Ginger and her moisture all over him

He could tell that it was clearly not her day. It had already started in the morning when he didn’t wake up immediately when she called him. Eventually he did, because she started screaming louder and louder. As soon as her voice reached him, he crawled from his mat to her bed, but by then it was too late. After all, he hadn’t responded immediately, which he had to pay for with a number of hefty slaps to his face. His face was still glowing a few hours later. Even after he had provided her with ginger tea and crackers for a long time.

Long list of tasks

Things didn’t get any better that day. Fortunately, she had a few appointments outside the house, so he would have some peace and quiet. Although she didn’t allow him much rest. That morning, she had given him a long list of tasks. Groceries had to be bought, the house had to be cleaned, and he had been instructed to build a wooden box. She had briefly described to him what it should look like. She left the rest up to him. The thought made him anxious, because if it wasn’t good enough, she would punish him mercilessly.

As soon as his Domina was completely taken care of and out the door, he immediately got to work. He couldn’t afford not to have the list of tasks ready before she returned. The last lonely 24-hour confinement was still fresh in his mind. She had given him nothing more than a few bottles of water and a dry sandwich.

Ginger on the menu

He quickly did the shopping, although he wondered what she would want to do with fresh ginger. After all, his Domina didn’t take care of the food, that was his job, and as far as he knew, there were no dishes with ginger on her menu for the coming week. Every week she made a menu for him and he had to cook whatever was on it. However, he didn’t allow himself much time to think about it and got all the groceries. Then he went to the hardware store to get everything he needed for the box. She had described it as: “A wooden box, with air holes, a hinged lid, and a notch so that it is possible to put your head in it.” At the hardware store, he let himself be inspired and eventually came up with a blueprint in his head of how he should make it. Hopefully, his Domina would be satisfied.

White tornado

Once back home, he went through the house like a white tornado to clean everything as quickly as possible. She loved a tidy and cozy house; clutter made her uneasy. After about two hours of hard work, he was done and could go to his workshop to assemble the box. Fortunately, he had had the boards cut to size at the hardware store, so the construction went fairly quickly. After about three hours of work, he was satisfied with the end result. In front of him stood a wooden box, just as his Domina had described. At least, he hoped so. He glanced at the clock and saw that he had exactly one hour to prepare dinner before his Domina came home.

Dish from the oven

He had just taken the dish out of the oven when he heard her put the key in the lock. The curses he heard coming from the hallway did not bode well, and her face was far from cheerful when she walked into the room. He tried to make himself invisible and make her as comfortable as possible. On his knees, he kissed her feet, offered to massage them, and served her food on the couch where she had plopped down. She said nothing to him, which he took as approval, after which he began to gently massage her feet. Not only did he slide his hands over her feet, but he also pampered them with his tongue.

The meal continued in silence. The massage and the food apparently did her good, although he could never be entirely sure of that, in his experience.

Box, ginger, and knife

“Is the box ready? And have you bought all the groceries?” she suddenly broke the silence. “Yes, Domina,” he replied softly. “Good, I hope it’s all right!” she continued. “I want you to take the things to the bedroom now, so the box, the ginger, and a small knife. Then you can run the bath for me. I’m done with this day.” As she spoke these words, she kicked him aside with her foot. The fact that she also kicked him in the face didn’t seem to bother her much.

For his Domina, he filled the bath and added a generous amount of her favorite bath foam. He lit the incense, lit the candle, and dimmed the lights. By now, he knew very well how his Domina wanted her bath, and he made sure not to make any mistakes. Especially not on a day like today, when she already seemed irritated.

I’m ready

While his Domina was enjoying her bath, he made sure that everything in the room and kitchen was tidied up again. Fortunately, he had already cleaned up as much as possible while preparing dinner, so he didn’t have much work to do now. Just as he was almost finished, he heard his Domina calling. He quickly ran upstairs to ask what he could do for her. “I’m done,” she said simply. He knew what she meant. He would have to help her out of the bath, dry her off, and help her put on her nightclothes, which he had laid out on a radiator beforehand.

She usually did this herself, but sometimes she liked it when he did everything for her. Apparently, this was one of those moments. After he had dried her off and was about to grab her nightclothes, she shook her head. “I want you to fulfill your weekly shaving duty first!” He knew immediately what this meant, quickly grabbed a towel and the shaving kit, and made sure everything was ready on the bed so that his Madame could lie down and he could shave her Divine Pussy. He certainly did not dislike this task, which she had even laid down in writing in her TPE contract.

