This is your story from the
beginning.
Your ship has just arrived in the
You visit many bars and near the end of the night you are quite
drunk and up to now have had no luck in chatting up any girls who have been
interested in taking you home. Sadly you
think that it will be another hand job when you get back to the ship. Then you notice an attractive woman at the
bar. She catches your eye and smiles. Your
cock starts to stir at the thought that perhaps you are going to get lucky
after all. Casually strolling up to the bar
you ask the barman for another beer and whatever the lady is drinking. Disappointingly she is drinking orange
juice. Hmm you think probably not much
chance of getting her into bed easily then.
It looks as if you will have to turn on the charm for her and hope she
fancies you enough. Paying for the
drinks you hand the girl hers which smiling shyly at you she accepts.
Then you realise you desperately need to piss, so apologising
to her and telling her you will be back shortly you go to the bathroom. When you return your drink is still on the
bar and the girl is waiting for you. After
half an hour of small talk, in which she asks you lots of questions about
yourself and your job in the Navy she suddenly asks if you would like to go
back to hers for a coffee. You cannot
believe your luck, you know damn well that coffee really means sex, and
hopefully lots of it! You finish your
drinks and with a quick word to your friends to let them know that you aren’t
returning to the ship you take her hand and leave the pub.
When you arrive at her house she surprises you
by taking you straight to the bedroom, where she slowly starts to undress you. Your head is starting to feel a bit fuzzy and
you desperately wish you hadn’t had so much to drink. You have a feeling that this is going to
prove to be one of the best fucks you’ve had in a long time and if you pass out
or can’t perform because you are too pissed you will kick yourself.
The girl, whose name you suddenly
realise you never bothered asking for is taking her time undressing you, and although
you wish she would hurry up you suddenly feel really tired and your legs feel
as if they are about to collapse. Sitting
heavily down on the edge of the bed the room starts spinning. Something deep in your brain is telling you
that you didn’t drink that much and you shouldn’t be feeling the way you do. Too late you realise that she spiked your
drink with some kind of drug, but by the time the realization has set in you
cannot move any part of your body because the drug has taken its effect on
you. As she pushes you backwards so that
you fall face up onto the bed you try and speak but your mouth isn’t working. You have no choice but to lie there while she
continues to undress you.
You are terrified at what she is
planning to do to you. Maybe she is
going to steal your money and then her boyfriend will beat you up and throw you
out on the streets. Little do you know
that what has been planned for you is much worse………
You are still conscious but
completely unable to defend yourself or stop her as she sits you up to bind your
wrists together behind your back with masking tape before letting you fall back
down onto the bed. Next she binds your
ankles tightly together, followed by your knees and thighs. Then she rolls you onto your side and pulls
your knees up to your chest and with some difficulty winds masking tape round
and round your legs and body so that your body is trapped in a foetal position. When she has finished she sits back on her
heels next to you to admire her handiwork.
She smiles at you as she looks at the desperation and pleading in your
eyes.
Then she reaches down to take your cock,
which is hanging limply between your legs, in her hands. Slowly but firmly she strokes your cock into
semi-hardness. As it gets harder it
becomes painful because it is forced downwards, unable to spring upright between
your tightly bound legs. Tears roll down
your cheeks at the humiliation that you can still be so easily aroused, despite
your terror at being so completely helpless, bound and naked before this
beautiful girl. Eventually and despite your
desperate attempts to try and think of other things to stop your arousal she
manages to make you cum.
Your shame is complete when forcing your
mouth open she deposits the cum she has collected in her
hand into it. Tears spilling from your
eyes as you cannot stop it your cum slowly slides down your throat.
She leaves you lying there for a
couple of hours while she leaves the room during which time the feeling slowly
comes back into your muscles. You
realise that this may be the only opportunity you have to escape and although
your limbs feel leaden you try and wriggle yourself off the bed. If you can find a sharp object in the room
you might be able to cut the tape binding your wrists and then be able to free
yourself. Wriggling to the end of the
bed you are unable to stop yourself as you fall headfirst onto the floor. Involuntarily you yelp with pain.
Unfortunately the noise brings the
girl rushing back into the room. ‘Oh good your body has recovered. Now I can finish with you. Do you need to piss?’
You can’t believe that this girl is
asking you if you need the bathroom. Is
she mad? ‘Please just let me go. I’ll
give you money, anything but please let me go.
If I don’t return to the ship by morning they will come looking for me’.
This amuses her. ‘I don’t think so
You don’t understand why she believes the Navy wouldn’t bother
to search for you. You know that if you
are in a foreign country and you don’t report back to the ship by 0800 that the
military police will be sent out to look for you. This makes you feel a bit
more confident and it occurs to you that if you say you need the toilet she
will have to release your legs so that you can walk to the bathroom. This will be the ideal opportunity to
overpower her so you tell her that yes you do need to go to the bathroom.
Waiting expectantly for her to cut the tape binding your
legs to your chest you are stunned when she walks over to the dressing table
and picks up a bottle. Reaching down she
takes your cock and places the head inside the neck of the bottle. Having no choice as she just stands there
waiting you eventually manage to force yourself to piss into the bottle.
‘Okay down to business.
Now that I know you are not going to choke to death by swallowing a paralysed tongue I can get you all packed up and ready to
go’.
Your pleas to release you fall on deaf ears as you lie
helplessly on the floor watching her drag a small crate into the room and over
to you tipping it on its side so that the opening is just inches from your
body. Terrified at what she is planning
but relieved that it appears she doesn’t intend to kill you, you are glad that
you pissed into the bottle. If you hadn’t
you would have wet yourself with fear and the humiliation of doing that in
front of this beautiful but evil woman would have been more than you could
bear.
Once the crate is in place she collects a couple of items from
a drawer. You soon find out that it is a
medium sized ball gag and what appears to be a leather hood. Refusing to open your mouth for her to put
the gag in, she has to force you to open your mouth by pinching your nostrils
shut. Laughing she tells you that guys
are so predictable; they always think they can stop the inevitable but as usual
they always lose. Alarm bells ring in
your head as it sinks in that this is obviously not the first time she has done
this. Popping the ball into your mouth
she quickly buckles the leather straps tightly at the back of your head. The ball forces your tongue down meaning
there is no possibility that you will swallow it and die by accident during the
long hours you will be confined to the crate.
Next the hood is forced down over your head and laced up tightly. The only openings are for your nostrils and
mouth. You will be able to breathe
freely although you are now blind dumb and your hearing muffled.
Grunting with the effort she finally manages to drag your body
into the crate and then tilt the crate back into its correct position with the
opening at the top, tipping you over onto your back in the process. Knowing that if you are forced to lie with
your body weight on your arms for a long period of time will cut off the
circulation and possibly cause you permanent damage she leans into the crate
and after much struggling manages to turn you back onto your side. Although you are now laying on one arm your
whole body weight is not on top of it so although it will become numb after a
while there should be no permanent damage.
A prick on your arm and the sensation of cold liquid being
pumped into your vein is the last thing you feel and the sound of the lid of
the crate being hammered into place is the last thing you hear before you fall
into unconsciousness.
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When you wake up you have a really bad headache and your
throat is really dry. You can not work
out where you are or remember what happened the previous night. As well as making you unconscious the drug
has affected your memory. You start shivering
because you are freezing cold and you realise that you are lying on a cold
stone floor. You sit up and try to look
around you but it is pitch black so you can not see, but you can hear voices
moaning and some crying. You are completely
at a loss to know where you are or what has happened. You stand up slowly, because your head feels
as if it will explode with pain, and take a few steps forward, when suddenly
you can walk no further because something tightens round your throat. You put your hands to your neck and find that
you have a chain around it. You realise
with a shock that you are chained by your neck to a wall. You think ‘What the hell is happening?’ and
you shout out to the other people that you can hear in the room with you, but
you get no reply.
Scared you sit back down on the floor because you realise
that until it is light you will not be able find out where you are. After a while you fall into an exhausted
sleep and when you wake again it is morning and you can see from looking around
that there are 10 other men with you in the room, also chained to the walls. But all the other men are black, and you are
the only white man there. You ask a man
sat near to you, where are you? And why you all are chained by your necks to
the wall? Is this a prison? You can’t remember committing any crime or
even being arrested. The man just stares
at you and says nothing. You realise
that he is scared, and also that he can not understand you because you spoke to
him in Dutch, but for the moment because your head is hurting so much and you
are scared you can not remember any English.
After a couple of hours the door to the cellar that you are
being kept in is opened, and a female guard who appears to be Arabic comes in
with some dry bread and a bucket of water.
She throws the bread on the floor and all the other prisoners rush
forward to grab the bread, but for some it is too far
away, and the chains round their necks will not let them reach it. You are not quick enough to reach out so you
also have nothing to eat. The guard then
comes round to each prisoner who immediately tips his head back and opens his
mouth for the guard to pour in some water.
When it is your turn you try to speak to her but she punches you in the
face before pulling your head back to pour water over you. Then she leaves the room. After an hour she returns with the same
bucket and tells each prisoner to piss in it, which they do. This makes you feel really sick because it is
the same bucket from which the prisoners drank water earlier. When it is your turn you hesitate but the
guard tells you in broken English that if you piss on the floor you will be
made to lick it up, so reluctantly you piss in the bucket, knowing that at some
point later on you will be forced to drink water from it again.
This routine continues for a week and you are desperate
because you can see no way out, and you have no idea what will happen to
you. You are cold, hungry and
scared. Your stomach hurts and feels
bloated because in a whole week you have not been allowed to shit. You saw what happened to one guy who did. And there is no way on this earth you are
going to eat your own shit
Your memory is slowly coming back and you remember now going
home with a girl and being drugged. You realise
that you are not in prison because police officers don’t kidnap you to take you
to prison they just arrest you. It
occurs to you that the girl is probably a terrorist and targeted you because
you are a sailor. You know the normal
procedure is that these people will hold you hostage while they negotiate with
your country for your release in return for freedom of their own people held in
foreign prisons. You are well aware that
this sort of thing happens all the time in the
You feel really dirty and are aware that your body stinks
because you have not been allowed to wash. You are fully aware that the reasons you have
been deprived of your basic human rights is to break your will. Part of your training when you joined the
Navy was an escape and evasion exercise, where you had to pretend to be on the
run from the enemy, living rough in the woods living off rabbits and other
wildlife until you were eventually caught.
Then followed the standard interrogation techniques to see how you would
cope if you were ever captured during a war.
You handled it pretty well although it was tough going and you assumed
that if you were ever caught you would be able to handle yourself ok. But being ‘interrogated’ by your own
colleagues, knowing that you would never be seriously harmed in anyway, you now
realise, is so far removed from real life.
Okay so you haven’t been physically harmed yet but the people holding
you can do anything they like to you and you are powerless to stop it. That in itself is terrifying. How could you have been so stupid as to get kidnapped?
One day the door opens and you are released from the chain
securing you to the wall. When you are
not handcuffed but led by the hand out of the cell your heart leaps with
happiness. Thank God, it seems you are
going home. First of all you are taken
to a bathroom and told to have a shower and to shave off the beard that has
grown. Your clothes are taken away and
you assume you will be given clean clothes to wear. When you have finished bathing a young Arab
girl enters the bathroom with a guard standing behind her watching you incase
you try to overpower the girl, although you are too weak to be able to do that., and why would you want to anyway when you are finally
going home. The girl begins to cover your naked body in oil and you wonder what
is going on. Then you realise it is
because your captors want it to appear that they have looked after you during
your captivity. After all it would not
be good publicity for them if you were released under the gaze of the TV cameras
looking like a bag of shit.
When she has finished oiling your body, carefully avoiding
your cock though you notice, you are given a pair of underpants to put on. When you ask for the rest of your clothes the
guard laughs and orders you to walk in front of her. As she is holding a whip and a baton you do
as she says. Your brain is telling you
that something is not quite right. There
is no way they would release you without being fully clothed and the guard being
‘armed’. Nervously you walk down the
corridor no longer confident that you are going home.
You are taken outside the building where you immediately
notice 5 other men waiting in a line, naked as you are except for their
underpants. As soon as you see them your
heart sinks – you are not going home.
Your wrists and ankles are swiftly manacled and then you are roped to
the other prisoners by your neck, and forced to walk barefoot along the stony road
through the town until you reach the local market place. By the time you reach your destination your
feet are cut and bleeding making it extremely painful to stand still on them as
you are ordered to do.
Looking cautiously around you see lots of Arab women
standing around a stage which has an upright wooden pole bolted to the floor. With sudden clarity you realise that this is
a slave market, and you are being sold into slavery. The stories you had heard before about slave
markets are actually true! You have been
kidnapped and brought to the Middle East to be sold to the woman who pays the
most money for you. You feel sick and
terrified. This has got to be a
nightmare. You will wake up in a minute
and realise it is just a bad dream. As
the terrified man standing in front of you pisses himself in fear you realise
this isn’t a nightmare, its really happening and there is fuck all you can do
about it. Looking round wildly for an
escape route all you can see is a hungry mob of women eager to get their hands
on a piece of fresh meat – you or one of the other unfortunate souls brought
here to be sold.
You fall to your knees dragging the other men down with you
to beg the guard for your freedom. You
want to explain to her that this is a big mistake and don’t they realise what
will happen when the Dutch government finds out one of their sailors has been
kidnapped? It could start an
international war. She doesn’t give you
much chance to explain any of the consequences of what they are doing to you. A swift kick to your balls stops you in mid
sentence. You clutch your balls sobbing
with agony. All you want to do is curl
up into a ball to try and make the pain stop but you are pulled roughly to your
feet as the two men either side of you drag you up. Although they feel sorry
for you they have no wish to feel the bite of a whip across their backs for
kneeling without permission. So forced
to stand all you can do is try and blot out the pain from your mind.
By the time it is your turn to be paraded like a piece of
meat at a cattle market your balls are no longer in agony, all that is left is
a dull ache. As you are led on to the
stage there is much excitement amongst the gathered buyers, because it is very
rare for a white man to come up for sale as a slave. Your arms are roughly pulled high above your
head and chained to the pole, and you legs are pulled wide apart and chained to
D rings set in the floor. Some of the
women come close to inspect you but luckily for you they are not allowed to
touch you. Only the woman who buys you will
have that privilege. You are so ashamed
at being exposed in such a humiliating way to these women that you keep your
head looking down at the floor. You do
not even look up when the bidding starts for you. The bidding seems to go on forever. The longer it goes on the more excited the
crowd becomes. The men before you were sold really quickly and as you don’t
speak Arabic you can’t understand why it is taking such a long time for you to
be sold. The only part you understand is
when you hear the words ‘50,000 euros’ spoken in English. From listening to the others being sold you
know that the normal amount for a black slave is about 10,000 euros so you know
that your new Mistress must really want to own you. You are terrified at the life that now waits
for you, and you can’t believe that you were so stupid to leave your drink at
the bar with a girl you did not know, because all you could think about that
night was being fucked. Well you’ve been
fucked alright but not in the way you intended. You are devastated because you
know that you will never see your family or your homeland again, and that from
now on your life will be one of pain and humiliation.
You are taken off the stage and dragged to where a man is
waiting to put a metal slave collar around your neck. Realising this is your last chance to escape,
you struggle to break free but the sting of a whip across your back at the same
time as you receive a blow to the stomach stops you struggling, and you are
forced to your knees. The collar is put
round your neck and closed with a padlock so that you can not remove it. The collar feels cold and tight against your
throat. Not tight enough to choke you
but tight enough for you to always be aware that it is locked around your neck. An ID disc is attached to the collar, and
although you can’t see it you know that it will be engraved with the name and
telephone number of your ‘owner’.
Humiliated on your knees where a collar and ID disc you feel like a dog
instead of a human being. At this moment
you have no dignity at all. Lost in thought
you are startled when your head is pulled back by your hair and you find
yourself looking into green eyes, instead of the brown eyes you expected. As your eyes search the rest of the face in
front of you, you are shocked to discover that you have been bought by a white
woman and not an Arab, and even more shocked when the woman says in English
‘Well
Stunned and unable to think clearly you cannot place where
you have seen this woman before, although her face seems familiar so you dare
to ask her who she is and how she knows your name. I tell you that when you knew me before, my
name was Tracey, but now that I am your owner and not one of your many lovers you
are no longer allowed to call me that.
You must now call me Mistress or Ma’am.
If you forget at any time you will be punished. Then I attach a chain to your collar and
pulling you to your feet drag you to the back of a
pick up truck. In the middle of the
truck is a cage. You know it is for you
but you just stand there looking at it in horror. You turn to plead with me not to humiliate
you this way but the bite of the whip across your back again makes you quickly
move without further protest, climbing on the truck and into the cage, where
you are locked in. You are forced into a
foetal position with your knees tucked up under your chin and your arms wrapped
around your legs because the cage is tiny.
You realise that it is an animal cage and not meant for humans. You wonder how much more humiliated you can
be made to feel. Naked
except for chains and wearing a collar and leash in a dog cage.
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After a long journey that for you is really uncomfortable
because the road is little more than a bumpy pot holed dirt track we arrive at
a harbour. There waiting for us is a boat,
which will take us home to
During the long and sleepless night you have plenty of time
to remember who I am. We met a few years
before when your ship came to my hometown for five weeks. We met in a pub and hit it off straight away. From the first night we were inseparable spending
all our free days and nights together, not just having passionate sex and more tender
love making sessions, but taking the time to get to know each other. You told me you loved me and I believed you. I fell in love with you and when you promised
to come back to me I believed you, but you never came and I never heard from
you again. Lying there remembering, you
feel guilty at the way you treated me. I
was a sweet kind girl and you did genuinely fall for me but being young with so
much that you wanted to do and see in your life, once you returned to
The following day I laugh as I ask you if you had a good
night’s sleep. You do not answer and
when I look at you closely I realise that you are really weak through hunger. I
don’t want you to be too weak, because I intend to fuck you, so it is important
that you have some energy. I order some
food and put the plate on the floor beside you.
You have to eat it with your fingers because I have not given you a
knife or fork, but you are so hungry you do not care. I tell you to lick the plate clean, and when
you do, I call you a dirty pig and slap your face. It amuses me to see the confusion in your
face. You dare to ask why I slapped you
after telling you to lick the plate and I reply ‘because licking a plate is a
disgusting thing to do which makes you a filthy animal’.
I also make you drink lots of water because I know that you
will want to pee, and being chained to the bed you can not go to the
toilet. It amuses me to watch you
squirming when you really need to go, knowing that you are too scared to ask me
if you can go to the bathroom, but also scared of what I will do if you wet
yourself.
When I tire of watching you squirm I decide to take off my
skirt and blouse in front of you.
Underneath I am wearing a tight black leather corset with thigh high
black leather boots and a g-string that covers very little. Because the corset is so tight my tits are
pushed up and are almost falling out the top of it. You can not stop staring at me, and you
realise from my clothes that I am not going to be the kindest Mistress. You have been bought by a woman who intends
to dominate and humiliate you into submission.
Disappointingly your dick doesn’t become hard, and that annoys
me, because I want you to desire me.
Then I realise it is because you are desperate for a piss. So I unchain you and take you to the bathroom
where I make you sit on the toilet like a woman with your legs apart. Then I sit down on your legs facing you. Your face is pushed into my tits as I pull
you towards me, and while you can smell my perfume, I can smell your sweat and
your fear, which turns me on even more.
Then I tell you to pee, and at the same time I pee between your legs,
most of it spraying your cock and pubic hair before landing in the bowl. When I have finished I pull you off the
toilet and onto your knees on the floor.
Then I rest one foot on the toilet seat so that my legs are wide apart
and I pull your head towards my pussy and demand that you lick me dry. As I am holding your hair really tightly you
have no choice. You feel ashamed at
being forced to do this, but at the same time the taste of my juices mixed with
my piss turns you on which takes you by surprise,
making you feel more ashamed than ever.
I realise that despite feeling ashamed you are also enjoying it so I
make you lie down on the floor while I stand with my legs wide apart over your
face, forcing you to look at my pussy. I
can see the desire in your eyes and your cock, soaked in my piss, becoming
hard. This makes me smile and I laugh that
you are just like all other men. Even
when you are in trouble you can still manage to think of being fucked. Your face turns bright red with shame and you
turn your head away.
Lowering my pussy over your head I order you to lick
me. You refuse to turn your head to face
my pussy so I grab your hair twisting your head round and holding your hair
tightly lower myself until I am sitting on your face so you cannot move, and
can barely breathe. You now have no
choice but to do as I tell you. I
remember from a long time ago that you are very good at licking pussy, and as
your tongue plays with my clitoris and you bite and suck me I become really
excited. Occasionally I lift myself up
slightly so that you can take deep breaths of air before lowering myself again for more pleasure. Then you push me over the edge until I cannot
stop myself and cum all over your face.
Just then there is a knock on the door and a voice tells me
that it is now time to leave the ship. I
stand up and say ‘what a shame, you nearly got fucked then, but now you will
have to wait’. You also stand up and without
thinking start to wipe my juices from your face until I slap you so hard across
the face that you fall over which makes me laugh ‘
Removing your manacles with a warning not to bother trying
to escape as I have a taser to stop you in your
tracks I throw some jeans, a high necked jumper and a pair of flip flops at you
and tell you to get dressed.
Now that we are in
So upon reaching the deck of the boat I slip one arm around
your waist with my hand inside the back of your jumper, holding the taser ready to shock you if needed. Not realising that you
are not yet legally mine and could at this point regain your freedom you are
just grateful that I am allowing you to walk off the boat without being humiliated. You are also still too weak to put up much of
a fight anyway and so allow yourself to be guided off the boat and to my car,
that a friend had driven to the harbour and left in a quiet spot for me to
collect, hiding the key in a metal box under the wheel arch.
Once we reach my car looking round to make sure no one is watching
I make you take off all your clothes again and throw the chains at you that
until now had been hidden in my bag, ordering your to put them on yourself. Reluctant to put yourself into bondage from
which you may never escape you just stand there letting them dangle from your
hands. A quick shock from the taser drops you to the floor like a stone. A couple of minutes later you have recovered
enough to comply. Slowly you put them on
your ankles first and then your wrists, the click as the final cuff locks securely
round your right wrist depresses you.
This is it. Naked and chained you are a slave.
Standing up you open the car door and get in as ordered. When you sit on the seat I drag you back out
of the car and stun you again. When you
recover the second time I tell you that you are not allowed to sit at the same
level as me, your place is on the floor of the car. This is very difficult for you as there is
not much room so yet again you are squashed in with your legs tucked up against
your chest. It is really uncomfortable but
one look at my face tells you that it would not be a good idea to
complain. Eventually we arrive at my
house. It is not the house you remember. This house is much bigger, and has no other
houses close to it (so no point you shouting for help). And the most important thing – it has a
cellar. Now that we are home I can start
your training.
Dragging you out of the car by your hair I lead you into the
kitchen and order you to make me a cup of tea.
You remember from before, that I am very fussy about the taste of tea and
you are worried that you will not make it correctly. I know this and am waiting for you to make a
mistake. When you bring the drink to me
I taste it. ‘That’s disgusting’ I shout
at you, ‘you have put too much milk in the tea’ and I throw the cup against the
wall. ‘Now clean that up, but first you
must lick up the spilt tea from the floor’.
You really do not want to, but you can see the mad expression on my
face, and you know that if you do not do as you are told something painful will
happen to you. So you get down on your
knees and lick up the tea from the floor.
‘That’s what I like to see Roy, a man on his knees doing as
he is told. You have just saved yourself
from being whipped; now clean up the broken cup and then cook some pasta for me
to eat’.
While you are cooking for me I lie on the couch drinking a
glass of wine. When the meal is ready
you bring it to me and I tell you to kneel on the floor and feed me as I am too
lazy to feed myself. When you
accidentally drop some food onto my blouse I glare at you and immediately you
lick the food from it. This gives me an
idea, so when I have finished my meal I tell you that you can eat yours. When you bring your plate of food into the
living room you find me lying naked on the floor. Surprised you just stand there staring.
‘Stop gawping slave, cover my body with pasta and then eat
it from me’.
At first you refuse because
you think it is weird to cover someone’s body with food and because it would be
humiliating to be on your hands and knees eating food from my body, but I tell
you that if you refuse you will starve because this is all you will get to
eat. Remembering that you need to keep
me happy so that you can persuade me to free you it does not take you long to comply,
because also you do not know when you will be allowed to eat again. The feeling of your tongue licking my body
and the gentle biting of your teeth on my skin as you try to eat the pasta
turns me on, so I demand that as you eat you also play with my pussy with your fingers. When you have finished eating I order you to
lick my skin until it is clean.
I am now feeling really horny and have yet to fuck you, but
you have angered me by not doing as you were told straight away so I decide
that you must have your punishment first, and now is also a good time to start
training you and let you know that I mean business. I own you, and you WILL do as you are
ordered.
I make you kneel in front of me while I put my corset on and
then I order you to put my boots on for me.
You have to pull the zip up on each boot with your teeth, which is
difficult for you but as the heel of my other boot is resting on your dick you
do not complain. When you have pulled
the zips to the top of each boot you look up and see me smiling at you, but it
is not a kind smile. I am enjoying
making you do these menial things for me.
Your heart sinks as you realise I will not forgive you that quickly.
I look at you thinking that once you were a good looking guy
who could have any girl you wanted in all the countries you visited. You were used to girls doing everything they
could to please you, and you could choose who to have sex with. I was one of those girls once and I was
devastated when you left without a backward glance, but now there are no more
girls for you. I will make you pay for
breaking my heart. Then you were free to leave me but now you are mine
forever. You will only have sex when I
allow it and you had better make sure I enjoy it or else………and the only reason
you have for being alive is to serve me.
I tell you this while I am pulling you by your dick to the
cellar. When we get there first of all I
gag you with a leather strap because I do not want to hear you screaming when
the pain starts. Then I attach a chain
to your handcuffs and pull your arms high above your head until your feet are
lifted off the floor. I leave you suspended
just standing for a while looking at you.
You are too ashamed to look at me because you know I am enjoying seeing
you strung up helpless. Then when I know that the muscles in your arms are straining
and hurting from holding your body weight, I spin you round. While your body is turning I whip you hard
with the horse riding crop, which leaves deep red welts all over your body. Breathing
heavily from the exertion of whipping you I finally stop when my arm aches and
I don’t have the energy to raise it any more.
Too intent on punishing you I was totally oblivious to your screams of
pain behind the gag.
For a while your body still turns and I can see that you are
bleeding heavily, and when I look at your face I can see the tears running down
and the agony in your eyes. I’m shocked
by what I have done because I had not meant to be so harsh, not for your first
punishment anyway. I let my anger at the
way you treated me a few years ago take over and that is something I should
never do. I may not be a professional
Mistress or experienced slave owner but I do know that although you must be
punished when you deserve it for failing in your duties as my slave, it is wrong
and inexcusable to punish you for your casual treatment of me the first time we
met. That happened a long time ago and
should remain in the past.
Feeling close to tears with guilt I release the chain and
hold you so that you do not fall to the floor.
Then I help you to climb onto the bed at the far end of the cellar,
where you curl your body up as if you were a baby because the pain is so bad. I remove your gag and wipe away your
tears. You say nothing to me but I feel like
shit when I look into your eyes and see the pain and hurt in them. I kneel beside you and stroke your face and
hair and kiss away your tears as they fall.
I can not tell you that I am sorry because I dare not show any weakness
or let you know that I was wrong for whipping you so hard, so instead feeling a
complete bitch I say ‘that is what happens when you do not obey me
immediately. You will learn from this
lesson, and then I will not need to whip you again’. You are devastated by my words. You do not understand how I can be so tender
and so harsh at the same time. You lie
there unable to speak from the shock of your torture and the disbelief at the coldness
in my voice. Eventually you fall asleep
and while you are sleeping I gently clean the blood from your wounds, the tears
that I held back falling freely from my eyes now that you are not awake to see
them. When I have finished I climb onto
the bed with you. You look so peaceful
and innocent that I just lie next to you stroking your hair while watching you
sleep.
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Although you are my slave and I know that is how I must
treat you, you have one power over me, and that is to make me feel aroused just
by being who you are. After all these
years I can’t forget the way you made me feel when we were lovers. This troubles me and I wonder if I will have
the strength to blot out from my memory the love we shared before. Watching you sleep gives me plenty of time to
think about the situation we have both unexpectedly found ourselves in.
When I went to that slave auction I never in a million years
intended to buy a slave, let alone buy my previous lover! But when I saw you there I just knew that I
had to have you. There was no way on
earth I was going to lose you to some other woman. I hated you for a long time for breaking my
heart and often dreamed of how I would make you pay if I ever saw you
again. I would never have believed that
not only would I see you again but that I would own you, to be able to do to
you whatever I want and there is nothing you can do about it. You have no choice but to accept whatever I
do to you.
After several hours of going through it over and over in my
mind I decide that if I am going to remain your owner that I must forget that
we ever knew each other before. From now
on I will treat you impersonally. You
are a slave, a piece of meat to be used as I see fit. There is nothing I can do about the sexual
feelings you arouse in me, but I consider that to be a good thing. If I am going to use you as my sex slave then
it helps that I am attracted to you. But
this time round there will be no making the mistake of falling in love. You are no longer a free man worthy of my
love. I am fully aware that you will try
and use what we had before to try and persuade me to set you free but I am
ready for that. I know that there will
be hard times ahead for both of us. You will no longer see the sweet girl I was
before. She has gone. I no longer have
any feelings towards you at all. I do not want to be physically cruel to you
but I know that I have to be in order to ram the message home to you that you
are no longer a free human being or my lover.
In fact you are no longer a human being you are just a thing, a
slave. I hope that it does not take long
for you to accept that. Having settled
my thoughts in my mind I feel much happier about what I must do to you in order
to establish our places in each others lives.
