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   Her Present
   Part 5
   Jennifer was excited again she could see the look of fear on his face.
He had just worked harder than he ever had in his life, dealt with the most
uncomfortable day of his life and he was wearing the most embarrassing
outfit of his life and he was being told that his performance was only a B
minus.  That power feeling was back again.  She spoke to him, "As your
punishment I will have you stand in the corner of my room for one hour legs
straight and no movement whatsoever, while you there I want you to think
about what you could have done to make your grade an A.  When you are done
I want you to go to your room and write a full page essay on those things
you thought of, when you are done with your essay you can go to bed.  Set
the alarm for 6am tomorrow and begin your day; a note is in your bathroom
already with tomorrow mornings chores before my wake up breakfast call, at
breakfast I will read your essay and the letter to my sister you wrote last
night so bring them with you with my breakfast.  I have a timer here on the
nightstand to let you know when your hour is up.  You may begin now." He
just answered "Yes Mistress Jennifer."
   Jennifer watched TV glancing over in the corner to see Michelle standing
there.  She had never felt better in her life.  She was comfortable and her
comfort was magnified by the power of seeing him stand in the corner, feet
probably in agony, tired beyond belief but yet focusing on her instructions
because of no other reason than because she said so.  He had worked his ass
off today, he did a great job but yet she felt she needed to punish him. 
She didn't feel bad or guilty in one bit.  Actually she felt just the
opposite, he belonged to her, and it was her right to do anything she
wanted to him.  Just thinking about this made her even more excited.  The
thought that the hour he was to stand there was her decision and could be
altered just because she felt like it was powerful one and thinking about
that made her decide she felt like altering it.  It was her prerogative to
change her mind and she did.  She reached over and grabbed the timer and
changed the hour to an hour and a half.  Then she thought about just not
saying anything about it and letting him squirm wondering when the hour
would be up, then a wicked even more evil thought crossed her mind.  She
set the timer back down and said, "Slave, don't speak or answer but I have
decided to change your time in the corner from 1 hour to 1 and a half
hours. Now since you have that extra half hour to think I want your essay
to be 2 pages instead of one.  In the essay I also want to read why you
feel thankful for the extra time.  Now I am going to sleep I want absolute
quiet out of you.  You are waking me at 9 and I want my sleep."
   She giggled to herself as she heard a faint whimper from the corner. 
She knew she had just put a dagger thru his heart.  She loved this way too
much.  As she drifted to sleep all she could think of was that in the
corner was a boy who would be subjected to her every single sadistic dream
and desire forever just because he didn't want to go on a date with her. 
She loved life and she had the power to make sure he didn't.  She deserved
his complete obedience and she was going to make sure she got it.
   Jennifer awoke to the knock on her door.  She groggily rolled over and
saw the clock said 9:00.  She smiled.  She was about to bid him to come in
but then that wonderful feeling of power came over her again.  She didn't
owe him a quick response.  He was standing outside that door holding her
breakfast for her benefit not his and the last thing she needed to do was
to acknowledge him immediately.  She had every right to let him wait, stew
a little because he might be nervous about what to do if she didn't answer,
should he knock again?  Should he just come in?  Either way might be the
wrong answer and cause punishment.  Today was another day in paradise for
her.
   Michelle was nervous, he knocked but no answer.  Should he knock louder?
Knock again?  Call her name?  He hated this completely.  He had barely 3
hours of sleep by the time he finished the absolute torture of standing in
the corner listening to her sleep in comfort, afraid to move a muscle.  His
calves almost didn't comply with him last night.  By the time the timer
went off he thought his muscles were locked up.  He was never so happy in
his life to be able to leave that spot and come to his room only to
remember to have to write the essay.  It took him almost 45 minutes to
write it.  He had slept like the dead only to be awakened by his alarm way
too early.  So he could get up extra early and put on the terribly
uncomfortable outfit he wore now.  It was a women's business suit with a
silky long sleeved blouse the shoes were even higher with a thinner heel
than yesterdays pair.  His feet hurt so bad this morning after sleeping
that he didn't think he could manage in the shoes from yesterday, when he
saw the shoes for today they were even worse.  As he slid the shoes on to
his feet this morning and looked at the cruel list she left him of "Fun
things for Michelle to do" he started to understand what it meant to be
another person's slave.  He had no choice but to buckle those shoes, stand
up and thru the pain to begin perform the work on her list.  He now stood
at her door waiting for her to respond so he could serve her breakfast and
begin another day of pure torture at the hands of this bitch of a woman. 
He now knew exactly why he said no to her advances those months ago,
unfortunately the alternative to accepting her date was way worse than
dating her would have provided.  He got the courage to knock again and was
met by an answer.
