Ken waited silently in the upstairs dungeon for the arrival of his Mistress. Standing in the middle of the room, eyes cast to the floor, he knew better than to risk a glimpse of the doorway lest Mistress catch him allowing his eyes to stray anywhere but their rightful place upon the ground. A brief flurry of noise from the corridor would periodically break the silence of the dungeon, but the familiar and foreboding sound of high heels striding towards him had yet to materialize.

As he waited, Ken began to wonder what wicked plans Mistress would have have in store for him. But before his mind was able to run away with too many ideas as to the upcoming activities he maybe subjected to, the familiar click of high heels could be heard coming slowly up the stairs, along the corridor and finally into the dungeon,whereupon silence once again overcame the room. Ken was no longer alone,but his eyes dare not take a glance at his Mistress without permission, for fear that punishment would be swift and severe for breaking such a basic slave rule.

"I hope you are ready to be used as the object of my amusement this evening slave." The voice was that of Mistress Violet."I have had a very busy day, and I like to unwind after such days by having one of my slaves humiliate himself before me, as I sit back and relax and enjoy the pleasure of his suffering."

Ken could feel his humiliation starting already. Knowing that he was present purely for the amusement of the as yet unseen Mistress Violet, knowing what humbling and embarrassing activities she was capable of directing him to perform. He recalled some of his previous experiences- being forced to eat his dinner from a bowl on the kitchen floor with his hands and legs tied behind him, being locked into the cage in the waiting room whilst Mistresses and their guests came and went, being made to wear lacy lingerie and makeup and dance like a slut in front of his Mistress.

Mistress Violet stood before Ken in her high heels,sheer black stockings rising up her thighs and held by suspenders attached to the bottom of her black PVC corset, with its exquisite lace trim and elegant curves. A tight black skirt, and elbow length black gloves further added to her dominant yet seductive appearance. But this sight of imposing beauty was not for Ken's eyes, at least not yet. He would have to earn the privilege of being allowed to gaze longingly at his Mistress's elegant figure.

Once again Ken's mind was snapped out of its thoughts of fore coming events by the sound of Mistress Violet's high heels striding to the far side of the dungeon.

"Take off your clothes slave" she ordered. I'm going to need access to every inch of you if I'm to gain any amusement from you and your sorry excuse for a body this evening."

As Ken hurriedly shed his clothes and carefully placed them into the corner of the dungeon he heard the sound of a rubber glove being snapped onto Mistress's hand. He knew that any remaining scrap of dignity he still had whilst standing naked in the middle of a dungeon in front of such a beautiful and dominant woman would soon be gone.

"Spread your legs for me slave, nice and wide.I want to have a closer look at what you have hanging between them, to see if it might provide me with some amusement to begin with."

Ken obediently opened his legs as far as he could, leaving his inadequate genitals hanging  in full view. He could feel himself slowly beginning to get aroused as he contemplated his predicament. Standing there in front of Mistress Violet, he felt so embarrassed by his small penis, but he knew that his humiliation was what Mistress wanted.

"Not a lot to see here is there slave. A few enhancements are in order I think, to make sure that your unimpressive little cock is at least displayed to its full potential."

Mistress proceeded to collect as many clothes pegs as she could find from the dungeon's well endowed equipment rack. Ken thought he could hear at least 20 pegs being removed from the rack. How would Mistress use this many pegs on him he thought to himself.

One by one Mistress began to apply the pegs to Ken's balls, each peg pinching and stretching the skin until almost the entire circumference of each ball was covered with pegs.

Mistress gently flicked each peg with her fingers,causing Ken to flinch in pain as the pegs tightened and stretched his balls until each one throbbed in agony, but all the while keeping Mistress amused, which after all was Ken's true function as a slave.

With no more room left on his balls, Mistress proceeded along the shaft of Ken's now semi-erect cock, clamping pegs one by one until a line of a half dozen pegs stood neatly to attention from the base of his cock to just below the head. Ken's downwardly cast eyes could observe his suffering, and the gloved hands of Mistress Violet working their magic upon him.