But all that doesn’t mean I’m not going to take my pleasure
from you so after a while I start kissing your mouth and your body. When I reach your dick I take it gently in my
mouth and lick and suck it, then I slide your dick in and out of my mouth,
slowly at first and then faster and deeper until you are really hard. At first when you feel the sensation of me
doing this, you think you are at home in your own bed dreaming, but when you
open your eyes you remember that you are in my cellar and you remember what has
happened. You tense automatically incase
I am about to bite your dick off, but you can not stop the desire spreading
through your body because of what I am doing to you. I sense that you are awake so I stop and sit
astride your hips. I lean over you and
kiss you on the lips and with a smile on my face say
‘I am glad you have woken slave. You’ve been keeping me waiting and you should
never keep a lady waiting. I want you to fuck me. Are you ready?’
Before you can answer I lower myself onto you and ride you
gently at first incase I hurt you and then I push you deeper and deeper inside
me, then I lower my body on to yours and roll over so that now you are on top
with your dick still deep inside me. I
put my legs over your shoulders and automatically you thrust into me as hard as
you can. You thrust so deeply into me
that I gasp in pain and try to pull away from you, but you grab me by the
thighs and hold me tight and continue thrusting as hard as you can. We are both so aroused that neither of us
feels any pain now and I start to move my hips in time with yours helping you
to go deeper and deeper. Then you can
hold back no longer and you cum inside me.
You know that I have not yet orgasmed and you are scared because you do
not know what I will do. Will I be angry
and whip you again? I see the expression
on your face change from one of passion to one of fear so tell you that there
will be no punishment for cumming before I gave you
my permission, because you have already had enough punishment today, but I also
tell you that any further mistakes you make will mean punishment for you………….
You are relieved that you will not be punished because you
are still in agony from the whipping. As
you know that I am in a good mood you tentatively ask me if I will ever give
you’re your freedom again or will I always keep you as my slave. I tell you that you will never again be a
free man, but if you are a good slave and serve me well, then I will in the
future allow you some freedom, and one day I may take you to your homeland to
visit your family. But that will only be
when I can trust you. If you ever try
and break free from me or are not submissive enough then I will have no choice
but to return you to the slave market to be sold again. I will be a good Mistress to you if you
accept that you are here to serve me and do your best. But if you fail then you will suffer for
it.
After I tell you this I get off the bed and leave the
cellar, turning the light off and leaving you locked in, in the dark. You realise that this is where you will be
sleeping from now on – the room where you will also receive your punishments. As it is dark in the cellar there is nothing
for you to do except sleep, so you lie on the bed which has no blankets, and
try to sleep even though you are cold and still hurting.
The following morning you wake up feeling better after
having so many hours to sleep. When you
sit up you wince with pain. Your body is
stiff and sore from the whipping.
Gritting your teeth with pain you try and stand up, when looking up you
see that I am standing by the door watching you. You are nervous because you do not know if I
am in a good or bad mood and you can not tell from looking at my face. I turn around and walk away. You are not sure if you are supposed to
follow or not, but decide because I have left the door open that you should
follow me. When you reach the kitchen I
am sitting there waiting for you. ‘Well
You look forward to having a shower as it will warm your
body which is freezing from sleeping in the cold, but as you walk towards the
bathroom I ask ‘where are you going? Your shower is not in the bathroom, follow
me’. Then I take you outside into the
garden. I lead you to a pole that has a
hook at the top, and I hang your wrist chain on the hook, so that again your
arms are above your head. Then I use a
garden hose to wash your body. The
ice-cold water takes your breath away and instinctively you try and pull away
from the jet of water, but there is no escape, and it makes me laugh to watch
you squirming and trying to avoid the icy cold blast of water. When I have finished I am tempted to leave
you hanging there for a while but I don’t want to risk you catching pneumonia,
you are already weak from lack of food over the last few weeks and the whipping
hasn’t helped so I release you and give you a towel to dry yourself. You are shivering and can not speak because
you are almost numb with cold. I tell
you then, that you have to earn privileges like having a shower indoors, and
blankets for your bed, by learning quickly and doing jobs to my satisfaction. Then I remove your chains and allow you to
get dressed in a t-shirt and jeans.
Then I put the chains back on you and you follow me back
into the kitchen where you quietly ask me what I would like for breakfast. I am impressed at your attempt to please me
but I am not going to let you know that.
So instead I reply ‘next time you fail to call me Mistress or Ma’am you
will receive a whipping. I am going to
make some allowances for you as you are new to your role but don’t take the
piss. You speak to me respectfully at
all times or else I won’t allow you to speak at all’.
Stung by the way I have spoken to you after your attempt to
please me you hang your head to hide the tears that have so easily come to your
eyes. Your mind is in turmoil. You are still trying to take in what has
happened to you and are finding it really difficult to adjust to your life. Is this how things are going to be from now on? You try and please me and I just bitch back at
you? Taking a deep breath you raise your
head and apologise. ‘Please Ma’am
forgive me I did not mean to disrespect you. I appreciate your kindness in
making allowances for me and I will try to do my best to please you. Would you like
a cup of tea Ma’am while I cook your breakfast? ’
‘Yes slave I do want a cup of tea. Make sure it is better than the shit you
served up yesterday’.
You carefully make the tea, remembering to add the milk
afterwards and not before. Tentatively
you carry it over to me and place it on the table. Not sure whether you should move back to the
kitchen area and start cooking or whether you should wait by my side until I
have tasted it you opt for waiting until told to move. While I lift the cup and take a sip from it
you shake slightly with nerves.
Yesterday just making me a cup of tea put you in a lot of trouble and
pain, and you are terrified of what will happen today if I do not like the
taste. I tell you that it is better than
the tea you made yesterday but it is still not perfect so you will have to
drink it, and make me another. You open
your mouth to tell me that you do not drink tea because in your country only
gay guys drink tea, but decide it would not be a good idea to say anything.
As you take a sip from the cup, I ask you what you are
doing. Your heart sinks as you wonder
what you have done wrong and what punishment you will receive, but today
luckily for you because I still feel bad about the whipping I decide not to
punish you for that small mistake. I
point to the bowl on the floor and tell you that is yours for eating and
drinking. You pour the tea into the bowl
and kneeling on the floor you try to drink it but gag at the taste because you
hate tea. When you do not drink it all,
I remind you that the bowl is also for your food, so unless you like your food
mixed with tea you had better drink it all.
As I can see you are struggling I tell you that you can hold the bowl in
your hands and drink from it but you must remain kneeling on the floor. You are not allowed to eat or drink sitting
at the table, unless I tell you that you can.
Once you have drunk your tea you start cooking the breakfast
and make me a fresh cup of tea that this time I think is ok to drink. You serve my breakfast at the table and put
yours in the bowl on the floor. You are
not sure whether you are supposed to eat yours straightaway or wait for me to
eat mine first, because I have not given you any instructions. You are starving and the smell of the food is
making you feel even hungrier. You
decide however, that you had better wait until I give you permission to
eat. When I have finished my breakfast I
tip the left over food from my plate into the bowl and tell you to eat. By now, you no longer feel disgust at the
thought of eating left over food, because in the last couple of weeks you have
had so little to eat, you are grateful to eat anything, even my leftovers. You even forget about the humiliation of
eating food from a dog bowl with your hands.
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You spend the day doing all my housework, and when you have
finally finished I tell you that you can have a rest, but first you must shower
again because all that work has made you sweaty. This time however, as you have been good all
day, I tell you that you can shower in the bathroom instead of the garden. I remove your manacles and you take your
clothes off. Unfortunately, seeing you
without your clothes turns me on, so although you are very tired you will have
to find the energy to fuck me. I take
off the leather corset and tell you to remove my boots, undoing the zips with
your teeth. Then holding your dick I
take you to the bathroom. First I have
to pee. I make you kneel in front of me
and watch me. When I have finished I
tell you to wipe me dry with some toilet paper.
You realise that you have forgotten to put any in the bathroom and tell
me that you will go and get some for me. I say ‘so you will make me wait will
you slave? I don’t think so! You can lick me dry instead. And you know that you
are lucky I only had a pee!’ You lick my
pussy dry straight away. By now you are
learning that to refuse or hesitate will mean punishment for you.
Then I pull you into the shower with me and I hand you some
soap and tell you to start washing me.
As you soap my breasts my nipples harden. You squeeze my nipples between your fingers, at
the same time looking into my eyes to see if I am enjoying it. When you see that I am you become more
confident in touching me. You take my
nipples in your mouth and gently bite them.
At the same time you reach one hand between my legs and gently rub my
clitoris and stroke my pussy. My
breathing becomes quicker as I am more and more aroused. You are also aroused and you know that I am
yours to be taken.
You lift me into your arms and with both of us soaking wet
you carry me into my bedroom and lay me gently on the bed. You realise that at this moment I do not want
to be fucked, I want you to make love to me, the way you did a long time
ago. You start at my feet, sucking my
toes, and licking in between them, which you know I love. Then you stroke my body and breasts with one
hand, using the other hand to stroke between my legs, sending shivers down my
spine. Then you put your head between my
legs and the things you do with your tongue drives me wild. I get to the point where I can’t stand it anymore
and I beg you to take me. You smile at
me and ask ‘is that an order to your slave Mistress, or are you begging your
lover Roy to make love to you?’
‘I am begging you
You realise that this is the perfect opportunity for you to
escape. I have left you unchained, the
doors are not locked, and the car is parked outside. You carefully separate your body from mine
and slowly climb off the bed so that I do not wake up. You stand there for a while watching me
sleep, and you wonder how I can look so beautiful and innocent in sleep and yet
be so mean and cruel when I am awake.
You quickly put your clothes on and take the car keys from my purse,
leave the house and get in the car.
However, you do not start the engine straight away. You cannot stop thinking about me lying on my
bed asleep and unaware that I am about to lose you.
You have this strange feeling inside you, part of you wants
to run away as far as you can, and the other part of you wants to stay. Deep inside you feel guilty and responsible
for my behaviour. You believe that you
are partly to blame for the way I am now and maybe it is your duty to help me return
to the kind person I once was. You
believe that it is not impossible because the last couple of days that you have
spent with me you have seen a small glimpse sometimes of the kindness lying
deep in my heart, and the sadness in my eyes.
You are beginning to understand that I am not just your mean Mistress,
as much as I sneer at you and bitch you believe that I am not as hard as I am making
myself out to be. You can’t accept that
the sweet and loving girl you knew so long ago has completely disappeared to be
replaced by a cold hearted bitch who can, without conscience, buy another human
being to use and abuse at will. You know
that when you left me you had started to fall in love with me and the thought
terrified you so you ran away from your feelings and from me.
With a heavy heart you realise that despite the cruel way I
have treated you since buying you from the slave auction that a little part of
your heart is still mine. So although
the sensible part of you is screaming at you to run away as far as you can, you
get out of the car and walk back into the house. I am still asleep on the bed, so you remove
your clothes and climb back into bed with me and pull me into your arms.
All you can do is hope that you have made the right decision
to stay……………………….
Chapter 2
When
you return to my bed and pull me into your arms, the coldness of your body
wakes me and I ask you where you have been.
‘I
have been to the bathroom Mistress. I know that I did not ask your permission and
I ask for your forgiveness but I did not want to disturb your sleep’.
‘Two things
Shit. There is no way you can explain how they got
there.
‘I
uh, I was um going to um wash and clean the car as a surprise for you, but I um
couldn’t find the um I don’t know how to say it in English, the…’
‘You
are so shit at lying. Do you really
think I am that stupid? Isn’t trying to escape one of the first things they
teach you in training? Maybe you are right and I am stupid. I can’t believe I took you to bed as my
lover, and then fell asleep leaving you free.
What was I thinking of?!’
I
am really mad with myself. If I am going
to keep you I had better pull my finger out and stop remembering our time
together as lovers and friends and start thinking of you as a possession. I am also angry with you for trying to
escape, even though I accept that you did not leave I am upset that you tried
to leave at all. Maybe in my
subconscious I thought you might realise what you had left behind when you went
back to
‘
‘I
beg you Mistress please do not send me back to the slave market. I don’t want to be sold to a man! I don’t
want to ever be sold again! Please Tracey, forgive me for trying to leave
you. I know I was wrong and I will never
try to escape again. Please do not punish
me, my body still hurts from the whipping you gave me and I can not take any
more pain. I will do anything you ask of
me, please’.
I
just glare at you and say ‘which is it to be slave? The slave market or
punishment? I am not interested in
hearing you begging for forgiveness’.
Realising
that pleading with me is a waste of time and with a feeling of dread at the
thought of what the punishment might be you quietly reply ‘I do not want to
leave you Mistress; I will accept your punishment’.
Attaching
a leash to your collar with one hand pulling the leash and the other gripping
your dick tightly I drag you behind me to the cellar. First of all I bind your hands tightly behind
your back with rope and then bind your upper arms together, pulling your elbows
so close together that your arms are nearly pulled of their sockets.
‘Is
that comfortable for you and not too tight slave?’
Hearing
the dripping sarcasm in my voice you are well aware that it is not a question
for which I expect to receive an answer.
Ordering you to lie face down on the cold stone floor you drop to your
knees and try to lie down without hurting yourself, it is not an easy task when
you can’t use your hands. When you are too slow I help you by grabbing your
hair and pulling you down to the floor myself, letting
your hair go abruptly so that your head hits the floor with a thud. Next I tightly bind your ankles together with
the leash and then re-attach it to the back of the collar so that your legs are
bent behind your back and your neck and head are forced back because the leash
is so short. You are now well and truly
hog tied.
Laughing
I say ‘Okay slave, did the Navy teach you how to get out of a hog tie when you
did your escape and evasion training? No? What a pity! But hey if you think you can escape, feel
free to try. But somehow though I don’t
think you will be going anywhere!’
You
can hardly breathe because the front of the collar is forced against your
throat part strangling you. You open
your mouth to try and beg me to release you but all that comes out is a croak,
the effort of trying to get enough air into your lungs too much for you.
‘Sorry?
I didn’t quite catch that. I trust you were thanking me for tying you up so
prettily like a parcel. Anyway I must go and get dressed. You don’t mind
waiting for me do you?’
Without
waiting for a response, because I know you can’t give one I leave you lying
there in the dark while I return to my bedroom to get dressed.
When
I return to the cellar after an hour you are in agony having been unable to
move your arms or legs, your whole body is screaming out with the pain. Standing in the doorway I just watch you for
a while with a smirk on my face. When
you see me you try and speak to beg me to release you from your bonds, but your
voice is no longer even a croak. Walking
over to you I squat down and gently caress your face with my hands.
‘Did
you miss me? I hope you have been enjoying yourself while I have been getting
ready?’
Just
looking into your eyes tells me that the wait has been anything but pleasure
for you and that gives me a thrill. I am discovering that having another human
being in my power, and a good looking guy at that is hugely erotic. Even though I know that you cannot answer
because of the collar pressing on your throat I slap you hard across the face
for not replying.
‘I
would have thought slave that you would have spent this last hour thinking
about your disobedience earlier, and that you would realise by now that when I
demand something of you or ask you a question that you answer immediately. But you are still insolent and I think you
will require intensive training. Perhaps
I ought to send you to a slave school or a professional Mistress so that I
don’t have to waste my precious time training you myself. But then again, training you might be fun. So
I think I will see how we get on first before I make any decisions’.
Unclipping
the leash from your collar so that you can straighten your legs I leave your
ankles and arms bound. You feel relieved
that your punishment was so light. You
were scared that I would whip you again, perhaps even more severely than last
time. Perhaps you did make the right
decision to stay. As long as you try and
do what I demand of you your life as my slave will be quite easy. You resolve to do your best because you are
not keen on the thought of being sent away for professional training. You have no doubt in your mind what that
would mean for you.
Slapping
your face again breaking you from your thoughts I order you kneel in front of
me. This is difficult because the
muscles in your legs are cramped, but when you fail to move quickly enough I
kick you in the stomach making you cry out in pain and shock. Ignoring your cry I drag you to your knees by
your hair. Your face is now level with
my pussy and I demand that you worship it to show respect for your Mistress.
You do so immediately, feeling the first stirrings of arousal at your mouth
being so close to my most intimate part.
When
I have had enough I turn round, bend over and part my legs wide. ‘Dog; clean my
arse. I want you to make sure there is
no shit left from when I went to the toilet just now’. Any erotic thoughts immediately disappear at
my words. The thought of tasting shit
makes you want vomit but you are not in a position to refuse. Deliberately I did not wipe my arse when I
went to the toilet so just to make sure you give my arse a good clean I grab
your hair and pull your face between my legs holding it there for ages. Tentatively you stick out your tongue barely
touching my anus. You realise that you
are not doing it to my satisfaction when I twist a handful of your hair tightly
almost ripping it from your scalp.
Gasping from the pain you force yourself to be a bit more enthusiastic
in your licking. When I consider that
you have finished I release your hair and turn round to face you. I can see that you are struggling not to be
sick. With an evil smile I say ‘Just remember slave if you dare to be sick on
my floor you will have to clean it up, and you will clean it with your tongue’.
The
thought of eating sick on top of shit makes you feel even more ill but with a
huge effort you manage to control the urge to vomit, even managing to say to
the words you know I expect to hear ‘thank you Mistress for allowing me to
clean your arse for you’.
‘Hmmm
so you are learning dog to be grateful for what I give you. By the time I have finished with you, you
will be begging me to allow you to do these things for me, but now you stink of
shit so you must clean your face.’
I
drag you on your knees over to the toilet in the corner of the room, scraping
the skin from your knees as they are dragged over the rough stone floor. Once you are in the required position, I push
your head into the toilet bowl and pull the flush. Instinctively you try and pull away but my
hold on you is too strong. When I
release you, you collapse onto the floor choking on the water you have
swallowed. ‘Now that you have had your wash dog and have had time to reflect on
your appalling behaviour I can think about how to punish you’.
Your
heart sinks and you are filled with dread.
You thought that being hog tied and being forced to clean my arse was
your punishment. What on earth am I
going to do to you now? You are starting
to think that it was a huge mistake to return to me and that you should have
escaped while you could, but it is too late now.
I
know that as you have already tried to escape that you are not yet broken. Perhaps if I had bothered to allow you to
tell me the reason you returned instead of running as far away as possible I
might have taken a different course of action.
But totally oblivious to the fact that you stayed because of the
feelings you have for me all I can think of is that there is still a chance
that you might wait for another opportunity to escape or even worse try to
overpower me and turn me into your slave.
I can’t let that happen, so I must make sure that you are completely
broken. To achieve that you must be
completely humiliated and demoralised. I
must make you think like a slave and not like a man, and this must be done as
quickly as possible. So tomorrow for you will be nothing but pain and
humiliation but today I have other things to do, so you must wait for me to
start your punishment. The waiting you
will find is almost as unbearable as the actual punishment. You will be in the dark in the cellar not
knowing when I intend to return or what I intend to do, and you will go out of
your mind with the terror of waiting and not knowing when it will start. That is the first step in dehumanising you.
You
will not have your bed to sleep in. You
do not deserve it. You will be sleeping
in your cage. I remove the leash from
your ankles but immediately replace it with manacles and repeat the process
with your arms. Then I make you crawl on
your hands and knees to the cage. You
keep collapsing because your arms are numb from being tied tightly for so
long. Every time you collapse I whip
your arse with my horse riding crop.
Once you are in the cage I lock it and walk away, stopping at the
doorway to blow you a kiss and to say ‘sleep well bitch, it’s the last decent
sleep you will have for a long time’.
Then I lock the door and leave you in the cold dark cellar to wait for
your punishment.
There
is not much chance of you getting any decent sleep. The cage is little bigger
than the one you were confined to on the terrible journey to the ship. You can lie down but only with your legs
pulled up to your chest. There is no
padding on the floor of the cage; just bars to dig into your naked flesh. You have never felt so desolate in your
entire life. You cry softly as you while
away the hours thinking of your family and your homeland. Have they been told yet that you are missing? Is the Navy searching for you? Surely they must have found the girl who kidnapped
you. Your friends all saw her so they
would recognise her again. They must be
looking for you, mustn’t they? In your heart though you know
that it will be just about impossible to trace you.
Trying
to remain positive you turn your thoughts to your immediate situation. You know that you will receive a harsh
punishment for trying to escape. You
understand that in my position I have to show you who is
boss, although you are concerned that I appear to be enjoying what I have done
to you today. You know that the only way
to get through the torture will be to try and switch off from what is happening
to your body, to take your mind elsewhere as you have been taught by the
Navy. At the end of it, you hope that I
will be satisfied and will once again show the kind side of my nature that
showed itself when we made love together.
That is the person that you decided to stay for. You hope she isn’t lost to you forever.
With
all these thoughts running through your mind you eventually doze into a fitful
sleep.
Chapter 3
I leave you for the rest of the day and night to contemplate
your life and the punishment waiting for you.
Deciding to do things properly or how I imagine a Mistress would do them
anyway I rummage around in the chest of drawers in my bedroom and dig out a
black lace basque and a matching g string. Putting it on and slipping black silk
stockings over my legs makes me feel incredibly sexy, but staring at myself in
the mirror I realise that it doesn’t quite achieve the effect I am looking
for. Getting down on my knees to reach
for a suitcase under the bed I’m unaware of the reflection of my exposed pussy
and naked arse in the mirror. If I was I probably would have forgotten what I
was supposed to be doing and would have ended up masturbating while watching myself
in the mirror.
Pulling the suitcase out from under the bed I open it and
lift out a pair of boots, black leather knee high boots laced all the way up
the front. Perfect. The toes of the boots are pointed and the
heels 5” high. I can’t wait to walk over your naked prone body while wearing
them.
As I slowly pull them on I can feel the change within
me. Immediately I feel more confident,
not only as a woman but as a slave owner.
Looking in the mirror again the woman I see before me is somehow
different. I feel powerful and in
control. Still angry with myself for being so stupid as to treat you like a man and a
lover you are going to pay for my mistake. Standing tall with shoulders back I
make my way to your ‘bedroom’.
Hearing the click of the door unlocking you start trembling
with fear. Unable to sleep properly you
are exhausted. You wonder how much pain
you will be able to take because you already feel weak through lack of sleep,
food and drink. Standing in the doorway
of your ‘bedroom’ I just watch you for a few minutes, taking perverse pleasure
in your obvious terror.
Walking slowly, stiletto heels tapping loudly on the stone
floor, I approach the cage and stop in front of it. Seeing what I am wearing you know that I mean
business. Today is not going to be
pleasant. But although the sight of me
fills you with fear you can’t help being aroused by the outfit. Your dick becomes hard, even though you don’t
want it to. When I notice I start
laughing. ‘You’re pathetic bitch; you’re
like a fucking dog on heat. One sniff of
a cunt and you want to shag it. Well I will have to
knock that out of you. You are only
allowed to have an erection when I say so.
Now get out of the fucking cage!’
You feel deeply ashamed that you can be aroused by a woman
who intends to hurt you and equally humiliated at my harsh words and the
accompanying laughter. Luckily for you
the humiliation makes your dick quickly deflate. If it had stayed hard you know I would have
whipped it. Of all the things I might do to you your
biggest fear is that I will permanently damage your genitals. Like all men your life is ruled by your dick
and the thought of it being subject to torture is terrifying. If your dick became useless, what would be
the point of living? Reluctantly you crawl out of the cage remaining on your
hands and knees in front of me not daring to look up at my face.
‘Now prostrate yourself on the floor and show me some
respect you piece of shit’.
You are not sure what I mean because you do not understand
the word ‘prostrate’ so I help you understand by kicking your hands away from
the floor so that you collapse onto you belly.
Then I tell you to spread your arms and legs as wide as you can, well as
wide as the chains on your wrists and ankles will allow anyway.
‘That, you lowlife is how you will greet me from now on
every morning when I come to your bedroom. Do you understand?’
Meekly you reply ‘Yes Mistress I understand’.
‘Good now lick my boots and then we will start your
punishment’.
You do so for the next fifteen minutes, until I am
satisfied.
‘Okay, that’s enough, now don’t you dare move an inch dog,
because if you do you will wish you were dead.’
Then stepping onto your back I walk slowly down the length
of it and over your butt. The heels of
my boots dig into your flesh making you whimper with pain but you dare not
move, because if I fall off you know that your life will not be worth living.
When I have finished tormenting your flesh I step off your
back and crouch down to gaze at the pretty pattern of red marks left on your
skin. Casually stroking them and noticing the automatic clenching of your
buttocks at my touch I laugh and smack your butt hard before telling you to get
up and lie down on your back on the table.
You are reluctant to do so because you can guess what will happen and
once you are tied down you will not be able to stop me doing what I like to
you. Gingerly raising yourself to your
knees you beg me to give you another chance.
‘Please Tracey I swear that I will serve you the best that I
can and I will never give you reason to be displeased with me. I have learnt my lesson and I will do
anything for you. I will be the perfect
slave for you…………’
‘Shut up you piece of shit.
First of all you do not call me
by my name. You are not my
equal. You are not even a man
anymore. You are my property. You will address me correctly at all times or
suffer the consequences. If you piss me
off too much I may have your tongue cut out. Second, you agreed to receive your
punishment rather than be sent to the slave market. So stop whining, you have made your
choice. If you were the perfect slave
you wouldn’t be begging me either, you would already be lying on the table as
ordered. Now fucking get on it before I lose my temper!’
Not daring to reply, slowly you crawl on hands and knees to
the table, sensing that if you dare stand up and walk like a man you will be
whipped back to your knees. Lying back
on the table you raise your arms above your head. You know what is expected of you and hope
that this sign of obedience will pacify me.
You lay there passively whilst first your legs are freed from the
manacles then strapped wide apart to the table tightly with thick leather
straps, followed swiftly by both arms.
Bull dog clips are the first thing to adorn your body;
placed on your nipples they are much more painful than clothes pins. Your face
screws up in pain as the first clip bites your nipple, the second makes you cry
out.
‘Oh God! Please, please take them off, I beg
you!’
Smiling at you and completely ignoring your pleas I reply
‘Do you know I think it’s amazing the different uses you can find for general
office equipment! I wonder what else I can use’.
Rummaging around in the ‘implements’ cupboard I take out a
ball of string. Still in pain but
desperate to see what I am doing you lift your head up from the table and
warily watch me to see what item of torture is next. You are puzzled when I return to the table
with the ball of string. You have no
idea how it can be used to torture you but you know from the expression on my
face that whatever it is you are not going to like it. Its use soon becomes apparent when I take
your dick in one hand and tie the end of the string off round the head of your
cock. Terrified that I am going to
deliberately cut off the circulation to your manhood you struggle against your
bonds trying desperately to break free. This
isn’t punishment, this is torture!
Knowing that you aren’t going anywhere but needing to stop
you thrashing about I place another wide leather strap over your stomach and
strap it tightly down to the table. Two
further straps hold your thighs still. Gripping your dick firmly again I
continue winding the string tightly around it until it is completely covered, before
continuing onwards to your balls. When I
have finished the whole of your genitals are bound firmly but not tight enough
to cut off the circulation. I know that
much at least about bondage. You’re no
use to me as a eunuch. I am curious to
know how painful it will be for you though when you become aroused, and I intend
to find out.
Leaning over you so that tendrils of my hair brush your face
I look into your eyes and say ‘Hmm slave, you look quite inviting lying
there. I think I might have to take
advantage of you before I start your punishment. If you satisfy me who knows it may lighten my
mood and I may not punish you as harshly as I might if I remain in a bad
mood. So what do you say slave, do you
want to try and lessen your punishment and satisfy your Mistress at the same
time?’
Meeting my gaze you take your time in answering. You are not sure if it is a trick
question. If you say yes will you be
punished even more for trying to reduce the punishment you had already told me
you would accept in order to remain with me, or am I making you a genuine
offer? My expression is giving nothing
away but knowing how cruel I can be on a whim you decide to answer from your
heart, after all you have nothing to lose.
‘I ask nothing of you Ma’am. As you have pointed out to me I
am nothing, no longer a man, just your property. I am here solely for your pleasure and whatever
else you want from me. I have no right
to ask for lesser punishment. Whatever
punishment you choose to inflict on me I will suffer because I have no choice. Any choices I had in my life were taken away
from me the day I was kidnapped and sold into slavery, so please Ma’am do what
you will with me, I no longer care’.
Taken aback by your reply I’m not sure how to respond. You have an uncanny knack of making me feel
guilty. Maybe I should have gagged you
at the start then I could have just got on with it without thinking about the
morals of what I am doing. But when I
consider the amount of money you cost me and the fact that I nearly lost all
that money and my prized possession I realise that I have to continue with your
punishment. You do need to be taught
your place and if I don’t do it now then I will never have total control over
you.
‘Well slave, I didn’t realise you could speak so eloquently
in English. You almost made me feel
sorry for you just then, but you are right of course; you have no choice in
what happens to you. You have no idea how
hideous the normal punishment meted out to slaves who try to escape is. I should really hand you over to the Police
but I haven’t because you did return and I wanted to spare you the horrors of
that because I am a kind Mistress. But
your crime cannot go unpunished. That is
why you were given the choice, accept your punishment from me or return to the
slave market. I have just given you a
further opportunity to reduce your punishment but you have failed to take it.
So I will continue as planned. However,
first you will pleasure me and you had better do your best or else’.
Climbing onto the table I sit astride your stomach and give
the bull dog clips a tweak. For a while
I watch your face because it amuses me to see you biting your lip to try and
stop yourself from crying at the renewed pain. Then I lean over and lick the perspiration
from your face and kiss you gently on the mouth. At that moment hating me for making you feel
so worthless you refuse to respond, but the flowery fragrance of my perfume and
the touch of my long soft blonde hair brushing your skin turn you on and despite
your resolve to remain unresponsive to me your body betrays your mind and you tentatively
return my kiss. While I am kissing you I
gently run my nails up and down your arms and across your chest, curling your
chest hair round my fingers, and leaving a trail of goosebumps
on your flesh where my nails have been.
When I know that I have gained your interest I change
positions to sit backwards over your face.
