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Cracking the Whip	By : cleverkinkster Category: +M to R > Neon Genesis Evangelion Views: 40294 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 4: The Rules
            Sleep did not come as easily to Shinji Ikari as it did to his new Mistress. With his mindblowing climax past, he found himself more aware of his situation. Lying on the floor, his torso crusted with drying cum, a dildo that had a mere twenty minutes ago been buried in his ass still wedged in his mouth, and the constant burning ache of his violated asshole. It no longer felt as sexy as it had when he was horny. He felt too drained of energy to clean himself off or even climb into his bed, but his brain was too busy and his body too sore for him to relax. He stared at the ceiling and tried to wrap his mind around the events of the past few hours. Misato had raped him, humiliated him, hurt him. He had felt so betrayed by it all at first, but after seeing and hearing the tremendous pleasure it brought Misato… Mistress… it was hard to summon any outrage. She had been right, he loved to make her happy, even if it meant feeling pain to accomplish that.
            He pulled the dildo from his mouth and held it up in front of him. Was this thing really inside me, he wondered. It looks gigantic! Misato had ordered him to “cuddle” with it, and he wasn’t about to disobey her now, even if it seemed absurd. Eventually the ache in his behind began to fade and he settled into a dreamless sleep, the ‘Violator’ held against his bare cum-stained chest.
            “Wakey wakey, boy,” came a voice, pulling him from his slumber. “It’s a beautiful day, and we have much to do.”
            Strangely, Shinji’s first thought had nothing to do with last night’s activities or what was in store for him that day. No, all he could think was ‘I have never seen Misato this happy in the morning.’ “Misa-“ he began, then remembered himself, “Mistress.” He scooted up into a sitting position, his half-awake mind not even noticing the dildo rolling off him onto the floor. He was incredibly sore, not just in ass, but all over. I really should’ve gotten into bed, he thought. He became suddenly aware of his nudity and Misato’s very clothed state. Blushing, he moved his hands to cover himself, much as he had when he first discovered Pen Pen. Speaking of, he thought, what happened to him? Did Misato leave him with someone?
            Above Shinji, Misato smiled, visibly pleased that he had not decided to go back on their agreement. “Good morning, pet. I see you’ve already found your rightful place on the floor, but I’m afraid you’re not in the right position. Did I not show you how to properly kneel last night?” Misato asked with a steel edge to her voice.
            “I- yes, Mistress,” said Shinji as he scrambled to do as she wished. Back straight, he thought, knees apart, hands behind my head. It was no easy feat exposing his privates again, but he feared her wrath far more than the embarrassment of being naked.
            “Now let’s get one thing clear,” said Misato. She casually gave a light kick to the boy’s hanging balls. Just hard enough to make him gasp and get the message. “These belong to me.” She ran her foot along his cock, and Shinji noticed with dismay that even that small touch caused it to stiffen a little. “This belongs to me. Don’t ever hide what I own from me, understand?”
            Shinji was still trying to wrap his mind around this whole “ownership” thing, but knew better than to disagree. “Yes, Mistress,” he said quietly. He chanced a look up at her face and saw that she was sporting a beautiful bright smile. Just the sight caused his heart to flutter a little. Unwittingly, a small smile spread across his own face.
            “I’m glad to see you haven’t forgotten your place, but we’ll see how long that lasts today. Today, Shinji, your training begins. It’s time to learn the rules.” Shinji gulped. That didn’t sound promising. “But first,” said Misato, “it’s breakfast time. And I’m starving.”
            Shinji knew that she meant for him to prepare the meal. That was no problem, cooking was something he always enjoyed, especially cooking for Misato. “Yes, Mistress, what would you like?” There was a newfound enthusiasm in his voice.
            “Something filling. Surprise me. I’m going to take a shower, I smell like a brothel. Can’t believe I came so hard last night. Best orgasm I’ve had in years.” She winked at him, and he blushed an even darker shade of red. “Call me when it’s ready, okay?”
            Misato’s comments reminded Shinji of his own state. “M-mistress,” he said meekly, “may I wash up first?” He looked down at his chest, drawing her attention to the crusted cum that still lingered there.
            Misato grinned evilly. “Aww, did my little Shinji make a mess all over himself? Tell ya what, you give me a repeat performance right here and now, and I’ll let you use the shower first. Okay?”
