My sl*ve crawls on all fours, behind Me, it is his place. I have him follow My boots so that he can take a long look at the spurs adorning My boots today. My sub, My property, will endure for Me; he will feel discomfort and t*rment at the hands of the cruel Mistress that he serves.

My whip stings My sl*ve’s back and marks him, both as Mine and as fully surrendered. I have My boy run his tongue over My spurs, sharp though the spurs are, kept honed for such training. My boy worships the sharp-edged, spiked metal and I encourage him with My whip jolting his back. As he worships the second spur I add to his joyous woes by promising relentless, cruel t*rment, entirely for My pleasure.

I always deliver on My promises and, after having My boy kneel up, I run a super sharp spur over his back repeatedly. My sl*ve groans under the delicious cr*elty; he feels the full weight of My leg and boot through the sharp pointed spur. My boy understands “the point” very quickly and he broadens his back, giving Me access to spike straight across his body. I enjoy this demonstration of My cruel boot worship authority as My sl*ve cries out and moans, literally under My boots!

I warm to My task and run the other spur backwards and forwards over My sub. By adding extra speed, I generate more noise from My boy; perhaps he appreciates this more arduous pace, I certainly like the reactions that I am generating! “There is no mercy...” I declare as I use both spurs at once, in tandem, destroying My boy’s back. Now My sub squeals in anguish, squirming beneath Me as I smile in delight.

I stand as My sub thanks Me for My caring efforts in stretching him. Now the whipping begins in earnest and each lash pulls a cry from My boy. I encourage My boy to take the worship of My boots seriously by increasing the marks on his back with every lash. My sl*ve’s back reddens as he thanks Me once more and I pull him across the room by his leash.

I have My sl*ve lie face down on the cold floor and use My high heeled boots to “pinpoint” key areas of weakness on his back for further acute attention. My heels dig into his back, and I add further pressure, crushing the sl*ve’s flesh under My boots. I rain further bl*ws upon the sl*ve, lashing his exposed flesh, as My sub keeps his eyes trained upon My boots. As he loves My spurs so much, I dig them into his *ss, and he howls as I score his flesh.

A combination of My spurs and lashing quickly bruises his skin. I enjoy My sl*ve reacting to every single spiked sting on his naked body. Now I have set the standard I expect, I have the sub worship My spurs once more – like his life depends upon it and upon them. As My sl*ve l*cks the spurs, I tower over My prone sl*ve mirroring My position in his life. My boy is careful to thank Me for taking My pleasure by using him up.

I am not done yet; I add more severe lashes to his sore back. My harsh strikes cause the sub to wail as I order “Take it!” and his body writhes under My bl*ws. Once more I apply the spurs, laughing at My sl*ve’s cries of t*rment as he feels the points digging in. I have him kiss the spurs once more and he thanks Me in a whimper as I confirm with truth “My pleasure!”

P*IN TRAINING IN THE CELLAR