My pussy is just out of reach but you can see how wet I am and you can
smell my womanliness. Ordering you to
not touch me I lower myself closer to your mouth. As I lean over I lick the sweat from your body
and gently tug the hairs between your navel and your genitals with my
teeth. Then slowly I trail my tongue across
your skin towards your dick. By now animal
instinct has taken over and you are really excited, your dick is desperate to
swell but the string binding it won’t allow it to. Me licking, biting and sucking your thighs
and around your groin arouses you even more. What started as an ache in your balls is now
becoming an excruciating pain in your dick.
You try desperately to think of the awful things that I have done to you
so far so that your desire will disappear, but it is useless because my pussy
is so close to your face, sometimes just touching your lips, and the things I
am doing with my mouth near your dick are driving you mad. Your arms and legs are straining at the
straps as you writhe around on the table.
The torment that I am putting you through is unbearable. It is impossible for you to try and pretend
in your mind that you are elsewhere so that you will not be turned on.
Just as you think you can take the agony no more I suddenly
stop teasing you and lean back to sit on your face. You cannot breathe and start struggling which
makes me laugh and push my pussy harder into your face until you cannot move your
head at all. While I am sitting there,
to amuse myself, I remove the bull dog clips from your nipples one at a time and
start putting them elsewhere on your skin.
Each time they pinch different parts of your skin your body jumps as the
pain hits you. Your screams as the blood
rushes back to your nipples and the clips bite your flesh all over are silent,
my pussy effectively blocking any noise from you.
At the same time your lungs feel as if they are going to
explode through lack of oxygen. Your
heart pounds painfully in your chest as panic sets
in. But just as you are about to lose
consciousness I lift my pussy off your face.
You start to cough and desperately try to suck in air, your chest
heaving with the effort of trying to get enough air into your lungs.
‘Oh, my poor little
dog, I think you need a drink to help you stop coughing’.
Then before you have a chance to react or recover fully I piss
straight into your mouth. I am not very
good at aiming so your face is also covered in piss leaving it soaking
wet. When I have finished I climb off
the table, laughing.
‘Did you enjoy your drink dog?’
The expression on your face tells me you are terrified and did
not enjoy it one bit but the expression on my face tells you that there is only
one answer.
Bewildered by my casual cruelty and terrified of what else I
might do to you, you decide to try a different approach, hoping that your
earlier outburst has not ruined any chance you had of surviving this
torture. Still coughing and spluttering
you manage to reply ‘I am here to serve you Meesteres. I will drink whatever
you choose to give me with pleasure’.
This makes me laugh even more because I know exactly what is
going through your mind and I am not fooled for a minute. You can pretend as much as you like but I
know that you are nowhere near broken.
Releasing the straps binding your stomach and hands from the
table I pull you by the hair into a sitting position, so that I can secure your
hands again behind your back. Then I
release your legs and attach a leash to your collar before pulling you over to
the stocks in the corner of the room. No
instruction is needed you know what to do.
Cautiously you rest your neck on the bottom piece of wood while I close
and padlock the stocks so that your neck is held firmly. Then I release your hands leaving them
free. Immediately you place them on the
stocks to try and support some of your body weight to ease the pressure on your
throat. Next I force your legs wide
apart with a leg separator and bind your ankles to each end.
Without warning a squirt of cold gel hits your arsehole
followed by my hand rubbing the gel in and around your hole. Your arse tightens instinctively as you
realise what is about to happen. You are
terrified but unable to move. You’ve
never believed in God but at that moment you start praying silently, hoping
against hope that I am not really going to rape you. Of all the things I could do to you; the pain
and torture this is the one thing you cannot cope with. To be forced to have
sex is one thing but to be raped in such a humiliating way is devastating.
When I am done lubricating your anus I move to stand in
front of you holding a large vibrator in my hand. Turning it on and placing the
tip of it against your lips you know what you have to do. Forcing back the tears you open your mouth
and accept the vibrator into it. Clumsily
you start sucking on it, gagging each time it is forced towards the back of
your throat.
‘Well I can see that you haven’t done that before. You’d make a shit whore. No guy would pay you for a blow job that bad! I would have
thought that you would be a natural at giving head. You look like a cock sucker. Oh well, I guess appearances can be deceptive.
I’ll just have to make sure you get plenty more practice’.
Stung by the harsh words and the humiliation of being called
a cock sucker your face turns red and the tears start falling freely.
Completely ignoring your distress I stand really close to
you and lift your head back slightly by the hair so that you have a good view
of what I am going to do next.
‘You had better keep your head held high cock sucker. I want you to enjoy the show’.
Parting my pussy lips with one hand I insert the lubricated
vibrator into my cunt. Slowly I push it in and out, at the same time
fingering my clit. My breathing rapidly
becomes heavier and quicker as the vibrator turns me on. Faster and faster I thrust it into me until a
waterfall of cum pours from me as I orgasm again and again.
I feel quite shaky afterwards but manage to smile and say
‘you see slave how pleasurable a vibrator is.
Because I am such a kind Mistress I am going to allow you to share that
pleasure with me. I know that you are a
virgin so I will be gentle with you for your first time. But once you have been arse fucked by me, I
own you completely, and your masculinity is lost’.
Then I walk behind you and put the vibrator, still covered
in my juices, against the opening of your arsehole, which straight away
tightens again.
‘Don’t tighten yourself Roy; it will only make it more
painful for you. Just relax; you can’t stop it happening so you may as well
make it as easy as possible on yourself’.
You wonder how the hell you are supposed to relax when you
are about to have a dildo forced into your arse! Taking a few deep breaths knowing
that you can’t stop the inevitable you try your best to loosen your muscles but
as soon as the tip of the vibrator penetrates you your muscles tighten
again. You think about begging me to stop,
but know in your heart that you will be wasting your time; I have made it quite
clear I intend to own you body and soul.
All you have left is your pride so remaining silent you bite your lip
and hope that it is over quickly.
Very slowly, I push the dildo in and out, each time pushing
it a bit further into your arse. You are
sweating at the pain but are determined not to scream. Eventually I am able to push the dildo all
the way in, which pleases me. Once it is
in, I thrust it in and out as I did to myself, faster and faster. Although it is agony for you, the rhythm of
it going in and out starts turning you on.
You are horrified that your body can betray you in such a way. You are being raped in the arse and your body
is enjoying it!! The pressure builds in your dick as it tries to grow inside
its prison. Soon the burning in your
anus is joined by the excruciating pain in your tightly bound dick.
Arse fucking you has also unexpectedly turned me on. What I consider to be gay stuff does
absolutely nothing for me at all. Raping
you was not intended to be a sexual experience for me, merely a way to assert
my dominance over you. But not one to
pass up the opportunity to cum again I use my free hand to rub my clit as the
other abuses you. After a few more
minutes of hell for you I can feel an orgasm building in me again and just as I
cum I force the vibrator hard into your arse, making you cry out with pain.
The tears continue falling as you sob quietly to
yourself. You have finally sunk to the
lowest level of degradation. You realise
that this was not about punishing you; this was about breaking your spirit. It looks as if I achieved my aim.
‘Well that was good. Don’t you agree?’
You reply with a whispered ‘Yes Ma’am. I am glad that my
body has given you pleasure. Thank you’.
Just then I hear the telephone ringing. Shit. ‘That is a
pity bitch, I was enjoying that, but that is probably one of my friends ringing
for a chat, and you know how I talk for hours on the phone. I will come back later to release you. Be good, and don’t go anywhere without me
will you!’ I laugh again, because we
both know you aren’t going anywhere.
Unfortunately, I have forgotten to remove the string from
your dick and balls and I have left the vibrator in your arse. I hope it isn’t too uncomfortable for you
while you wait for me to finish talking to my friend…………..
Chapter 4
As soon as you hear the cellar door click shut you break
down sobbing uncontrollably. What did
you do in your life that was so bad that God, if he exists, could abandon you
to such a cruel fate?
Eventually the tears stop; you are too exhausted to cry any
more. You are at a crossroads now; you
can either accept your life as it is until all that is left of you is an empty
shell, a robot without feelings or you can fight for your freedom. It might
take time for you to build enough trust in me to allow you to serve me
unfettered by chains but as soon as the opportunity arises you will take it.
You were foolish not to take your chance when you had it, but you reason to
yourself you were still in shock at what has happened to you and weren’t thinking
clearly, and okay, maybe a little you were thinking with your dick. But if you
don’t escape it is unlikely with the way things appear to be going that you will
have a dick for much longer. There is
nothing left of the nice girl you once met.
You accepted that you would be punished for thinking of escaping but
assumed that it would be a whipping and would be over quickly. You are devastated at the pleasure I appear
to be getting from torturing and abusing you today. You have
to escape.
Feeling stronger now that you have resolved to fight for
your freedom at the first available opportunity you decide that the best
tactics to use are to make me believe that you are completely broken and
subservient. So although it is tempting
to remove the throbbing vibrator from your arse with
your hands that have been left free you resist the urge. To do so would only bring more punishment
down upon you and would incur my anger again.
You need to keep me happy so that I drop my guard; so gritting your
teeth you leave it in place and just wait.
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Two hours pass before I return to the cellar. You are dripping with sweat and breathing
heavily with the effort of trying to remain upright. The pain in your arse is now just a dull
throb; the vibrator no longer pulsating inside your arse as
the batteries have long since run out. In your weakened state you are finding it
difficult to remain standing, but knowing that if your legs give way you will
either break your neck or strangle yourself in the stocks.
So lost are you in your private hell that my voice startles
you.
‘Oh dear slave, did I forget to remove the vibe? I hope you
are grateful for the extra time I have given you of pleasure. I’m sure you will show your appreciation to
me. But I hope there is no shit on it
because I might want to use it myself later.
You know that if there is, you will have to lick it clean for me. Now do you have anything to say to me?’
Wearily you raise your head as much as you can to look at
me. Exhausted and unable to think
straight you are puzzled by my question and do not know what the expected
answer is. Perhaps you are supposed to
beg me to remove the vibrator and release you.
‘Please Meesteres I have been punished enough. Please release me and allow me to serve you
as a true slaaf should’.
I look at you and shake my head ‘you still haven’t learnt
have you? The only time you beg for
anything is when you beg to be punished for not being a good slave. You are supposed to say “Thank you Mistress
for the pleasure you have allowed me. But I have yet to receive my final
punishment from you. I would be grateful if you could continue punishing me.” Do you understand slave?’
Wondering how you will possibly endure any more torture but
knowing there is nothing you can do to stop it there is only one answer you can
give ‘Yes Meesteres I understand and I apologise for not
answering correctly. Please continue to
punish me as you see fit.’
‘So my little Dutch pet what do you think should be a
fitting final punishment for you today, considering that you have committed the
biggest crime a slave can commit, by trying to escape from your owner?’
‘I am so sorry Meesteres I know that it was wrong to leave
when you placed your trust in me, but I hope that you will give consideration
when you decide your final punishment that I came back to you, because I know
my place is to be with you and to serve you for the rest of my life. I will never try to escape again.’
‘That wasn’t the question Dutch boy. Now answer the question
that I asked!’
Quietly you reply ‘I deserve to be whipped Meesteres’.
‘Well if that is the punishment you think you deserve that
is the punishment I will give you. But I
think that as it was your feet that helped you escape, it is your feet that
should take the punishment. But first I
want my vibrator back. I had better warn
you that when I remove it, because you were an arse virgin you will find that
you will have the automatic reaction to want to shit yourself. If you do and it lands on my floor you will
eat it, do I make myself understood?’
‘Yes Meesteres I understand’.
As I reach behind you and grab the vibrator you squeeze your
arse muscles together desperately hoping that you will not shit yourself. You know that you would never be able to eat
it even if I tried to force you. The
thought of doing so makes you feel really sick.
As you prepare yourself you can not help but think of the days when you
were in the Navy, free to do what you wanted and free to be a man, not a
woman’s property and plaything, to be used and abused. How could your life have changed so
quickly? The thought of freedom and your
old life makes you want to cry all over again and the tears start running down
your face again. I notice them and ask
you why you are crying, when you know that you have brought this punishment on
yourself by being disobedient. You dare not
confess the real reason why you are crying incase I laugh at you, because that
will make you feel worse, so instead you tell me it is because you are so
ashamed at having let your Meesteres down.
You want to serve me the best that you can, and you are ashamed that I
have been disappointed with you.
As I look at your tear stained face the remaining anger I
had disappears. I think the punishment
already meted out to you is enough.
Raping you has almost destroyed you.
Nothing will be gained by whipping your feet.
‘Hmmm slave, I am in a generous mood. If I give you another chance to serve me will
you swear on your life that you will do exactly what I demand, without
hesitation and without question?’
Surprised by my sudden compassion, you agree immediately to
my demands. Anything to make the pain
and humiliation stop.
‘Yes Meesteres I swear on my life, I have learnt my
lesson. I promise I will not hesitate in
anything you ask me to do’.
‘Ok I am prepared to suspend your final punishment and allow
you to show me that you mean what you say, but one mistake and I will get rid
of you’.
Then slowly and deliberately I pull the vibrator from your
arse, making you grunt with discomfort.
Your anal muscles start contracting and you immediately have a strong
urge to push. You squeeze your muscles
as tight as you can so that you do not shit yourself. After the humiliation of being arse fucked
you want to try and retain some dignity.
Soiling yourself would be mortifying, even more so if you were forced to
eat it.
Next I release your legs and finally your head from the
stocks. Your back is aching from being
bent over for so long and you long to stretch out to relieve the pain but dare
not. You also desperately need the toilet
but know better than to ask me if you can go.
‘Now show me respect slave for being kind to you’.
Slowly and awkwardly you drop to your knees and kiss my
boots, all the while squeezing your arse muscles together to keep from messing
yourself.
‘That is not the respect I taught you. Prostrate yourself on the floor you stupid
idiot! Are all Dutch men stupid or just
you?’
Immediately you drop onto your stomach and spread your arms
and legs as wide as you can. Now you can
kiss my boots’. You do so eagerly,
hoping that I will be pleased with your efforts.
‘Ok that will do slave, now go and use the toilet before you
soil the floor’.
Gratefully you start crawling to the toilet in the corner of
the room. Sitting on the toilet you let
your muscles relax and your bowels open immediately making your arse sting, but
you are relieved that you managed to get to the toilet in time. You could not imagine the complete
degradation you would have felt at having to eat it from the floor. You also want to pee but are not sure how you
can when your dick is completely bound.
You know better than to ask me to remove the string, but knowing that
you can not hold your bladder much longer, and this might be the only chance
you have to use the toilet for a long time, you force your pee out. It covers the string making it soaking
wet. You hope that when it dries it will
not shrink and become tighter round your dick.
When you have finished you crawl back to me on your hands
and knees and again prostrate yourself on the floor.
‘Hmm maybe you are learning after all. Now I need to piss, but I am not going to use
a stinking toilet used by a slave. What
do you suggest I do bitch?’
With a sinking heart you know what the answer is ‘Please
Meesteres I would be honoured if you would use me as your toilet’.
Turning over to lie on your back you open your mouth
waiting. I am amazed at this sudden transformation. Perhaps you won’t need much more training
after all.
‘Now remember slave if any piss drips on the floor you will
clean it up with your tongue.’
As I stand with my feet either side of your head I gaze into
your eyes and smile as I crouch down to squat over your face.
Feeling generous I say ‘Are you ready for me slave?’
‘Yes Ma’am I am……..’
Before the word ‘ready’ is out of your mouth I let go with
the first stream of hot golden fluid. It
hits the back of your throat nearly choking you, but you manage to swallow
it. It tastes salty and although the
first time you drank my piss made you want to be sick, you are becoming used to
the taste and perversely, you are becoming aroused but yet again the rope round
your dick once again stops you becoming hard.
The pain is almost unbearable as the blood rushes to your dick but
cannot make it erect. Your face turns
pink at the humiliation of being turned on by drinking another human being’s
bodily fluids. Your reaction to some of
the things I have done to you worries you and you hope to God that you are not
turning into a pervert. You don’t have any more time to think about it though
because I have stopped peeing and I require your attention.
Lifting your head off the ground slightly so that your
tongue is in my pussy, you lick enthusiastically until I am dry. Even when your task is finished you do not
stop. The scent and taste of my pussy is
turning you on and you want more. Your
tongue darts in and out of my pussy and teases my clitoris. Although I had not intended to allow you the
honour of pleasuring me I am already excited and decide that you can lick me
until I cum. It seems that both of us
cannot get over the physical attraction that underpins our relationship. Yet again I am about to allow my desire to
rule my head.
Being in control of you and knowing that you are mine to
take whenever I want is incredibly erotic.
Your apparent eagerness to please me sends a thrill through me. I want you to lick me to as many orgasms as
possible. But I am not comfortable
squatting for so long over your face so I stand up and walk over to your bed,
lying down on the edge with my legs spread wide apart.
‘Come here dog and lick your Mistress’.
Eagerly you crawl over to the bed. You are hoping that if you do a good job I
will unbind your dick and allow you to fuck me.
When you reach the bed you put your head immediately between my legs and
continue licking and sucking. My heart
beats faster and my breathing becomes heavier as your tongue works its magic on
my clitoris. Without being told to you
even tease my anus with your tongue.
Then without thinking you start to caress my stomach and legs with your
hands then start working your way up my body with your tongue until you reach
my breasts. You gently lift them out of
the top of the corset so that they are exposed to you. My nipples are already hard because your
tongue and gently caressing hands on my skin are making me excited. Goose bumps appear across my skin as you cup
my breasts in your hands and squeeze them gently while your tongue circles my
nipples.
You are pleased that you are giving me so much pleasure, and
also pleased knowing that although I may own your body, you are in control when
it comes to giving me that pleasure. Just before you kiss me on the lips you
look into my eyes and ask ‘Am I pleasing you Tracey? Am I the best lover you
have ever had?’
Hearing you say those words and calling me by my name brings
me sharply back to reality. What the hell am I doing?? I am allowing my slave
to do what he likes to my body! I have
allowed my desire for you to take over my senses yet again! I am really angry with myself for dropping my
guard. How on earth can I be so
stupid? To put myself in this position
twice in as many days! I don’t deserve
to own a slave. I certainly don’t know how to own one! I thought it was only
men who are ruled by their dicks but it looks as if I’m just as pathetic! Just
as I feel the anger rising within me another terrible
thought occurs to me. You are not
manacled! All you are wearing is your
slave collar. Shit!
As you lean over me you see the expression on my face change
from lust to anger and then to fear.
Just as I have realised the position I have allowed myself to be put in,
you also realise the same thing. You are
free from bondage and you are on top of me.
There is nothing standing between you and freedom. You may be fairly weak from the appalling
treatment you have received but you are still strong enough to overpower me.
We are both frozen in time, thinking different things about
the situation. You never believed the
opportunity to be free would come so quickly.
But now that the opportunity has come you are in a dilemma. You haven’t had time to plan things properly.
The most obvious option is to tie me up or lock me in the cage and making your
escape. However, this plan causes an
immediate problem as you remember that I have told you there is a tracking
device in your collar, so once I am free I can hunt you to the ends of the
earth to capture you and bring you back.
The second option is to reverse our roles. You can put me in bondage and become my
Master, although you are not comfortable with this idea as you are not
naturally dominant. You have never hurt
a woman in your life, and the thought of hurting me to break my will as I have
tried to do to you makes you feel uneasy.
You want us to be equal but you know that will never happen. The third
option is to do nothing and allow the pain and humiliation to continue for the
rest of your life. When you returned to
my bed you believed you could handle whatever I chose to do to you, but the
reality of being brutally raped by a woman you thought you could grow to love
has opened your eyes to the realities of being a slave. Although I am as much of a drug to you as you
are to me you know that you will not survive a lifetime of brutality.
We both move at the same time. I have realised I must quickly take control
and get you back in chains and you have decided that the second option is the
only answer. I raise my knee to hit you
in the bollocks but with you lying on top of me I can’t put enough force behind
it. It hurts but is not painful enough
to throw you off balance. I hit you
across the face, raking my nails down your cheek drawing blood. It stings and you automatically raise a hand
to your face. I take the opportunity to
push against your chest with all my strength, throwing you off me and on to the
floor. For a moment you are stunned and
don’t react, but then adrenaline kicks in and you are ready to fight. You grab me by an ankle and pull me roughly
onto the floor. I cry out as my head
hits the floor and for a moment you hesitate because you don’t want to hurt me. I quickly recover and launch myself at you
hitting out wildly. But although you are
weak from lack of food and the punishment I have put your body through, the
adrenaline flowing through your body gives you the strength you need. You quickly force me to the ground and sit
astride me pinning my arms above my head.
We are both breathing heavily and the sight of my exposed breasts
heaving excites you. Damn! The bloody string
round your dick is hurting like mad; you are desperate to remove it but first
you need to make sure I am secured so I can not hurt you again. You look around the room to see what suitable
restraints there are that you can secure me to without moving me too far - you
don’t want to give me the chance to fight you again. In the middle of the floor there is a length
of chain padlocked to a ring in the floor but no cuffs attached to it. Initially dismissing it as being no use you
spot a padlock lying nearby, casually discarded by me previously. Holding my wrists together in one of your
hands you drag me kicking and screaming along the floor to the chain and sit on
me again.
‘Don’t you fucking dare to chain me up you shit. You’re the
slave, not me. Now let me go before I
make you regret it!’
‘Hmm I think I am not going to be the one to regret anything
Meesteres, I mean Tracey. I think you
will find that – how do you English say it? ‘The boot is on the other
foot’. I am in charge now, and don’t
think I will forget the things you have done to my poor body. You obviously enjoy doing those things. So let’s see how you enjoy having them done
to you!’
‘You wouldn’t dare! I
have paid a lot of money for you and in the eyes of law of this country, you
are my property! Now you had better
remember that and get your fucking worthless body off me!’
You do not answer me this time but grab the chain with your
free hand and wrap it tightly round my wrists, securing it with the padlock.
‘Ouch that fucking hurts, take it off now!’
‘You think that hurts Tracey? You must have a very low pain
threshold. Real pain is what you put me
through when you whipped me until I bled.
Real pain is having a dildo forced up your kont
(arse) and being buggered with it. Real
pain is having your penis and balls bound with rope so tightly that it makes
you want to scream when the blood rushes to it, and you can’t have an erection. I hope for your sake, that you lose your
arrogant attitude and become compliant to my demands very quickly, because if
you think that the chain around your wrists is painful, you are in for a shock!’
‘You fucking hurt me you piece of shit and you’re a dead
man!’
‘Do you know Tracey; I am tired of hearing your foul mouth. You may look like a Goddess but you have a
mouth like the inside of a toilet. It is
filthy. Why do you swear so much? It is
not very pleasant to hear that sort of language from a lady. Perhaps I should put your head down the toilet
and flush water over you. Do you think
that would clean the foul words from your mouth? After all you thought it was good enough to clean
the shit from my mouth.’
I look at you in horror and realise just how much trouble I
am in. I am now wishing I had been a bit
kinder to you today. While my head is
spinning with thoughts of all the horrible things you can do to me you continue
speaking.
‘But I am not going to do that to you, because unlike you I
am not sadistic. But I will not allow
you to speak again until you can promise me that you will no longer swear, but
first I must remove this rope, that you so cruelly bound round my penis. Perhaps I should make you remove it with your
teeth, but then again you would probably take the opportunity to bite it hard.’
‘I wouldn’t just bite your dick you bastard I would tear it
off and then I would leave you to bleed to death on the floor.’
What the hell did I say that for? I can’t seem to stop myself from either
saying or doing cruel things. I know
that I should be saying nice things to you to try and persuade you to free me
but I am so mad I can’t control my temper.
‘I am so disappointed to hear you say that Tracey. If you can’t say anything nice you will not
say anything at all’.
‘Oh yeah tough guy, if you think you can shut me up you are
sadly mistaken!’
I quickly realise how wrong I am when you rip off my briefs
and stuff them in my mouth. Knowing that
I will spit them out and they are not enough to silence me you look around for
something to keep me totally silent. Standing up you make your way to the
‘implements’ cupboard. Rummaging around
you find a leather strap and a pair of scissors. You also notice several other pieces of
equipment which appear to be items of torture.
You shudder as you realise that I would probably have used those things
on you for punishment if you had been a slave any longer. Quickly shutting the cupboard door you return
to my side. First you force the leather
strap between my teeth and buckle it tightly at the back of my head. The look I give you is pure hatred but
instead of being scared, which you would have been if you were the one in chains,
you laugh and kiss my cheek. That makes
me madder than ever. I am so angry I
feel as if I will explode. You are sooooooo going to pay for this!
Next you carefully use the scissors to cut your genitals
free from the bindings, feeling tremendous relief when they are free although they
feel really sore and tender. You won’t
be using your penis for a while! Unfortunately because gazing at me lying
helpless on the floor, still wearing the sexy outfit you quite fancy screwing
me. But never mind, you think to yourself. It’s not as if I am going anywhere!
The immediate problem is that you don’t have a plan, and you
don’t really know what you are going to do with me. You are reluctant to enslave me, because if
you break my spirit I will no longer be the exciting and strong woman that you started
to fall in love with, but if you don’t break my spirit you will never be able
to let me go free, because as soon as I am you will be in deep shit again. You are so inexperienced at this sort of
thing that you have no idea what to do next.
You decide that the best thing to do will be to look on the internet to
see if there are any sites which can give you any ideas on what to do, or maybe
you will find a site that sells some sort of drug that you can give me to calm
me down and make me a nicer person. You
also need to find a way to remove your collar.
‘Okay Tracey, I am going to leave you now for a while, until
you calm down and I have decided what to do with you.’
While you are talking you make the mistake of standing too
close to me and I take the opportunity to kick out at you as hard as I can. I catch you on the shin with the heel of my
boot, making you grunt in pain. You
realise that you are going to have to be very careful because I will use any
opportunity I get to inflict injury to you, or try to escape. Although I look really sexy lying there with
my thigh high boots on, you do not want to feel the heel of those boots on your
body again. That is twice now that I
have inflicted pain on you with them.
You bend down to try and take them off but I won’t lie still; trying to
kick you at every opportunity. Finally
you give up and sit on my legs and then remove the boots. You smile to yourself as you take them off, remembering
the number of times I have made you remove them with your teeth, but not this
time!
Going back to the cupboard to find something to bind my legs
you find a pair of ankle cuffs with removable links between them. You take out all the links except one and
snap them shut round my ankles. When you
have finished you stand up. Looking at
me you notice that the lacing on my corset has started to come undone. Leaning over you take the laces in your hands
and start re-threading them through the eyelets but stopping at the eyelets
under my breasts. Then you pull the
laces tight, making it difficult for me to breathe. I try and tell you that you are pulling too
tight but the words come out as a mumble.
‘Sorry Tracey are you trying to say
something? No? Okay then I will continue’.
Then you put one foot on my chest and push down forcing me
to take a deep breath in. As soon as I
do you pull the laces even tighter and tie them securely under my breasts so
that there is no chance of them coming loose again.
I can’t breathe properly because the corset is now so tight
it is squashing my diaphragm. I start
panicking and breathing too quickly which makes me feel light headed. You kneel down beside me and gently stroke my
hair whispering that everything will be alright and I just need to breathe more
slowly. When I finally calm down you
stand up and repeat that you are going to leave me for a while until you decide
what to do with me, casually adding that I should be grateful to you for you
lacing me up tightly, because my waist is now very tiny, and isn’t that what
all women want? And it makes my breasts, which are still exposed, look even
bigger which is just what you want.
‘So Tracey we both have what we want from your corset don’t
we!’
Then you walk away without a backward glance, turning out
the light and leaving me in the dark to contemplate my fate, just as I had done
to you.
Chapter 5
The first
thing you do when you leave the room you have come to think of as your bedroom
is to go to the kitchen. You are
absolutely starving and cook yourself a huge plate of bacon, eggs, mushrooms
etc. The smell as it is cooking makes your
stomach rumble. You look in the fridge
for some beers. It is a long time since
you drank anything other than water or piss and the thought of drinking an ice
cold beer is heaven, but there is no beer in the fridge. Fuck, ze drinkt
geen bier, dat herinner ik me nu pas, ze drinkt
alleen maar rode wijn en thee...., oke nu niet meer,
ik ga de hele koelkast met bier vullen, en dan
When you have eaten you go upstairs to hunt for some
clothes. In the guest bedroom you find a
pair of combat trousers and a pair of commando boots. Surprisingly both are your size. You assume they belong to an ex boyfriend of
mine, who for some reason has left them behind, but you are just grateful that
you have found something to fit you. Unfortunately,
there is no top to go with them. You
know that it would look strange and draw unwanted attention to yourself if you
left the house in the middle of winter with no top on. Also your slave collar would be immediately
obvious to others. The only option is to look through my clothes and see if you
can find anything that can be worn by a man or woman, although as I am a lot
smaller than you, you doubt anything will fit.
Slowly you walk along the corridor to my bedroom. When you reach it you hesitate at the
door. You are uncomfortable entering
your Meesteres’ bedroom without permission.
As you stand there hesitating you realise how brainwashed you have
become. Waar ben ik
eigenlijk bang voor? ik ben niet langer een
slaaf, ik zal binnenkort een vrij man zijn,
als ik maar
die verdomde halsband af
You push the door open, and stand there for a while looking
in. My bed dominates the room and the
memories of the times we made love before you were enslaved come back to
you. It makes you feel sad when you
remember, and you wonder what made me change from the kind and sweet person you
met when your ship came to
Gulping back more wine from the bottle to give yourself
courage you finally enter the room and moving to a chest of drawers you open
the top drawer which contains my underwear.
You can not resist picking up a pair of virginal white silk briefs and
smoothing them across your cheek. The
softness of them gives you a hard on, which is quite painful as your dick is
still sore from being bound. Returning
them to the drawer you move to the wardrobe to find elegant clothes hanging
there. You are confused as they are
completely different to the type of clothes that I always wear in front of
you. They are definitely not the sort of
clothes worn by a woman who can constantly dream up new ways of inflicting pain
and humiliation on another human being.