   "Enter." After hearing he opened the door and set the tray on her lap,
he stood in his familiar spot and handed her the essays he had written.  He
stood motionless and quiet as she ate and read the essays written for her
enjoyment.  Jennifer loved reading the essay's he wrote, she was satisfied
that she was getting him to understand his new predicament and that she was
in full control.  She looked at him standing before her dressed in a very
dressy and probably hot suit staring at the floor.  She took in his
uncomfortable situation.  She thought about possibly being easy on him
today but it just wasn't in her to do that.  Instead thoughts of further
humiliation, torture, anguish and obedience coursed thru her mind.  When
she finished eating she spoke to her slave.
   "Michelle, get me a pair of shorts, a T shirt and a bra.  It is supposed
to be very hot today and we are going to be going shopping I don't want to
get to hot with all that walking we will be doing." Michelle responded,
"We? Mistress Jennifer?" Jennifer angered immediately, "Yes we, I hope you
don't think I plan on carrying my bags and purse while I am shopping,
because I am not, you will be right behind me the whole way carrying my
stuff, was I not clear on what I said?" Michelle nervously and very
courteously tried to reason, "Mistress Jennifer, will I be able to change
before we go?" Jennifer understood where this was going now and said, "Oh I
see are you embarrassed to wear what I picked out for you, I suppose you
think my taste in clothes are bad?" Michelle said, "No, no Mistress
Jennifer your taste in clothing is wonderful, it's just that these are
women's clothes and I am a man, I was hoping not to go out in public like
this.  Besides I thought because you said it was really hot out today that
you may be allowing me to change my clothes before going." Michelle was
worried that he may have said something to get himself into trouble. 
Jennifer on the other hand loved seeing him scared.  She had no intention
of letting him change.  But figured this would be a good time to play some
more of her mind games on him.  She said, "Well Michelle, I was going to
let you change....however I think not anymore and there are a bunch of
reasons for it.  First, that is the outfit I gave you to wear and I see no
reason to have you change.  It looks very nice and shows proper respect
that you care to look your best for your owner.  Second, I will not be
embarrassed one bit in public with you dressed like that, whether you are
embarrassed really means nothing to me.  Third as far as the heat, my
comfort in the heat is of importance, not yours, for me it is more
important that you look like I choose rather than you being cool and
comfortable.  While you are carrying a boat load of bags and my purse,
following behind me in high heels sweating up a storm trying to keep up
with me you can think about that.  Besides you won't be embarrassed because
you won't see anyone, you will have your eyes focused on my ass the whole
time.  I don't want your eyes wandering anywhere except staring at their
target.  So you won't see people looking at you funny.  Now get the clothes
I asked for, and get a pair of socks too, I will wear tennis shoes so I can
move faster making you keeping up with me more difficult." She laughed out
loud at this.  Michelle went to pick out her clothing knowing that he just
needed to get used to the fact that his life was now the personal property
of somebody else.  He was best off just accepting it and being the best
slave he could be.
   While she dressed in the clothes Michelle brought her Michelle spoke up
to his new owner.  "Mistress Jennifer, may I please ask you a question?"
Jennifer answered him, "Sure go ahead, but remember if I don't like the
question I will beat your ass ok?" He stopped in his tracks but decided to
ask anyways.  "Mistress Jennifer, I really do understand I am going to be
your slave forever, I have accepted this now.  If I promise to obey you
without question and work for you to the best of my ability and completely
devote myself to you, is there a possibility that you may be able to ease
up on me a little, I really am having a difficult time with my feet and I
am so tired from lack of sleep." Jennifer thought for a second then gave
him an answer he might have known was coming.  "Michelle, in time I might
but right now this is too much fun for me and as long as I am enjoying
myself you will deal with my torture and punishment.  I think it is very
important to have you understand that sometimes you will just have to
suffer for my entertainment.  I think now is one of those times.  So I
would like you to pull your pantyhose down and grab your ankles, keep your
knees straight.  I am going to cane your ass right now, not because you did
anything wrong but just because I feel like it.
   Michelle began to silently cry waiting for her to punish him for her
enjoyment.  As usual she came around to be eye to eye with him.  This made
her feel so powerful, there she was staring at that now becoming familiar
fear in his eyes.  She spoke to him.  "Don't cry Michelle, this will make
me happy, you want to make me happy don't you?" He nodded yes to her and
she carried on, "Then we both agree the best thing for us is for me to
blister your ass with this cane it will be pleasurable for me and you will
be happy knowing you are providing me pleasure.  Ok I already know how many
I am going to give you, one movement and it will double it.  Now I know it
can't be really comfortable to be grabbing your ankles with your legs
straight so I will get this over with as quick as possible but first I have
a few things to do, stay absolutely still until I come back." She smiled,
kissed him on the lips and stuck her tongue down his throat, he was so
turned on by this and yet scared, his emotions were a mess as she walked
and left him to himself.
