Masters Self-Punishment

Author: latexm8
Title: Master's Self-Punishment
Date: 15 May 2008

I remember the day I decided to weld the cell shut. Pet was starting to think and act like he was my buddy, and I was starting to fall in love with him. He would challenge my authority in little ways. He would get on the furniture and had become slow when I told him to get off the bed after my morning blowjob. I even caught him trying to use his mitted hands to open a door once. I think he was pulling the relationship to what felt comfortable and safe. That was not what we agreed to and it was not what we both needed. At first it was very subtle and because I enjoyed him so much, the tightness of his compact young body, the natural submissive nature and the feel of his tongue, mouth and ass that I didn’t react right away. It’s sometimes hard to change the mood of our time together, become stern and administer the proper punishment. Yet I knew that if somebody was going to get us back on track, it would need to be me. I can’t administer discipline while lacking self-disciple myself.

The internal struggles associated with this lifestyle are part of what make it so interesting. I decided that my pet and I needed some time apart, separated by steel bars.

Of course I did not tell pet right away. He would not have refused, of course. He never does. He would have pled with his eyes. Maybe he would have pouted a little or licked away at any part of me he could get to. He was clever and talented and knew pleasing his Master was the best way to divert me. He knew he was the pet and I was the Master, but he still tried to manipulate and influence events. The worst part was knowing that there was something about this one that made me weak.

I hadn’t had pets get to me like this before. In fact, by now, based on my track record I should have tired of him, and sent him on his way. There were always a few friends who weren’t much into the hunt and liked to take in my discarded pets. I loved to hunt, but I also knew I loved this pet.

I considered explaining to him that he was going to be caged in a cell for a long time, but caught myself. I was the Master. I did not need to explain to him what was happening. In fact his ignorance would make the isolation more meaningful. I decided to keep all of it from him as long as possible.

We came down into the dungeon that morning, and I thought that his walking down the stairs might be the last time he would for a long time. I loved that he had no clue. He enjoyed playing down here so he jumped as soon as I mentioned getting cleaned up inside and out so we could come down and play. I had him put the full catsuit on. It slid up his newly shaved gymnast body. I pulled his balls and dick through the small opening and attached the electrical shock unit. His dick was rock hard and he gave me one his sexy flirtatious grins. I set the remote to give him some gentle waves of electrical stimulus while I continued. The mitts went on and next was the hood. I picked the rubber hood that resembled a Doberman with a wide mouth opening. It fit over the top of the rubber suit and when I pulled the zipper down I could see that they would be easy to lock together. As trained he dropped to all fours as soon as the hood was on, and started licking my boots.
“Good” I said and opened my leather jeans to pull out my cock.
“Lick” I said as I held out my dick.
He started licking immediately; first the balls, then the shaft. I waited to see if he would break training and pull my dick into his vacuum of a mouth before being instructed, but he did not.

“Thirsty?”

He whined a bit and I nodded to him. Instantly my dick was in his smooth, warm, wet mouth and almost as quickly the piss was flowing. He kept up with the flow and not a drop escaped. He hadn’t had anything to eat or drink all day, so I figured his stomach was empty and could take all I had. When I was done, I let him keep me in his mouth while I got hard looking at his rubber covered ass cheeks.

“That was nice pet”. I’ll feed you breakfast but first I think I need a piece of that ass you keep wagging in front of me.”

I pulled out of his mouth and went around to the backside. I held on to the sides of his tight rib cage and thrust into his prelubed ass. God it felt great! I pulled out almost all the way before thrusting all the way back in. A few more willful thrusts and I was on automatic, having found my rhythm. When I began to get close I used one hand to pull the remote out of my pocket and increased his voltage to painful. I felt his ass tighten up and two thrusts later I was spewing deep inside my pet with a howl.

I collapsed on top of him, causing him to flatten out on the floor. I laid there and after a few minutes heard his moaning and remembered to turn down the voltage. Then we stayed like that for a long time and started to feel sad. I was going to miss this. When my dick finally popped out I rolled off him and lying on the floor I realized that I was getting distracted again by my affection for my pet. He was eroding my will. I was getting too attached, too comfortable, too settled. It was time to lock him up and practice my hunting skills again.

“Stay” I commanded as I got up to get his bowl and a gag. I placed the inflatable gag with the feeding tube into his mouth and with the attached bulb I pumped it up to where I knew it would not be coming out. Then I placed the sedative-laced liquid nutrients in front of him. As trained he waited until I gave him the word to eat, sucking the nutrients through the tube.

While he ate I went to get his tail. When he was done, I inserted it as he became more and more groggy. I got down on the floor next to him and cuddled him in my arms for a while as he drifted off, knowing that this would be the last time for a long while.

When he awoke he was in the cell on the floor. I had replaced the gag with one with a short stubby tube, almost an O-ring. I also had put boots on his feet that had ball bearings in them to make standing painful. The chastity tube was also added. Other than that, he was as I had dressed him. I sat and watched him wake up and look around. He realized he was in the cell and looked toward me. I said nothing, even though I knew he wanted me to. I am sure he wanted to know why, for how long, when, what if…and in the weeks and months that followed I am sure he only became more confused. I am not sure when he realized the cell was welded shut. I did go down to spend time with him every day. I would bring him food and water. I would remove his tail and give him an enema at least once a day. Sometimes I might leave the tail out, so that he could use the stainless steel toilet. At times I removed the rubber suit for a while. The chastity tube also came off once in a great while. He was shaved periodically. All of this through the bars of the cell, usually with his limbs properly restrained. I’ve even fucked him through the bars on several occasions, when I was just too horned up to resist.

The first time I brought the new pet downstairs and flogged him and fucked him, my old pet silently watched and seemed so lost, I almost decided to free him, but I also thought it felt great to know I could still hunt and catch the prey I wanted.

Of course the old pet was almost always gagged. I didn’t trust myself to listen to anything he might say. Twice when I was changing gags he begged me to let him out, saying he was sorry for whatever he did. I simply left and went upstairs when this happened and didn’t return for two days. I could not respond. It was heartbreaking. How could I tell him that locking him up was my punishment for getting too attached, for not being strong enough to resist his charms? As the Master I had failed him.

About eight months after I welded the cell shut I decided to open it again. I need to plan the logistics out. The cell is big enough. I’ve failed again and have grown too attached to the new pet.