Dominatrix System

Her body finished healing as I held a whip. I asked if she wanted a second round and she shook her head. I sighed using a hand to grab her face.

"My little Kitty... What you want doesn't matter here. You want what I want. You must try to project that regardless of the situation. You are my pet. That simple. I am your owner. You please me you get treats. You make me angry I punish you. Do, you, Understand?" I speak slowly making my point clear.

She started to nod quickly her breasts along with her as she nodded vigorously as she could. I smile as I looked at her enthusiasm. I still look at her with that same smile as I reapply the first cream to her dismay. She starts shaking her head knowing that this creme helps her heal without scars after I apply it. She shakes her head knowing that I was not kidding with round two.

I am methodical with the creme making sure not a single inch of skin is untouched. The tears and dread are painted on her face as I finished. "Kitty, You like to disobey me. You do it so often you do not even realize it. You need to be punished for these indiscretions. You also need to realize the situation you have been in Kitty." The muffled yells and desperate attempts to communicate were stopped in by the gag. "This little Kitty is for your cursing!" I snapped the Ninetails into her again as it took surface flesh from her stomach.

I quickly did another and another along her stomach receiving muffled screams as she bit down on the gag.

"You are always sleeping before I get home from outside!" I stated and the Nine tails bit into her thigh. I followed it up with another on the other thigh with an extra on each thigh again. The muffled screams rang into the room with only me listening to them. I was so happy and felt my frustrations flying away. I grabbed her face showing her my blissful smile.

"Kitty I love you. Misbehave and I am happy. I will bring you in here and listen to your sweet cries of agony. What I want to hear more though are your cute meow's your purring. I want a pet, not a slave. I do not want a pain doll from you. Most certainly I do not want a little Sissy girly-girl from you. NO! You are my pet. I want something to pamper. I want something to tease while I pet them. Something I can give love too and receive it unconditionally. I will make you that little pet!" Finished my rant and the real show began.

My nine tails started to move around her body as I hit her breast. She tried to shy away toes turning her around. The back was hit three times in succession and her face was towards me again. She was desperately trying to move away. She would swing away and come back to the bit of the nine tails hitting her again and again. She soon became a bloody tear-stained mess.

Again I started the healing creme on her while she sat motionlessly. Her groans muffled came out and her body was healing. I took off the gag and forced another healing potion and energy potion into her. After some coughing, she woke up again with a perfectly healed body. The look though was one of fear. Fear and Hate. That was what I was looking for that look. My pussy moistened seeing that look. She hated me which meant I occupied her mind. Her fear made her unable to do anything about it. It was a vulnerability in her mind that I had opened up.

When one is torturing someone they recognize the worst thing to receive is nothing. If they think nothing of what you doing to them then what you do to them means nothing. You must find openings into a person's mentality. One of the best is Hate and Fear. Both of these mean that you are in the foremost of their mind.

Love and Hate are also the same coin. Do something to someone you love and they turn to a vile loathing or hate to you at the drop of a hat. But the same could be said for Hate to Love. Do something or show something consistently and before they know it they are in love with you. The two emotions are the same with a different flavor. They are both uncontrollably thinking of you.

I smiled as I achieved the first stage of training. The day was still young though and I grabbed some spurs that I had gotten as I watched the last of the whips marks heal with a smile.

"Kitty do you know what you did wrong?" I ask simply with a sadistic smile as I took off the gag. She looked at me, then around the room. That received a slap and my hand turning her face back to me. "Little Kitty... I ask again and for the last time before another punishment... Do you know what you did wrong?" She glared with hate and fear.

"Y-yes?" She came out with and I sighed in disappointment at her. I grabbed the gag again as she started to talk ramblings before I forced it into her mouth.

"Kitty, I have truly failed you it seems. Either that or you are stupid." I put down the Nine tails as the pain that delivers is only harsh unrelenting pain that is pure torture. It was meant to break someone mentally before you change tactics. I grabbed some clips some needles and just a bunch of things into a cart.

I turned back to her after preparing the things for the next part. "Kitty, how do cats communicate?" I ask simply as I grabbed the spurs. The points were all sharp and I pressed them up against her side. I started wheeling them along her ribs. Her body shied away from it on instinct. This was extremely mild compared to my early torture.

