This free story is not typical – it’s much shorter and only has eight pictures.

My SM stories are fully illustrated with explicit pictures – 

Any picture with a border links to more.
Some pictures have hotspots to put comments in the status bar at the bottom of the window in some browsers, and some browsers make ‘speech bubbles’ appear. Some of the hotspots are links to more pages and pictures.

Searching for these hotspots gives you something to do with your hand.

If you don’t follow the hidden links you’ll miss loads of pages.

You’ll get used to finding the pages, the hot spots are usually on the clips, the balls, the device, the nipples . . .

Ouch!

Trevor had visited Mistress Maggie before and now found himself in her presence again.

‘Well, your face looks familiar, when did you last visit me?’, asked Maggie.

‘It’s a while ago, it must be about three years ago I think Mistress’, said Trevor still not entirely sure.

‘. . . and why have you decided to come here to see me after such a long time?’

Trevor was left to think about that one, Maggie began to strut in front of him, backwards and forwards stopping now to glare at him in anticipation of an answer, then set off strutting back and forth again.

‘I thought you may be able to continue my training again mistress’. This was a brave answer from Trevor given that he had only seen Maggie once before.

‘Continue your training? You expect me to remember your visit three years ago and all it entailed? I don’t think so. It seems to me that you will have to start from scratch – again. Starting with a good spanking’, she said turning sharply and focusing on Trevor’s waistline.

‘Undress, belt off, drop your pants’, she ordered.

Once Maggie was happy that Trevor was following her instructions satisfactorily she pulled a stool to the centre of the room, meanwhile, Trevor who was now stripped down to his underwear stood feeling hopeless.

Unsure whether he was attired correctly Trevor thought it best to ask, he gestured at his shorts and asked. ‘Shall I leave my boxer shorts on Mistress?’

‘I’ll take care of those”, was her quick reply.

Maggie was now poised on the stool ready for action.

‘Don’t stand there looking sorry for yourself’, said Maggie. ‘Get over my knee for the punishment you deserve for testing my memory to impossible extremes.’

Trevor took his position over her knee and Maggie wasted no time in giving his bum a good spanking for his misdemeanor.

‘You’ll appreciate this spanking later when I give you the cane. I take it you still want the cane – special request, remember – you mentioned it on the ‘phone?’

‘I’d like to try the cane again Mistress’. he said wondering if it was the wisest decision he had ever made.

‘Less of this ‘Mistress’ bit’, demanded Maggie. ‘Mistress wears fetish gear, do I look like I’m dressed in fetish gear?. You asked for a blouse and skirt. Ma’am wears the blouse and skirt and as long as you’re here you will address me as ma’am. How must you address me?’.

‘Ma’am, ma’am’.

Trevor, not in a position to see her now visualised Maggie in the outfit she had described and stalked before him earlier.

‘So, what exactly do you need a caning for?’, she exclaimed.

‘I don’t know ma’am’.

‘Is it because I have to tolerate the inconvenience of you being totally out of practice?.

‘Perhaps ma’am . . . I did go to see another Mistress earlier this . . .’

‘Ahh, here we go’. she interrupted, ‘the truth comes out, hiding secrets from ma’am, good job I have my hairbrush’.

Maggie gave his bum a good thrashing with her hairbrush whilst reminding him that he would learn that keeping secrets was not a good idea.

‘. . . and I see that you deserted me for another Mistress and then thought better of it . . .’, Trevor’s boxers began to slide down his legs, ‘. . . and now you are deserting her for me. Have you no consideration for peoples’ feelings?. I’ll show you what I think because I’m going to give you a good smacking on her behalf!’

Maggie now gave Trevor’s bum another pasting with her hairbrush. Even if he’d tried to complain, it was unlikely that Maggie would hear his grumbles due to the racket she was making with the flat, wooden brush.

‘Get off my knee now. Go and feel sorry for yourself’, Maggie ordered.

Trevor found it awkward to go anywhere, his pants were still intact around his ankles. His bum felt aglow — on fire, he rubbed it to see what it felt like. It was no different to usual, no evidence of cuts or abrasions.

Maggie was stroking her long hair with the hairbrush, generally ignoring Trevor's misery. Standing in front of the mirror she put her hair up in a bunch, put the hairbrush back in its place, removed her blouse and picked up her cane before turning around to face Trevor.

Trevor quickly stopped rubbing his bum and dropped his arms to his sides.

‘Well, I’m ready to give you that caning, twenty strokes seems a good number for a measly little man returning for training completely out of practice’.

‘Yes ma’am’, Trevor replied wondering what was to happen next.

‘No fancy furniture for you. Bend down, hold onto your pants and stick your bum out’.

Moving about him Maggie inspected his profile, tapping his bum with the cane encouraging him at a better attempt at an ideal pose.

Trevor could now see Maggie’s hemline very well, but he could only catch a glimpse of the remainder of her upside down figure as she moved behind him twitching her cane, twitches turned into swishes and the swishes began to land on Trevor’s bum, six of them.

Maggie stopped and looked at Trevor’s face through the gap between his spreaded legs.

‘I don’t remember asking you to stand like that for your punishment. Get back into the other pose. Hold onto your shorts’.

‘Yes ma’am’, said Trevor.

‘Did that hurt?’, asked Maggie.

‘Yes ma’am’, he replied again.

‘Oh good. I’m glad the punishment is working’.

Trevor saw no more of Maggie using her cane. He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and fought hard to hold Maggie’s preferred position until all twenty strokes had been used up.

Ouch!

The stories I’ve re-enacted for my site cover many themes and are extensively illustrated, with loads of photos for each one.

The scenarios range from rubber enclosure, watersports, CP, cock and ball torture (CBT), tying and teasing, bondage, and, in fact everything you would expect an experienced mistress, like myself, to have performed – all created especially for you.

Other than stories, the gallery pages include photos of me, both at work and at play, some very intimate pictures, loads of outfits in rubber, leather and PVC, etc. A growing number of shots in the gallery were taken during sessions, with the slaves’ permission and without the slaves’ faces.

The members’ area contains hundreds of pictures and pages, giving many hours of browsing.

All material on this site © 2008 Mistress Maggie