With pain and punishment, there is another angle to the story as well, which is a pleasure. So sit back and enjoy it and recommend reading the first 2...parts to get the full context. After that day, days passed on with the same type of routine. Until one day, Mistress came in the morning and took me to a room. She removed my cock cage and asked me to lay down on a bench on my stomach. She told me that she is going to wax and shave my whole body.I didn’t know the reason but thought. I laid back down and resumed the original position with my wife’s foot in my face.I wasn’t sure at this point if she wanted sex or was quite happily getting off on me sniffing her foot beliving that I was kind of asleep. So I left it for a while whilst stroking my cock. I could feel the bed rocking slightly where she was masturbating. It was slowly getting stronger and stronger until it stopped. At this point I moved my eyes to see her bum twitching to orgasm. She laid there for a few minutes. The testing tug Patrick gave it sent shock waves radiating through her ass and into her vacant cunt. “Oh God,” whimpered Marissa. She felt as if she'd ceased to be anything but a toy. A bad, disobedient toy that needed to be disciplined. Remembering that she would not be allowed to come, she whined again, then cried out as a hard, solid slap landed on her ass. Another followed in quick succession, and she cursed weakly. Patrick grunted. “That was intensely satisfying. You've been such a very. But, I didn’t. I was staring at the alarm clock which kept reminding me that it was only 2:55, 2:56, 2:57 … at 3:05 I said screw it and got up.It was pitch black in the bedroom. Must have been a new moon because there was no light coming in the windows. I didn’t want to wake Tim if he was able to sleep so my intention was to make my way out of the bedroom and down to the kitchen to get coffee and a light breakfast ready. Yes, it was early for that but I needed to do something.In the dark and.