It was almost as if telepathy passed between Mistress and slave, both contemplating the increased pain Ken would endure as his cock swelled up further, increasing the tension in each peg, and thus increasing the pain level. Ken could only wait and hope that he could control his throbbing member to avoid further pain, whilst Mistress Violet could look forward to making Ken lose this control and force himself to endure further agony as his cock suffered more and more at the hands of her pegs.

But there was more to come. Mistress returned to the equipment rack and collected a pair of metal clamps joined by a short chain. She had yet to complete her artistry between Ken's legs.

As Mistress attached the first clamp to the foreskin of Ken's cock Ken let out a small yelp. He only hoped that his pain was providing the amusement his Mistress desired. The second clamp followed soon after to the foreskin on the opposite side of his cock, and once more Ken let out a small yelp of agony.

"Your suffering is certainly helping me relax this evening slave. But the night is still young, so plenty more suffering still awaits you if you're up to it."

A gentle nod from Ken was the sign Mistress needed to continue her torture. Ken was already writhing in agony from the pegs and clamps now covering his genitals, but once again he remembered that his true purpose was to be humiliated for the pleasure of his Mistress.

"Now slave, I want you to take hold of this chain attached to your cock and pull it hard. So hard that your cock stretches as far as it will go. But make sure that you don't pull too hard or the clamps will come off, and that would displease me. You wouldn't want me to be displeased now would you?"

Until this point Ken had endured his suffering at the hands of his Mistress. Now he was being forced to create his own suffering. How degrading for a slave to be forced to inflict such pain upon himself for the amusement of others.

But Ken complied with Mistress Violet's request, pulling the chain as hard as he could, despite the ever increasing shots of pain being sent through his body from the pegs and clamps.

Mistress Violet sat back in the grand wooden chair in the corner of the dungeon, enjoying the performance Ken was providing for her. She could sit back and relax as her slave punished and tortured himself for her pleasure. She could watch as Ken's cock grew ever more erect, surely increasing the tension in the pegs along his shaft to unbearable levels. Yet still Ken continued obediently.

After what seemed like hours of this humiliation Ken thought that relief was in sight as Mistress rose from her chair. But rather than come towards him to begin the long and no doubt painful task of removing her pegs she headed towards the shelves by the side of the dungeon and picked up a candle and a lighter and then headed towards him.

"Don't think I've finished making you suffer just yet, I'm enjoying this so much I want to see you suffer at your own hand a bit more."

If not for the fact that his humiliation was providing the enjoyment his Mistress desired Ken thought to himself that he would have succumbed to using the plea of "mercy" long ago. But he knew his true purpose, and the pain he was enduring was what he rightfully deserved as a slave.

"Now slave. You have a choice. You may take off the pegs from your cock, and then wait to see what alternative activity I have in mind for it, of you can leave the pegs on and endure them for a while longer."

Ken considered this new predicament. By removing the pegs he would no doubt endure something equally as painful, most likely from the candle Mistress was tantalizingly playing with before him. Or he could continue to suffer the pegs further, with the ever increasing pain levels caused by his ever hardening cock.

Unknown agony won out over more of the same. Ken began to remove the pegs from his cock, each one causing a sharp bolt of pain as the blood rushed to where the peg had squeezed the skin on his shaft. Then came the pegs on his balls, each one causing a similar shot of pain as Ken removed them one by one. Removing the source of the pain seemed to cause him more pain than leaving them be.

Finally the last peg was removed, and Ken felt his cock soften somewhat, seemingly as exhausted as he was after the torture it had endured. But Ken knew that there was more to come.

Mistress Violet lit the long white candle and placed it in Ken's left hand, whilst his right hand continued to hold the chain attached to his cock.

"Now I want you to take your chain and pull your pathetic little cock out straight in front of you. Then I want you to hold my candle above your cock and drip hot wax upon it until it is entirely covered with wax."

