself as the sharp pain of the second stroke layered on top of the pain radiating from the first stroke. Remembering the rules I said, "Two, I'm sorry that I'm a disgusting pervert, thank you for my punishment Mistress Katy."

The next four came in quick succession. The seventh was brutal, 'Whap' I jumped as much as my bondage allowed, and called out in pain, "owwwwwww," followed by "Seven, I'm sorry that I'm a disgusting pervert, thank you for my punishment Mistress Katy."

My ass was burning and I felt a trickle of sweat run down my arm. More strokes followed. I heard the cane whistling through the air as it travelled toward my heated buttocks, and felt the absolute searing pain each time it landed.

By stroke 15 I was in unspeakable agony, I'd never felt pain like it in my life. I was howling as each stroke laid pain upon pain. Katy was having to pause after each stroke to allow me to compose myself to utter my words, "Fifteen, I'm sorry that I'm a disgusting pervert, thank you for my punishment Mistress Katy."

After stroke eighteen, I began to cry. The accumulated pain from the caning was unbearable. My buttocks were on fire, I was sweating uncontrollably and snot was coming out of the nose holes on my mask. I howled and wanted to hold my buttocks with my hands, impossible of course seeing as they were restrained in place at the base of the whipping bench legs.

At stroke 24 I broke. "Twenty-four. I'm sorry that I'm a disgusting pervert, thank you for my punishment Mistress Katy. Please stop now Mistress. I can't take any more, pleeeeeaaassseeeee," I begged through my wailing and tears, "I've done my twenty-four for my main punishment, please give me the other six tomorrow Mistress."

"No sissy," she snapped, "I fucking warned you. You just earned an additional six strokes." Before I could say anything, stroke 25 landed. It made a loud crack as it hit me. I felt severe pain. She really wasn't holding back. "Twenty-five, I'm sorry that I'm a disgusting pervert, thank you for my punishment Mistress Katy," I cried.

"Incorrect!" she said, "That's another six that you'll be getting. I make that a total of 42 now, so at least you're just over halfway through."

What had i done? I'd got my lines wrong and was going to suffer incredibly for it. I corrected myself, but I knew it would make no difference. My legs had gone, they felt like jelly, my mind was broken, I cried constantly, struggling to get my words out after each stroke, "Twenty-five, I'm sorry that I failed to please you, thank you for my punishment Mistress Katy."

I tried to zone out for the final 17 strokes, but having to count and remember to say my words ensured that i had to stay mental present and in the moment. I screamed after each stroke, even living in a detached house, I was worried that the neighbours must surely hear me. I was in absolute agony. The last stroke finally came, "Fourty-two, I'm sorry that I failed to please you, thank you for my punishment Mistress Katy."

Katy walked round in front of me, she was out of breath and sweating from the effort that she had put in. She undid the strap across my back and left the room briefly before returning with a jar of ointment which she generously applied to my torn and ravaged buttocks. She then helped me to stand up, which was a real challenge for my legs, the feeling began to return to my wrists and hands.

"It's bed time sissy, go and use the bathroom and get undressed," she said, "I expect you back in 5 minutes"

I returned to my bedroom within 4 minutes having opted to keep my schoolgirl mask on. "Get in position on your bed", she instructed. I was still snivelling and sobbing as I got on to my bed. I was experiencing a fierce heat radiating from my ass and I felt as though i could feel the pain from each individual stroke. I reached down to my right ankle to close the restraint around it, before doing the same to my left ankle. I then lay back and rolled on to my right hip to lock my right wrist up at the side of my head, leaving only my left hand free. Katy took it and locked it in place to the left of my head with the timed lock. I would be here until it released at 6am.

Katy looked at me and smiled, she seemed content with her work. She unzipped the catsuit and peeled it off, She had no bra on, but was wearing some pink panties. I drank in every detail of her body, her breasts glistening with sweat. She took her panties off and moved towards me holding them in her right hand. With her left hand she lifted my head and pulled her panties over it with her right hand. She placed them so that the gusset was over my nose. They were soaking wet and smelt of her pussy, she'd clearly got very turned on administering my punishment.

Katy left the room, for the first time since this new dynamic was introduced into our relationship, she left my bedroom door open. I soon realised why when I heard the buzz of her vibrator. There was going to be little sleep for me tonight. The pain from my caning would not subside, the constant smell of her pussy and hearing Katy giving herself orgasm after orgasm caused my cock to harden, until the punishment pins in my chastity device did their evil work each time. I lay restrained, spreadeagled on my bed, sobbing in pain with god knows how many people watching me on the internet.