A good reason to be home early was the _d_i_l_d_o_ housed in my anus. I knew my Master would not necessarily relieve me of it, but at least I could acknowledge its existence there.
As soon as I got home I took off all my clothes, shorts (I am not allowed to wear long trousers since I live with my master. In winter it does raise some eyebrows), shirt, underwear (usually, female underwear, which my master finds particularly funny on me). Beside the front door I leave those clothes and I find hand and ankle cuffs which are there for me to wear at home, if not otherwise instructed.
My Master is not home, so I have to keep living with the _d_i_l_d_o_, not that I want, but it is secured with a harness tied with locks. I turn quickly to my house chores, I work hard, because I don't want to give my Master a cause to punish me. I am deep in the task of cleaning the bathroom floor with a toothbrush when I hear my Master arrive home.
He enters the bathroom, sees me, tests the harness to see if it is loose, it isn't, but he pulls tight anyway. I don't say anything, I can't unless ordered to, but a soft moan escapes my lips. I gain a slap in my face for that. He urinates on me and orders me to clean the mess - with my tongue, he takes away the toothbrush.
It is not much what I can do with my tongue by the time he cames back, ten minutes later. He announces that I have won myself serious discipline. He pulls from my hair and I am taken to the punishment room. I am freed from the hand and leg cuffs and then my legs are put in leather cuffs which hand from a crane on the ceiling. Soon I am hanging down from it. My wrists are tied by plain rope to my back.
I soon learn the aim of my punisher, my bottom. A huge leather strap lands at full force on my bottom while hanging down. I am rutinedly punished and I know what pain is, but still nothing prepares me for the pain every new time I get punished. I shout loud, just from that slap, and flap wildly while hanging down. Before the next hit comes I find myself biting a large penis gag that arrives to my gorge and it kills efectively all my sounds.
Another thing happens beside being gagged, murderous tit-clamps are attached to my tits, I would have shouted from the pain it caused on me if I could, but I culdn't.
The next strapping comes, I am reduced to tears and flapping head down. My Master reminds me that he is enjoying himself but he is doing it mostly for me, so that I learn to obey him promptly and efficaciously. Useless to point him that he didn't give me the chance.
The strap lands one time afer another on my bottom, the pain is beyond description but I simply cannot do anything about. I feel my botton become a red pulp source of pain.
He eventually stops, and I am left there hanging down, and become aware again of the tit-clamps. My blood is also pressuring my head. Time passes very slowly.
He comes back, lowers me from the ceiling till my back rests on the floor, but my legs are still hanging down. He puts himself behind my bottom, and I feel him withdraw the harnes and _d_i_l_d_o_. Everything is painful in my state, but releasing the _d_i_l_d_o_ feels quite good.
But it was short relief, soon I feel his penis finding my anus and starts _f_u_c_k_ing me wildly and brutally. He pumps against my bottom which burns like mad.
After this new torture, my already tied wrists are hog-tied to my legs and left in the cage that the punishment room houses.