   She went downstairs and got a drink and sat down on the couch to watch
TV for about 10 minutes and let him stir.  She thought to herself, this boy
is in serious trouble because I love screwing with him way too much.
   After about 15 minutes she went to have some fun at his expense, he
hadn't moved but he was uttering some very quiet moans of discomfort, which
was a good sign for her.  She grabbed the cane and practiced, she loved the
swish it made thru the air and he was terrified as he heard her practice
swings.  At this point Jennifer began her god given right to beat
Michelle's ass for absolutely no reason.  By the time she finished she was
satisfied that he was sufficiently tortured.  She lay on the bed and turned
on the TV again to rest.  She left him to remain in his agony.
   The beating was the worst pain he had ever had to endure but he didn't
dare move a muscle; Mistress Jennifer had just moved to the bed and was
resting comfortably.  He was feeling worse than ever in his life.  His body
wasn't flexible enough to make bending and grabbing his ankles with his
knees bent comfortable and his ass was truly burning now.
   Finally Jennifer told Michelle he could redress properly and stand next
to her bed while she thought about the day.  He complied without hesitation
or question.  It really didn't matter anymore; if she said it he was doing
it.  He made sure that when he presented himself to stand next to her bed
he was facing away from the TV, it wasn't his place to watch TV.  He just
waited, standing still, ready for anything she needed.  That's where he
belonged now.  It was slowly sinking in to Michelle that he was now where
he was going to remain in life.  At Mistress Jennifer's side, supporting
her, obeying her, suffering for her, everything was for her.  He wasn't
sure if he was feeling more at ease with this revelation or if it was
getting him more afraid of his future.
   Without an explanation Jennifer got off the bed and said, "Follow!"
Without a thought in his mind he did exactly that, two steps behind, eyes
on her ass.  His calves were hurting again and he knew the hard part of the
day was just beginning.
   Jennifer stopped in the kitchen to grab her purse and keys, she handed
her purse to Michelle to carry and headed out the door, not a word was
needed.  Jennifer said to Michelle, "Get in the back seat, sit on the
passenger side, eyes down at the hem of your skirt, it stays there unless I
tell you otherwise." She walked to the other side of her Black SUV without
waiting for a reply from Michelle.  He climbed in and buckled up the inside
of the car was hot, he couldn't wait for her to start it and turn on the
air conditioning.
   Instead her cell phone rang, she answered it and began a conversation.
While talking she went back into the house to continue her conversation,
Michelle was not happy as the heat combined with the long sleeved suit,
pantyhose and jacket didn't help the situation.  He however knew getting
out would be suicide for his ass so he just suffered as she took care of
whatever it was that owners' do.  His place was to wait for her return and
not worry about his own comfort.  How many times had he heard that in the
past few days?
   Finally she came out of the house and into the car.  She got in started
the car and opened the garage door, while backing out she merely said to
him, "Sorry for the delay, had an important phone call, god knows it was
too hot out here for me to talk on the phone." He knew that was her shot at
him but what could he say except, "Yes Mistress Jennifer."
   The ride was uneventful but quite boring for Michelle.  He really
dreaded getting to their destination so as far as he was concerned this
time sitting in and air conditioned car, with the weight off his feet could
go on all day.  Unfortunately within 20 minutes his rest time was over. 
She turned off the car opened the door and cheerfully said, "Let's go slave
time for us to shop." Getting out on the other side of the SUV from her he
had to move as quickly as he could to catch up to her.  She was walking
pretty fast, fast enough that in the heels he had to shuffle more than walk
to keep up.  That of course was part of her plan.
   She smiled knowing that this was one of those new types of outdoor
malls, she had a bunch of stores to go to and it was so cool knowing that
she wouldn't have to carry anything and could have her own personal pack
rat following behind just for her needs.  She would make sure when it was
the hottest time of the day she would stop for an ice cream and sit down to
take a break to eat it while he stood in front of her watching.  Why she
enjoyed things like this so much she really had no idea but she did and
because she did Michelle would be put thru every single wonderful second of
it.  oShe also thought about making him stand outside while she went into
air conditioned store but that wouldn't be in her best interest, her best
interest was to have him two steps behind the entire day.
   End of Part 5
  
Her Present- Part 5 (Femdom)