The bastinado has been on my mind more often than not lately.

I see you lying naked from the waist down. Your ankles securely tied with unfinished hemp rope. Big toes bound to each other with the same offending rope. Ankles tied to a bamboo pole secured between 2 kitchen chairs. Feet in the air, presented so trustingly for the cruelty that is always below my surface.

With a ball gag filling your eager mouth and the butt plug implanted deep in your ass I am ready for a long slow torturous training. I suspect you have no idea how much this simple raw discipline excites me.

Removing your belt from your pants I remind you who controls who. Who is property and who is owner of said property. Dismissing you as a human being I turn my attention to the feet that will entertain me over the next few hours.

With a candle flame licking your soles and coming obscenely close to the sensitive instep of each foot I watch the automatic preservation of self begin. The struggle to stay out of the path of the flame and its blistering effect. The struggle to not piss me off so early in the game. It is not only the giving of the pain that excites me. It is the fear I see in your eyes. The screams that sit just behind the gag. I know from past experiences that screams are unavoidable. The raw reality feeds my lusts and passions.

With slow deliberate precision I use the belt against the pads of the feet, fifteen moderate slaps which you will count out loud. Make one mistake and I will begin again. I am a kind Woman so I will give you a 2 minute break before attacking the balls of the feet insteps and heels. The toes are not forgotten, this will not be an easy day. But they will wait as you try to adjust to the pain that builds and builds already.

Five minutes is all you will have to pull yourself back together.

With only 13 strokes of the belt on each sensitive area you are primed for the canes. The strikes being harsher and I am no longer satisfied with a mere 13 contacts of cane to flesh. Doubling my favorite number to 26 satisfies me for the moment. One after another the canes and rods drag out your screams. Though you try to beg for mercy I am not in a merciful mood. Though the feet redden I see little to concern me as I sit comfortably in a chair sipping a cold drink. A chilled glass of water waits for you. Leaning over I drizzle the wetness over your lips gently. My smile taunting.

Suddenly I am bored. The rest of the water is thrown in your face to shock and revive you.

My mood continues to darken as it always does at times like this. I test several wooden paddles against My palm... The sting is subtle but will become unbearable when it is used on you. Remaining content with 26 strikes before moving on, I bend back your toes to expose the tender undersides. The counting out loud is muffled behind the drool and tears. After 26 brutal blows to the toes I allow a 5 minute break. Simply to enjoy the shudders in your body and the whimpers and moans that can no longer be denied. Not an area will be missed. One section at a time. The soles are showing signs of swelling. My smile is genuine as the passion continues to grow. The Bitch in me has been awakened and stopping is not an option.

Yet still my needs are not close to being sated. Thank god I have the wonderful leather ruler style pain deliverer from Bound2Please! Its precision and diabolical delivery will have my ruthless laughter ringing in the room after only a few minutes. There is no resistance left in you, just sobs of surrender but I am not done. Though you gasp for air and are close to your limit I will proceed. It is non consensual all the way, no safe word to save your once eager ass. Surrender that will last for days is all that is on my mind. You are my property not my love interest. This is as real as it gets for a Woman like myself.

I will not use the single tail today though it tempts me. Your lips worshiping my feet when you are once again able to stifle your screams will be a nice gentle way to end my day. Watching you crawl on all fours simply because you CANNOT stand will bring Me pleasure. The heat of your throbbing feet against Me as you try to sleep will keep me smiling long after the early morning sun awakens me.

Bastinado