Soft moans

He carefully shaved her pussy until everything felt soft and smooth again. “Lick it clean right away, slave, so that the remains of the shaving cream don’t stay there.” He carefully licked his Domina’s pussy and enjoyed every second. Judging by her soft moans, she obviously appreciated it too. He didn’t just lick her pussy, her clit and ass could also count on his tongue. He knew what his Domina liked and that she could enjoy it intensely when his tongue licked her ass too. Finally, he heard his Domina come violently. “And now my clothes, please!” he heard her say quickly after her orgasm. He jumped up and took her clothes off the radiator and felt how nice and warm they had become.

Ball kick

After his Domina was dressed, she took care of some business on her cell phone and he had the opportunity to tidy up the bathroom. After the bathroom looked like nothing had happened, he knelt down at her feet. Judging by the look on her face, the day was still not bringing her much joy. Suddenly, she looked at him. “What are you staring at me for?” she said sharply, as she slammed her foot hard into his balls. Unfortunately, he wasn’t wearing his metal CB that day, otherwise she would have thought twice, but now her foot came down hard with a well-aimed ball kick to his cock and balls. And apparently this wasn’t enough for her, because she kept kicking him, and every kick she delivered hit him right on target. The harder he moaned, the harder she seemed to laugh at him.

Bend over!

Abruptly, the kicking stopped and he heard her voice say, “Bend over, slave!” Of course, he obeyed her. He bent over in front of her, and she took the opportunity to place a humbler on his balls. She didn’t do it very gently, causing a piece of his skin to get painfully caught. He groaned, but she didn’t seem to care. She even laughed a little at his moaning, sadistic as she was. She corrected the piece of skin roughly, so that it was no longer stuck, but that didn’t make it any better for the slave.

She then blindfolded him, so he could no longer see what was in store for him. He heard strange noises around him. It sounded like someone was peeling something. He couldn’t quite place it, and in any case, he was distracted by the pain in his balls. The skin may have been loose, but it was still painful.

It could be worse!

Suddenly, it became clear to him that it could be worse when she forcefully pushed something into his anus. He screamed in pain. For a moment, he wasn’t sure what it could be. It was twisted, and he wasn’t familiar with the size. It felt different from the butt plugs, dildos, or strap-ons his Domina normally used. Suddenly, he felt a burning pain and, combined with the sweet smell he now smelled, he knew what it was! His Domina had stuck a piece of peeled ginger root in his ass! He didn’t know how to sit because of the pain. The humbler around his balls prevented him from doing too many crazy antics to escape the pain of the ginger.

Laughter and fun

He heard her laughter. “That makes you hot, doesn’t it, slave?” he heard her voice echo through the room. Apparently, she wasn’t having enough fun yet when he felt the first blows from her bullwhip land on his butt.

The crackling blows seemed to echo in the room. She was enjoying herself, and he knew that when she was in this mood, he would get a merciless beating. He was clearly nothing more than a plaything to cheer her up at the moment. Her bull sang in the air and cut open his skin. Only after there was no part of his back left where she could leave new marks did she put down her whip. She had probably had enough. She didn’t care how he was doing.

New pillow

He didn’t know what hurt more, his back, his balls, or the burning pain in his ass. And actually, it didn’t matter. He felt the blindfold being pulled from his head, then the humbler being removed and the ginger being pulled from his ass. Although she moved the ginger back and forth a little longer to leave some extra juices in his ass, which still made him feel like his ass was on fire. “Lie down, slave, on your mat in front of the bed!” he heard her say. “With your head in your new pillow!” she added.

For a moment, he didn’t understand what she meant, until he remembered the box! “She’s not going to make him sleep in that all night, is she?” But this turned out to be exactly what she had in mind for him. As soon as she saw the box, she was not satisfied. “Why can’t I put a lock on it? I can’t leave anything to you! I should be able to put a padlock on it, shouldn’t I? What kind of botched job is this!” To emphasize her words, she slapped him hard in the face several times. Apparently, she hadn’t taken off her rings, so his cheek quickly swelled up. “Lie down, you bungler!” she shouted in his ears.

Juices running down his face

As soon as he had lowered his head into the box, she closed it. Apparently, this confinement was not enough for her, because as soon as he was lying down, she lowered her buttocks onto the box and he soon felt her juices running down his face. His face and hair were soaked.

“Sleep well,” he heard her say. “She’s not going to leave him here like this all night, is she?” he wondered. But when he heard his Domina get into bed, he knew enough. “Sleep well, Domina,” he quickly wished her. Only silence was her answer.

… and there he lay on his rug, in front of the bed where his Domina slept. With his head in a wooden box, which he had had to make for her today. Soaked in her moisture and scent, he found it difficult to fall asleep. Was it the stiffness he felt from the hard surface of his body, or was it the stiffness of excitement that kept him awake…

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Text: Mistress Moriah
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