This is part 3 of the series “The Summer Submissive Internship.” You can read part 1 here.

One thing readers need to understand about me is that I am a mistress of pain and pleasure, a true sadist who relishes in the sounds of agony and ecstasy. The sharp cracks of my riding crop against flesh, the raised welts left by my whip – these are the symphony of my sexual desires. The screams that erupt from my subs, the whimpers and moans that escape his trembling lips, all fuel the fire within me. But I must confess, I have encountered issues with subs tapping out too soon, using their pathetic safewords before I am fully satisfied.

The mere mention of safewords fills me with a white-hot rage. They are an insult to my dominant nature and a sign of weakness in my submissives. My dear friend Nora often scolds me for my disdain towards them, but I cannot help but feel this way. Nothing infuriates me more than a pathetic sub who can’t handle what I dish out and resorts to using their safeword. Yes, I will honor it and stop, but they will also learn that my anger will find another outlet and be satiated in other ways.

I vividly remember last summer’s intern, a weak and pitiful boy who couldn’t endure even the slightest bit of pain or discomfort. Despite my efforts to train him and toughen him up, he spent most of the summer sleeping in the kennel with the dogs. It was a harsh lesson for him, but one that needed to be taught. A true submissive must be able to endure whatever their dominant desires without the use of any safewords. Otherwise, they are not worthy of being in my presence.

Ethan’s Resilience

There is a distinct aura of strength and resilience about Ethan, despite his unassuming appearance. Standing at just 5’8″, he may seem small in stature, but his body is lean and sculpted with defined muscles. I couldn’t have guessed by looking at him that he possesses an almost superhuman tolerance for pain. Despite my best efforts to push him to his limits and test his safeword, Ethan has yet to utter a single word of surrender. He revels in the sensation of my whip against his skin, submitting willingly to every strike with a mixture of pleasure and pain. Our sessions leave me physically drained and needing rest, but it’s worth it to see the pure bliss on Ethan’s face as he craves for even more. It’s safe to say that I’ve never encountered someone so masochistic, and it’s been an exhilarating experience thus far.

As my summer intern, I had to train Ethan on how to be a proper sub. This meant that there were times when punishment was necessary. With his impressive ability to withstand any form of discipline, I had to carefully consider the safety of my actions. But I made a recent error in judgment.

A Punishment Taken Too Far

My anger was not directed solely towards Ethan, but rather at the chaotic outside world. My summer estate served as a peaceful oasis, a respite from the stresses of daily life. However, on that particular day, work had seeped into my supposed vacation time, with numerous people demanding my attention for matters they should have been able to handle themselves. I needed a way to release my pent-up frustration and Ethan happened to be tied up on the cross outside. In an angry haze, I unleashed my fury upon his backside, each lash fueled by thoughts of those who had wronged me. Lost in my own head, it took me a moment to realize what I had done to Ethan’s body. His back was covered in blood from the countless whip marks, and he let out a pitiful scream before breaking down into sobs. It was then that my assistant entered the room and suggested it was time for Ethan’s aftercare. I agreed and she removed him from the cross. Despite the pain he was in, Ethan remained a good boy, thanking me as he was led out of the room.

About Aftercare

As a Domme, I understand the importance of aftercare following punishment sessions. However, it’s not something that comes naturally to me. That’s why I have one of my trusted assistants, Megan, provide aftercare for my submissives. She is well-suited for the task, both physically and mentally, and takes care of Ethan’s wounds and emotional state with ease. With her extensive first aid training, she knows exactly how to tend to his physical injuries while also comforting him with her soothing voice. Leading him to her “exam room”, equipped with a plush exam table, she carefully tends to every inch of his body, gently patching up wounds and checking in on his well-being. And when he needs a break, she allows him to watch one of his beloved cartoons while offering him a special treat to lift his spirits. It’s clear that Megan is an expert at providing aftercare for those who have endured my brutal sessions.

About my Assistant Megan

Megan is my Personal Assistant, although her title should be more impressive given all the tasks she handles. She manages my hectic schedule and serves as a bridge between my personal and professional lives. She accompanies me almost constantly in one way or another – whether traveling for business or on vacation during the summer. I trust her completely and have given her unrestricted access to my intern. With few exceptions, she can command him to do whatever she wishes, as long as it doesn’t interfere with my plans for him. And with Ethan’s unique ability to maintain sexual stamina, Megan can take advantage of him more than any previous interns.

However, I do believe that Megan is too lenient with them. If he so much as sheds a few tears, she becomes maternal and tries to coddle him. But perhaps that is why she is the perfect aftercare specialist for me. Plus, she often reminds me of his physical limits, preventing me from pushing him too far – like the time described above when I nearly caused serious harm

About My other Assistants

In addition to Megan, I have two other assistants who are responsible for keeping me connected to the office on a daily basis. They take turns traveling between the offices and my estate. All three of them are well-versed in the art of BDSM, and sometimes I will call upon one, two, or all three of them to assist me in a session. Ethan has already participated in such a session, during which I had the opportunity to teach them some advanced CBT techniques. To prevent him from involuntarily convulsing due to pain or pleasure, we had to tie him to the chair. It wasn’t that he was trying to escape, but his body couldn’t help reacting in such extreme ways. Rest assured that I never intend for Ethan’s penis to suffer permanent damage under my care – except for one minor exception, which I will reveal at another time. For now, just know that once the marks have healed properly, Ethan’s penis will look just as it did when it first arrived under my supervision.