Closing the wardrobe door realising there is nothing there for you, you
return to the chest of drawers. In the
third drawer down you find a pile of tops and casual T-shirts. Selecting a plain white
T-shirt. you put it on. It stretches tightly across your torso as it
is too small, but it doesn’t look too bad, and it is better than nothing.
Then you turn your attention back to my underwear drawer and
pick up the silk briefs again. You want
to put them down but you can not help yourself holding them, they feel so soft
to the touch, and the thought that I have worn them is exciting. Without thinking about what you are doing you
remove your trousers and boots and slip on the briefs. You are surprised when they fit quite
comfortably but realise that you have lost weight since being captured all
those weeks ago. Hardly
surprising considering your starvation diet. You feel embarrassed at putting them on and
don’t know why you feel the urge to wear them, but you keep them on anyway and
pull your trousers back up over them.
Conscious of the amount of time you have left me chained in
the cellar you need to quickly plan what you are going to do. It is time to look on the internet for tips
on how to deal with me. You find my
computer in the study and switch it on.
Shit you need a password to log in.
You get three attempts and then the computer is locked. You realise that you are going to have to get
me to tell you the password. You wonder how the hell you are going to do
that. I am unlikely to co-operate with
you. Before you do you decide to open another bottle of wine, the first one
already drunk.
It takes only half an hour to drink the second bottle. Funny how it doesn’t taste
quite so disgusting after a while.
When the second bottle is finished you return to the
basement. Nervously you approach me
unsure what to do or say. I can sense
your fear and that gives me confidence that I will still be able to control
you. The time I have been left bound has not cooled my anger. The floor is ice cold and hard. I have not been able to lay comfortably,
every position I try to lie in makes my body ache. I have lost the feeling in my hands because
the chain is so tight it is cutting off the circulation, and I am shivering
uncontrollably because I am nearly naked and the basement is freezing. I am also desperate for a drink because the
briefs you stuffed in my mouth have soaked up my saliva and my mouth is now really
dry.
Squatting down next to me you can see how mad I still
am. This is not going to be easy you
realise.
‘Tracey, I want you to listen carefully to me. If I remove your gag, will you promise not to
swear or to hurl abuse at me? I need to
ask you a question. If you answer it
truthfully I will give you a drink and make you more comfortable. If you do not do as I ask and you answer my
question with a lie, I will have no choice but to force the answer from you,
and I can promise you that you will not like what I will do’.
I have no choice but to nod my head in agreement. I am desperate to be released, but I am also
not going to give in that easily to you.
I am curious what question you need an answer to and whether I can get
away with telling you a lie. Carefully,
you remove the leather strap leaving me to spit out my briefs which is
difficult when my mouth and tongue are so dry.
‘You fucking bitch!
Have you any idea how cold I am?
I have no feeling in my hands because there is no blood left in
them. Release me now!’
‘Actually Tracey, I do know how cold you are, I have spent many hours in this room myself,
with no clothes on at all, and your discomfort now compared to what I have felt
after many hours left alone naked in painful bondage, is nothing. Now I warned you not to swear or shout abuse
at me. I don’t think it is very kind of you to call me a bitch. That is what you would call a slaaf (slave), and I am
clearly not your slaaf am I? Now do you want me to gag you again and leave
you for longer, until you have calmed down?’
I am about to hurl more abuse at you when I notice what you
are wearing. I start laughing as you
obviously have no idea of what wearing those trousers and boots means to me.
‘I am glad you find the situation so amusing Tracey, but I
don’t think you will be laughing for very long’.
‘I’m laughing you idiot because you sit there in front of me
declaring that you are not my slave, when you are wearing the slave clothes
that I bought especially for you. Now
that is really funny!’
‘What do you mean? These combat trousers and boots have been
left here by your ex boyfriend’.
‘What on earth gave you that idea? Of course they don’t belong to my ex. He was
a civilian not a serviceman! Don’t you
wonder why they fit you so perfectly? It
is my fantasy to have my slave wearing combats and I bought them for you. I see that you are also wearing my
T-shirt. I bet anything you are wearing
a pair of my panties as well! You must be a tranny or
a poof!’
With that I start laughing again and can’t stop. Your face turns red with embarrassment. You feel so humiliated. How the hell did I guess you are wearing my
briefs and why did the only clothes you could find turn out to be your slave
uniform. You can’t believe that I am
tied up and helpless and the one who should be scared and humiliated, but I
have in fact still managed to completely humiliate you. The two bottles of wine you drank are
starting to affect you, but it is not having the same effect as beer does to
you. You don’t feel happy and relaxed;
drinking the wine after so much time without alcohol, combined with the
humiliation you are feeling is fuelling your anger and aggression.
‘You are such a bitch Tracey. I really don’t think you have any heart left
at all. I was hoping that I would only
have to talk to you to make you see sense and for you to change back into that
kind girl I once knew. But that isn’t
going to happen is it? I didn’t leave
when I had the chance because I had feelings for you and hoped that over time
you would come to love me and not see me as just your slave. But my loyalty to you has counted for
nothing. You have put me through hell in the time that you have owned me, and
even now when you are at my mercy you still laugh at me. Well you won’t be laughing much longer. Let’s see how you like being a slave!!’
I start laughing again and without thinking about what comes
out of my mouth I say ‘Fuck off
I stop laughing when you slap me hard across the face. You stand up and I assume you are going to
leave me alone again, but that is wishful thinking. I have made you really mad, and with the
alcohol inside you, you are not thinking properly. The gentle kind
Realising with sudden clarity the trouble I am in I grit my
teeth and say pleasantly ‘Ok Roy, you’ve had your fun, now let me go and I
promise that I won’t punish you for today.
I can see that you are under a lot of stress and perhaps I have been too
harsh with you. From now on, I will
treat you with more respect and allow you more freedom, but you have to release
me now’.
It has taken a lot of effort for me to say that, and I don’t
really mean a word of it. When I am free
you are going to pay big time!
You don’t bother to answer me; your head is so filled with
anger you are not listening. You drag me
across the floor by my wrists not caring that you are hurting me in the
process. When you reach the chain with
the hook attached to the end of it which is hanging from the ceiling in the
middle of the room you drag me to my feet and forcing my arms above my head attach
the handcuffs to it. You then remove the
link from the ankle cuffs and forcing my legs wide apart attach the cuffs to
separate chains and attach the other end of each chain to rings set in the
floor. While you are doing this I keep
talking to you, desperately hoping that you will listen to me. I am becoming really scared now. When I think of the sadistic and humiliating
things I have done to you in the last few weeks I am terrified at what you will
do to me. You have always been kind and
gentle and seemed resigned to your fate.
I have never worried that you would turn on me. Perhaps that was my mistake. Maybe you are just trying to frighten me and
teach me a lesson. Surely, you will
listen to me and let me go.
‘Please
‘Will you shut the fuck up?
All of a sudden, now that you are in deep shit Tracey you start calling
me Roy. For weeks now all I have been
called is a piece of shit, dog or slave.
You have rarely shown me any kindness, even though I have tried my best
to serve you. Now as much as I would
love to hear you beg for mercy, and to hear your screams, I can’t stand your
whining so I am going to gag you’.
When I refuse to open my mouth for you to gag me you pinch
my nose closed so that I am forced to open my mouth to breathe. As soon as I do you force the gag into my
mouth and buckle the ends so tightly I wince with the pain.
Then you turn the pulley which raises the chain in the ceiling
until my body is stretched so tightly I am completely immobile. My arms and legs feel as if they are about to
be pulled from their sockets the bondage is so extreme, and there is nothing I
can do about it except try and cope with the agony it is bringing me.
You stand back to have a good look at me hanging there, with
a smile on your face. For a while you
take the opportunity to caress my semi naked body, even stopping to bite none too
gently on my nipples. Then you move away and return holding a small knife. Oh my God I think you are going to kill
me. I am so terrified I start screaming
but because of the gag all you can hear is a moan. As you walk towards me I piss myself in fear. As I am no longer wearing briefs and my
legs are spread wide apart the hot liquid just gushes out from between my legs
straight onto the floor to form a puddle between my outstretched legs. My face burns with shame and I start to cry.
Watching me humiliate myself makes you smile again. Reaching between my legs you catch some of it
on your fingers which you then lick.
‘Hmmm that tastes good.
I have grown to like the taste of you Tracey. I hope you will also like the taste of
yourself because you will clean that mess up with your tongue when I am
finished with you. Oh and from now on,
the only drinks you will be getting will be my plas
(piss) and my sperma (semen). Oh and I hear that recycling rubbish is
popular in England, so we will recycle your plas as
well, and you can drink that too. Now I
must remove your clothes. As much as I
hate to destroy that rather sexy corset you are wearing. I can not whip you with it on and I am too
lazy to undo the lacing’.
You then use the knife to cut through the corset, letting it
fall to the floor. I am relieved that
you do not intend to kill me, but am terrified at the thought of being whipped
by you. You may not be at full strength
from the weeks of slavery you have endured but you are still a strong guy and
in the mood that you are in now, you are not going to be gentle.
First of all you show me the objects that you have taken
from the cupboard. They are nipple
clamps. I try and struggle to stop you
putting them on my nipples but it is useless, I can’t move at all. My arms and legs are already in excruciating
pain from being so stretched so tightly and from holding my body weight, that
when you put them on my nipples, although the initial pain shocks me, the
feeling is nothing compared to the rest of the pain I am feeling. You leave me hanging there for what seems
like hours but is really only 10 minutes, while you look through the rest of
the torture equipment I have. Some of
it, you think, might come in useful later.
You notice a butt plug, which you decide to use. After all I have already pissed myself and
you don’t want me shitting myself as well once the real pain starts. By the time you close the cupboard door and
return to me I am near to passing out with pain, but the shock of the plug being
forced into my arse without lubrication rouses me immediately and I try and
scream again. Oh god this can’t get any worse! But it does.
The whip you select is the same one I used on your poor body
the first time. You whip me with all
your strength and it is not long before my back and buttocks are bleeding and
covered in angry red welts. Screaming
silently into the gag I have no choice but to endure the beating, praying at
the same time that I will pass out so that the pain stops.
While you are whipping me you are surprised to find that
your dick is rock hard. In your drunken
and anger fuelled brain you can not see the damage you are inflicting, you are
now just overcome by your desire and need to release it. You throw the whip to the floor and lower the
winch so that I collapse first to my knees and then onto my stomach, with my
legs still spread wide apart and lying in my own urine.
Now that you can see my pussy spread wide before you, you
can not control your excitement. You
don’t even bother to pull your trousers down.
You just undo the zip and pull your dick out, giving it a few quick
strokes before grabbing my hips and forcing it into me. The tears run down my face as I sob
uncontrollably into the gag, but you don’t care. You thrust your dick deeper and deeper inside
me, not caring that you are tearing my insides.
When you have cum you wipe your dick clean on my butt, showing me that
you consider me to be just a whore, and then you put your dick back in your
trousers, stand up and walk out of the cellar.
By now you are feeling dizzy and light headed; a combination of all the
alcohol you consumed and the physical exertion.
Making your way to the living room you collapse on the sofa falling
asleep instantly.
Meanwhile I have been left bleeding, naked and in agony
still handcuffed and chained to the floor.
I am in so much pain I’m sure I will die. I am shocked that you could be so vicious and
in that moment I know what true hell is.
I have seriously underestimated you.
You are not the meek and mild mannered man I thought you were. There is a cruel streak in you too, and I
have paid dearly for my mistake. Am I
now going to pay for it with my life?
That is the last thought I have before I finally succumb to
unconsciousness.
Chapter 6
The
following morning you wake with a stinking hangover. You open your bloodshot eyes slowly, the
bright daylight coming through the windows blinding you. Looking around you have
no idea where you are. When you see your
trousers and boots your first thought is that you have been on exercise with
the Navy somewhere and that after a night out drinking you have ended up back
at some girl’s house. You gingerly get
up from the sofa trying to avoid making your headache worse, and going out into
the hallway stumble up the stairs to find the bathroom. You have a piss and then go to the sink. Filling the basin with cold water you splash
it over your face to try and clear your head.
Looking in the mirror the first thing you notice is the collar around
your neck and the scratches on your face.
Wha the hell? (What the hell?) In your
hung-over mind you can’t work out how on earth you ended up with a collar round
your neck and scratches down your face. Was ik betrokken
in een geile sex sessie gisteravond? (Was I involved in a kinky sex session last night?) Your throbbing cock tells you that
you must have been. Shit, ik moet
de halsband afdoen voordat ik naar
het schip terugkeer. Wanner mijn vreinden dit zien, nemen
ze me in de maling, en ben ik de lul
bij de commandant. Ik
moet het meisje zien te vinden
waarmee ik naar huis ben geweest, zodat
ik de sleutel
Your head feels as if it is about to explode with pain. Ik moet teveel hebben gedronken,
ik
A couple of hours later you awake. Your headache has subsided slightly and you
can think a bit more clearly. Lying on
the bed, looking around you realise that this room looks really familiar. Your eyes soon settle on a photo of an
attractive woman with long blonde hair.
The realisation of who the photo is of hits you like a thunder
bolt. With a sick feeling in your
stomach you climb off the bed. You
remember where you are and what you are.
You also remember that you overpowered me but can’t recall what happened
after. You assume we had sex because
your dick is sore but apart from that you don’t know what you did or where I am
now.
You walk slowly downstairs to the kitchen hoping that I will
be there waiting for you, but the room is empty. The living room and study are also empty. Opening the front door you can clearly see my
car sitting in the driveway. I haven’t
gone out. With a sinking feeling you
walk downstairs to the cellar. With a
shaking hand you open the door and turn on the light. The sight that awaits you
makes you want to be sick. Alstublieft, vertel me dat
ik fat niet gedaan heb! (Please tell me I didn’t do that!) As you cautiously step closer to me you can
see the bloody welts all over my back and buttocks. I am not moving and you are terrified that I
am dead. You touch my face relieved that
my skin is still warm. Thank God I’m not
dead but you are horrified at what you have obviously done to me. No matter how badly I have treated you, you
have been brought up by your parents to always respect women. You have never hit a woman in your life, let
alone beaten one almost to death. You
stand up and frantically start looking for the keys to the padlocks so that you
can release my legs from their torturous position. Shit, waar heb ik ze
gelaten ??
(Shit, where did I
leave them?) After ages of
searching the floor and in the cupboard you remember that they are in your
trouser pocket. With shaking hands you
remove the padlocks and take the cuffs off my ankles. Then you remove the handcuffs and carefully
remove the butt plug. You feel sick that
you actually forced that into me. Waar
was ik in vredesnaam naar aan het
denken ?
(What on earth was I thinking of?) You are so ashamed at what you have
done.
As you lean over to remove the gag from my mouth I start to
wake up and when my brain registers where I am and I open my eyes to see you
kneeling in front of me I instinctively try and move away from you, but I don’t
have the strength to move. I start
crying again and my body shakes with pain and the fear of seeing you.
‘Please Tracey, don’t be afraid. I am not going to hurt you. I am so sorry for what I did to you. I beg you to forgive me.’
When you try to remove the gag I shrink from your
touch. I am absolutely terrified and
seeing what you have done to me breaks your heart. You never meant any of this to happen. All you wanted to do was change the way I
treated you.
‘Tracey, I need to remove the gag, I will not hurt you I
promise’.
I lie still while you remove it. Then you notice that I also have clamps on my
nipples. Jezus, wat heb ik
nog meer
gedaan?
(Christ, what
else have I done?) You know that they are really painful and I have
never put them on you for very long periods at a time, but I have had them on
for several hours. You apologise again
and again as you take them off, but I don’t hear what you are saying. My mind is too occupied with the searing pain
brought on by the blood flowing back to my nipples. Sobbing in agony I dare not move incase the
pain intensifies. Wishing with all your
heart that you could take the pain away for me you lift me gently into your
arms and hold me until my body relaxes showing that the pain is subsiding. Then you carry me to your bed and gently lay
me down on it. You realise that I must
desperately need a drink so running quickly to the kitchen you fetch a glass of
water. When you return I’m struggling to
stand, the only thought in my head to try and get away from you. My legs are so unsteady that they refuse to
support me when I stand up. Collapsing
back onto the bed my head droops in defeat.
‘Please Tracey; you don’t need to fear me. I am not going to hurt you. Here, I have brought you some water. Please drink it; it will help you feel
better.’
When I make no move to take the glass from you you raise it to my lips holding it while I sip from
it. When the glass is half empty you put
it on the floor by your bed and go to look for some ointment to put on my
wounds. You know that I have some
because I used it on you, the first time I whipped you really badly. You find it in the bathroom cabinet. This time when you return I am lying on the bed curled into a ball facing the wall.
‘Tracey I am going to bathe your wounds now. It will sting a bit but I will try not to
hurt you.’
I do not acknowledge that I have heard you, my mind is in a
different place, outside the pain my body is
suffering.
Being careful to be gentle you first remove as much dried
blood as you can with a cloth and warm water.
When you are done you apply the ointment knowing that it will sting as
it seeps into the open wounds. Again
there is no response from me as my mind in shock has blocked the physical
trauma.
When you have finished you kneel by
the side of the bed, stroking my hair and face until I fall asleep. Hoe vreemd
As you kneel beside the bed, you don’t know if you can ever
forgive yourself for what you have done.
How can it be, that drinking wine can turn you into such a monster. However, you know in your heart that it is
not just the alcohol that made you do it. It was the horror of being kidnapped
and sold as a slave and then being beaten and abused by a Meesteres who despite
her treatment of you has cast a spell over you.
But you also know that it is no excuse for what you have done and you
make a promise to yourself that you will devote yourself to looking after me
while I recover from the whipping, and after that you do not know what will
happen, your freedom is important but you dare not leave until I am recovered,
and by then it may be too late.
First of all you know that you need to move me, the cellar
is too cold and the bed far too hard for me to be comfortable. Lifting me into your arms again you carry me
upstairs to my bedroom and lay me on my bed.
Then you go to the bathroom to look for some painkillers but can’t find
anything. You know from your own
experience that once I wake up again I will be in agony. You realise that you are going to have to
leave the house and find a shop to get some tablets for the pain. You find my purse on the hall table next to
my car keys. Taking some cash and the
keys you once again leave the house.
It feels strange sitting in the car again. So much has happened since the last time you
sat in it. The thought crosses your mind
that perhaps you should just run away.
By the time I am well enough to hunt you down; you will be far away and
hopefully will have managed to remove your slave collar so that I never find
you. You are desperate to return home
and see your family, but you know that the only reason you are at this moment
free is because of the terrible things you have done to me. You know that you will never be able to live
with your conscience if you walk away now, and leave me lying alone in that
dreadful state.
So you start the car and drive around looking for a shop to
buy the tablets. Driving is difficult
because you have never driven on the left hand side of the road before and all
the controls in the car are on the opposite side. But after a while and a couple of times of
stalling the engine you finally get the hang of it. Eventually you find a pharmacy and park the
car outside. You are nervous about going
into the shop because everyone will be able to see your collar and the
scratches on your face. You are not sure
if I was telling the truth when I said that in
You approach the service counter and are so nervous that you
ask in your own language for some painkillers.
‘Sorry mevrouw,
heeft u voor mij wat pillen
voor de hoofdpijn ?’
(Excuse me Ma’am I would like some headache tablets please)
The woman serving at the counter stares at you both in
amazement at your clothes and curiousness about what language you are
speaking. You can feel yourself turning
red with embarrassment as she stares at your too tight T-shirt and the silver
collar around your neck.
‘That’s an unusual necklace you’re wearing love’ she says
‘are you gay or something? You must be a
poof because only gays where t-shirts that tight’.
You can’t believe she is so rude as to say something like
that to a total stranger, and why does she call you ‘love’ when you don’t even
know her? English people are very
strange you think.
‘Hang on a minute love, I’ve just worked it out, you’re not
gay, you’re a sissy slave aren’t you?
Who do you belong to and what country are you from?’
Without waiting for an answer she continues ‘It’s unusual to
see a slave wearing men’s clothes though.
The ones who come in here usually wear short skirts, stockings and high
heeled shoes. Their owners like them to
be sissys, but I guess your owner hasn’t got that far
with you yet. You must be a new
slave’.
Before you have a chance to say anything she carries on ‘so
which slave market did you end up at then?
It’s unusual to see a white slave in
Jezus! Engeland vind het goed
dat vrouwen slaven houden. Er is niks aan
te doen
om te ontsnappen
tot ik die halsband af
As soon as she gives you the tablets you run out of the shop
and stand outside for a moment trying to calm down. Gebeurt dit mij steeds, elke keer als ik uit
ga? (Is
this going to happen to me every time I go out in public?). Standing there you notice a men’s clothing shop across the road. You check to see how much money you have left
and find there is nearly £20. Perhaps
you can buy a jumper or shirt that will hide the collar round your neck. Although the thought of going through the
same humiliation in yet another shop is not pleasant you know that you can not
walk around the town as you are at the moment, people are looking at you and
some girls are openly laughing. But if
what the woman in the shop said about slaves is true, why haven’t you seen any
others? You don’t have time to think
about that now though, you need to change your top and get home before I wake
up again.
You do go through the same humiliation in the clothes shop
but this time it is a guy who serves you making it even more embarrassing. Choosing a high neck jumper you cautiously
approach the counter to pay. The guy
serving drops his jaw in amazement.
‘Well hello ducky, aint you just a
fine specimen, but I have to say darling that t-shirt is way too tight on you!
Why don’t you let me measure that fine chest of yours and see if I can find
something more suitable for you?’
The guy is so openly gay it makes you cringe, and the thought
of him touching you is disgusting.
Blushing bright red you stammer ‘please Sir I wish to pay
for this jumper.’
He seems delighted that he has made you blush, and clapping
his hands in glee he starts laughing.
After the humiliation in the last shop on top of all that
has happened in the last few hours you are at breaking point. Losing your temper you shout ‘just take the
money for the bloody jumper for fucks sake!’
He stops laughing and leaning over puts his face close to
yours. ‘Who the fuck
do you think you’re talking to, bitch? You call me Sir when you speak to
me. Now kiss my arse and ask me
nicely. If you don’t I will call the
police, who in turn will inform your Owner, and then you will be fucked in more
ways than one slave bitch.’
Turning round he bends over waiting. Jezus hij maakt geen
grapje! (Jesus he isn’t joking!) If he calls the police
you are in deep shit if they find me in the state I’m in, but you can’t kiss
another guy’s arse! The humiliation!
What if he makes you suck his cock!! Shit. But what will happen if you refuse? Do they execute slaves in
He gives you the jumper, laughing at you as he does so and
giving you a quick slap across the backside as you turn to rush out of the shop
with the sound of his laughter ringing in your ears.
Standing outside you quickly put the jumper on, immediately feeling
less noticeable. Giving yourself a
couple of minutes to calm down you look around you observing the passersby and noting that this time no one appears to be
taking any notice of you. Spotting a pub
just down the street you realise you could desperately do with a drink after the
humiliation you have suffered in both shops and the shattering news that you
are a real slave and not just a kidnap victim. You are torn between your obligation
to return to the house to look after me and your need for a drink. After pondering your dilemma for a few
minutes you decide that I will probably still be
asleep and that it will be ok to have a quick drink in a pub before returning
home. After all, this may be your last
chance to enjoy anything like a normal and free life.
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The pub is busy and as you walk through the door the
atmosphere of people laughing and enjoying themselves hits you,
and you are immediately taken back to previous times when you have been in pubs
just like this with your friends. Many
memories of happy times come flooding back to you and you are frozen to the
spot. Maybe this isn’t a good idea. You no longer have that free and happy life
anymore. Having a drink in this pub will
make it more difficult for you to accept all that you have lost. But before you can turn around and leave you
feel a hand on your arm and realise that an attractive young woman is talking
to you. Bringing your mind back to the
present you try to focus on what she is saying.
‘Hello, its
Seeing your puzzled look she explains ‘I’m Chrissie, we met
in one of the pubs when your ship was in the harbour for a several weeks. Remember there was a crowd of us girls out,
we met you and your friends and we all ended up spending the evening together. You got really friendly with Tracey last time
you were here. Is your ship back in the
harbour, or have you just come back on holiday to spend some time with Tracey?’
You are so surprised at meeting someone who knows you and is
a good friend of mine that you don’t know what to say. She obviously doesn’t know that you are my
slave and you wonder why I haven’t told her.
But before you can reply she drags you to the bar to buy a drink. Your mind spins as you try and think of a
story to tell her about why you are here.
You can’t think of anything that doesn’t sound like a lie so you just
tell her that yes, you have come back with the ship but that you haven’t seen
me.
‘Oh good’, she says.
‘If you’re not dating Tracey this time then you are free to see me. I fancied you when I first met you, but
unfortunately Tracey got there first. I was
so jealous when she told us all how fantastic you were in bed. She said you can do the most amazing things
with your tongue to a girl’s pussy. I
hope that tonight you will perform as amazingly for me. I expect to have at least 5 orgasms from your
tongue alone!’
You are absolutely horrified and can feel your face burning
with embarrassment. How can she brazenly
tell you she wants sex from you? Are all
English girls tarts? But casting your mind back you remember how difficult it
was trying to get me into bed when we first met. I spurned your advances so many times you
started to think there was either something wrong with you or I was frigid. But when it finally happened it was worth the
wait. Underneath the shy and quiet exterior lay a woman so passionate it blew
you away. You fell quickly in love and
to your deep regret threw it away when you couldn’t cope with your feelings.
You jump as her hand unexpectedly squeezes your groin. You have no idea how you are going to get out
of the situation without causing a scene in front of other people and without
upsetting my friend. You lift your glass
from the bar and swallow half the pint of beer in one go as you try to work out
a plan. It is very difficult to think
properly though because she has undone your fly and her hand is now inside your
combat trousers and playing with your cock and balls. She must be aware that you are wearing silk
panties but she doesn’t say anything, just continues to stroke your shaft which
is now rock hard inside your trousers. You
look around but no one seems to have noticed what she is doing. You can’t believe that she is doing this to
you in a public place. You want to stop
her, but you can’t deny the immense pleasure you are feeling in your
groin. She pulls your cock out of your
trousers and starts jerking you off faster and faster until you explode. Your cum shoots so
high that some of it lands on your face.
Just as you are thinking that you can’t believe what she has just done
to you in front of a pub full of people, she leans over and licks the cum from
your face with her tongue, and smiling at you replaces your cock inside your
silky briefs and zips up your fly.
As you stand there in total shock she reaches her arm around
your neck to pull you forward to kiss you, but stops with a puzzled look on her
face when she feels that you are wearing some sort of collar or necklace
underneath your jumper. You quickly come
back to reality and grab her arm before she is able to put her hand under the
neck of the jumper to feel the collar properly.
But it is too late, she has realised you are wearing a slave collar.
‘Well well well
You are so shocked you just stand there looking at her, not
knowing what to say.
‘Well
You realise that there is no possible escape for you at
all. You may as well answer her
questions, although you daren’t tell her the whole truth, and then you can make
your excuses to return to the house as quickly as possible. What a huge mistake it was to go to the
pub! You should have learnt your lesson
from the last time, when you managed to get yourself kidnapped!
‘Ok I will tell you, I belong to Meesteres Tracey. As a reward for being a good slave, she has
allowed me to come the pub for one drink and I must then return home immediately,
but I was under strict instructions not to reveal that I am a slave, because
that could get Meesteres Tracey into trouble with the police, so please do not
reveal to her that I have told you or I will be punished’.
You can see the look of disappointment on her face as she
realises I own you, because she knows there is no possibility that I would sell
you to her. Although the thought does
cross her mind that maybe I will lend you to her for the odd night of pleasure.
But she decides that she may as well get some pleasure from you now before you
return to me, just incase I won’t share you.
After all if you don’t want me to find out about the pub incident she is
sure you aren’t going to reveal that she has used you for her own pleasure.
‘Well
Knowing that you have no choice you allow her to pull you by
your cock, which she has again taken out of your trousers while she was talking
to you, out of the pub and into the car park.
She pulls you to her car and makes you kneel on the ground while she
opens the passenger door. She pushes the
seat back as far as it will go and then reclines the backrest so that she can
lie down. You are really ashamed
kneeling there in full view of other people who might walk by. You haven’t been a slave long enough to be
used to the humiliation, and so far, since you have been in England you have
never been out in public as a slave. You
keep your head down looking at the ground desperately hoping no one sees you.
When she is ready, lying on her back with her legs spread
wide and her pussy open to you, she tells you to climb in the car and crouch in
the footwell.
This isn’t easy, as you remember from when I made you sit on the floor
of the car. Eventually you squeeze
yourself into the small space and squat down facing Chrissie. She pulls herself further down the seat so
that she can rest her feet on the dashboard.
Then grabbing your hair she pulls your face in tight to her pussy. Without further prompting, you start to
gently lick her genitals and around the tops of her thighs. She tastes completely differently to me and
you do not like it because you are so used to my taste. You also realise that she hasn’t washed down
there today and you are sure you can taste stale semen, which makes you want to
gag. But you know that you have no
choice. If you don’t pleasure her, she
may drive to the house and find me lying whipped on the bed, and then your life
will not be worth living – that is if you are allowed to live. So much as it disgusts you, you bite and suck
and lick her until she explodes with cum all over your face. Some of it goes up your nose and in your
eyes, making you feel sick, but you can’t wipe it away because she is still
holding you by the hair and pulling your face into her pussy. Three more times you are forced to make her
orgasm before she is satisfied. The
whole time you are trying to ignore the cramps in your legs from being forced
into a squatting position for so long. o alstublieft.., laat dit snel
voor bij zijn (Please God let this be over soon.)
Eventually when she has had enough of you, she kicks you out
of the car with the parting comment ‘Well sissy boy Roy, Tracey was right, you
are fucking amazing at oral sex. I think
I might drop by her house sometime for a repeat performance. Now get straight
home before you get into trouble!’
Then she drives off with squealing tyres leaving you lying
on the floor of the car park…..
Chapter 7
For a while you lie there on the ground crying with the
humiliation of what you have been forced to do.