            “B-but,” the boy spluttered. “I… that’s…” He trailed off, not sure how to put his feelings into words. It was already enough of a struggle just keeping his hands from protecting his modesty. Jacking off in front of her was unfathomable.
            “That’s a no, then?”
            His eyes dropped back to the floor. “Mistress, I can’t…”
            Misato shrugged. “Then you’ll stay dirty for the time being. Not my concern.” She turned around and made her way towards the bathroom. Shinji waited until he heard the shower switch on before he went into the kitchen. Misato had given him no explicit instructions on how he should move around the apartment, so he decided to play it safe and remain on his hands and knees until he needed to stand at the counter.
            He was just finishing up setting the table when he heard Misato call out for him from the bathroom. Nervously, he dropped down and crawled towards it, stopping just outside the closed door. “Yes, Mistress?” he asked timidly.
            “What the hell are you doing out there? Get in here.” Shinji slid open the door and was greeted by a billowing cloud of steam. He looked forward and was instantly overcome with the vision of Misato standing before him.
            Completely nude and dripping wet.
            The young pilot could only gape in awe at her glorious body. It was far more magnificent than he had ever imagined in his fantasies. Her powerful, well-toned legs slid wonderfully into her wide hips and then into her trim waist in a graceful curve. Her large breasts, perfectly shaped and firm, stood out proudly from her chest. Her pubic mound was mostly bare, with just a neat little strip of violet hair running upwards from her barely visible nether lips. He was left completely speechless.
            “Like what you see?” said Misato teasingly. She did a little pirouette, giving Shinji a glimpse of her amazing behind. “I figured that since you’ve been so agreeable this morning, you deserve a little reward. Go grab that towel and dry me off.”
            “I, uh, y-yes Mistress,” the boy replied, hurrying to do as she asked. He slid the terrycloth across her perfect skin as reverently as possible, not because he thought it was expected of him, but because he could think of no other way a woman like this should be treated. He could do nothing but worship her, wanted to do nothing but worship her. Forever. For the first time, as he carefully toweled her dry, Shinji truly felt like he understood this whole ‘slavery’ thing.
            He started at her feet and ankles before slowly working his way up her body. He would have taken much longer, but the air was cooling and it would be bad to let Misato become chilly due to him. He desperately longed to throw away the cloth that separated his hands from her body, to truly feel her perfection, but knew better and contented himself with the knowledge that even this was a far greater privilege than he probably deserved.
            All too soon, he was reaching up to dry her hair. Misato had remained passive throughout his attentions, simply standing still and allowing him to do his task. Her eyes were closed and her face still and expressionless, but the boy still got the feeling that she was very much enjoying his work.
            “That’s good, Shinji,” she said at last. “I’d let you go on longer, as you seemed to be enjoying yourself, but I’m starving.” Shinji blushed at being caught taking longer than he’d really needed to. Misato left the bathroom, still as naked as the pet that followed dutifully in her wake. In the kitchen, she eyed the place settings deviously. She looked down at the boy at her feet. “Two place settings, pet? Did you expect to be eating at the table with me, like an equal?”
            “I, uh, I’m sorry Mistress. I didn’t think-“
            “Of course you didn’t think!” Misato snapped. “That’s what your training will be about, getting you to think like the submissive you truly are. It’s only natural that you’ll make mistakes, but that doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t be punished for them, hmm?”
            Shinji looked down to the floor, feeling guilty for offending his Mistress so soon after she had rewarded him. “You’re right, Mistress, I’m so sorry.” He looked up at her again with pleading eyes. “Please punish me, Mistress. Do what you want to me.”
            Misato scowled down at him. “Oh I will, pet. Don’t you doubt that. Go take all the food on your plate and put it in a bowl, then bring it here.” Shinji did as instructed, spooning the rice and omelet into a large salad bowl and presenting it to his Mistress, who took it from his hands. “Perhaps it was a mistake to allow you to eat the same food as me, hmm? Maybe it gave you the wrong idea about where your place is?” With an evil grin, the violet-haired domme put one foot up on a chair and held the bowl between her legs. The boy could only watch in shocked dismay as she began to piss onto his breakfast.
            “Perhaps now you’ll have a better idea of how things are now,” said Misato as placed the bowl on the floor in front of a wide-eyed Shinji. It was filled halfway to the brim now with his Mistress’s golden nectar. He looked up at her, silently begging her not to make him do this, only to find no mercy in her eyes.
