Corner time at Lady Cynthia's is no easy task. Below a large plaque hanging on the wall that reads Bad Sissie Corner, i'm kneeling with my nose pressed against the wall. Actually my nose is holding a coin in a small circle that Ma'am drew on a piece of paper that's now taped to the wall. Should I move even the slightest bit the coin will slide from the circle or worse yet, drop to the floor earning me another severe punishment. On the piece of paper CURTSEY is printed in large bold print inline with my eyesight for me to constantly see while in this pose. To keep me from holding the coin in the circle with anything but the tip of my nose, my hands and arms are bound behind me in the small of my back, forearms parallel with each other and each palm touching it's opposite elbow. The leather device holding them this was is what Lady Cynthia refers to as the Arm Muff. It covers my forearms from wrist to elbow and has three locking buckle straps to cinch my arms together quite snuggly. It also has straps attached to the ends that wrap around my elbows to keep me from sliding my arms out of the tube-like device. In addition to those straps there is one long strap that runs up over one shoulder then down through my armpit, around my back, up through my other armpit, then over it's shoulder and down to the arm muff. This keeps my arms pulled as high up on my back as Ma'am prefers. Even in it's loosest adjustments it holds my posture very erect. This pose and restraint are not at all unfamiliar to me as it is one of the many poses, the Attention Pose, Lady Cynthia has taught me in while in her service. In fact this very exercise of coin holding is quite familiar as I often experienced it in the days when Ma'am was still initially posture training me and teaching me my poses. However today is a bit harder as i'm now kneeling on a cookie sheet covered with uncooked rice and corn kernels. The pain in my knees is making it exceedingly difficult by the minute for me to continue holding the coin in the little circle. My greatest fear at present, aside from moving or dropping the coin, is damaging my fine white silk stockings with the rice and corn kernels. Thoughts of the punishment I endured for soiling a previous pair while scrubbing floors brings shivers to my body. Tears have been seeping from my eyes for at least half the time i've been here. Judging by the programming i've heard on the television, that's been about ninety minutes. Lady Cynthia has been across the room at her desk the whole time. I hear her stop typing at her keyboard and feel her beside me. She then runs her fingers through my hair and gently caresses my forehead and cheek. "You're doing so good sissie, just a little longer now" she says. She kneels down and slides her hand up under the hem of my maid uniform and petticoats and gently rubs the insides of my smooth hairless thighs. She runs her fingers along the garter straps holding up my snow- white stockings. Her other hand slides up under the rear hem of my uniform and petticoats and softly caresses my ass then traces the welts left by yesterday's session with her cane. Her hand in the front then begins to gently rub up and down the length of my sissie clittie, making it want to rip the piercing just below it's head free of the chain that's holding it down between my legs locked to another piercing between my scrotum and sissie-hole. The hand behind me makes it's way to my butt plug and begins gently pulling and pushing it in unison with the caresses to my clittie. She then begins nibbling and sucking on my neck and earlobe while whispering how much she loves seeing me like this. "You're doing so good sissie, you make me so proud. You must truly love your Mistress to endure all this don't you sissie?" I squeak out a timid "yes my Lady Cynthia, I really do. I love you with all my heart. I want to please you. I want you to make me the best I can be". As the pain in my knees becomes a sensation of pleasure mixed with the sensations from her hands, mouth and words my tears of physical pain turn to emotional tears of love and adoration for my Mistress. I truly do crave any bit of attention I receive from her. She's the only one that's been able to transform physical pain to emotional bliss. With every day, every hour, every minute I spend with her I fall further and further in love with her. There is no pain or humiliation I wouldn't suffer to please her. This all because i know she's falling further and further in love with me as our time together continues. Through all this i never budge from my pose and the coin remains in the circle The doorbell rings. Lady Cynthia regains her composure and smooths out the hem of my uniform and petticoats. Without telling me to move or stay in position she answers the door and allows her friend Jamie in. They do their cordial greetings then Jamie notices me and says "oh my, now what has the naughty sissie done to deserve this?" in a condescending tone. "Oooooh she's just having a little trouble remembering when to curtsey Jamie" now be nice" lady Cynthia says in very sympathetic, kind way in my defense. Her words and tone bring me great comfort. "Awww wittle, wittle sissie doesn't know when to curtsey so now she has to kneel there on all that rice and corn, boo hoo. Look at the naughty sissie's tears, wah, wah, wah.." Little does Jamie know the tears are not from the physical pain. "Jamie! I just asked you to be nice to her. She's doing quite well in her training and I doubt you could do better! Now if you can't be nice I"ll have to ask you to leave!" Lady Cynthia harshly responds as she steps up behind me as if coming to my defense. It felt wonderful having her stand up for me. Times like this make me desire serving her as much as when she's rewarding me with a milking. "OK, OK I'll be nice." Jamie replies. "Good. If so, I may allow you to witness her caning later and if you remain nice through that, we might, just might have a little surprise for you. Lady Cynthia says as she caresses my nipples. Even through