Once more Ken obediently followed his Mistress's instruction. He pulled on the chain to hold his cock out before him, and then held the candle above his cock and allowed the wax to drip down upon him. Each drip made his cock jump in response to the short sting that the wax delivered. Slowly he began to cover himself in wax as he had been told to do. Mistress looked on from her chair, enjoying the further humiliation her slave was enduring for her.

"Now lower that candle slave, I want to see it just inches from your cock. The closer it is the hotter the wax will be, the greater the pain will be, and the greater my enjoyment of your self imposed punishment."

Ken did as he was told, slowly lowering the candle, feeling the ever increasing pain levels as the wax drops got hotter and hotter. The top side of his cock was becoming encased in wax as the candle continued to burn and drip down upon him.

"I think you've just about finished the top of your cock slave, but the underside is yet to receive any attention. Turnaround and lie on the bondage bench behind you face up so that you can continue to encase yourself in my beautiful hot wax."

Ken slowly turned around, being careful not to allow any wax to miss his cock and leave a deposit on the floor. Such untidiness would surely bring further punishment.

He eased himself onto the bondage rack, and lay face up, pulling his cock chain towards himself in order to expose the as yet untouched regions of his cock. Was there no end to his suffering in sight? He proceeded to drip wax upon himself once more, until his entire cock became a wax encased monument, enclosing his feeble manhood.

Finally Mistress rose from her seat and walked towards Ken. One quick blow and her candle's flame was extinguished. She examined her slave's wax offering before her, prodding it from side to side with a riding crop, making sure that no part had been missed. All this pain had kept Ken's cock in it's unwoven state. But now it was beginning to rise.

"Stand up slave. I think it's time you were allowed to observe the architect of your agony. You may raise your eyes from the floor and cast them upon your Mistress. Your humiliation has indeed amused me tonight, but I still have one final act of humiliation for you to endure."

"As you have completed your self imposed punishments well this evening I think it only fair that you be permitted to reward yourself. You may remove your cock chain and wax and then start playing with yourself until you are almost ready to cum. But don't cum just yet as your final humiliating act still awaits you."

Ken began to remove the wax from his now rapidly growing cock. Parts of the wax began to crack from the strain before he could remove them. He unclipped his cock chain and placed it beside him, then began to reward himself with long strokes of his cock, as it continued to grow.

Ken slowly increased the frequency and intensity of his masturbation as his eyes continued to enjoy the erotic image of Mistress Violet sitting before him watching him pleasure himself, her dominant attire seeming at one with her dominant nature.

As Mistress could sense that her slave was getting close to the point of release she rose for the final time from her chair and placed a small white bowl in front of Ken.

"I want to you kneel in front of the bowl slave,and play with yourself until you cum into the bowl. Then, as your final act of humiliation this evening you are going to get down on your hands and knees and lick all your cum from the bowl until it is clean once more."

The ultimate degrading task was now before him. Ken lowered himself in front of the bowl, and continued to pleasure himself, knowing that the pleasure he would shortly bring himself would then be followed by such a complete act of submission.

Mistress stood in front of him and watched as the tension in Ken's cock reached its maximum point, and then he exploded into the bowl, continuing to pump himself hard to release all of his cum before returning it to his mouth. The pain and suffering he had endured during the previous hour was all but forgotten as his mind could think only of the current feeling of release that was engulfing his whole body.

Finally Ken sank lower to the floor on all fours in front of his bowl. He leaned towards the bowl and began to lick up his cum like a cat with a saucer of milk. Mistress gently stroked his back, and caressed his body with her riding crop as he continued to eat his fresh hot cum. Her slave had done well, she felt so much more relaxed and refreshed. She helped her slave to his feet, cum drops covering his face from licking his bowl.

"Well done slave. You may clean yourself up and get dressed. I think I may have to call on your services again when I need to relax. The only difficulty will be in thinking of how to see you humiliated further than you have been tonight."