            Misato merely ignored his wordless pleas, and instead sat herself at the table and began enjoying the meal Shinji had so lovingly prepared for her. At her feet, her pet had finally worked up the courage to put his mouth down into the unappetizing mixture that lay before him. It was more of a soup now, grains of rice and soggy egg in a broth of urine. He brought a small amount into his mouth and almost retched at the taste. It was salty and acrid, totally disgusting. He forced it down and went for another mouthful, fearing Misato’s reaction if he didn’t finish. As he gulped down the revolting concoction he became aware of the fact that his cock, which had been hard ever since he first laid eyes on Misato’s bare body, was now throbbing painfully. He glanced down and saw that it was almost angry-looking, with bulging veins and a reddish tone. A small puddle of precum had formed on the tile floor beneath him, evidence of his body’s betrayal. Last night, Misato’s list said I was a masochist, he thought. Maybe she was right? What other kind of person would get aroused from being forced to drink another person’s piss but someone who enjoys being degraded and abused?
            Shinji found that focusing on his arousal, as embarrassing as it was, made his task easier to perform. He found that he didn’t mind it nearly as much if he looked at it as a sexual act. It was dirty and depraved, but Shinji had realized last night, as he lay there on his floor covered in his own cum with a dildo in his mouth, that he was a pretty dirty and depraved person.
            Unsurprisingly, Misato finished well before he did. She had wolfed down her food with the same gusto she always did, something that made Shinji a little happier. It was nice to know that not everything had changed about the woman. She waited somewhat impatiently for him to finish, tapping her fingers on the tabletop and humming, for some unknown reason, the “Ode to Joy.” Finally, he found himself sucking up the last remaining grains of piss-soaked rice and then looking up into the expectant face of his Mistress, who rewarded him with a beaming smile. That alone took considerable weight off Shinji’s conscience. Despite everything, he had been ashamed to displease Misato so much, and it was good to know that he had been forgiven at last.
            “Enjoy your meal, pet? No? I didn’t expect that you would. But at least now you understand a little about the price of making foolish assumptions about our new relationship. I’m going to go get dressed, then we’ll go over the rules. For now, go stand in the corner, hands behind your head.” Shinji did as he was told, more than a little disappointed that Misato didn’t intend to remain nude. As he moved into position, his rigid cock bumped against the wall, eliciting a gasp and sending him over the edge of desperation. He pressed himself closer into the corner and started to slide his erection up and down. He knew that he must have looked ridiculous, but he was just too horny to care. To his dismay, he couldn’t get the contact he needed to reach climax, and was stuck just short of cumming. That was how Misato found him when she emerged from her room, now fully clothed in a black t-shirt and jeans. The sight of him shamelessly grinding forced her to stifle a laugh before she was able to school her face into an angry look.
            “What the hell is this?” she yelled, marching over to him. She grabbed the boy by his shoulder and spun him around hard enough to make his throbbing adolescent member bounce back and forth obscenely. Shinji’s eyes met hers and he gulped as he became aware of how badly he had fucked up.
            “Mistress I’m sorry! I didn’t, I was just too-“
            “No excuses,” the domme barked, reaching down to wrap a firm hand around his balls. She half-dragged the boy into the living room and had him stand in front of the sofa, where she took a seat. She looked him directly in his eyes and there was a moment of stillness where Shinji could only wonder what she was going to do to him, then her hand around his balls began to squeeze.
            Shinji had certainly felt worse pain before. The fourth Angel’s tentacles burning into his Eva’s chest came to mind. But there is something unique about pain to the testicles that had nothing to do with magnitude. It is its own kind of agony that reduces any man to a whimpering puddle of tears. Fortunately Misato did not squeeze that hard or that long, she just waited until his cock went completely limp and the boy was almost unable to keep his hands behind his head any longer.
            Misato slacked off but maintained a steady grip. She held up something in her other hand that Shinji couldn’t recognize. “I was planning to do this a more pleasurable way, but this will suffice, I suppose. You’ve just given me a great opportunity to introduce you to rule one: never, ever, cum without my permission. Now I know that I could never be around to make sure you obey this rule all the time, so I have another little friend here to help. This, Shinji, is a chastity cage.” Shinji looked at the small device in confusion. He still couldn’t figure out what it did, but its name and somewhat penis-like shape was making him nervous.