About my Staff

The rest of my staff only has limited chances to engage in sexual activities with Ethan. I usually give permission for special occasions. For instance, my personal trainer Shelly, who has helped me maintain a fit figure and worked tirelessly on my new exercise routine, deserved a bonus. So, I had Ethan devote an evening to serving her in one of the guest rooms. Sometimes, just to remind Ethan of his role (not that it’s hard when he’s always naked and collared), I have him perform oral sex on one of the staff members. But here’s the thing: everyone who works at my summer estate is aware of my lifestyle and enjoys participating. In fact, it’s one of the main reasons they chose to work for me. From the cooks to the gardener, housekeepers to my driver, they all know that being able to ocassionally use my intern is a perk of their job.

Ethan’s Big Mistake

It took Ethan a few days to recover from the intense session, his wounds carefully tended to. I learned a valuable lesson that day and was prepared when it came time to discipline him for a serious infraction.

Sadly, only two weeks later, that time had come. I had instructed him to engage in intimate relations with a close friend of mine, but he not only disobeyed by ejaculating inside her without permission, he also failed to ensure she reached climax. I was furious.

After some reflection, I came to the realization that perhaps I had been pushing him too far that day, without even realizing it. This may have contributed to his early release, which was completely unacceptable. I had demanded him to have sex with me twice that day. During a conference call, I had him have sex with Megan. Then, when a delivery driver from my florist arrived, I had him engage in sexual acts with her as well. Somewhere in there, I made him fuck a blow-up sheep, just for laughs. To top it off, I made him masturbate while I watched, on yet another conference call. Each of those times, I didn’t let him orgasm, so I suppose it had been building up. Still, his actions were unforgivable

My much older friend, Henrietta, asked for a favor: to have my intern Ethan fulfill her sexual needs. Knowing that she only has sex once a year, I agreed to set up the private balcony for them. Ethan’s instructions were clear: be gentle with her fragile body and make sure she orgasms without ejaculating inside of her. This was a task Ethan had successfully completed multiple times before. However, this time was different. After just a few thrusts, Ethan realized he couldn’t hold back any longer and climaxed inside Henrietta. To make matters worse, he continued to spurt semen all over her as he frantically pulled out, one stream even landed on Henrietta’s face. Ethan was humiliated. Poor Henrietta did not get the experience she needed. I was furious.

Ethan required a punishment that would be effective. It needed to surpass the physical pain that my whips, rods, and chains could cause. It was time to put my devious and personalized punishment plan into action, which I had devised after that unfortunate incident.

A Punishment Tailored

It dawned on me that I had been approaching this all wrong. Ethan was not like my previous interns; they came to me with various levels of experience, but all had engaged in sexual intercourse before and were fairly confident in their abilities. Ethan, on the other hand, lacked experience in that department. However, after spending time with me and my staff, he gained a certain confidence in both his oral skills and lovemaking abilities.

Furthermore, Ethan seemed to have frequent erections throughout the day. As part of my intern program, I require them to remain nude, and I have noticed that most young men enjoy showing off their bodies. It appeared that Ethan relished this role – being constantly aroused for my pleasure and being skilled at making me orgasm made him proud.

So when it came to punishing him, I decided to take away what he valued most: his ability to please me sexually.

Why I don’t usually use chastity cages

My main reason for hiring a summer intern was to fulfill my sexual urges. I am someone who enjoys sex, so keeping their genitals locked away never made sense to me. I like seeing it frequently, watching it grow, teasing it, and having it ready for me whenever I desire it inside of me.

Ethan’s erections were quite impressive. As previously mentioned, he could get hard at a moment’s notice, maintain his erection for extended periods, and even become erect again soon after reaching orgasm. In fact, Ethan would often have spontaneous erections throughout the day without any specific arousal occurring. I enjoy pointing out these unscheduled hard-ons and watching him blush in response; he may have been through a lot with me, but he is still adorable.

Although I don’t want him to become too conceited about it, compared to previous subs I’ve had, Ethan seems to possess some sort of teenage superpowers when it comes to sexual abilities. This has led me to believe that having a younger intern may have its advantages indeed.

Ethan’s Punishment: He was Grounded for 1-week.

I reprimanded Ethan for his actions and informed him that his punishment would be a one-week grounding. During this time, he would not be allowed to use his mouth or cock to pleasure me, or anyone else. He would also be locked in chastity, with only myself and my assistant Megan having the keys. I emphasized how disappointed I was in his behavior and how much it hurt me to not have him able to please me during this time. Megan secured the device onto his cock while I laid out the rules. He could only be unlocked for short health and hygiene checks, but he was not permitted to get aroused during these times. Otherwise, the cage remained on until I decided to unlock it.