For many years - since you were a young boy of 6 or 7, you had secretly
dreamed of being dominated. You remember
the game of hide and seek you used to play with another boy, where one of you
would tie the other up and then when you escaped you had to find the
other. You remember even then, that
being tied up was exciting. But now that
you are living the reality of your dirtiest dreams you have realised that
reality is nothing like your fantasies.
Nothing that you have fantasised about could have prepared you for what
is happening to you now, and you don’t know how to deal with it.
After a while you become aware of people staring at you as
they pass by. You realise how strange
you must look lying there on the ground crying like a girl, in the middle of a
pub car park. With a huge effort you
stand up, wipe the tears from your face and start walking back to the car.
By the time you arrive back at the house you have decided to
accept your fate. There is no point
fighting it. When you have cared for me
until I am recovered, you will accept whatever I decide to do with you. Having made this decision you feel calmer in
yourself, and locking the car door you enter the house. The house is in darkness as you enter. Not bothering to turn on the hall light you
walk straight to the kitchen to get a drink of water before going upstairs to
check on me. You turn on the kitchen
light, get your drink from the tap and turn round. The shock of seeing me sitting at the table
obviously waiting for you makes you let go of the glass so that it smashes on
the floor, spilling water and shards of broken glass everywhere.
‘Don’t just stand there slave! Clean up that mess before someone stands on
the broken glass.’
In shock and without thinking you reply ‘yes Meesteres. I’m
so sorry; I will do it straight away’.
I smile secretly to myself, the gamble has paid off. I have caught you by surprise and I will use
this advantage against you. I am amazed
that you actually returned to me. If I
was in your position I would have run as far away as possible, and I am curious
to find out why you returned. When you
have finished clearing up the mess I tell you to ‘assume the position’. You look at me confused. What position? You don’t remember being taught one.
‘Spread your legs as wide as you can, clasp your hands
behind your head and push your butt forward so that your cock is on display. Do it now before I lose my patience!’
You quickly assume the position without thinking about what
you are doing. Before you have time to
react I move swiftly from my seat to unzip your trousers and pull them down to
your knees. Then I quickly snap closed a
metal ring round the top of your scrotum, pushing your balls to the bottom of
the sac. You instinctively bring your
hands down to your balls and try to remove the ring, but it is too tight and
pulling it is really painful.
‘Don’t bother trying to remove it, it is locked around your
ball sac and can only be removed with a key.
I was hoping that I would not have to use it on you, but you leave me no
choice’.
Without warning you feel excruciating pain surge through
your bollocks and up into your cock. The
agony of it makes you fall to the floor and curl up in a foetal position to try
and stop the pain. After 20 agonising
seconds it suddenly stops, but you remain lying curled up in a ball on the
floor still feeling the effects of the shock.
‘That slave was the highest setting for the electrical
shock. Now take all your clothes off and
put these on, with your hands behind your back’. I throw a pair of metal handcuffs across the
floor towards you and wait expectantly.
When you fail to move immediately, you feel another shock from the
ring. This time though, it is not such a
strong shock. It is just enough to make
your balls tingle, and to make you move, even though you are still in agony
from the first shock.
As you stand up you try and apologise for your behaviour and
to try and explain the reasons behind what you did, but another tingling
feeling in your balls stops you mid-sentence.
‘Don’t speak until I give you permission slave, and don’t
even think about coming anywhere near me, if you do I will shock you long
enough to fry your bollocks and your cock.
Now don’t make me repeat myself!’
The look on my face tells you that I am deadly serious. My face looks really white and you can see
that I am obviously still in a lot of pain, which will mean I am NOT in a good
mood. So you quickly comply with my
demands and start removing your clothes.
While you are undressing you can’t help but wonder how I
found the strength to move, let alone dress myself and walk downstairs to the kitchen,
you really thought that I would still be unconscious. I am obviously a lot stronger and more
determined than you realised. I have
even managed to make you submit again to me.
You can’t believe that you just stood there and let me put an electric
shock ring round your bollocks. So much
for coming back to look after me and then trying to persuade me to let you
go! You realise that you are now in a
worse position than when I first bought you.
This time you have committed the unspeakable crime of whipping and
raping your own Mistress. You are
terrified at the thought of what is going to happen to you. You know that you will be whipped, possibly
even until you are dead, or if not then you will almost certainly be sold
again. God, what will you do if you are
bought by an Arab or a gay guy! You feel
really sick at the thought, and also terrified.
You can’t believe how stupid you were.
You know that it would be hopeless to try and persuade me to give you a
second chance, even if you swore on your life that you would never overpower or
hurt me again, and that you would willingly submit to me and become my slave
for life, I would never trust you.
While you are lost in your thoughts I sit there watching the
emotions passing across your face. I am
tempted to shock you again as you are standing there not moving, but for some
reason that I can’t quite figure out I actually feel sorry for you. I know in my heart that some of my harsh
treatment of you has been wrong. I
should have eased you into your new life as a slave more slowly, after all this
life that has been chosen for you has been forced upon you and is a huge change
from your old free life. I should
perhaps have helped you to adjust instead of punishing you for every
mistake. But as you are my first slave I
am also learning how to be a Mistress and am making my own mistakes. However, I cannot let you go unpunished for
your crimes against me. If I don’t punish you now, I will never be able to
completely control or trust you. But instead of shocking you into moving again
I just remind you to continue undressing, and to put the handcuffs on.
‘I’m sorry Meesteres’ you whisper to me.
I can only just hear the words, but I can tell that your
voice is breaking as you are close to tears, so I do not demand that you repeat
the words more loudly.
When you have cuffed your hands behind your back you move to
kneel at my side with your head bowed.
‘You may speak now slave.
I want to know why you beat and raped me. Is that how your parents have raised you to
treat a woman?’ You cringe with shame at
what I am saying. There is no excuse,
and you are willing to spend your lifetime making amends. I continue ‘why did you return to the
house? You have been gone all day. I assumed you had left me for dead and had
run away. I was just about to call the
police. You do realise that if I have
you arrested you will be executed.’
You keep apologising for what you have done, and tell me
that it was the shock and horror of all that you have been through since your
kidnapping, that for a split second made you lose your sanity. It was never your intention to do those
things to me but with the alcohol and lack of sleep it tipped you over the edge
into madness. You explain that you left
the house to buy painkillers for me, because it was always your intention to
return and nurse me back to health, and then accept whatever punishment I chose
for you. However, you do not dare to
tell me that you had been to the pub and what happened there with my friend,
you lie and say that you got lost and had problems with the car, which is why
you were gone for so long. You tell me
that you would never consider running away because you knew it was your
responsibility to care for me, as it was you who caused the injuries to me in
the first place. I accept the
explanation you give - after all you did return, but I tell you that I no
longer trust you.
‘I understand slave that it has been difficult for you to
accept your life as a captive, but there is no excuse for what you have
done. If you had committed these crimes
against any other Mistress you would have been executed immediately. You have no idea how lucky you are that I am
your Mistress. The only reason that I
have not reported you to the police is because I have some fondness for the
memories of our happy times together when we first met. I have released you from bondage twice now,
so that you could make love to me as a man and not service me as a slave. I wanted to give you some dignity, but both
times you have abused this consideration to you, and you can not be
trusted. You are obviously conditioned
to violent behaviour and I will not risk being attacked by you again. As I see things, there are only two
choices. You can either remain
permanently in bondage, which means serving me for the rest of your life in
chains, or I can sell you again, although this time it would be to a Master who
would be more able to control you. Until
I decide, you will be locked in your cage.’
You are horrified at the thought of being sold and beg me to
keep you.
‘Please Meesteres I swear on my life that I would never
behave that way again. I will willingly
serve you for the rest of my life wearing chains; if that is the only way you
will trust me. Please do not sell me I
beg you. Let me prove myself to
you. If I fail you in anyway then I will
accept any punishment you give me, even if you choose to beat me to death. I will never again do anything to hurt you,
no matter what you choose to do to me.
Please Meesteres I beg you. You
can not know how disgusted I am with myself for what I have done and I will
never forgive myself……..’
‘Silence!
I have listened to your explanation.
Do not make me angrier than I already am by whining.’
Secretly, I am relieved at what you have said. I can see from the emotions that have passed
across your face and I can hear in your voice that you are truly sorry. I actually do believe you, and I know that I
do not need to fear you again. But I
will not tell you that. You must be
punished in such a way that will ensure you never rebel again. Whipping you again will achieve nothing,
there is only one way to ensure your complete submission, and that is to do to
you what you fear most.
Attaching a leash to your collar, I tell you to stand up and
then pull you behind me downstairs to the cellar. Once there I open the cage door and turn to
look at you. I do not need to give you
an order, you know what is expected from you, and this time there is no
hesitation. You get down on your knees
and crawl into the cage, with some difficulty as your hands are still secured behind
your back. I lock the cage door and tell
you to raise your arms so that I can unlock and remove the handcuffs. As you will be in there for some time I will
allow you the freedom to move your arms and legs – as much as you can in the
confined space. Finally I pass 4 bottles
of water through the bars and tell you ‘be careful how quickly you drink it,
because it must last you until I let you out of the cage. If you need to piss you will have to empty a
bottle first and piss in that. If you
drink all the water too quickly, you will have to drink your piss. I will come back when I have decided your
fate.’
Then I leave the cellar, not bothering to turn the light off
or lock the door. In truth, I have
forgotten to do those two things because the pain killers I had taken earlier
in the day have now worn off, and I am in agony, but there is no way I will let
you see how much you have hurt me, I am too proud for that. I walk slowly upstairs to my bedroom, moving
too quickly intensifies the pain, and I take some more pain killers from the
cupboard by my bed. Within minutes the
pain becomes more bearable, but I feel exhausted from the effort of being
strong in front of you, so I crawl into bed and fall asleep almost immediately.
In the cage you also try to sleep but without success. The bare light bulb hanging from the ceiling
is too bright and your mind is still spinning with all that has happened. The cage is too small to allow you to stretch
out and after a while your legs feel cramped and your back aches from being
hunched over. After a couple of hours
you need to go to the toilet, but you know I am unlikely to come back anytime
soon to let you out. It means you will
have to drink a whole bottle of water so that you can piss in one of the
bottles. But you know that will become a
vicious circle, because if you drink that much water in one go, you will soon
need to piss again, and will have to empty another bottle. You think about emptying the water onto the
floor but realise that you could be in the cage for a long time and that would
be wasting water you might need, so you drink the whole bottle and use it
afterward to empty your bladder. You
hold on for as long as you can to avoid pissing each time, but eventually over
the long period of time you are confined you drink all 4 bottles and piss in 3
of them.
You have no idea how long you have been caged. Being in a cellar without windows and the
light shining constantly overhead you have no idea of the passing of day and
night. Maybe you have only been in there
for a few hours, but it feels like days, as your body is screaming out to be
released. Your arms and legs are cramped
and you feel ill through lack of sleep and lack of food. The last meal you had was the breakfast you
made yourself. How long ago was
that? It feels like days ago, but you
have no idea in reality how long ago it was.
You know from training when you were in the Navy, that the enemy often use
this type of torture to confuse their prisoners. They can make hours seem like days by turning
the lights on and off randomly or leaving them on the whole time. It is easy to make a prisoner lose track of
time. By now, you feel as if you have
been in the cage for a week, and maybe this is my way of punishing you.
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When I wake up I feel a bit groggy but the agonising pain
has reduced to a dull ache. I feel so
much better for sleeping. I decide that I
will shower and eat breakfast first before I let you out, another hour or so
won’t hurt you to be locked up. I take a
leisurely shower, wincing slightly as the warm water hits the welts on my back,
but today it feels much better, and I am in a good mood. I already know what is going to happen to
you, I didn’t really need time to think about it, but it is good for you to
have fear inside you.
When I have finished my shower I dress in ‘normal’ clothes
and dry my hair. Then I go downstairs to
the kitchen to make breakfast. As I am
in a good mood I make a full English breakfast for you as well. As I’m cooking I turn on the small TV in the
kitchen. The news is on and I listen
absentmindedly until the date is spoken and it catches my attention. I can’t believe it,
I have been asleep for 2 days! No wonder
I feel much better. Then I realise that
you have been locked in cramped conditions in the cage for all that time with
no food. I rush down to the cellar,
thankful that I left you 4 bottles of water.
I don’t want you to die!
When I reach the cage you can barely raise your head to look
at me, you feel so weak. I feel a twinge
of guilt, but then harden when I think of what you did. Before I open the door I tell you to put the
handcuffs back on, but this time in front of your body. As you struggle to do it, I reach through the
bars and put them on for you. I’m not
taking any chances. You may look weak,
but it could be a trick. I’m not letting
you overpower me again, and in my hurry to check on you I have left the remote
control that activates the electric current in the shock ring in the
kitchen. I have to help you out of the
cage and half carry you upstairs to the kitchen because your legs are numb from
forced lack of movement. It had been my
intention to make you eat your breakfast from a bowl on the floor with your
hands tied behind your back to humiliate you and reinforce your status as a slave,
but after 2 days confinement in a small space, my feelings of guilt at how ill
you look through my neglect I can’t make you do that. That would be unnecessarily cruel of me.
Instead I sit you on a chair at the table and put your
breakfast in front of you. You don’t
touch it and at first I think you are refusing to eat, but then I realise that
you are waiting for permission.
‘Eat slave, I know you are hungry and you will need your
strength for what awaits you this week.’
You are dreading the whippings and other tortures that you
know I am going to inflict on you this week, but you will bear them as best as
you can. You are not expecting to
receive any mercy from me, you are just grateful that I am giving you another
chance.
When you have finished your breakfast I tell you that I have
decided your fate.
‘Slave, I have decided that in all fairness I cannot keep
you in chains for the rest of your life.
The relationship between a Mistress and her slave is a special one, and
is based on mutual trust and respect. My
position as your owner is to feed and house you and look after your
welfare. Punishments should only be
given as befits the crime. The whipping
I gave you the other day was totally unjustified, as your disobedience did not
deserve that level of punishment.
However, the later punishments given to you for attempting to escape
were not harsh enough, and you were through my own lack of judgement provided
with the opportunity to escape again, with disastrous results. Your position as my property is to love,
honour, respect and obey me in all demands, without
hesitation. You have failed in your
duties as my slave, as I have failed in my duty towards you. I have therefore decided that this relationship
be terminated. You will be sold at
auction next week.’
The news is devastating. ‘Please Meesteres, don’t do
this. I promise faithfully, that I will
never fail you. Please give me the
chance to prove myself. I do love you
Meesteres and I will do anything for you……..’
‘That’s enough! My mind is made up. You are going to the slave auction. If you want to prove yourself to me do as you
are told now. Go to your bedroom and
assume the submissive position on your knees, with your hands clasped behind
your head and your butt pushed forward so that your cock is on display. If you need to use the toilet I suggest you
go now. You may not get the chance to go
again for a long time.’
Silently and with a heavy heart, you get up from the table
and make your way back to the cellar, to kneel on the floor and wait……………
Chapter 8
After half an hour I come down to the cellar. You are waiting as instructed, which pleases
me. You do not look up as you hear me
enter the room. You keep your eyes
looking at the floor as you know a good slave should. You hope that these two signs of obedience
will show me that you mean what you said about obeying my every command, and
that I may change my mind and keep you.
I walk up to you, undo the cuffs on your wrists and tell you
to lower your arms and put them behind your back. You are glad to lower them because having
them clasped behind your head for half an hour has made them numb from lack of
blood flowing to them. Your upper arms
and shoulders are also aching from the forced immobility. When you put your hands behind your back I
put new cuffs on your wrists. These are
stiff brown leather with a chain linking them together. Similar cuffs are locked to your ankles, with
a hobble chain between them. You will be
able to walk at a fairly normal pace, but you will not be able to run
anywhere. I am no longer worried about
allowing your hands to be free for any period of time, because I know that a
quick shock from the ball ring will stop you in your tracks, if you try to
attack me. However, it would not look
good for me as a Mistress if I allowed you to go to the slave auction looking
like a free man. So your wrists and
ankles must be chained and you must remain naked, for all potential buyers to
be able to view your slave’s body in detail.
Although the size of your cock is not that important this time - as a
Master and not a Mistress, will be your new owner, and it’s unlikely he will want
your cock up his arse. It’s far more
likely to be the other way round!
Although your body is still lightly tanned from all the sunbathing you
did in the
Attaching a thin leash to the small D-ring set underneath
your ball ring I pull you behind me, out of your bedroom and upstairs to the
bathroom. First of all I select a can of
hair removing cream from a cabinet – luckily for you I am not going to remove
your hair using wax. Although I would
quite enjoy seeing your face screw up with the pain of the hairs being ripped
from your chest, it unfortunately leaves the skin quite red for a day or so,
and as you are going to the auction house today, I will have to use the gentler
option which won’t leave any redness.
When I have applied the cream I tell you to stand in the bath so that
when it has been on for the correct amount of time I can shower it off. With difficulty you sit on the side of the
bath and leaning against the sink for support you swing your manacled legs over
the edge of the bath and stand up. When
the time is up I turn the shower on making you gasp as the freezing cold water
hits your body, and take an involuntary step backwards to avoid the cold
spray. To make you stand still under the
water I grab the leash and yanking you forward back under the water I tie the
other end of the leash to the shower rail.
Then I get a long handled scrubbing brush and applying lots of soap to
the bristles scrub your whole body down except your cock, being quite vigorous
which makes you bite your lip to avoid moaning out loud with the pain.
When I have finished scrubbing I turn the shower off and
lathering up my hands with soap I take your cock in my hands and pulling the
foreskin back gently soap the head and then the shaft, rubbing my hand up and
down the shaft slowly at first and then more quickly. I know I am teasing you and your cock stands
to attention almost immediately. I smile
to myself, men are so predictable! I
have just scrubbed your body hard with a brush, removed your chest hair and
have you chained and naked, the most humiliating position for any man, and yet
you still get an erection at the slightest touch. As this could be your final touch from a
woman I decide that as a farewell gift I will let you cum.
Untying your leash from the shower rail I instruct you to
get out of the bath. Again you sit down on
the side of the bath and using the sink for support swing your legs over the
side of the bath and put your feet on the bathroom floor. You shiver from the cold but your erection is
still standing proud. Kneeling in front
of you I take your cock in my mouth and start teasing my tongue around the head
and piss slit, trying to push the tip of my tongue down the hole. It has been a long time since you had a
woman’s mouth round your cock and you sigh with pleasure at the feeling it creates
inside you. You also can’t believe that
your Mistress is on her knees sucking you off.
Perhaps I have changed my mind about selling you. After all, surely I wouldn’t be doing this to
you if I intended to get rid of you.
As I take more and more of your cock into my mouth you
become even more aroused until your cock is the biggest it has ever been. I too have forgotten how good it feels to
have a big hard cock filling my mouth and I take great pleasure in sliding my
mouth up and down the shaft. I can also
taste the pre-cum leaking from your slit, and the taste makes me excited. As I take your cock deeper and deeper into my
mouth you know you are close to cumming. You are also desperate to grab my hair and
force my head deeper onto your cock. You
want to face fuck me and force me to deep throat you. The frustration at having to stand there and
do nothing is immense. The only thing
you can do is thrust your butt forward to try to force your cock deeper into my
throat, but each time you do I move back until my lips are only just touching
the head of your penis. Eventually you
realise that you will have to accept the pace that I am setting. You are not going to face fuck me; I will decide
what I do!
Although desperate to cum, you daren’t without permission
and even less dare to cum in my mouth.
You can’t even begin to imagine the punishment you will receive if you
did that. You know that you should not
speak unless I give you permission but you are becoming desperate, and I am
showing no signs of stopping sucking and licking your dick or teasing the head
with my teeth and tongue. While you
stand there agonizing about daring to speak I grab your hips and pull you
towards me, forcing your cock deep into my throat. I can’t stop the gag reflex but still I
continue pulling your hips backwards and forwards until you get the message
that I now want you to fuck my face hard.
A couple more times I gag as your cock goes right to the back of my
throat but then I become used to it and you slip easily in and out. You are in heaven. You can’t believe the pleasure I am giving
you. This has to be the best blow job
you have ever had. You lose yourself in
the pleasure you are receiving and forget where you are until you can’t hold
back any longer and your sperm shoots out the end of your cock and straight
down my throat. You keep pumping your
cock in and out of my mouth until you have shot your entire load.
When you have finished you quickly come back down to earth
as you realise what you have done. You
have just shot your load into your Mistress!
Your cock immediately becomes limp at the thought of what I will do to
you now. You are scared and stepping
back so that your cock is no longer in my mouth you quickly drop to your knees.
‘I am so sorry Meesteres.
I couldn’t help it……….’
I look into your eyes and put a finger over your lips to
stop you speaking. Then I move towards
you and put my lips over yours, gently opening your mouth with my tongue. Then I give you a long and deep kiss, sharing
with you the remaining spunk left in my mouth.
You respond eagerly, your heart soaring as you realise that I care for
you after all. You still can’t believe
that I allowed you to cum in my mouth.
None of your girlfriend’s have ever allowed you to do that, and for your
Mistress to let you do it was amazing.
You were so sure that I would punish you hard for doing it, but instead
I kissed you! You are now really
confused and don’t understand what is going on.
Surely I won’t be selling you after what has just happened?
Without saying anything to you I pull you by the leash to
stand up. Then I open another bottle
containing bronzing oil and massage you all over your body with it. As I start rubbing your thighs you become
hard again. You dare to look up from the
floor at my face, hoping to see desire in my eyes again. The thought of a repeat performance……..but I
ignore you and don’t touch your genitals at all. When I have finished I stand back to admire
your body. I have to admit you have a
fine body, not as muscular in your upper body as I have been used to having in
my lovers, but your stomach is flat and there is not an ounce of fat on
you. Your thighs are muscular and your
butt is nice and firm. I can tell that
in your previous life you must have cycled a lot. All in all, you are looking pretty fantastic,
your tan and the oil have accentuated your good body very well, and I can feel
a stirring in my groin as I look at you.
My pussy is becoming wet and I am so tempted to fuck you. At this moment the terrible things you did
have been forgotten and my desire for you is really strong. God, why do you
always have this effect on me? I am
almost sorry now that I told you that I was going to sell you. I quite fancy spending the day making the
most of your body but unfortunately, you have to go.
Fighting my urges I lead you back downstairs holding the
leash and out the front door and into the car.
Because I know this is the last time for a while that you will have any
comfort, I allow you to sit on the seat instead of crouching down in the foot
well. I don’t speak to you as I drive you to the place where the auction will
be held. It is not far, and in truth I
could have made you walk there, but for some reason I want to spare you that
humiliation. It will be bad enough for
you when you have to stand in front of all the potential buyers, being poked
and prodded as if you were an animal being sold at a cattle market.
We are both lost in our own thoughts, me feeling sad at the terrible
things I am going to allow you to be put through, although I know in my heart
that I must do this to you, if you are to fully accept your life as a
slave. Our relationship couldn’t
possibly continue as it is. If others
found out that I had allowed a slave to whip and rape me I would never be able
to hold my head up high amongst all the other slave owners. Your thoughts are of dread at the next
chapter in your life. You really
believed that I had changed my mind. And
after letting you cum in my mouth you actually thought that perhaps I was
beginning to soften and that eventually, when I trusted you, I would allow you
to become my partner and not just my slave.
You could see the desire in my eyes as I looked at your oiled body, and
you really can’t understand how I can turn my emotions on and off so easily.
We quickly arrive at the auction house. It is a large house, more of a mansion
really, set in its own grounds of about 6 acres. A high wall surrounds the perimeter and a
long winding driveway leads up to the house.
How different this is, you think, from the first time when you were
kidnapped. You woke up not knowing where
you were; chained to a wall, and then marched naked through a village to be
publicly auctioned in the village square with dozens of women trying to touch
you and laughing at you. You have a
feeling that this time, the auction will be a lot more civilised. No Arab women here only very rich people who
will probably pay a lot of money for you.
You start trembling with fear as you remember that you are going to be
sold to a man. Your life will be
absolute hell. You know that being owned
by a man means you will be arse fucked constantly, and you will also be forced
to suck him off. What if he has parties
where you are forced to suck off loads of men or have loads of them raping
you? You know that you are truly going
to hell now and you start to cry openly.
‘Open your mouth slave, and stop that bloody crying. Do you want the buyers to think you are a
sissy slave and make you wear womens clothes while
you serve them? Because
that is what will happen if you cry like a girl. Now open so that I can
put the ball gag in your mouth.’
Knowing you have no choice, you open your mouth wide and
accept the gag. I feel bad about being
nasty to you as I know you are terrified and that you must feel humiliated
crying in front of me, but I know that if I am kind to you now it will make it
worse for you when you go through the auction.
It is better to appear uncaring as it might help you through your
ordeal.
I get out of the car and open your door, watching you
struggle to get out as your arms are behind your back making it difficult to
lift yourself out. As you get out and
look towards the house, you hope that it is over with quickly. You do not realise that the auction is not
for another week. You will be put
through a series of tasks first to see how well you cope with being humiliated
and how obedient you are. It will also
be a test of your character. I want to
find out whether you can truly submit to your new life or if the tasks you will
be given will trigger violent behaviour in you.
The auction house is also aware that you are only partially trained and
they have been given instructions to bring you up to full slave standard so
that you will fetch the best possible price.
In truth I have asked them to do this because although I can
appear harsh and cruel, I have not had the stomach to inflict some things on
you that I know I should have to squash your spirit. I made the mistake of allowing my personal
feelings for you to get in the way. That
is why you were able to overpower me. I
wanted you as my slave because I loved you once, but I have found that I can’t
be the one to break you, and that is why you are here.
When we reach the door to the house I order you to your
knees. You drop to the floor and stare
at the ground. I knock and wait. The door is opened by a man. All you can see are the heavy leather biker
boots he is wearing, and black leather trousers tucked into them. You do not dare to look up but the look of
his boots alone fills you with dread.
You hope he doesn’t kick you with them.
I hand the leash to the man who opened the door, and turning
round walk back to the car without a backward glance…….
Chapter 9
You are really upset that I just walked away without a word
to you, not even a goodbye. The guy
instructs you to stand up and follow him.
He sets a fast pace as he quickly strides off down the corridor. You have difficulty keeping up because your
legs have been hobbled with the ankle chain, but the feeling of pain from your
ball sac being stretched; from him pulling the leash forces you to run as best
you can. You are led into a large room
where you can see other naked people; mostly women tethered to a horizontal
metal pole in the middle of the room.
The pole is attached to metal chains hanging from the ceiling and you
realise that the pole can be raised or lowered.
As you are led to the pole you also notice that each captive is chained
to the pole by either their breasts or genitals. You hope to God that they don’t intend to
raise the pole towards the ceiling. The
thought of your balls being stretched and pulled is not pleasant. You are placed in the middle of the group and
the leash is tied to the bar. He removes
the ball gag and then walks out of the room, leaving you with the other
captives for company.
You dare not speak as you do not know who may be listening,
and you don’t want to risk the inevitable punishment that would be inflicted if
you were caught. However, you take the
opportunity to look around you and also at the others held captive with
you. All the women are stunningly
beautiful. All have long hair, either
blonde or brunette, and big breasts.
Some are really slim, while others you are surprised to see, look a
little on the plump side, but you realise that not all guys like stick thin
girls and as you have found yourself in the past, girls with a bit of meat on
them don’t tend to be so in love with themselves, like the skinny model types
do. Bigger girls also for some reason
tend to be much more exciting in bed. As
your mind starts to drift off into daydreams about some of the things you have
done in bed with various girls your cock becomes rock hard. You are dying to have a wank
but with your hands cuffed behind your back you can’t do anything about
it. You also realise that if you are
seen by any of your captors with a hard on you will probably receive a
whipping, so to try and make it go limp quickly, you start checking out the
other guys.
The first thing you do is check out the size of their
cocks. It has nothing to do with
fancying guys but as men for some strange reason do, you all discreetly check
each other out when you go to the toilets for a piss to see who has the biggest
and smallest penis. Each guy hopes that
his is bigger than the guy stood next to him.
You wince slightly as you see that one guy has a large ring pierced
through the end of his cock. He has a leash
attached to it, which is chained to the bar.
You are glad that I never did that to you. The only other guy, like you has a collar
round his scrotum and is chained the same way to the bar. The guy chained like you is skinny and really
pale skinned. He looks about 50 years
old. You don’t think he will fetch a
very good price, if he is sold at all.
You can’t imagine any woman wanting to buy him. The other guy with the pierced cock is around
30 years old, about 6feet tall, and very muscular. He obviously does weight training. Like you, he is tanned and his body has been
oiled. This guy you know will fetch a
really high price.
You suddenly realise that if I am selling you I will have
the money to buy another slave. What if
I am attending the auction? You know
that the fit guy is bound to be the type I like. What if I buy him? You are gutted as you realise that you are
going to end up as some gay guy’s whore, while I will probably take home the
fit guy. You start imagining all the
things I will probably do with him, and how he will get to eat my pussy every
day while all you will have to look forward to is sucking some disgusting guy’s
cock or rimming his arsehole. You can
feel the jealousy building up inside you.
You don’t want any other guy touching me. You’re my slave and you don’t want anyone
else taking your place. You are really
mad with yourself as you realise it is too late, you fucked up big time and now
you have lost me. Already you hate the
other guy even though the poor guy hasn’t done anything. The only consolation as far as you can see,
is that he may have bigger muscles than you but he sure as hell hasn’t got a
bigger cock!
After you have been standing there for about two hours, the
door opens and several men and women come into the room. They are all smartly dressed, as if they are
here for a formal dinner. The women are
wearing long evening gowns and the men dinner suits. Without thinking about what you are doing you
lift your head to look at them. A
stinging sensation on your arse from a whip reminds you where you are and you
quickly drop your head again to look at the floor. You realise that these are prospective buyers
as they all start poking and prodding at you and the other slaves. You are made to open your mouth while your
teeth are inspected.
‘Mmm nice and white, and very
even. I like that in a slave. I can’t stand having a slave with bad teeth
eating my pussy’.