            “This piece goes here.” Misato fit a snug ring behind his ballsack and up over the base of his cock. “And then this goes here.” Then she worked the penis-shaped part over his flaccid member. “And then the padlock goes… click.” His Mistress then used a lock to secure the two pieces together. “And voila. No more naughty Shinji.” Misato looked up at his face and gave him a very mischievous grin.
            The nature of the device became apparent very quickly to Shinji. He realized that with the two pieces locked together, there would be no way for him to achieve an erection. It was simply too confining. “M-Mistress…” he said uncertainly.
            “I told you, Shinji, your cock belongs to me. And I don’t want you playing with it when I’m not around. Now, unless you want even more punishment than you’ve already earned, I suggest you shut up and go kneel on the coffee table.”
            Swallowing his protest, the boy did as he was told. The cage felt strange as he moved, but wasn’t as heavy as he’d expected. It’s probably some lightweight alloy, he thought to himself. By then his cock had returned to life and was now trying in vain to push its way out of its prison, causing Shinji considerable pain. As he climbed up onto the table and adopted the now familiar position, he could only wonder what other “rules” he was going to have to contend with.
            Misato didn’t speak right away, but rather sat there and ran her eyes up and down his naked body. Shinji wished he could do the same with her, but the woman had put on far less revealing clothing than she had worn last night. Eventually, she began.
            “Rule number two: Obey first time, every time, or you will be punished as severely as I wish. Rule number three: You will only stand when necessary, otherwise you will crawl. The furniture is off-limits unless you have my permission. This includes your bed. I hope you liked sleeping on the floor,” she added with a mocking wink. “Rule four: you will perform all of the chores around the apartment. Any work you do may be inspected. If I don’t think you did a perfect job, you will be punished. Rule five: no clothes in the apartment unless I allow it or we have guests. If you need an apron, I bought a cute little pink one I’m sure you’ll look adorable in.” Shinji blushed. “Rule six: you will eat at my feet. I will decide what food you receive, and what condition it will be in. Rule seven: Always be respectful in your speech. Never talk back to me. Finally, rule eight.” Her voice softened a little. “You will always communicate with me any major problem you are having. I don’t want a miserable slave, and I don’t want a miserable Shinji, either. If something is freaking you out you tell me about it and I will decide how to work things out. There will be finer rules for you to learn, but these are the ones you need to know first. Do you understand all that I’ve told you?”
            Shinji gave Misato a very serious look. “I do, Mistress,” he said with only a slight tremor in his voice. “I was feeling a little overwhelmed by all this, but that last rule…”
            Misato smiled kindly. “Never forget that I care about you. I may treat you like an animal or an object, but I will always regard you as a person. I am only doing this because I believe this is how we can both be happiest.”
            “Both of us?” Shinji asked, puzzled. “Does that mean you… you like this too? That I’m not some freak?”
            Misato burst out in laughter. “Did you not hear me last night? Of course I like this! I used to do stuff like this all the time. And no, you’re not a freak at all, you silly boy. You’re perfectly normal, you just have some unique needs that weren’t being taken care of.”
            The Third Child took a moment to digest all of this. He felt like his whole world had been flipped upside down in a single day. “You mentioned punishment, Mistress? Will it hurt a lot?”
            Misato nodded and stood up. She started to slowly circle around the table Shinji knelt upon. “Pain is an important part of our relationship now, pet. Sometimes it will be the kind you enjoy and can find pleasure in, other times you will only want nothing more than to make it stop. Either way, it is an essential tool to keeping you in the mindset you need to be in to make this work.” She stood in front of him and tenderly held his face with one hand. “When I hurt you, you need to know that it will always be an act of love on my part. Do you think you can understand that?”
            Shinji nodded. “I think I can, Mistress. I’m just… scared.”
            The older domme nodded. “As well you should be, pet.” She looked away, briefly, clearly lost in thought, and then directed her attention towards him again. “Your little antics in the corner earlier earned you a decent punishment, I’d say. Ignorance of the rules is no excuse for disobedience. Shall we get that out of the way now?”
            Shinji swallowed heavily and nodded. “Go easy on me, okay?” he added, trying to lighten the mood a little.
            “Hmm, well I think your first real punishment should leave a lasting impression, so…” she looked him in the eyes, “no.”
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