"You see, Kitty," I started while teasing her body, "You never actually need to talk," her body jumped as I reached her breast poking a little deep. "You are the only one who doesn't need to say yes Mistress," I suddenly punch her in the gut taking out the wind from her. The gasp through the gag was loud, "You know I consider you my cat! A Cat can not speak!" I retract the spur on her skin putting it on the cart. I grab a needle and crouched down in front of her. Her toes barely on the floor as she more or less swung from the ceiling. I put both legs on me giving her reprieve. She wasn't happy as she saw the smile on her face. The first needle pierced her pussy lips into each other. They tips ended just before the thighs. I reached behind me and grabbed another.

I continued till I had six needles there The yelps in pain as she was repeatedly pierced were amazing. I started to let her legs settle to the ground much to her dismay. When her toes reached the ground her legs came together. The lightly pierced her thigh. The yelp was satisfying with the next dance I witnessed. Every time her legs came together they would split granting a moment before to keep her balance they closed.

During this time I started to tell her what a pet was supposed to do. She was so busy raising a leg then the other trying everything to save herself from it. The body's instinct is truly terrifying when used against itself. I grabbed a vibrator and pasted it to her clit. The direct injection of pleasure in sharp contrast to the pain was something new and the body was seeking relief.

The dance continued as the teasing intensified. The mixture of pleasure and pain in a weird dance made me laugh. She moved while screaming into her gag. Her toes touched the ground together only for one or both to jump by instinct. The would close and the needles would stab her sensitive thighs. I leaned against the wall watching the show.

I grew bored soon though as the tears rolled down her face. The reactions became slower and slower as she exhausted her body. I granted her reprive as her pussy was wet but only slightly. The body is a funny thing as when it is in dire straights or thinks it is the first thing it will do it try to protect the mind. Well, that isn't quite true.

First, it will protect the vitals to stay alive longer. Baring that it tries to protect the brain mentally. Since I am doing mental damage then it tries to take a reprieve from where it came. It also starts to connect the two processes. If you are receiving pleasure and pain together slowly as the more it is applied the body adapts. Eventually training a body long enough they become a Masochist. You can take this further and further grooming someone to take mental abuse to even worse things. I was not interested in this though as I saw it as beneath me. I squatted before her and took her legs taking out the needles piercing her pussy lips. The sigh was audible through the gag and I smiled.

I took off her gag and put it on the cart. Next, I took out some clips with some chains. I attached vibrators to them all. I clipped both nipples her ears watching them hang low. The vibrations started to pleasure her and I noticed her ears shaking more than the Vibrators account for. I placed the cream to heal on her thighs watching it heal.

I started to finger bang her right after watching her look at me horrified as I brought her to orgasm. Her teeth were gritting stifling a moan. She knew I was testing her or she was stupid. If she ended up being too stupid I might have to sell her to some fucking perverted nobility. That would be a failure on my part and would forever be a testament to that. I wouldn't do that I decided soon after the thought appeared in my head.

Her body shook and I heard that purr come from her as she vibrated. It was a horrible edition of a cat purr but things were starting to sink in. I started to finger her harder.

"What a good kitty," I stated and scratched under her chin.

"Nyah?" She called to me looking at the door. She was learning now how she needed to communicate with me and I was smiling.

"Little Kitty deserves a reward for receiving her punishment and learning from it," I told her as her juices poured onto my fingers. I felt her g-spot and started to hit it hard as she stifled her moans turning them into purrs. I brought her to orgasm quickly but continued since I felt like it. I had no idea what time it was and I couldn't care although I was starting to feel hungry. I fucked her with my fingers none the less until her whole body shook as she purred. Juices became more abundant on my fingers.

Finally, I walked away and lowered the chains and her body fell to the floor. She was completely wiped and I unhooked her unclipped her. I started to clean her up then carrying her to the bathroom. After every session, no matter who I am with I needs to care for them. This makes them happier and cares for me more without them even noticing.

'Psychology was an amazing thing' Stockholm syndrome is very real due to desires like these. I may have whipped you into a bloody mess but I take care of you for a fraction of the time I damaged you for and you feel closer to me. I needed to do this for myself and them though. This helps them stay more mentally stable as well. It also stops the used and thrown away mentality that stops slaves from truly attaching themselves to you.

I could go on and on about the positives and negatives of it as I started to clean her up of blood and everything else. It was going to be a busy day of training tomorrow as well. I never even noticed that I was still healing from my own wounds as I pampered an exhausted kitty with a smile on my face.