Breif Relief

Greetings Everyone. Do you know what day it is? Yup, it's Wednesday, also Hump Day and best of all... #DungeonCrawl Day! 
Last week L got her first taste of The Inns dungeon with Master C where she received her first 'real' punishment. As I recall the experience left her in the dark. 
What must she think of the man who spanked, gagged and whipped her with his crop? Jerk? Meanie? Abusive? Monster?
Let's find out... 

 When L opened her eyes she found herself cradled in Master C's arms. He was holding her in his lap while sitting on her cot in cell nine, softly caressing her face to bring her around. The ball gag was gone, the irons were gone but the pain was still hot and burning to her backside, thighs and chest. 

The light was dim but she could see Master C's face. He was looking down at her with tender curiosity in his eyes that brought tears anew to L's. She wanted to reach up and touch the soft beard on his face, but she resisted. 
"Shhh…the punishment is over, L. You did very well once the gag was in place and I am very proud of you." He bent and kissed her sweat-dampened hair, starting to rock her a little while he held her. His voice soothed her and although her body ached and burned in every place imaginable, his words brought her an incomparable comfort, –he was proud of her.  

He continued to caress her body with the tenderest touch she had ever felt. He took care not to braze her welts or graze the deeply reddened areas on her breasts. Instead he focused on her neck, her face, and her lips. L curled her head into his chest, breathing him in, accepting this minor comfort and wishing all the while that it were Trey that was holding her. Trey would never have beaten her like that, and now that the punishment, which seemed far too extreme, was over, she wondered how Master C could go so easily from one extreme to the other. 

"L, you need to drink something. I've ordered that your dinner be brought to you here and although you are probably not hungry, I do insist that you replenish your body of fluids." His words were tender, almost loving as he stroked the hair away from her forehead before lifting her and positioning her so that only her head remained on his lap, while she lay curled on her side, looking away from him. 
L said nothing in return. 

He stayed with her, comforting and caressing her back and shoulders until Sir Randolph came and left a tray of food and drink at the end of her cot. Master C helped L to sit up. She winced at the painful marks to her butt and thighs. He handed her the tall glass of juice and rubbed her back softly while she consumed it. Her hands were shaking so bad that she used both hands to drink it. It felt refreshingly good to her dry lips and throat. 

"Your irons will be left off for the remainder of the evening, L, and I suggest that you get some sleep after you've eaten. Tomorrow morning your etiquette training will begin and you are going need your strength. Sir Randolph has been assigned to your personal care, and tomorrow he will take responsibility for cleaning and preparing you for the day's events." He brushed his hand down the side of her cheek and then kissed the crown of her head before standing to leave. 

L had a strong urge to ask him not to go. That she wanted him to stay with her and hold her, but this also confused her. She didn't understand why she wanted the very man who had caused her this shame and this hurt to remain anywhere near her. After Master C had left, L also drank the water left for her and picked sparingly at a few bites of the food before curling up on her little cot, hugging the cotton linens. 
Her mind was in a state of confusion, she called out in tiny whispers "Trey, Trey, what have you done to me? Why do wish for me to endure this awful place?" L's eyes burned from the tears and her body still trembled each time she moved even the tiniest bit to get comfortable enough to fall asleep. 

Trey had told her that everything that happened to her here would be an extension of –his own hand! It started to occur to her that Trey wanted her to be more humble, more willing and open to the things he wanted to do to her, but that she had begged the refusal of. He had wanted her to get her nipples pierced after she agreed to become his submissive, but she had begged him to reconsider, and he had. Now though, Mistress C's words resounded in her mind –piercings for these, silver, she is to pale for gold, size two. 
It became obvious to L that this was Trey's way of molding her to suit his needs, wants and desires. Here she would endure everything he wished to impose upon her without actually doing so himself, –coward! Before long, L found she was unable to struggle with aimless thoughts strewing through her mind and gave way to an uncomfortable state of motionless sleep.

Thanks for visiting the dungeon today folks. I wish you all a very happy week, and encourage you to check out some of the other dungeon doors below... great and wondrous treats await you!  

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