The triple pain and reward challenge

I’m not into rewards. I command, I discipline, I punish if necessary. Serving me is the reward. However, when I feel that my slave has performed particularly well, I am willing to let him earn a reward. Note the word “earn”. Rewards do not come automatically – slave has to complete a challenge that is designed in such a way that it pushes his boundaries and makes him display a larger extent of submission. Everything in life has a price.

Recently, I was satisfied with slave’s housework and general demeanor. So I gave him the following reward challenge.

“I have three challenges for you. If you pass them all, I will allow you to go outfit shopping for me. You may pick clothes you want me to wear. The budget will be $500.”

Challenge 1: Clothespins

I took out a small basket of clothespins, some wooden, some plastic.

“Undress, stand straight and spread your legs!”

Obviously, I started with the nipples. From there, I worked his chest, put four, five clamps there. Then I proceeded to the inner thighs, the inner upper arms, the hips, and finally the tongue.

We use nipple clamps a lot, but having two dozen clamps all over his body, in the most sensitive skin regions, was a challenge to him. Painful, but also harmless – as long as the clamps don’t stay on for extended periods of time, there is no risk of harm.

Bonus: The clothespins came on – somehow they have to come off again. Normally, I would take them off gently by slowly pinching them and releasing the pressure. “I will increase your shopping budget by $10 for each clamp that you let me pull off without opening it first.”, was my offer. He was barely able to handle six hard removals before he caved. Mistress expects better. Next time I will use the riding crop to remove them. He has to man up a bit. Speaking of which….

Challenge 2: The spanking

Challenge 2 is all about spanking that butt. The devices: the flogger and the crop. 20 hits each. But there is a twist. This time, he is not handcuffed and gagged as he’d normally be when I punish him. On the contrary: he has to keep his hands next to his head as he bends over the bed. If he moves or makes any sound, the stroke won’t count and the next one will be harder.

He made it through the 40 hits. The result of months of training. But as my strokes got harder, he had increasingly trouble staying still. Eventually, the exercise turned into quite an ordeal, as many strokes didn’t count because of his reaction. Once again, I wanted to see some extra devotion.

Bonus: “This was the minimum. I am sure you want to buy your Mistress only the best and most expensive things. So do something good and take some more hits. This time, they will be extra strong. For each additional stroke, your shopping budget will be increased by $10. You can stop it anytime – but do not disappoint me!” Every bonus hit I gave him was stronger than the one before. Apparently, $80 is what I am worth to him. Could and should have been more, but I understand that he still has to improve his stoicism. It’s a start.

Challenge 3: Candle wax

I took out a wax candle made specifically for this purpose.

“I will light this candle and drop the wax on you. You have to take a quarter of the candle.”

He was definitely suffering. A lot. Mainly because he is quite hairy (actually, I love that about him!) and the wax not just hurts the skin, but it sticks to his body hair, making it quite unpleasant. But by the third challenge, he had definitely reached the headspace of submission. That is what I want from my slave, to stop complaining and accept their fate.

Bonus: “You want to buy Mistress something really nice, don’t you?” He nodded. “Well, then you have to go beyond yourself and show some sacrifice for her. $10 for every drop of wax on your dick and balls. Every drop, the candle comes a little closer, meaning the wax will be hotter.”

The reward

In case you wonder, slave bought me an outfit consisting of an elegant pair of leather shorts, a lace crop top, a blazer, a belt and a pair of boots. I liked it – it was elegant, fashionable, yet expressing a certain level of strictness. It goes so well with my riding crop.