the thick pvc material of my uniform her attentions to them make me cringe as they are still very tender from last night when I wore her special serving tray while kneeling aside her as she watched a few movies in the home theater. The serving tray is an evil contraption. It's strapped around my tightly corseted waist while most of the weight of it and it's contents are supported by two chains leading up from it's front edge to strong nipple clamps that bite savagely into my nipples. Lady Cynthia loves to use it to set her beverages, snacks, remote controls, cell phone etc.. Occasionally she'll place cigarettes and ashtray on it as well if she's in the mood to smoke. Heaven forbid i move just the slighest bit let alone spill anything. I've done this often enough to leave wear marks in the small rug asside her favorite recliner. " Surprise" ? " We" ? I think to myself. I wonder what "surprise" "we" may have for Jamie. This is news to me. I know I have the caning coming as part of the discipline for forgetting when to properly curtsey. But this little "surprise" has me a bit concerned. Lady Cynthia and Jamie finally relax and settle into conversation paying no attention to me for at least another hour when Lady Cynthia says "oh my, look at the time. I forgot all about sissie over there. Her poor knees must be killing her." She's quite accurate on that one! "I suppose it's time I move on to the caning she is due. Do you care to witness it Jamie?" "Absolutely!" Jamie responds. "Very well, could you hand me her leash, it's next to your chair?" Lady Cynthia approaches me and clips the leash to my collar and gives it one slight vertical tug up, which from my training means to rise to my feet. This is no easy task as my knees have a hard time straightening and I'm still wearing the four inch heels Mistress required me to wear today. Once I'm standing fully upright she gives the leash one slight horizontal tug signally me to follow her. We all three make our way to the basement where Lady Cynthia's caning bench is located. I'm hoping my arms will be released from the arm muff but am sorely disappointed to learn it's to stay on as Ma'am has already led me to the bench where my knees are making contact with it and she gives the leash one more tug signaling me to drape my body over it as best as I can with my arms secured behind me. She moves behind me to give me a push on my ass so that my body is now completely up on the bench. I rest my knees and calves on the shelves built on the sides of the bench just for this purpose. My ankles are then cuffed and fastened into place, there's no way for my feet to contact the floor making it impossible for me to move the bench. A broad strap is cinched over my back to keep me from rising up off the bench as well as making it impossible for me to move Ma'am's target. Once fully secured, Lady Cynthia raises my uniform exposing my bright white petticoat. She uses a clothespin to hold the hem of the uniform to my collar up out of the way. She then does the same to my petticoat exposing my pantyless ass. "Oh my! What on earth necessitated those wicked welts Cynthia?" Jamie asks as she notices the welts I earned the day before. "Oh sissie's just been having a little problem keeping her stocking seams straight" Ma'am replies. I don't think we'll be having much of a problem with that anymore will we sissie?" "No Lady Cynthia, sissie will keep her seams straight from now on" i meekly reply. To further secure me to the bench, Ma'am ties a length of thin string around my testicles then to an eyelet on the edge of the bench between my spread thighs. "Sissie would you like a gag for your caning" Ma'am asks. "Yes please Lady Cynthia. I don't want to earn more strokes by begging for mercy". "Very well then, I think the inflatable should suffice. Jamie could you please hand it to me, it's hanging up over there right next to you". Jamie hands her the gag and Ma'am begins inserting it in my waiting open mouth and cinches the strap around my head. This is a head harness style so she tightens the straps under my chin and over the top of my head. "Eight pumps usually does an adequate job of silencing sissie" Ma'am explains to Jamie. I then hear Ma'am count off the pumps under her breath until she gets to eight then gives one more full pump for good measure. "Well I didn't anticipate yesterday's caning to leave her quite so welted. She was to get another eight on her ass for her little curtsey lapses but I don't think that will be such a good idea. I think maybe I should apply these to the backs of her thighs instead" Lady Cynthia explains to Jamie. "Oh my! Canings are excruciating on the thighs!" Jamie responds. "Yes, but I'll reduce the eight to six ibecause of that." This gives me a little comfort but not much. Lady Cynthia is pure evil with the cane. There is no warm up with a paddle or crop and she swings the cane with extreme incredible force. Her strokes are meant as nothing but true punishment. There is to be absolutely no pleasure derived from them whatsoever other than knowing i'm to become a better slave for them. "I'll need to keep the strokes fairly high up on her thighs so her welts won't be noticeable when I dress her in her new cute little cargo short shorts this weekend when we go on our camping trip." Says Mistress. I hear her picking and choosing the perfect cane for the task from her vast selection, taking time to swing a few test strokes through the air creating high pitched swishing sounds that echo through the basement. My stomach immediately becomes queasy. Finally Lady Cynthia makes her selection and approaches the side of the bench. Extreme apprehension sets, my breathing quickens. Tears are already flowing, every muscle in my body is as tense as my binds allow. Mistress kneels down at the front of the bench to look me in the eyes. "You do know these are a necessity right sissie?" Lady Cynthia asks with a look of sympathy in her eyes and a slight hint of guilt in her voice. Your discipline log shows you've forgotten to