I added that he was also forbidden from tasting any pussy while in chastity, but I did give him a dildo gag to keep with him at all times. This was the only way he was allowed near a pussy.

To make his punishment even more challenging, I instructed my staff to tease and torment his locked cock as often as they could, ensuring he experienced uncomfortably blocked erections.

An Excruciating Week Lasted Just 3 Days

To be honest, I was quite pleased with the punishment I had devised for Ethan. It brought tears to his eyes and humiliated him, just as I had hoped. However, it wasn’t exactly enjoyable for me either. My punishment meant that he couldn’t use his penis to please me, which also meant I couldn’t enjoy his usual techniques. Instead, I made him use a face-dildo on me, but that quickly lost its appeal.

I instructed the staff to have some fun with him throughout the day, teasing and playing with him. He was not allowed to say no to their advances, and they were encouraged to disrupt his tasks by massaging his body, playing with his locked cage, or tweaking his nipples, all in an effort to make his poor penis strain against its confines.

We pegged him often, causing discomfort in his caged penis, and it was entertaining to watch him squirm in pain as he struggled to endure. But after a short while, it was clear that his spirit was broken and he was reduced to nothing more than our boy-toy to be penetrated – denied even the ability to penetrate anyone himself.

The issue was, I craved the feeling of him inside me again. He was only my intern for a short period during the summer months, and I yearned to touch his hard cock at my leisure – while sipping martinis by the pool, while on a conference call with the office, or even while enjoying my morning coffee on my balcony. And if I wanted to feel that glorious member inside of me once more, I wanted to be able to do just that.

So after just three days of keeping his manhood under lock and key, Megan and I devised a plan to end his grounding early with one final form of punishment.

An Aftercare Punishment

As the sun began to set and the summer evening cooled down, I tied him to my cross that was conveniently placed by the pool. With a strong flick of my wrist, I whipped his back until it was red with marks. Then, I turned him around and continued my work on his front side. A few well-aimed strikes landed on his locked cage, causing satisfying yelps to escape his lips.

After our intense session, he was sent to Megan for aftercare. She gently laid him on the exam table, placing a lavender-scented eye mask over his eyes to help calm him down. In reality, it also helped to blind him so that he wouldn’t notice when I entered the room silently.

With soothing words, Megan unlocked his cage and reassured him that it was safe to let his manhood relax. She reminded him that he had been through a lot and began rubbing his cock in an attempt to awaken it. Although Ethan had shown impressive control during his hygiene sessions, Megan was determined to bring his manhood back to life.

I watched with amusement as Megan continued to tease him, forcefully stroking his erect member. The poor boy was torn between following orders and giving in to pleasure. He wasn’t allowed to get hard, but he also couldn’t disobey Megan. And he definitely couldn’t cum while grounded; the last thing he wanted was to disappoint me. But Megan was relentless, her hand never leaving his throbbing cock. He begged and pleaded with her, reminding her of my rules, but she was prepared for this scenario and silenced him with a swift slap across the face. He stayed obediently in place, despite his clear discomfort at the stimulation. Even though his eyes were covered by a blindfold, I could see the agony on his face.

Without hesitation, Megan slid a slick finger into his tight hole, exploring its depths in a way that always brought men to new levels of pleasure. I’ve witnessed her skillful hands work their magic time and time again. Personally, I didn’t have the patience for such activities – if they happen to get off when my cock is pounding their ass, fine. But watching her expertly stroke his shaft while her finger delved deeper into him, I could see Ethan’s body starting to tremble with anticipation. His breath quickened and I knew he was close to reaching his climax. Just as he was about to release, I couldn’t resist blurting out: “Ethan, what the hell are you doing?” The shock and confusion on his face was priceless.

It was amusing. The young boy let out a pathetic whimper as a tiny stream of cum escaped his cock before he could stop it. I couldn’t help but giggle, impressed by his ability to hold back an orgasm like that. Megan, wanting to prove me wrong when I criticized her for being too gentle, decided to showcase her skills by slapping Ethan’s balls hard while intensifying her jerking. He was whimpering and trying not to squirm as the relentless assault on his cock and balls continued, causing small bits of cum to drip out against his will. Megan was literally slapping the cum out of his cock, and it was clear that he was uncomfortable and probably in pain, but he tried his best to obey.

Finally, I simply said “Good boy, cum for me now.” And he did, releasing so much cum. Megan was a good sport and continued to stroke him through his climax, even as some of his load landed in her hair. This experience was the reason Ethan had to thank my “towelboy”, the son of one of my maids who worked part-time cleaning up all areas with sexual fluids. But we’ll save that story for later.

A Good Boy

Ethan has been impressively well-behaved. Although the incident with my dear friend Henrietta was unfortunate, it taught us both valuable lessons about his self-control and limits. He’s dedicated to improving his ability to maintain control over his orgasms, and I’m grateful for that as I continue to indulge in his beautiful cock multiple times a day at my beck and call. Summer is truly blissful.