You feel sick as the woman who said it must be at least
65. The thought of eating a dried up old
prune of a pussy or fucking it is disgusting.
A steward steps forward and whispers in the old crone’s ear.
‘Oh, that’s disappointing.
He is only to be sold to a Master because of his aggressive
outbursts. I’m sure I could have tamed
him!’
Thank God she won’t
get the chance is
what you’re thinking. You feel even
sicker when you are ordered to bend over as rough hands – obviously a guy’s –
squeeze your arse cheeks and a finger is roughly inserted into your anus.
When you stand up straight again you are shocked to see me
standing in front of you. I look
stunning in a dark red velvet evening dress.
The dress is strapless and my pert breasts are pushed up showing a
generous cleavage, which you would love to bury your head in if you had the
chance. I have a black fur stole draped
over my shoulders and am wearing long black gloves. You instantly get a hard on. You catch my eye and open your mouth to beg
me to take you home, but before you can speak I walk past you and stop in front
of the muscular guy.
‘Wow!’ you hear me exclaim.
‘Where did this slave come from?
I have never seen such a fantastic specimen in my life. And what a huge cock! Much bigger than the pathetic cock I had to
put up with in my last slave. And a cock
ring as well. I can just imagine how
good that will feel inside my cunt. I wonder if I can afford him?’
You notice that the guy also gets a hard on when he looks at
me. That really pisses you off. You are so jealous when you hear me talk
about him. How can I say he has a huge
cock and yours is pathetic? You are sure
that yours is much bigger than his! And
I have never complained about your performance in bed. Maybe I am just trying to make you jealous,
you hope I am anyway. When you see me
stroking his cock and feeling his balls you feel so angry and jealous you want
to explode. If only you had your hands
free, you would punch the bastard and take that stupid grin off his face. You would also cut off his cock if you had a
knife! Unfortunately, you can’t do
either. You are forced to stand there
silently and listen.
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Eventually once you have all been inspected the guests leave
the room. When the door has been shut
behind the last one you are all untethered from the
pole. The chains are removed from your wrist
and ankle cuffs and you are all instructed to spread your legs wide and clasp
your hands behind your heads. Tempting
as it is to use your free hands to punch the guy, who through no fault of his
own has pissed you off; you know that it would be a really stupid thing to do. After all, you are here because you couldn’t
control your temper.
Some clothes are thrown at your feet and you are ordered to
dress in them. You look down in
disbelief as you see the outfit that has been thrown at you. It is a French maid’s outfit. It consists of a short black dress that will
only just cover your arse, and a frilly white apron. There are also hold up stockings and stiletto
shoes to complete the outfit. You are
mortified at the thought of having to wear it but know that you have no choice. As you reluctantly start dressing you notice
that the skinny old guy also has a maid’s outfit to wear, but his is pink. At least you don’t have that indignity you
think. But hang on a minute the fit guy
is putting on trousers! Where the fuck
is his maid’s outfit? You are madder
than ever as you stand there feeling incredibly stupid in your dress and
stockings while the fit guy looks like a stud wearing tight black trousers and
a bow tie round his neck. He doesn’t
even have a slave collar on! You are
gutted when the steward tells you that the outfits you are wearing have been
chosen by your current owners. You can’t
believe that I would deliberately make you wear something like this. I must really hate you to want to publicly
humiliate you this way.
‘Now slaves listen carefully. Your duty tonight is to serve our guests in
the dining room. You must bear in mind
that any one of these guests may become your new owner. So you should take this opportunity to
present yourselves in the best possible way.
If you fail to do so, you will be severely punished. You will also fail to attract anyone to buy
you. If that happens, and you remain
unsold at the auction, if your current owners don’t want to take you home you
will be shipped out to Eastern Europe or the Far East where you will live out
the rest of your lives as whores and prostitutes. That also means you males. If you end up as prostitutes, don’t think for
a minute you won’t be fucking women or become male escorts for rich women with
too much time on their hands. You will
spend the rest of your miserable lives being arse fucked by dirty old men. So I repeat, all of you make sure you do your best to
impress. Now stand in single file so
that your hands can be re-cuffed in front of you.’
All you can think of as a long length of chain is attached
to your wrist cuffs, is how the hell are you going to impress anyone dressed
like a fucking transvestite? But you
already know that you are going to be auctioned off to a Master. Maybe that’s why you’re dressed like a tart.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You are marched to the kitchens where you are each given a
large serving dish each to carry to the dining room. You find it hard to balance on your high
heels. You’ve never worn anything like
them before, and now know what it must be like for women who have to wear them
all the time, just because their guy likes to see them wearing stilettos. You are starting to have some sympathy for
what women go through just to please their men.
When you get to the dining room your job is to serve the food onto each
guest’s plate. You don’t think this will
be too much of a problem, as you have been served often enough by the stewards
in the Officers mess on board ship. You
have seen how they serve the food and are pretty confident you can copy them.
When you reach the dining room with the others you and the
other guy dressed as maids are greeted with laughter by the guests. Your face burns with shame and humiliation as
you know how ridiculous you must look.
You don’t look up from the floor as you couldn’t bear to see me laughing
at you, until a shove in your back forces you forward to start serving.
Slowly you walk towards the long dining table and start
serving each guest. As you lean over the
old woman who had been lusting after you earlier, you feel her put her hand up
your skirt reach between your open legs and squeeze your balls. Although you want to push her hand away you
know that if you do, you will be severely whipped or worse. You have to just stand there while she gropes
you, and then smacks you on the butt sending you on your way to serve the next
guest. You are groped quite a lot while
serving the various guests. Each time
you are fondled by a guy you involuntarily clench your buttocks and grit your
teeth. Eventually you reach me. You hope that you will be able to whisper
discreetly in my ear, and beg me to take you home, but would you believe it the
fit guy reaches me at the same time, carrying a bottle of red wine. I completely ignore you and reward him with a
big smile, while running my hands over his muscular chest and patting his butt
when he leans over to fill my glass with wine.
You have no choice but to serve me without speaking and then move on. You are upset that I have dismissed you so
easily, but there is nothing you can do about it.
When the meal is over and you and the other slaves have
cleared away the dirty plates, you are ordered to wash up in the kitchen, and
when finished to wash the kitchen floor on your hands and knees with a
scrubbing brush. The other slaves are
given various other demeaning tasks to complete, or so you think anyway. When you have completed washing the floor,
your back is aching from being bent over for so long. As you stand up you realise that your
stockings have holes in them from kneeling on the stone floor. Shit! you should have knelt on a towel or
something to stop them being hitched.
Now you’re in trouble. You are
too scared to return to the drawing room where all the guests have gathered, as
you are supposed to do. If they see
you……… Instead you wait in the kitchen for a steward to come and find you,
hoping that he will give you the chance to explain. When one of the stewards does come looking
for you he is not in a good mood.
‘You no good piece of shit, you are supposed to be finished
in the kitchen by now. You should be in
the drawing room serving drinks to the guests, now get your
fucking arse in there before I whip you’.
Then he notices your torn stockings. ‘How dare you ruin the outfit specially given
to you by your Mistress. You are so fucking ungrateful, you look like
a whore. No wonder she is getting rid of
you. You must be such a disappointment
to her. Now take the outfit off, you
don’t deserve to wear anything at all.
From now on you will remain completely naked’.
Although scared at what is probably going to happen next,
you are actually grateful to remove the sissy outfit. You would rather be naked in front of
everyone than look like a transvestite.
What you didn’t realise though was that you will be naked except for
your shoes.
When you have folded the clothes neatly and put the
stilettos back on your feet you are ordered to clasp your hands behind your
head and are then pulled by your ball ring leash into the drawing room. The room becomes silent as the guests notice
you being pulled into the centre of the room.
I glance up from the leather armchair that I have been reclining in and
see that it is you who is the cause of the hushed silence. I push away the fit slave (who you have
jealously noted has been kneeling at my side, massaging and licking my feet). I am not happy. You just never learn. The steward approaches me out of respect
because I am still your owner at the present time.
‘What has he done Ed?
If he has disobeyed an order he must be punished. He knows that he must obey all orders
immediately and without hesitation’.
‘Well ma’am’ the steward replies ‘he hasn’t actually
disobeyed an order. He has shown
disrespect to you by making holes in his stockings while he was on his hands
and knees scrubbing the kitchen floor.
Would you like me to whip him here for your entertainment, or would you
prefer me to take this worthless slut to the slaves
quarters for punishment?’
I sit there for a while considering what to do with
you. I am relieved that you have not
disobeyed an order, and I realise that it would not have occurred to you what
would happen to your stockings if you knelt on a rough stone floor with them
on. After all, you are a guy and as far
as I am aware, you have never worn them before.
‘No Ed, no whipping.
He would not deliberately have ruined his uniform to disrespect me. I think instead he needs to learn to be more
careful when he is on his hands and knees.
Fetch him a new pair of stockings.’
Hearing this exchange of conversation you are extremely
relieved that you are not going to be whipped, although you can hear murmurs of
disapproval from other guests who think that I am being too lenient with
you. Some of the guests there are
complete sadists and would use the slightest excuse to whip you into
unconsciousness, just for their own pleasure.
You are grateful to me for my leniency against the obvious disapproval
from others. How you wish you were
coming home with me. What is going to
happen if you are bought by a really sadistic Master? You raise your eyes from looking at the floor
to give me a small smile to show me that you are grateful, but I have already
turned my head away from you and am laughing at something the guest sat next to
me has whispered in my ear.
When the steward returns you are given a new pair of
stocking to put on. I can’t help but
turn my attention back to you as I am curious to see you sliding a pair of silk
hold up stockings over your muscular hairy legs. You look ridiculous and I can’t help smiling
to myself. I can see from your flushed
face that you are also aware of how ridiculous you look, especially when you
slip the stilettos back on your feet.
When you have finished you stand as straight as you can and without being
told clasp your hands behind your head again.
You hope that I will notice how eager you are to please. A sudden thwack across the back of your knees
with a cane, makes your legs collapse and you fall to the floor face down as
you lose your balance. You remain
sprawled out on the floor, not daring to move until you are given permission to
rise. The steward kindly helps you to
your knees by grabbing the back of your collar and yanking you up, choking you
in the process. You start coughing and
struggling to breathe as he maintains his grip on the collar, pulling it tight
against your throat. You can feel
yourself starting to lose consciousness from the lack of oxygen getting to your
brain.
‘Okay Ed, that’s enough.
If you strangle him, I won’t get much money for him at the auction on
Friday will I?’
Ed abruptly lets go and you collapse again taking in deep breaths
trying to get as much oxygen in to your lungs as possible. When you have calmed down you quickly get to
your knees and adopt a submissive position, with your hips thrust forward to
display your cock, and your hands clasped behind you head, while your head is
bowed. You don’t want Ed to pull you up
again, and you daren’t move yourself unless you are showing your complete
submission to me.
‘Enjoy that did you slave?’ asks Ed with a sneer. ‘You may get used to that if Master Peterson
buys you. He just loves to control the
breathing of his slaves. He gets a real
kick out of it. He makes his slaves wear
leather hoods that have only openings for the eyes and mouth. A tube is inserted into the mouth for the
slaves to breathe through, but the tube is attached to a small oxygen tank that
they have to carry strapped to their backs.
It has a timer that shuts off the oxygen for different lengths of
time. He loves to see how long he can
make them go without any oxygen at all, and to see the terror in their eyes as
they struggle for breath. I did hear
that the first few slaves he kept died while he was perfecting the
technique. He left them without oxygen
for too long and they……..’
As you listen to this in horror I cut him off ‘That will do
Ed, you’re making me feel ill at the thought of it. Now go and make my slave do
something useful. I don’t want him
kneeling there with nothing to do’.
Actually the thought of you being purchased by someone like
Master Peterson has made me feel uneasy.
While I have been at the house this evening I have listened to numerous
stories from other owners of the various tortures they have inflicted on their
slaves. I hadn’t realised just how many
sadists there are in this country, and some of the stories have truly horrified
me. I can understand the need to punish
slaves for being disobedient or wilful, in order to teach them
lessons, but hearing stories of branding slaves and burning or maiming them is
too horrific to think about. I had felt
ashamed of myself for the terrible whipping I had given you, when that level of
punishment hadn’t been deserved, but I have come to realise that it was nothing
compared to what other slaves are routinely being put through.
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Your new task is to act as a coffee table with drinks being
balanced on a tray placed on your back.
Your duty is to crawl around the room on your hands and knees so that
guests may help themselves to drinks and place empty glasses onto the tray as
you pass by. You crawl very slowly and
carefully round the room so as not to spill any drinks or knock over any
glasses. You are also conscious of
trying to not rip holes in your new stockings.
Although you feel humiliated at crawling around in front of so many
people, you are relieved that you haven’t been given the same task as the 50
year old skinny guy. He has been
strapped face up on the real coffee table.
His arms and legs are tied to the four legs of the table and his head is
hanging over the edge. A bucket has been
placed under his head. His job is to
give oral pleasure to any of the guests who want it, man or woman; he must
either eat pussies or suck cocks, depending on who wants to use him. The bucket is to catch any juices, sperm or
piss that drip from his face. What you
aren’t aware of yet is that at the end of the evening the slaves will be given
the contents of the bucket to drink as their bedtime nightcap.
If the skinny guy has the worst job then ‘Mr Muscles’ as you
have nicknamed him has by far been given the best job. He is still kneeling at my feet giving them
all his attention with his tongue, while I lean back in the chair with a smile
of contentment on my face. You grit your
teeth and fight back the anger inside you.
You don’t want anyone else touching my feet. They are yours alone to give pleasure
to. You had resigned yourself to being
sold, when I first broke the news to you, and you accepted my decision knowing
that you would never see me again. But
how on earth are you supposed to accept things when I am sitting there in front
of you letting another man – with a much smaller cock
slobber all over me! You feel depressed
and bitter. You know it is your own
fault that you have been brought to this point in your life. Okay, you didn’t volunteer to be a slave so
that isn’t your fault but you should have just accepted it and got on with
doing your best from the start. It is
your temper that has brought you here to the auction house. So you fight back the anger inside you and
try not to think about the beating you would love to give Mr Muscles. If I want him, there is nothing you can do
about it.
With a sigh and a heavy heart, you continue crawling around
the room until the guests are ready to leave.
The tray is removed from your back and you are ordered to stand up and
go to the cloakroom to fetch the guests’ coats.
You help the men on with their coats and the ladies with their capes as
instructed. You realise that as you are
the only slave with this task, you will have to help me put my cape on. When it is my turn I turn my back to you and
remove the fur stole from my shoulders.
You can immediately see the livid welts creeping out of the top of the
dress, and you realise that this is why I have worn the fur stole all
evening. I couldn’t let the other guests
see them. Feeling bad again about what
you did, you gently lift the cape over my shoulders and fasten the clasp at my
neck. Up close to me you can smell the
perfume that you adore and traces of shampoo from my freshly washed hair. It sends a shiver down your spine and your
cock hardens as your fingers brush my bare skin. God, how you want me! If you could turn the clock back you would
never have left the first time around. You would have made sure you kept in touch
with me when you were free.
Your hands drop reluctantly to your sides as I move away
from you. Without turning round to
acknowledge you or to say goodbye I walk out to the waiting taxi. You are deeply hurt by that. You won’t be seeing me again and you thought
I would at least say goodbye and wish you luck at the auction. I obviously don’t care about you at all. That thought depresses you even more. You don’t know that the reason I didn’t speak
or turn around was because I was near to tears knowing what I am putting you
through. I don’t want you to know that I
do care what happens to you.
When all the guests have left your hands are again cuffed
behind your back the same as all the other slaves and you are ordered to kneel in
a circle in the drawing room. There you
are ordered to open your mouths while a cup is dipped into the bucket full of
disgusting body fluids and the contents poured into each of your mouths. All the other slaves like you gag while
trying to force the bitter slimy liquid down their throats, each of you
terrified of being sick knowing that any vomit will be added to the mixture to
be consumed.
Finally you are led to the slave quarters where thin and
well worn mattresses have been thrown on the floor. There aren’t however enough mattresses for
the number of slaves being bedded down for the night. To your horror you are forced to lie on the
same mattress as Mr Muscles, face to face with a short chain linking your ball
collar to his cock ring. You can see by
the expression on his face, that he isn’t too keen on this sleeping arrangement
either. Little do you realise you will
spend most of the week linked to this guy by your genitals……..
Chapter 10
You and Muscles as you have nicknamed him try to avoid
looking at each other, both of you absolutely hating being chained together so
intimately. You both pull back from each
other as far as you can without pulling too hard on your genitals. You may not want to sleep with each other,
but neither of you wants to spend the night with excruciating pain in your
genitals either.
Eventually you drift off to sleep. As you doze off you start to dream about
me. Being a guy your dream naturally centres
on sex. Without being aware of it your
cock hardens and starts leaking pre-cum.
You have also moved closer to Muscles in your sleep and your cock is now
pushing against his. You are brought
sharply awake when he head butts you. He lets out a torrent of abuse at you as
he is convinced you are trying to fuck him.
Although you are disorientated at being woken so suddenly and in pain
from being hit you are absolutely astounded that the abuse you are listening to
is in Dutch! When he stops for breath you
quickly speak to him in the same language.
This time it is his turn to look stunned.
You quickly explain that you were not trying to get off on
him. You were dreaming about your
beautiful Mistress who has brought you to this dreadful place to be auctioned
to the highest male bidder. He asks you
your story of how you came to end up here, and you tell him your story from the
start – your kidnap in the
‘Shit man, that’s my home!’ he says ‘I was out with some guys
from the ship ‘** ********’ when it was in the harbour there. One minute I was having a laugh and a few
beers, the next minute I woke up in some stinking shit hole with a chain around
my neck. I found out later that the girl
who set me up by drugging my drink thought I was a sailor from the ship.’
You are both shocked at the coincidence. You were probably taken on the same night and
by a gang of girls who obviously hate Dutch sailors.
(Unknown to you both is that the girl who kidnapped you is
part of a group who specifically target the armed forces. This is because important members of the
group have high powered civilian jobs within the armed forces. Once kidnapped, all the victim’s personal
details are wiped from official records.
The Commander of the ship is informed that the victim has been selected
for a secret mission and is now working for the Secret Service. The victim’s family is told a similar story
and informed that they may never see their loved one again because of the
danger of their family being kidnapped by terrorists. Although this is obviously distressing to the
families, they all accept what they are told without question. And that is why nobody has come looking for
you.)
You both continue talking about the things that you have
gone through since losing your freedom and of your former lives. You tell him that your name is
‘I can tell you what he’s doing’ you reply ‘he’s chained to
you by his balls!’ Muscles
looks at you in disbelief. You
can’t believe that this is your friend Dennis who you spent so many nights with
getting drunk and partying! Why didn’t
you recognize each other earlier? But
then, you think, neither of you was expecting to see someone in this place that
they had known over 15 years ago on an island thousands of miles away!
Neither of you sleep that night; you spend the whole night
catching up on what has happened to each of you over the last 15 years. When your talk of previous lives is exhausted
you discuss your current situation. You
both feel better knowing that you have support from each other.
‘Dennis I want to ask you for a favour’.
‘Ok friend, if it’s in my power to do anything for you I
will’.
‘As you know I am here because I whipped and raped my Mistress,
something I will never forgive myself for until the day I die, but what I want
to ask you is this: I noticed my Mistress
paying you a lot of attention today, and I admit I was jealous as hell, and I
wanted to beat you to a pulp, but I think that she is going to use the money
she makes from selling me to buy you for herself. If she does I want you to promise me that you
will look after her. That you will do
everything she asks of you without hesitation and that you treat her with the utmost
respect.’
Dennis looks at you in disbelief ‘you want me to treat with respect
the woman who bought your freedom and treats you like a dog!’ I’m sorry
Seeing how upset you are by this he says ‘okay, I won’t
promise to not try and escape, after all my freedom is the most important thing
to me as it should be to you, but I will promise not to physically hurt this
woman, and until an opportunity to escape comes up, I will look after her. Does that make you happier?’
You smile and say ‘I would make you shake hands on that
promise but unfortunately I’m a bit tied up at the moment!’ This makes you both laugh and the tension is
broken.
Before long a steward comes into the room and yells at you
all to stand up. This is extremely
difficult considering the way you are both chained to each other and with your
hands cuffed behind your backs. You both
grit your teeth at the inevitable pain that shoots through your genitals as you
try and stand up. When you are all
standing the steward orders you all to follow him. You both notice that the skinny guy is
chained by his ball collar to the most beautiful of the female slaves’
breasts. You both think the same thing how could a fucking ugly old guy like that
get chained to a stunning woman when you get chained to each other? They could at least have chained each of you
to a woman instead of each other!
You are led to a room where there are bowls on the floor
containing what looks like left over food scraps. It is your breakfast. The chain linking you to Dennis is removed which you are both relieved about. He may be an old friend of yours but being
chained to him is not good. Your relief
is short lived however as another chain is attached. This chain however, is 1.5m long giving you
more freedom of movement but meaning that you are still stuck with each
other. You are ordered to each kneel in
front of a bowl and eat. The slops in
the bowl look disgusting. You realise
that it is the left over food from the dinner party the night before. The dessert has been mixed in with the main
course and you know that it will taste vile.
You are sure that you can see some chewed up meat that someone has spat
back onto their plate. You fight the
urge to gag and lower your head, trying your best to eat the scraps without
either being sick – which you know you would be made to eat, or smearing your
face with food.
When you have finished you are taken to the communal
bathroom where you have to use the toilet while still attached to your
friend. You have been told that as there
is no toilet paper, if any of you has a shit their ‘partner’ will have to clean
their arse for them. As neither of you
has the use of your hands you know this means using your tongues. You are both horrified at the thought of
licking each other’s arseholes. You may
have been forced to do that to your Mistress before, but to do that to a
friend! You both resolve to try and
avoid having to shit for the rest of the week.
After you have all been forced under the freezing cold
shower your hands are re-cuffed in front of you with a longer length of chain,
to enable you to be able to carry out the work assigned to each of you; whilst
remaining in bondage. Dennis and you
have been given the task of clearing some of the land around the house of its
weeds and digging new flower beds. You
are both marched out of the house to the spot where you will be working. A metal cuff is attached to your left ankle,
above the cuff already there and a long length of chain attached to it. The other end of the chain is padlocked to a
D ring that has been embedded into a concrete post. You are left to your work without constant
supervision as the stewards know that there is no possibility of escape for
either of you.
A bucket of water has been left for you both to drink from,
the stewards realise that if you are not kept hydrated you will collapse and
will not be any use to them. You work hard for several hours, both of you
sweating heavily but not daring to stop for a rest, only stopping to drink the
water when you feel thirsty. Eventually
however, you feel the urge to shit and trying to hold it in is giving you
stomach cramps. There is no steward
around to ask for permission to go and you know you can’t hold it in much
longer, but then it occurs to you that if there is no one around to watch, you
can go where you are and bury it in the soil, wiping your arse with
leaves. You are sure Dennis will
appreciate not having to clean your arse for you! So while he keeps a look out for anyone
approaching you quickly relieve yourself and bury it
as deeply into the soil as you can. You
feel dirty doing it where you are as it makes you feel that you are no better
than an animal, and you feel depressed at how low you are sinking. You have no pride left anymore. Dennis realises from the expression on your
face how you are feeling and tries to cheer you up by reminding you of all the
things you both got up to when you were partying together.
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After many hours of hard work a steward comes to release you
and leads you both back to the slaves dining room
where you find another bowl of food on the floor. This time you are able to use your hands to
feed yourself with the leftover scraps of food that is your final meal of the
day. When you have finished you are both
taken to the bathroom and forced again into the cold shower where you are
ordered to wash each other. Although you
are good friends, doing this intimate thing to each other is embarrassing, but
you are glad that he is your friend and not a total stranger as that would be
even worse.
When you have finished showering, your linking chain is
removed and Dennis is led away. Hair
removal cream is applied to your legs and again to your chest to remove the
stubble that is growing back. The hair
on your genitals is also removed. Once
your body is completely hairless a razor is given to you with an order to shave
your face. Another party has been
arranged and unfortunately for you, tonight it is your turn to be the abused
slave. However, instead of being tied to
a coffee table it has been decided that you will be the centre piece of the
dining table. Your body will be covered
with food, and nobody wants to be eating your body hair with their canapés.
You are unaware of what is planned for you as you are led
into the dining room, but you know that something not very pleasant is going to
happen considering that you have just been de-fuzzed to have skin as smooth as
a woman’s. When you look down at your
cock you can’t believe how weird it looks without hair surrounding it, and you
know that it will itch like hell when it starts to grow back, but for now that
is the least of your worries. The dining
table has already been set with plates, wine glasses and cutlery, but tonight
there are no candles or flower arrangements adorning the centre of the
table. You soon realise why when you are
pulled across the room and ordered to lie down face up on it. Your stomach churns as you wonder what they
intend to do to you but you dare not refuse.
So you climb carefully onto the table and lie down, spreading your arms
and legs wide, as instructed so that your arms and legs can be tied to the
table legs. When you are secured a
condom is rolled down over your flaccid cock and then your cock is completely
bound with red ribbon. A butt plug is
forced into your anus, making you gasp in pain, and it is inflated to its
maximum so that you cannot force it out by pushing down on it with your arse muscles. You wonder why they have done this to you,
but once the other slaves start placing canapés and other food on your body,
you realise that they have bound your cock and forced the plug into you to
ensure that you don’t piss or shit over the food and ruin their meal. A small flower arrangement with a candle in
the middle of it is placed on your stomach as the centrepiece. An apple is pushed into your mouth as far as
it will go, forcing your jaw wide open.
It won’t be long before the ache in your jaw becomes unbearable, but as
you have been forced to bite into the apple there is no way that you can manage
to spit it out. You feel like a stuffed pig with the apple in your mouth and
realise that the intention is to make you resemble a pigs head on a platter.
When the guests enter, they clap their hands in delight as
they see you. You fight the urge to move
your head to see if I am one of them. If
you move and spill any of the food you know you will be in trouble. You desperately hope that I am not there
tonight. You would rather die than have your
Mistress see you looking like this.
For two torturous hours you are forced to lie there while
guests help themselves to food from your body.
When they are finished the guests sit back while they watch the skinny
slave climb onto the table and lick your body clean. You feel repulsed having his tongue flicking
over your skin but there is nothing you can do to stop him. When he is finished the guests leave the
table and retire to the drawing room for drinks.
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Your next job once you have been released is to be the
drinks trolley again. This time luckily
you don’t have to wear stockings or stillettos. Unfortunately, the stewards appear to have
forgotten that you still have a massive butt plug in your arse and that your
cock is tightly bound with ribbon. It
isn’t until the last guest finally departs and you are dragged to the bathroom
to use the toilet before you go to bed that the butt plug is finally removed
and your cock unbound. Unfortunately, it
is your friend who is instructed to do this for you and you are mortified at
having him touch you in such an intimate way.
By the look on his face he isn’t too happy about it either, but he does
as he is told rather than face a severe whipping.
As soon as the butt plug is removed you rush to the toilet
scared of emptying your bowels on the floor.
The steward supervising appears to have forgotten that your ‘partner’
should be cleaning your arse with his tongue, so you quickly use your hand, as
there is again no toilet paper. You then quickly wash your hands and the butt
plug clean using as much soap as you can.
You wonder why the steward had not forced you to clean the plug with
your tongue and assume that perhaps this steward is not as much as a sadist as
the others. The real
reason however, is that I have given instructions that under no circumstances
must you be forced to eat shit.
Cum and piss I consider acceptable for you to drink, because that is
something you will have to get used to anyway.
No Master or Mistress will take a slave who is not willing to drink
their juices. I have also instructed
them that you must not be severely whipped without my prior permission. Although I want you to see how awful life
will be like for you without me, I do not want you badly hurt whilst I own you,
unless you do something so dreadful that whipping is the only answer. However, as you are not aware of any of this
you are careful to try and obey all instructions. Anything to avoid the lash
of a whip that will tear your skin to shreds.
When you are finished you are returned to the slave
quarters, chained to your partner and left to sleep.
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For a couple of days the routine remains the same, you and
Dennis do all the hard work in the garden – not realising you have been given
this task as your owners want your muscles to be as big as possible for the
auction. The skinny old guy has spent
the week servicing the stewards’ sexual needs and doing the housework while
wearing his pink maid’s uniform.
Although you are both physically exhausted from the hard labour, you are
pleased that you are at least doing mens work rather
than sissy slave work. The evenings pass
the same, with different guests each night for you all to service in one way or
another.
One night you are promoted from drinks trolley to pussy
licker. This night is a ladies only
night. You are so glad that you won’t have to suck anyone’s cock. You are strapped face up to a workout bench, the
type where guys lie back and lift weights.
This is not for your benefit it is because it is comfortable for any of
the ladies who want to use your services.
They can sit comfortably astride your face without having to squat over
you straining their legs. To avoid you
becoming aroused, as would be highly likely considering the pleasant job you
have been given, the electric shock ball ring is removed and your dick is
forced into a chastity device. The finer
points of the device are explained to you by a female steward as she locks the
end of it around your balls. You have
never heard of a chastity belt for guys! You thought it was only girls who wore
them! But after she has finished
explaining it to you, you know that it will be painful for you as your cock
tries to harden. You are also horrified
when you realise that you can be locked into this device for the rest of your
life, and never achieve an erection again.
When you timidly ask her how you would empty your balls of sperm as
every male has to on a regular basis, she smiles and tells you how you can be
milked without the chastity belt being removed.
It doesn’t sound pleasant as it involves massaging your prostrate gland
via your arse. You shudder at the
thought and thank god that you only have to wear it for this evening, or so you
think………..
After your arms, legs, chest and stomach have been secured
to the legs of the workbench and the device locked onto your cock a blindfold
is placed over your eyes. You may have the
pleasure of tongue fucking lots of ladies this evening but you aren’t going to
be given the pleasure of seeing the women enjoying your services. You lie there for what seems like ages, with
your arms and legs becoming numb from immobility before you suddenly sense
someone standing near you. A sudden stab
of pain in your bollocks makes you scream.