curtsey appropriately seven times in the past two weeks. You've done corner-time for it twice and suffered a paddling for it just 4 days ago" I look deep in here eyes and she sees my adoration and desire for her and I give a slight timid nod. "Very well then, let's get this over with" she says as she stands up while giving my aching shoulders a quick massage. I feel the cane make contact with my upper thigh about an inch or two below the crease between my buttocks and thigh. She taps it a few times as she adjusts her stance and positioning, the cane breaks contact with my flesh then there seems to be a lapse of ten minutes that was in actuality no more than a millisecond. SWACK! A flash of white fills my vision as I clamp my eyes closed tightly. A groan then squeal emits from me despite the gag. The leather bindings holding me to the bench creak loudly. The heavy breathing through my nostrils is the only other sound in the basement besides Lady Cynthia's footsteps as she walks around to the other side of the bench to line up for the next stroke. Lady Cynthia's method of caninings is to apply srtikes to each thigh or butt cheek at a time. Again I feel her tapping the cane against my flesh as she goes through her process of setting her distance and stance. SWACK again. And again my vision goes white and I groan uncontrollably. As she makes her way back around to the other side of the bench she notices the puddle of tears on the floor and places a towel on it. She applies two more in the same manner with the pain escalating excruciatingly. The next two and final strokes are placed right in the very center of the crease between my thighs and buttocks. I don't even realize that i've been left all alone in the basement until my breathing calms down to the point I can hear footsteps on the floor above me. Probably about a half hour later Lady Cynthia and Jamie make their way back down to the basement. All I could think about while I was alone was that I was determined to avoid these sessions with the cane. Lady Cynthia must have been able to read my mind as she says "sissie, I know you hate the cane dearly but you know it's only for your best interests. But you have to have noticed your sessions with them have becoming less and less frequent. Sooner or later they will end to a great degree but they can never completely go away. Now. Be fair warned... if I need to cane you again before all your welts have healed I will be forced to place you face up on this very bench and cane the insides of your thighs!" The thought of this is horrifying to me as i know she will indeed make good on her word. "Jamie I must commend you on your behavior through sissie's ordeal. For this I would like to present you with a gift... the surprise I mentioned earlier." Lady Cynthia says. Ahh yes, the "surprise" I think to myself. I almost forgot about this mystery "surprise". I hear them both walk to the far end of the basement away from me and whisper to each other. They then come back and Lady Cynthia begins removing the gag from me, Jamie is still out of my field of vision. Once my gag is removed, Mistress releases the latches and folds down the section of bench that my head rests on. My head sags down then I hold it up for a minute or two then let it sag again. "Sissie, how do you feel about trying out your cock sucking skills on the real thing after all the training i've been so kind to put you through?" Mistress asks. I'm stunned and puzzled about this as there were no "real cocks" in the house but i reply "yes Lady Cynthia, if it is to please, i would love it" anyway. Since my servitude to Lady Cynthia began I've endured long hours of cock sucking training. Much of it has been done in the Bad Sissie Corner with me sucking a dildo suction cupped to the wall in front of me, my clittie piercing locked to a ring in the floor. Sometimes my collar would be linked to an eyebolt on the wall by a very short chain and spring to prevent my mouth from coming off the dildo. Other versions of the training included this very bench with Lady Cynthia's strap-on. Jamie enters my field of vision and I see she's completely naked. But then i notice Jamie isn't a she... she's a he! This was a real shock to me! I've known Jamie for several months but always associated with her as a she! Lady Cynthia then guides him towards the head of the bench to where the tip of his cock is just inches from my face. I knew better than to resist as she brings his cock up to my mouth with her hand as she gently strokes the back of my neck and runs her fingers through my hair. "That's it sissie" take his cock like you do my strap-on, make me proud" Lady Cynthia says encouragingly. First I gently kiss the tip as i've been trained to always begin a cock sucking session then take about half his length. Slowly i bob my head taking a little more length each time until i'm taking the entire shaft on each stroke. I continue this as Lady Cynthia moves away. I hear her over by the cabinets that contain all her toys and tools but I continue my work on Jamie's shaft. Mistress returns to us but she's at the rear of the bench. I then feel her gently pulling at the plug that's been in me since my morning shower. After pulling it in and out several times she finally completely removes it. I then feel cool lube being applied to my sissie hole and something taking the plug's place. It's a little larger than my plug but not too uncomfortable. Actually as much as I've been continually trained to wear a plug it feels better than an empty sissie hole. I also feel something cool and light set on my left shoulder. Mistress returns to her cabinet for a second then returns to the head of the bench next to Jamie. I now see what was previously set on my shoulder as she hands it to Jamie, it's the remote control to Lady Cynthia's electro-shocker butt plug! "Now you two enjoy yourselve's. I'll be upstairs at my desk. And Jamie, I suggest for you to be nice if you wish to return here for more fun" Ma'am says as i hear her making her way up the stairs.