The first clothespin of the evening has just been attached to your balls
by the first woman to mount your face.
Unfortunately for you she isn’t the lightest in weight of the guests, in
fact she is the heaviest woman there and she sits down facing your cock with a
heavy thump completely encasing your head in her rolls of fat. You instantly realise that this is not going
to be the best job at all. With her weight
pressing on your face you think your nose has been broken and it isn’t long
before you are struggling to breathe.
You are unable to make any movement to indicate your distress, and you
can feel the panic rising to an uncontrollable level. Oh my God you think you are going to
die! You always hoped you would die in
bed asleep in your old age, never in your wildest dreams did you imagine you
would be suffocated to death by a huge elephant of a woman! A sudden thwack across your thighs from a
cane makes you scream, but the sound is smothered by the huge arse covering
your face. Can’t anybody see what is happening?! The woman has hit you because of your failure
to stimulate her pussy. She is too
pissed to realise that she is suffocating you.
Just as you are on the point of slipping into unconsciousness a steward
notices and suggests politely to the lady that perhaps she would get more
stimulation from your tongue if she were to raise her pussy slightly. Dennis and the other male slave are called
away from their existing duties to help the woman remain standing by supporting
her weight. Dennis gives you a look of
sympathy but as you are blindfolded you can’t see it.
Once the weight has been removed from your face you suck in
a huge lungful of air to try to calm the panic rising within you. You really thought you were about to die, and
what a god awful way to go. Another
thwack across your thighs makes you cry out again. You have barely caught your
breath but the woman is impatient for your tongue, oblivious to the suffering
she has just caused you. Knowing you
have no choice and not wanting to risk being squashed and suffocated again you
slowly start to circle your tongue around her puckered arse hole, forcing your
face into the loose flesh to gain access to her hole, then slowly you flick
your tongue up and down her slit. Each
time she wants you to go faster or slower she hits you with the cane. After a while your tongue is aching and your
thigh is on fire where she keeps hitting the same spot. The pain in your thigh has cancelled out the
pain in your balls from the clothespin.
Just as you think you can’t keep going she suddenly spasms and cum
explodes out of her pussy soaking your face.
Her juices run down your throat and up your nose making you choke. The bitter taste of her juices makes you feel
really sick. The humiliation of giving
oral sex to a huge and probably disgusting woman in front of a room full of
women, some of whom were openly laughing while they watched the spectacle in
front of their eyes is too much and you start crying. As you are blindfolded the tears cannot
escape down your face but instead soak the cloth binding your eyes. You feel that you have reached your lowest
point and must surely be on the way to hell.
Over the next two hours you service eight more women, each
woman placing her own clothespin either on your balls or on the sensitive strip
of skin between your balls and your anus.
Each time you cringe with the fresh pain it brings, but you manage to
stay silent. Some of the pussies you taste are disgusting and unwashed while
others taste surprisingly pleasant, as if their owners take a great deal of
care over their personal hygiene, for which you are grateful to them, but each
woman tastes different. You wonder if
you would come to recognise which woman you were servicing if you licked each
woman more than once. After two hours your tongue feels swollen and is aching
beyond belief. You really don’t think
you can continue but dare not speak to beg for a break. You can just imagine what would happen to
you. They would probably dream up some
awful torture for you as punishment.
Maybe they would make you suck the stewards and male slaves
cocks. The thought makes you
shudder. So far you have managed to
avoid doing anything sexual to another man, although you know that on Friday
the day of the auction that will change.
From then on you will do nothing but suck cocks. You briefly wonder why you haven’t spent all
week sucking cocks. After all you can’t
imagine a guy wanting to buy a male slave if he is no good at giving head.
You are completely unaware that this is yet another order I
have left with the stewards. Whilst you
can be humiliated as they see fit, and I have no objection to you being tied or
chained to another male, you are not in any way to be used to service men
sexually. If you knew of my instruction
you would wonder why then it is my intention to sell you to a man, if not for
sex, what use would you be as a man’s slave?
Before you have a chance to think too much about the reasons
why, you suddenly feel a cold wet cloth gently wiping your face clean of all
the cum and piss, while a hand gently strokes your hair. You are startled by this small act of
kindness and even more so when your head is lifted up gently from the bench and
a straw is placed in your mouth to help you to drink a cool glass of
water. When you have finished you
automatically start to say thank you but a finger is placed on your lips to
stop you speaking. Then your head is
laid back down and you can sense the same person stand up and climb astride the
bench to stand over your face. You know
it is a woman because you can smell the delicate fragrance of her perfume. The smell is familiar but in your exhausted
mind you can’t remember where you have smelt it before.
The woman gently lowers herself over your face but does not
sit heavily on you like some of the other women did, for which you are
grateful. You automatically raise your
head to start licking her but she pushes your head back down and gently moves
her hips forwards and backwards so that her pussy rubs the tip of your nose,
gradually pushing your nose deeper into her as she rides your face. For some reason though, perhaps because she
was kind enough to clean you and give you water you trust her, and don’t panic
that she will suffocate you. You seem to
trust that she will let you breathe in between burying your face inside her
pussy. When she has made herself wet
from rubbing her clit over your nose she lifts your head gently to indicate
that she is ready for you to lick her to orgasm.
As you start to tease your tongue in and out of her vagina
and nibble on her clitoris you feel sure that you have licked this pussy
before. The taste and smell are familiar
and together with the familiar smell of the perfume she is wearing you suddenly
realise with absolute certainty that your beautiful Mistress is standing above
you. You do not need to see me to
recognise the contours, smell and feel of my pussy. Your heart soars and you promise yourself to
give me the best oral sex and orgasm of my life, and you start licking and
sucking with renewed enthusiasm.
Unfortunately as you do, you become aroused yourself and the chastity
device which you had forgotten you were wearing suddenly starts its job. As your cock tries to swell it becomes
trapped in the tube surrounding it. The
blood is continuing to flow to your cock but it can’t become fully hard. The pain is excruciating and at the same time
the pain in your balls from the clothespins attached to them heightens because
of your excited state. You stop licking
as you screw your face up with pain until I gently pull your head back into my
pussy and urge you to continue. With
difficulty you try and make your cock become soft again while concentrating on
giving me the best tonguing you can. You
again experience extreme pain and pleasure at the same time, the pain in your
cock and balls and the pleasure of tasting my nectar. I always seem to be able to make you
experience both extremes at the same time.
Never before in your free life did you feel such intensity of feelings
as I make you feel. You are becoming
more and more bound to me emotionally, which I know will eventually make you completely mine, without bondage, you will become a willing
slave instead of a forced one.
Eventually I can control myself no longer and my legs start
shaking as I feel the orgasm building.
Gripping your hair tightly and pulling your face into me at the same
time I explode and cum all over your face.
Again it goes up your nose as well as in your mouth, but this time you
are happy to accept it because it comes from your beloved Mistress. Not long ago you thought you were on the road
to hell, but now in this instant you feel as if you are on the path to
heaven. You know that if you never see
me again you will always remember this one last time with me.
I climb off you and bend down to give you a kiss on the
lips. Then I remove the clothespins from
your skin. I know that it will cause you
extreme pain as the blood rushes back and I want to cause you as little pain as
possible so remove them as quickly as I can.
You can’t help but moan with the pain and try and struggle in your bonds
as it is agony, but you are determined not to embarrass me in front of everyone
by screaming like a sissy boy. You want
to show me that you are a man and will take any pain I give you to endure. I massage your balls to get the blood flowing
quickly to reduce the pain for you.
Although rubbing your balls would normally give you an instant erection,
the pain in them stops you becoming aroused, which is just as well considering
the cruel chastity device locked on your cock.
When I have finished you are released from the bench. I re-cuff your arms and legs by attaching the
short lengths of chain to your leather cuffs and put a glass of water in your
hand for you to drink. When you have
finished your blindfold is removed. You
find it difficult to focus at first because of the bright lights after having
your eyes in darkness for so long. When
you can see properly your eyes search for me but I have gone. You are disappointed that once again I have
left you without a word of kindness, but are grateful for that one last
intimacy I allowed you before I am lost to you forever.
Chapter 11
As you have finished pleasuring the guests
pussies for the evening you are led by your leash to the shower block and told
to clean yourself as you have other duties to attend to and the guests don’t
want a slave stinking of pussy juices serving them. Your tongue is swollen and dry and your jaw
aching and you are desperate for a cool drink, but you know that you will not
be offered another drink this evening, so while you are in the shower you lean
your head back and try to drink as much water from the shower as you can. As the shower is cold yet again, your thirst
is soon relieved. The shower also goes
some way to relieving the ache left in your balls from the clothespins.
When you are finished and you have dried yourself you are
led still naked (apart from the chastity device which it appears the stewards
have forgotten to remove) back into the drawing room. Your duty this time is to give foot massages
to those women who want one. You are
instructed by the steward to crawl on your hands and knees to each guest in
turn and beg them to let you lick their feet and suck their toes. You feel your face flush red with
embarrassment at the thought of begging these women to do something so
degrading, but as you found out a long time ago, you have no choice in what you
do. Your life no longer belongs to
you. Reluctantly but quickly to avoid
the bite of a whip across your flesh, you drop to your knees and crawl to the
first woman waiting for you, wondering how much lower you can sink into
humiliation.
Keeping your head subserviently down, as you dare not look
the woman in the eyes incase you are beaten you ask ‘Please ma’am I beg you to
be kind enough to allow me - a worthless slave to caress your beautiful feet,
and if you will allow me, to take your beautiful toes into my undeserving mouth
so that I may give you pleasure.’
Your voice wavers as you force the words out. You are near to tears knowing that this is
how your life will be from now on.
Pleasuring countless men and women who have no regard or thought for
your feelings. To them you are not a
human being, you are just a worthless piece of meat to be abused as they see
fit.
When the woman hears your foreign accent, she leans forward
and holding your chin lifts your head up so that she can look at your
face. Looking at her you can see she is
in her 60’s and has a kind face. She
looks like someone’s grandmother, what on earth is she doing here?!
‘Mmmm that is such a sexy accent
you have, what country are you from?’
‘I’m from the
‘Oh, uit het land van de tulpen en molens, ik dacht
al dat je accent me bekend voorkwam. ik heb daar ook gewoond,
vele jaren geleden, in de stad Heerhugowaard’
(‘Ah, from the country of tulips and
windmills.
I thought your accent was familiar.
I used to live there myself many years ago, in a place called Heerhugowaard’) Your heart beats faster as you hear the
name of this place. It is so close to
your own home!
‘maar, uit welk
gedeelte van het mooie land kom je’ ?? (‘So’ she continues ‘which part of that beautiful country do you come from?’)
Slipping immediately into your native tongue you reply ‘ik kom uit
She looks at you in surprise ‘ja jongeman,
dat
As you kneel there completely stunned at what she has said
another guest interrupts her.
‘Maritje, please stop talking! You are wasting time. If you don’t want that slut to pleasure your
feet, there are plenty of us waiting for its services.’
Maritje laughs and patting you on the head she turns to the other
woman ‘I’m afraid ladies, you are going to have a long wait, I have just
discovered that this lovely slut is from my home country, and I intend to sit
here talking to it about my homeland, while it massages my feet with its hands
and talks to me in Dutch at the same time.
It has been a long time since I have been able to speak in my own
language. So as I am the eldest here and
this evening is in celebration of my birthday I am going to keep this slut with
me for a while. You will have to find
your pleasure elsewhere!’
Your mind is in turmoil.
You are sure that the nephew she is talking about is your good friend
Richard who works for the Esso oil company. There can’t possibly be two guys with the
same name doing the same job that live in Den Helder. That would be too much of a coincidence! You try to remember whether Richard has ever
mentioned an aunt by the name of Maritje but you just can’t remember. But even as your mind is racing with this
news, you are also aware of the conversation she is having with her friend and
you are hurt that she has called you a ‘slut’ and ‘it’, as if even she believes
that you, a fellow countryman, are not a human being.
As she turns her attention back to you, you fight the tears
that are threatening to spill from your eyes, but one solitary tear escapes and
rolls down your cheek. Tenderly, she
wipes the tear away and strokes your face.
Smiling gently at you she says ‘kom op slaaf, waarom tranen? je
realiseert je nu hoe gelukkig je bent. de meeste mannen zouden er
een moord voor doen, om
zoveel poesjes te likken als
jij deed, deze avond, maar jij
hebt het geluk dat je
het voor de resr van je leven
kan doen, zonder de moeite te doen om
een jongedame eerst te leren
kennen’. (‘come
now young slaaf, why the tears? Surely you realise how lucky you are. Most men would kill to have the opportunity
to lick as many pussies as you have this evening, but you are lucky enough to
have the pleasure of doing so for the rest of your life without having to
bother getting to know a young lady first.’)
You can’t
believe what she has just said. Geluk ?? hoe
Continuing in your own language you hesitantly tell her your
story, from the day you were kidnapped to the day I brought you to the auction
house, although you do not tell her of the reasons why I brought you here, you
just tell her that your Mistress became bored with you and decided to trade you
in for a new slave. Maritje listens
intently to your story and does not interrupt while you tell it. When you have finished you look down at the
floor, as you are ashamed at having to tell this woman, who is almost a
neighbour to your family, your humiliating story.
Maritje lifts your head again forcing you to look at her. ‘Zo slaaf, je hebt
je nog niet
helemaal gegeven aan je Meesteres. als je dat
gedaan had, had je je niet hoeven
schamen voor je positie in deze
wereld. je
moet trots zijn om bezit te
worden bij je Meesteres. misschien
is het daarom, waarom zij gekozen
heeft om je te verkopen.
Misschien
As she speaks kindly to you, and because you know that the
others in the room cannot understand what you are both saying you gain the
courage to tell her of your true feelings.
‘Alstublieft mevrouw, vergeef me als
u denkt dat ik te vrij
spreek, maar ik had nooit de gelegenheid om vrij te spreken
met iemand over mijn gevoelens, maar u heeft me veel vriendelijkheid
gegeven door met te praten deze avond.
terwijl ik hier in het veiling huis was, te wachten
om verkocht te wordennaar een
levende hel, realiseerde ik me dat ik heel veel
hou van mijn Meesteres Maar ik sta
in tweestrijd tussen mijn liefde voor
haar en om mijn vrijheid terug
te krijgen, zodat ik terug
kan keren naar mijn familie.
ik mis ze
heel heel erg.Ik weet dat het
nu te laat
is om bij mijn Meesteres te zijn, ze heeft
mij al weggegeven, aan daarvoor voel
ik mij zeer
droevig, maar misschien kan ik
op een dag naar huis terug
keren. ik
moet daar maar op hopen, want hoop is het enige wat
ik heb. Zonder
dat ben ik
zo goed als
dood’
(‘Please ma’am, forgive me if you think I speak too freely, but I have been unable to talk to anyone of my feelings and you have shown me much kindness by talking to me this evening. While I have been here at this auction house, waiting to be sold into a living hell, I have come to realise that I love my Meesteres dearly. But I am torn between my love for her and my desperate need to regain my freedom, so that I may return home and be with my family. I miss them so much I think my heart will break. I know that it is too late to be with my Meesteres, she has already given me away and for that I feel great sadness, but perhaps I can one day return home. I have to hope so anyway, as hope is all I have left. Without it I may as well be dead.’)
‘Slaaf ik begrijp je gevoelens,
je bent nog niet lang genoeg
slaaf om te leren je
emotionele gevoelens uit te schakelen,
maar dat zal je wel
leren. Wanneer je eens beseft
dat je vrijheid
weg is, en hoe de rst van je leven zo
eruit ziet, ben je vast meer
tevreden met je leven.’ (‘Slave, I understand your feelings,
you have not been enslaved for a long enough time to learn how to stop having
any emotional feelings, but you will learn in time. Once you completely accept that your freedom
is gone and this is how the rest of your life will be, you will become more
content with your life.’)
Taking a deep breath you decide to ask for her help ‘alstublieft mevrouw, ik ben bang om dit
aan u te vragen, omdat u misschien daar melding van maakt, en ik dan
daar weer voor gestraft wordt,
maar als ik het niet
vraag, zal ik nooit kunnen
rusten’. (‘please ma’am I am terrified of
asking this of you, incase you report me and I am severely punished as a
result, but if I do not ask I will never be able to rest’), before you can
change your mind you quickly continue ‘wilt u overwegen om
mij te kopen ?? als u dat doet , en u me vrij laat zodat ik
terug naar huis
‘Sorry slaaf, ik heb echt met je te doen, het lijkt dat
je natuurlijk onderdanig bent, en je leert te accepteren
wat jij overkomen
is. maar ik
bezit al diverse slaven zelf, en allemaal hebben ze geleerd
om blij te
zijn met de rol in mijn leven. sterker nog, de stewards hier in het veilinghuis
zijn slaven. Zoals je ziet
zijn ze niet
vastgebonden, en degene buiten de wereld van slavernij, zullen nooit raden dat
het slaven zijn. Ze zijn
tevreden om bezit te worden
door een Meesteres, en zijn
toegewijd aan hun Meesteres, zodat het niet nodig
is om ze
aan de ketting te leggen.’ (‘I’m so sorry slave; my heart goes
out to you. It seems that you are not
naturally submissive and may never learn to accept what you have become. I own several slaves myself and each of them
has learnt to be happy with their role in my life. In fact the stewards here at the auction
house are slaves. As you can see they
are not kept in bondage, and those in the world outside of slavery would never
guess what they are. They are content to
be owned by their Meesteres and are devoted to her; so there is no need for
them to be kept in chains.)
‘ik ben niet
in de positie om je voor mezelf
te kopen, en je boft heel erg dat je tegen
me kon praten, en tegen niemand anders
in deze kamer, over je verlangen om
vrij te zijn.
Anders had ik geen keus om je te straffen
met een zweep om een voorbeeld
te stellen voor de anderen. ik
From the puzzled expression on your face Maritje can see
that you have not understood fully what she is saying.
(‘
You are speechless.
On the one hand you cannot believe that Richard’s aunt owns a slave
auction house. Does he know what his aunt does to make money? Perhaps he has been
here, or is involved in the business? Did he have anything to do with your
kidnap? There are so many questions
you want to ask, but your instincts tell you not to let this woman know that
her nephew is your friend. If you tell
her, and Richard does not know of her dealings in the slave trade, she may feel
she cannot allow you to be free incase you tell him and who knows else of her
involvement. On the other hand you can’t
believe that you may yet obtain your freedom.
Will I let you go, or do I hate
you so much for what you have done that I will never give you the chance to
become free? You desperately hope
that I give my permission for you to fight.
As you boxed for a few years when you were younger you know that you
stand a pretty good chance of winning.
You start to feel excited at the thought that freedom could soon be
yours.
‘Zo Roy, wil je
dat ik met je Meesteres praat of niet ??’ (‘Well
‘Ja alstublieft mevrouw, ik smeek u, vraagt
u alstublieft mijn Meesteres. ik zal u eeuwig dankbaar
zijn, als u dat voor mij
wilt doen’ (‘Yes
please, ma’am I beg you, please ask my Mistress. I will be forever grateful to you if you
would do that for me’.)
‘Oke Roy, ik zal
mijn best doen om haar over te
halen..., maar nu heb ik
al teveel tijd in je gestoken. Vandaag
ben je nog
steeds een slaaf, dus je
moet smeken aan de andere mevrouwen,
om hun voeten
te verwennen’. (‘Ok Roy, I will do my best to persuade her. Now I have taken up too much of your
time. Today you are still a slaaf so you must now beg the other ladies for the
pleasure of their feet.’)
‘Ja Mevrouw,
ik
With a happier heart you kiss Maritje’s
feet and crawl on hands and knees to the next guest to beg for the pleasure of
kissing and caressing her feet.
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When the party for the ladies has ended and you have
finished clearing up the mess left behind, with the other slaves your arms are
cuffed behind your back and you are led, this time by a leash attached to your
neck collar, down some stairs and into the basement. The basement has been divided into separate
rooms, each with a heavy wooden door. You
start to tremble with fear as you realise that this is the punishment cellar. Maritje has tricked you. You are
going to be punished for daring to beg for your freedom! How could you have been so stupid to open
your big mouth and beg for freedom, and to the owner of the auction house! You briefly wonder if it would be a good idea
to try and get a message passed to Maritje that you are a good friend of her
nephew. You do not think for a moment
that your friendship with her nephew would persuade her to release you, but
perhaps if she knew, she may not punish you too harshly.
While you are trying to figure out what is the best thing to
do, tell her about Richard or say nothing, you are pulled into a room and
pushed into a kneeling position on the floor.
At this point the decision is made for you, as a large ball gag is
forced into your mouth and strapped tightly behind your head. Miserably you realise you won’t be mentioning
your friendship after all. As you kneel
there on the floor you look around the room your eyes opening wide with fear as
you see all the instruments of torture hanging on the walls or standing on the
floor. It looks like a mediaeval torture
chamber! Now you are really
worried. Is the old woman going to have
you tortured to death?
The steward who has brought you to the basement is the same
one who initially took charge of you when you first came to the auction
house. Although you now know that he is
also a slave, he is obviously a trusted slave and higher up the ‘food chain’
than you, and he is the one who will administer your punishment. Judging by the clothes he is wearing, all
leather and still with those heavy biker boots and the ugliest face you have
ever seen with numerous piercings and tattoos all over his body, all of which
make him look like a Hells Angels biker, you know that he isn’t going to be too
gentle with you. You dare not raise your
head to look at him, he may only be a slave like you but he also has a lot of
power over you. As you kneel there
waiting for the torture to begin you wonder if this guy was a biker in his
previous life, and if so how the hell did he allow someone to overpower him and
turn him into a slave. You have also
heard many horror stories about what bikers do to people who piss them off, and
the horrific things they do to people just for fun. You can’t stop your body trembling as you
start imagining all the horrific tortures this guy is about to inflict on you.
If you looked at the guy’s face you would see that he is
impassive about you and what he is about to do to you. He does not get a kick out of torturing
others and what he is about to do, he is doing purely because he has been
ordered to, failure to carry out his orders would mean torture and punishment
for himself, which like you he is desperate to avoid. In fact if you had ever had the opportunity
to speak to him you would know that he has never been a Hells Angel. He was just an average guy working on a
building site in Germany. He was hand
picked by a woman who took a fancy to him and so was kidnapped to order, put
through basic slave training at a secret camp (which you were lucky enough to
avoid, it being most unusual for a slave to be taken straight from being
kidnapped to their owner). His owner
likes ‘a bit of rough’ and decided to turn him into a Hells Angel. She gets a huge kick out of being able to
dominate a man who looks as if he is part of one of the most feared gangs in
the world. He is still owned by his
original Mistress but she puts him to work at the auction house during sales as
a favour to her friend Maritje.
Walking behind you Dan, as he is called, attaches a chain
that is hanging from a pulley in the ceiling to your handcuffs and using the
pulley shortens the chain forcing you onto your feet. He continues to shorten the chain until your
arms are forced high up your back and your body is bent forward at the
waist. He only stops when your feet have
been lifted so that you have to stand on the tips of your toes. The pain in your shoulders is excruciating
and you are terrified that your arms will be wrenched from their sockets. Then unexpectedly you feel a quick pain in
your arse as something is pushed into it.
After a minute the small object is removed.
What the hell was that? Your question is answered when Dan
moves in front of you. Lifting your head
slightly you see that he is holding a thermometer. What is
happening? Why is he taking your
temperature, and why from your arse as if you were an animal? Dan is also holding a notepad in which he
records your body temperature. Next,
using a tape measure he records the diameter of your upper arms, which by now
are bulging hugely with the strain of your arms being forced up high behind
your back. Next he records the diameter
of your thighs in the notebook. This is
followed by your chest and waist measurements being taken.
You are completely bewildered. Why is
he taking your body temperature and measurements? It suddenly occurs to you that perhaps he is
measuring you for a coffin! Are you going to be killed? But no that can’t be the reason, you don’t
take a guy’s temperature if you are going to stiff him!
When he has finished he puts some slack in the chain and you
grunt with relief at being lowered, easing the pain in your arms and legs. Detaching the pulley chain from your cuffs
Dan takes hold of your leash and pulls you without a word out of the room, down
a corridor and into another room. This
room is laid out with gym equipment, and you can see that already there are
other guys that you have never seen before using the equipment. On looking more closely at them you realise
that they are chained to the equipment they are using. Chained in such a way that
they are forced to use the equipment until they are released. Some of them look exhausted and barely able
to continue with the exercise that has been given to them to perform. You can’t understand why they don’t have a
rest from the exercises. After all there
doesn’t appear to be a Steward supervising them. But whatever is going on you are relieved to
discover that you haven’t been brought down here to be tortured. So why have you been brought down here?
You soon realise the purpose when you are led to a running
machine. Your hands are uncuffed from behind your back and re-cuffed to the rails
on each side of the treadmill. Wires
connected to sticky pads are then attached to your chest, over your heart and
your upper back. The wires are connected
to a small box attached to the treadmill.
You realise that this is to monitor your heart rate and your lung
capacity and breathing. Metal cuffs are
then attached to your ankles, with lengths of wire coming from them leading
into the same small box.
Dan sets the electronic running machine to simulate running
up and down hills. Then he leaves the
room, leaving you to get on with it. Shit! I haven’t done any running for months. This is going to kill me! The
pace starts off fairly easy but after a couple of minutes it becomes harder as
the running machine forces you to run faster, and then it becomes harder still
as the setting on the machine switches to uphill mode. Fuck, you think, you can’t keep going. Your heart is going to burst. The sweat is dripping off your body and
running from your forehead into your eyes, and as you can’t wipe the sweat away
your eyes soon start to sting. Your
breathing also becomes very heavy and difficult as you are still gagged. When you feel you can take no more you decide
to stop running, after all there is no one around to see you stop.
That’s when you realise what the purpose is of the wires
coming from the metal cuffs round your ankles.
‘Aaaaaaaaaaagh’ you scream into the gag as an
electric shock rips through your body.
The sweat on your body has made the shock even more intense as it has
conducted the electricity more effectively through you. Now you know why none of the other guys dare
stop their own exercises! Although you
are forced to keep your feet moving on the treadmill, the sensors in the pads
on your back and chest react to your breathing and heart rate, making the
machine slow down long enough to give you time to recover. But still you are forced to run for an hour
before Dan returns to release you.
As soon as you are released you collapse to the floor
struggling to steady your breathing, which is made difficult because of the
gag. Dan realising you are struggling
for breath releases the gag to allow you to regain control of your
breathing. He also gives you a large
glass of water with added electrolytes to drink, to replace the fluids and
minerals you have lost through sweating.
Once you are breathing normally the ball gag is pushed back
into your mouth and strapped tightly again behind your head. You are then led to more equipment where you
are forced to lift weights amongst other exercises. You can’t believe that at this time of night,
nearly midnight that you are being forced to exercise! You are so exhausted from being the evening
entertainment for the ladies that all you want to do is sleep, but there is no
chance of that for God knows how long!
After each exercise Dan makes notes in the notepad about your progress
and ability. You are also given water to
drink to prevent you from dehydrating and becoming ill. You have realised that the point of all this,
is to see how fit you are to take part in the boxing match tomorrow. After all if you are really unfit and you are
pitted against someone who is much fitter than you, you could end up dead in
the boxing ring, and that would cost too much money to the auction house,
because not only would Maritje have to pay money to the Owner who’s slave wins
the boxing match, she would also have to pay your Owner for the loss of
you. But you know that it they don’t let
you sleep soon, you will be dead on your feet in the morning, let alone dead in
the boxing ring!
At various times throughout the evening other slaves are
unchained from the equipment and led out of the room, to where you don’t know,
as they are certainly not from the same group you have been sharing quarters
with. You have tried to check out each
guy to see how fit he is, so that you can try and work out how good a chance
you stand of winning the tournament. All
you can think of now is how freedom is so close to being yours. You have noticed that Dennis was not amongst
those in the gym and assume that he has not been selected to take part. You feel pity for him, that he will not have
the chance to win his freedom, but you are also glad as you would hate to have
to fight him knowing that if he lost the fight, it would be your fault that he
was forced to remain enslaved. But you vow
to yourself, that if you do win the fight you will not rest until you have
managed to obtain his freedom also.
When Dan has decided that you have completed all the tests
to his satisfaction you are released from the equipment and your hands
re-cuffed behind your back. The metal
cuffs are removed from your ankles and replaced with leather cuffs with a short
hobble chain between them. He then pulls
you, again by the leash, into yet another room containing small cages stacked
one above the other. Slaves are already
occupying some of them. You are ordered
to crawl into the bottom cage. When you
are in the cage the door is closed and locked.
This will be your bed for the night.
At least there is enough room to stretch out your legs for which you are
grateful. Glancing above you though, you
realise that the bottom of the cage above your head has bars, rather than a
solid floor. You hope to God the
occupant of the cage above you does not piss during the night, as there is only
one place for it to land – on you. With
that thought you try and sleep. You know
tomorrow will be a tough day…..
Chapter 12
When Maritje approached me to ask for permission to enter
you into the boxing match for the chance to win your freedom I felt a little
disappointed. I had already heard your declaration
of love for me and your willingness to serve me devotedly, if you were given
another chance, from the various microphones and concealed cameras dotted about
the house, but it seems there is still a large part of you that is desperate to
obtain your freedom. Would that part of
you come back to the surface if I ever took a chance on bringing you back home
to continue serving me, instead of selling you?
Perhaps at the start you would be the most devoted of slaves, but in
time your resentment of me might grow again and if that happened what would you
be prepared to do to me to become free?
There is no way I would put myself at risk of your violence
again, so now I am stuck ‘between a rock and a hard place’ as the expression
goes. I can understand your need for
freedom (perhaps if I had treated you better at the beginning you would have
been more content to accept your fate, but now I will never know), but in
reality although I have brought you here I have no wish to sell you, I want to
take you home. In spite of what you did
to me there is a part of me that has become addicted to you and I do not want
to let you go. The sensible side of me
knows that I should rid myself of you because of your unpredictable behaviour,
and because I have allowed myself to develop feelings for you that are not
appropriate to have towards a slave. And
that is what makes you more dangerous.
Each time I have dropped my guard and allowed you some freedom to be my
lover instead of my slave you have taken advantage of that and tried to
escape. I was hoping when I first bought
you that over time, you would come to accept your position and be content to
serve me. And then I would have been able
to give you a better life with more freedom once trust developed between us. I never wanted to keep you permanently in
bondage or make your life a misery, but it appears that if I changed my mind
and took you home again both of those things would be your life for a long time
to come.
After discussing the situation with Maritje who has told me
what you said to her, I have come to the decision to allow you to fight for
your freedom, although with the agreement of Maritje there is one change to the
usual boxing match. I need to see just
how badly you want your freedom, and who you are prepared to fight to obtain
it. If you react the way I hope you
will, I will have the answer to my questions about you.
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The following morning you wake early after a bad night’s
sleep. Your left arm is numb after
sleeping with your weight on it, but you wake in a good mood. Even the fact that the guy above you did piss
on you during the night cannot dampen your mood. Today could be the last day of your
enslavement. You could soon be going
home!
Dan arrives to collect you and the others. You are all chained together by your collars
and led to the shower block to use the toilet and showers. You have been desperate to use the toilet for
a couple of hours but were determined not to humiliate yourself by pissing on
the floor of the cage. You do hope
though that you get to fight the guy who slept above you. You would love to give him a beating for
pissing on you. The dirty bastard should
have been able to keep his piss in his bladder for a few hours!
After showering you are led still chained to each other to
the room where you eat your breakfast from bowls on the floor. You have never been able to come to terms
with the humiliation of eating like a dog from the floor and you hope that this
is the last time you have to do it. Once
finished you are separated from the others, as you are the only one from this
group who is due to fight. It appears
that the others are new arrivals brought here ready for the auction taking
place tomorrow. The exercise in the gym
was to make their bodies look the best the owners can make them, so that they
fetch the highest price possible at the sale.
The boxing match is to be held in the evening so you still
have slave duties to perform throughout the day. You can hardly contain your excitement about
your chance for freedom, and the evening cannot come soon enough for you. Today you are not put to work in the
gardens. If you are forced to do manual
work you will be too tired to fight, and that would disappoint the guests
greatly. They are looking forward to
seeing grown men fighting desperately for their freedom. You are therefore put
to work cleaning the kitchen and other household duties with some of the female
slaves. You do not see Dennis all day so
don’t have the opportunity to discuss the fight with him. You want to be able to tell him that if you
win you will not stop until you have obtained his freedom too. Even if it means you have to take out a huge
bank loan to purchase him from his owner.
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As the time approaches for the boxing match you are released
from your duties and taken to the shower block to wash, shave and prepare
yourself. A female slave is brought in
to oil your body for you with bronzing oil.
It is important that you look good in the boxing ring. You can feel your excitement rising. You have no fear of fighting a man you have
never met, and you will do whatever is necessary to him to make sure that you
win.
When you are ready the female slave winds cloth around your
hands in preparation, you think, for the boxing gloves to be put on. However once she has finished you are taken
straight away to the room where the fight will take place. As you approach the room you can hear that a
fight is already in progress. The cheers
and jeers coming from the audience make you nervous and your stomach starts
churning and your heart beats faster.
You are made to stand outside the door until it is your turn to
fight.
Shortly after the room becomes quieter, which you realise
signals the end of the fight and the door is opened and a slave – the loser in
this fight by the look of him, is dragged out.
You are concerned when you see that he has been battered and has livid
bruises and cuts all over his body, except his face. He is groaning in agony and you suspect that
he has a few broken bones to go with the cuts and bruises. He looks as if he has been in a street fight
not a boxing match with the competitors wearing boxing gloves!
When you are pushed into the room, you realise why the poor
guy looked so bad. There are no boxing
gloves and the boxing ring is in fact a large square cage in the middle of a
huge room. Chairs have been placed
around all sides of the cage, and the audience is sitting waiting with
anticipation for the next fight to start.
With a sinking feeling you realise that this is not a true boxing
match. It is in fact cage fighting, an
‘underground’ sport and completely illegal.
You have read about the ‘sport’ and know that there are hardly any
rules. You could find yourself literally
beaten to death. Fuck, you should have
realised that in this world of slaves and Masters that you would never be given
an easy chance to win your freedom.
Boxing you may have been good at in your youth, but street fighting is a
different matter. You haven’t had a
fight since you were at school, and with a sudden feeling of certainty you know
that you are not going to come out of this fight very well, unless your
opponent is even worse at fighting than you.
At this point you are quite glad that you are wearing a chastity
tube. At least your cock will have some
protection, if no other part of your body does.
Just before you are pushed into the cage the manacles on
your wrists and ankles are removed. Your
freedom to move will not be restricted once locked into the cage. A mouth guard is however fitted and strapped
tightly round your head so that you cannot spit it out. As well as protecting your teeth from any stray
punches to your face it will stop you biting or ripping chunks of flesh from
your opponent.
Once in the cage you are ordered to stand in the centre with
your head down, hands behind your head and your legs spread wide apart to await
your opponent. You do so and stand there
waiting in nervous anticipation, hoping to God that you don’t have to fight a
‘hard’ man. The 50 year old skinny slave
would suit you. You would have no
problems fighting him and beating him to a pulp if necessary.
The cage door creaks open on hinges that need oiling and you
know that your opponent has joined you.
Although you still do not know who he is, you are too scared to raise
your head until ordered to do so. The
rules of the fight are explained to you:
And that is the only rule.
Each round lasts 3 minutes and will be signalled by the
sound of a bell.
The bell sounds the start of the 1st round and
you look up to face your opponent. The shock on your faces mirror each other. You and Dennis will be fighting each other
for your freedom. Fuck. You have no time to think beyond that as
Dennis launches himself at you. Totally
unprepared, the first punch to your stomach floors you. Your instincts and previous boxing training
take over and you roll away from him before he can land too many more punches
to your body.
You know the score now, he is prepared to beat you to obtain
his freedom and you must try and do the same to him. Although you don’t have the time to think
about this situation you do know that if by any remote chance you should win
this fight you will not hold his willingness to fight you against him. You will still try and free him. With that thought in your mind you return his
blows with all your strength. You are
surprised by the strength behind your blows and realise that you have become
stronger with all the hard manual work you have been doing in the garden this
last week, and the adrenaline pumping through you.
Although Dennis is bigger than you your determination to win
your freedom gives you added strength, and although he is your friend you do
not hold back when punching him. By
round 3 though you are both exhausted and the blows are not as concentrated as
they were at the start. Neither of you
seems to be gaining any ground from the other, making you wonder how many
rounds either of you will be capable of fighting before you both collapse. But maybe that is what the owners want to
happen. If you both collapse neither of
you will win, which means that neither of you will win your freedom but the
audience will have been greatly entertained by watching you half kill each
other. You wonder if I knew what was going
to happen to you when I agreed that you could fight. Did I know that you would be cage fighting?
And was it my way of punishing you? I was not physically capable of beating you
for what you did to me, but another guy is. And as you had volunteered to
fight, you would never be able to blame me for the battering you are now
getting.
You don’t have time to figure out the answers as the bell
rings again for round 4. You are both
now so tired that you are only half heartedly fighting each other, but then
just before the time is up you get a lucky punch in knocking Dennis backwards
so that he hits his head against the cage bars before he collapses unconscious
to the floor. The audience shout their
approval as you are announced the winner of the second fight of the
contest. You are upset at knocking
Dennis out, but know in your heart as he did in his, that neither of you had
any choice but to fight each other. Now
you have only one more fight left, with the winner of the previous fight. The winner of your next fight will then be
free. As you look up to face the guests
when you are declared the winner you notice that I am sitting in the front
row. I have watched the whole fight,
although the expression on my face is blank.
I am giving nothing away of my feelings watching you fight your friend. I have discovered from watching you that your
freedom is important enough for you to be able to beat into unconsciousness
your own friend. I can now only wait to
see how much further you are prepared to go to win your freedom. The way you react when you see your next
opponent will tell me what I need to know.
You are given an hour to shower and recover enough to have
the strength to fight a second time. This
also gives the guests the opportunity to retire to the drawing room for drinks
and a buffet for those who are hungry.
Your body is aching beyond belief but a quick check over from Dan
confirms that you have no broken bones and that you are fit enough to continue
fighting.
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Standing in the cage for the second time you glance over to
where I am again sitting but like the first time my face gives away nothing of
my feelings, although inside my heart is beating faster as I wait to see what
you will do when faced with your opponent.
Just how desperate are you for freedom?
Will you be prepared to beat the next opponent into unconsciousness, as
you did to your friend?
Head bowed, you hear the cage door open for the second
time. Again the only rule is read out
and the bell rings for the start of the first round. This time you are prepared, you will not be
taken unawares by the man you are about to fight. You raise your head immediately the bell
sounds and ready yourself to launch into a frenzied assault on him.
FUCK!!!
Please don’t let the sight in front of you be real. If it is real you have lost before the fight
has begun. You cannot fight your
opponent no matter how much freedom means to you. After your assault on me you made a solemn
vow to me and to yourself that no matter how provoked you would never again
raise your hand to a woman. There is no
way on earth that you can bring yourself to viciously attack the female slave
standing opposite you. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
If you had known you would be fighting a woman in the next round, you would
have let Dennis win. Then you would not
be left in this dreadful situation, knowing that by refusing to fight her you
have caused both you and Dennis to spend the rest of your lives in miserable
slavery.
As you stand there in shock the slave -
As the bell sounds for the end of the first round she abruptly
stops and walks to a corner of the cage while you crawl on hands and knees to
another. You slump against the bars
trying to control your breathing and wincing with the pain. You glance over at me to see me deep in
conversation with Maritje. So, I can’t
even be bothered to look at you and acknowledge that you are prepared to lose
the fight and your freedom in order to keep your promise that you would never
be violent to a woman again. You can’t
help but think that I am a complete bitch.
Why the hell are you bothering to lie there and take this beating from a
woman when you could so easily overpower her and beat her to a pulp and become
a free man? You can feel the anger
rising in you at my indifference. There
you are – in a cage being beaten by a woman and doing nothing to defend
yourself, knowing that by doing so you are condemning yourself to a life of
misery as some guy’s fuck toy and I can’t even be bothered to acknowledge it.
It crosses your mind to break your promise and just do what
you have to, to get out of this hell hole and back to normal life. After all I obviously don’t give a shit about
you. But even as these thoughts go
through your mind you know that you still can not bring yourself to hit your
opponent. If you did, what sort of man
would that make you? At the end of the
day this woman is also fighting for her freedom. Could you really fight her condemning her to
a life of misery as a slave while you go free, knowing that your freedom was
gained by beating a woman and leaving her to a life of degradation and
humiliation? You know that the answer is
no, and so when the bell sounds for the start of round 2, you get to your feet
and stand in the centre of the cage waiting for the next attack.
You stand there taking the blows she deals you, ignoring the
heckling and shouts from the audience that call you a faggot and worse, urging
you to fight like a man. This is not the
sport they came to see. They want to see
you fight each other, not see you stand there just accepting all the blows that
come your way. Each time
More abuse is hurled at you for ruining their entertainment
but you are too exhausted and in too much pain to care. Victoria is led out of the cage to be prepared
for her freedom ceremony in the morning at the start of the auction, but for
you a steward enters the cage, removes the mouth guard and checks you over to
make sure that there are no broken bones or injuries that require medical
treatment and when he is satisfied that your health is okay he drags you over
to one corner of the cage where he ties you by your collar and a long chain to
the bars.
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As the fight started I was watching you intently to see how
you would react when faced with a woman to fight. My heart went out to you, as I watched the
emotions pass over your face as you realised that to obtain your freedom you
would have to break your promise that you would never hit a woman again in your
life. I knew that this would probably be
the most difficult decision for you to make in your life. It was down to me that your final fight was
with a woman. When I discussed allowing
you to fight with Maritje I agreed that you could enter the match providing
that she fixed it so that you had to fight both a friend and a woman. I needed to see how you reacted to both. If you had been prepared to fight both of
them just to become free then I would know that the violent streak in you
remained, and I would never be able to trust you. You have no idea how relieved I was that you
refused to fight
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But now you are lying slumped in the corner of the fight
cage, eyes closed your mind going over the events of this evening and the
consequences you will now face because of your decision to refuse to
fight. Concentrating on thinking things
through helps in some way to block out the pain in your battered body. You do not hear me open the cage door and
approach you and are startled when you feel my cool hand touch your face. When you open your eyes you are amazed to see
me kneeling in front of you my hands cupping your face while I smile gently at
you. You open your mouth to speak. You have a million questions to ask me – am I
proud of you for refusing to hurt another woman, do I hate you for what you did
and to beg me to let you come home amongst all the other things you want to say
to me, but I silence you by placing a finger on your lips. Although you are desperate to speak to me you
do not want to risk annoying me and making me walk away, you want to feel me
close to you for as long as possible, and so you remain silent.
You sit there confused while I offer you water to drink and
some pain killers. When you have taken
them I set about massaging ointment into your bruised and battered body to ease
the pain and to help the bruises fade as quickly as possible. You can’t understand me. One minute I am cold as ice. Totally ignoring your suffering during the
beating and the next minute here I am trying to ease your pain and make you
more comfortable. The touch of my hands
gliding over your body arouses you, even in the state you are in; you cannot stop
your body’s reaction to my touch. Your
cock starts to harden until it fills the chastity tube and can grow no
more. It is agony for you and you
desperately want me to stop so that your cock can return to its flaccid state,
while at the same time you don’t want me to ever stop caressing you. You are in torment to which I seem totally
oblivious.
When I have finished tending to you I tell you to lie down
and place a thin blanket that I have brought with me over you. Although the
punishment for the loser of the final fight is to be publicly displayed in the
cage for the amusement of the other guests for the remainder of the evening and
through the night, which I can do nothing about I can at least make you more
comfortable and warmer.
I sit there with you for a while, stroking your face and
hair as the exhaustion takes over and you close your eyes. Just as you are about to fall asleep I lean
over and kiss your forehead, and you are sure that I also whispered to you how
proud you made me by refusing to fight the slave Victoria even though you knew
your freedom would be lost forever, and that I hoped you would continue to make
me proud tomorrow by being the best slave up for sale at the auction in the
morning. You fall asleep, happy and
miserable at the same time. Happy that I am proud of you and miserable because I am still
selling you. So tired are you
that you do not wake or stir even when various guests come in to gawp at you.
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The following morning you wake early, your body stiff and
aching. For a moment when you wake you
are not sure where you are, but after a few moments you remember the events of
the night before and the reason for your aching body this morning. Stretching out your limbs to try and relieve
the aching in them you notice a plate has been placed on the floor next to you
containing a full English breakfast. Eggs, sausages, bacon,
the lot. Next to that is a
steaming mug of coffee. With a small sad
smile to yourself you realise that this is the condemned man’s last
breakfast. It has been a long time since
you tasted decent food and drunk a mug of coffee. You have even been given a fork to eat the
food with! You grab the plate at once
and start wolfing down the food. You are
starving and want to eat as much as you can before someone comes
and takes it away from you, but nobody does come, you are allowed to eat it all
and drink the coffee in peace.
When you eventually hear the door to the room open you
scramble to your knees and clasp your hands behind your head in the submissive
position. It is Maritje herself who has
come to release you.
This time she speaks to you in English ‘So then slave, you
chose not to take the opportunity given to you to grab your freedom. It would have been very easy for you to
overcome your female opponent. Freedom
was yours for the taking, but you chose not to. Why?’
Replying in English too you say ‘Because Ma’am I made a vow
to my Mistress and to myself that I would never again in my life raise my hand
to a woman. I am sure you know of the
real reason my Mistress is selling me. I did terrible things to her when she gave me
some freedom and I already find it difficult to live with my conscience. I would do anything for my Mistress, if she
would forgive me, but I know it is too late and I accept whatever fate awaits
me. But I hope that my Mistress will
take comfort in knowing that no matter how provoked or angry I am I will not
under any circumstances ever again inflict pain on a woman.’
‘So you would rather become the plaything of a Master, and
descend into a life of hell rather than become free?’
‘But Ma’am I would have become a free man by inflicting pain
and violence on a woman. As much as I
want to be free I can not obtain my freedom in that way. I would never be able
to live with my conscience if I did that, so ja (yes)
I would rather descend into hell and allow the woman to have the chance of a
free life’.
‘I do know what happened slave and if you make your Mistress
proud today by being the most obedient slave up for auction I am sure she will
forgive you. She has already spoken to
me about your refusal to fight last night, and I think she is prepared to sell
you to another Mistress rather than a Master, as she feels you have proved that
you can control your violence’.
‘Please Ma’am, would you do something for me? Would you
please talk to my Mistress and tell her again how sorry I am for all the things
I did, and tell her that I will do my best to make her proud of me today.’
‘I will do that for you slave but now it is time for you to
get ready for the auction’.
With that, she releases you from the cage and allows you to
walk unfettered and without being led by the leash to the shower block. You are the only one in there this
morning. All the other slaves were woken
much earlier as they had to prepare the room for the auction and also attend to
other duties. At my request, you were
allowed to sleep longer and be excused the chores that needed to be done this
morning. When you have showered and
shaved your face and chest you apply the bronzing oil to your body so that you
look your best for when it is your turn to be auctioned.
You are not sure whether you will be clothed or naked for
the auction although you have noticed a pile of clothes and a cardboard box
placed on a chair near the wash basins. Curious,
you move closer to inspect them, incase they have been left for you. Picking up the top item you unfold it and
hold it up and are surprised to see that it is the jacket of a tropical dress
uniform worn by the Dutch navy. As you
hold up each item and then open the cardboard box you realise that it is the
full dress uniform. You know that it
cannot be meant for anyone other than you so you put the clothes on, feeling
strange as you button up the jacket. The
top button will not do up because of the slave collar round your neck, but the
clothes are a good fit, although the trousers are a bit loose at the
waist. As you take the hat out of the
box you notice that in the bottom of the box there are five medals. You take them out and with a shock see your
name on them. Oh my God, this is your
own uniform! You sit down heavily on the
chair completely dumbstruck that you are wearing your own uniform. How the hell did the auction house obtain
them?
Unknown to you, when your kidnap was arranged and the naval
authorities informed of your transfer to the Secret Services, all your clothes,
including your uniform, and your personal effects were boxed up and stored in a
warehouse. When I bought you it was all
shipped over to
Chapter 13
To attend the auction today I have decided not to wear my
‘Dom’ clothes, as many of the other buyers will undoubtedly do. I want to look feminine and sexy so I choose
to wear a recently bought dress. It is
black with a print of small white flowers on it. It looks feminine and sexy at the same
time. I choose to be demure today by not
showing much cleavage, but sliding silk stockings over my legs, I know that
when I sit down with my legs crossed, as the dress is a ‘wrap over’ style it
will fall away from my legs, revealing my stocking tops. To complete the outfit and because I want to
be a mixture of both sweet and sexy today I slip my feet into a pair of black
leather knee high boots. They have four
inch heels and laces all the way up the front.
As I stand in front of the full length mirror checking my appearance, I
think of how you will be dressed today and feel myself getting wet. Uh oh,
perhaps I should wear panties. I don’t
want to get my dress wet when I am sitting down watching you.
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At the auction house you are dressed and waiting for someone
to come and collect you from the shower block.
Your stomach is churning with nervousness as you wonder what fate has in
store for you today. You hope that
Maritje is right, and that I will allow you to be sold to a Mistress, although
there is no guarantee that a woman would treat you any better than a Master, at
least you will be servicing a woman sexually and not a man. The thought of having to suck cocks is
repulsive and makes you feel ill just thinking about it.
After a short wait a steward comes in to collect you. He is carrying manacles and locks them round
your wrists and ankles. Then attaching a
leash to your slave collar he leads you to the auction room. You are chained again to the same pole that
you were chained to the first day you came here, but this time the leash
attached to your neck collar is locked to the pole. It makes you feel as if you are a dog chained
up outside a shop waiting for its owner to return. The other slaves, including Dennis have also
been brought into the auction room and are chained to the pole with you. Although you dare not speak to him as you are
not alone you catch his eye and give a small smile. He returns your smile to show there are no bad
feelings towards you over the fight. For
that you are grateful as you had been worried that he would not forgive you for
causing him to lose his chance of freedom and then refusing to take the chance
offered to you. Dennis, like you, has
been dressed in his Mistress’ favourite outfit, a pair of black tight fitting
trousers that show off his muscular thighs and a bow tie round his neck. You feel bad when you glance at him, seeing
the bruises and cuts still showing on his body from last night but they will
heal, as will yours.
The buyers start filtering into the room to have a last look
at their potential purchases. The old
lady has turned up again and gives a squeal of delight when she sees you kitted
out in your tropical dress uniform.
‘Oh my goodness me! He looks just like that Richard Gere fellow in that film Officer and a Gentleman. And I have been told he is now for sale to a
Mistress instead of a Master. Oh I so
hope I can afford to buy him!!’
She moves to stand in front of you and orders you to bend
down to her level and kiss her. You do
as ordered without hesitation, even though you can see her chin hairs and can
tell she has false teeth. You want to
make me proud even though this little old lady is repulsive. However, the quick peck on her cheek that you
give her is NOT what she wanted.
‘I’m not your grandmother slave! If I buy you I will expect
more from you than that, now kiss me properly.
I want to see if you are any good with your tongue. French kiss me now!’
Trying to not look disgusted at the thought you bend down
again and French kiss her as ordered. As
you do so you hear a strange noise coming from Dennis, and realise that he is
desperately trying not to laugh at you being forced to French kiss the old
crone. However, he isn’t laughing when
she also demands a French kiss from him.
Eventually you catch sight of me which takes your breath
away. You have never seen me look so
beautiful and your heart skips a beat as I approach you. As I walk towards you, you quickly lower your
head. You do not want to be disobedient by gazing upon me without
permission. I smile to myself as I have
caught the expression of lust on your face before you quickly lowered your
head. I take the opportunity to look at
you for a while. I have never seen you
in your uniform before and you look fantastic.
If I had realised how gorgeous you looked in uniform I would have made
you wear it from day one of your captivity, and seeing you standing there
helpless in chains wearing your uniform is such a turn on. If I could I would take you now and fuck you
long and hard. I am losing control again
and allowing lust to take over my common sense.
I know that I have to control myself and so I dare not speak to you, as
I had intended. It is so tempting to just
take you home now, but I must not weaken.
You have to go through the sale.
So instead of speaking to you I turn around and walk away from you,
going to take a seat to wait for the auction to start.
Although you have not raised your head your instinct tells
you that I am no longer standing there. Looking up you see that I have indeed
walked away. Tears threaten to spill
from your eyes as you are gutted that I have not spoken to you. Could I not even have brought myself to say a
few final words to you before you are sold and disappear out of my life
forever?
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The buyers take their seats and the auction starts with the
freedom ceremony for the slave Victoria.
She is led onto the auction block at the front of the room and her chains
are ceremoniously removed, followed by her slave collar. There is a round of applause from the buyers
and her former owner shakes her hand as she steps down from the block to take a
seat in the front row. While this is
taking place you and Dennis look at each other both thinking that it could have
been either of you standing up there finally being rid of the damned slave
collars and all the humiliation that goes with it. But there is no point dwelling on what might
have been. It didn’t happen and you both
have to get on with your lives as they are now.
Dennis and you are the last slaves up for auction. The last slave up before both of you is the
skinny guy. As you expected when you
first saw him, no one wants to buy a 50 year old skinny guy. It looks as if the buyers are holding out for
the two hunky slaves still to be sold.
The skinny guy is handed back to his original owner - the old woman you
were forced to kiss. She doesn’t look
happy about getting him back and gives him a good kick up the arse before
making him lie on the floor so that she can rest her feet on him. Thank God for that you think, at least she
isn’t going to have any cash now to buy you!
Dennis is offered up first for sale. Once on the auction block his manacles are removed
and he is chained with his arms stretched above his head to a post. There is a lot of excitement from the women
as they gaze upon his muscular chest and arms.
Even with the cuts and bruises he still looks good. When his trousers are lowered to reveal his
large cock with the ring through it there are gasps of delight from the
audience men and women alike. The
bidding becomes frenzied as several women and a couple of guys are keen to own
him. Throughout the whole bidding
process Dennis stands there with his eyes shut and his head lowered. He is deeply humiliated at being put through
this auction. To be sold as a piece of
meat to the highest bidder. You feel
another twinge of guilt at making him lose the fight yesterday. Eventually he is sold for £50,000 to a young
woman, sat next to me. Throughout the
bidding you watched me intently and noticed that not once did I make a bid for
him. You are puzzled by this, especially
after all the attention I paid to him during the evenings of
entertainment. Perhaps the experience of
owning you has discouraged me from ever owning a slave again, and I am only
here today to watch you being sold.
As Dennis is led away to another room to be prepared for his
new owner a steward unties your leash and pulls you toward the auction block.
Although you feel sick with nerves (you know that this time will be much more
humiliating than your first experience of being sold, because this time the
woman you are falling in love with is the one selling you) you are determined
not to show your feelings. You will
stand proud on the auction block and hold your head up high. Wearing your uniform helps you to feel braver
and you use it to give the illusion of confidence to all those staring at you.
When you are standing on the block your hat is removed so
the buyers can get a good look at your face, and the manacles on your wrists
and ankles are removed and you are tied to the post the same way as Dennis
before you. You know where I am sitting
and you avoid looking in my direction because if I am sitting there looking
bored or with distaste at you, you will be deeply hurt and you can’t cope with
that. Instead you focus your attention
on a point in the middle of the rows of buyers.
For all those who are looking at you they see a proud and arrogant
handsome man looking back at them. You
do not look in the least bit humiliated or frightened of your fate. Unfortunately for you, that is a turn on to
many of the women there. They want to be
the ones to tame the arrogance from you.
Women are falling over themselves to bid for you. There are even several telephone bids from
women who had seen photos of you naked in the sales brochure. When your jacket is unbuttoned showing your tanned and oiled chest, and your hat is put back on
your head the women can barely contain their excitement. All they can see is a vision of you carrying
them in your arms to their bedrooms to make mad passionate love to them while
wearing your uniform. And as their slave
they can make you do that every day! No more having to be satisfied with
watching Richard Gere in a film whisking his beloved
off into the sunset. They can have that
for real, if only they are prepared to pay for you.
One woman shouts out to the auctioneer that she wants to see
what else you have to offer, so a steward unzips your trousers and pulls them
down, revealing your limp cock trapped in its cage. The same woman shouts again that she wants to
see your cock in all its glory. How can
she tell whether you will be able to satisfy her if it is locked into a chastity
tube? The auctioneer looks in my
direction for approval. I nod my consent
and the steward is instructed to go and fetch the key to unlock the device. While he is gone you are left standing there
chained and half naked with your trousers pulled down, on public display. You can feel your face turning red with
embarrassment, but still you are determined to pretend that you don’t care, and
although it is difficult you continue to stare straight at the audience.
I sit there watching you, knowing how humiliated you must be
feeling, and yet you stand there with your head held high despite the
degradation. You really are some
guy! You are going to make an amazing
slave when you are fully trained.
The steward returns after five long minutes with the key to
unlock the device. Unfortunately, after
being trapped in a cage for a few days your cock is looking extremely small and
limp. There are a few sighs of
disappointment from the audience. You
may look like a dream in your uniform but unfortunately your equipment isn’t
living up to that dream. The auctioneer
realises that some women are losing interest and is concerned that you will not
fetch as good a price as originally hoped.
He looks at me again, and knowing what he wants to do I nod again. I am not comfortable with what is about to
happen though, and I don’t want to watch because it will make me feel sick, but
I know that putting you through this will help it sink in to you that you
really are a slave and your owner can do anything she likes to you. And whether you like it or not slavery is now
your life and you will have to accept it.
He calls the steward ‘Biker Dan’ over to give him an order
which he carries out without hesitation.
Returning to you Dan falls to his knees and takes your limp cock in his
mouth. At this you completely lose your
composure. No longer can you pretend you
don’t care what is happening to you.
There is a guy at your feet blowing you!
You struggle wildly against your bonds, desperately trying to break free.
You struggle like mad desperately trying to throw him off your cock. Dan lets your cock go but remaining at your
feet looks toward the auctioneer for further instruction. You stand there shaking in your bonds. You can’t believe that I have allowed a man
to suck your cock, and in front of a room full of people! You look at me pleading with your eyes to
stop this happening to you. Don’t I have
any compassion? You were trying to make
me proud of you by not making a fuss at being sold, but that doesn’t appear to
be enough for me. I seem determined to
humiliate you as much as possible while I still own you. I meet your eyes with mine and hold your gaze
for a while before turning my attention back to the auctioneer. With a nod I give my permission for him to
continue.
Three lengths of rope are produced. One is used to secure your waist tightly to
the post and the others tied tightly round your thighs and lower legs. You are now completely immobile. No matter how much you struggle you will not
be able to move. You will accept this slave’s mouth round
your cock.
Slowly he flicks his tongue around the head and licks along
the length of your cock. Despite your
utter humiliation and shame your cock starts to react to his touch. You are absolutely horrified and struggle
again to get loose from your bonds, but you have been tied so tightly you
cannot move at all. Giving in as you realise
you can do nothing about it you slump against the ropes holding you. Lowering your head so that I cannot see the
tears starting to fall from your eyes, you accept the inevitable.
As you have not had any form of stimulation to your cock for
a whole week it takes only seconds for it to become hard. This guy is obviously an expert at blow jobs
because he manages to make your cock grow to the biggest size it has ever
been. He also appears to know when to
stop. There is no point allowing you to
ejaculate as the audience want to see your cock ramrod straight and hard. Just as you are on the point of cumming he abruptly removes his mouth from your cock, and
moves to the side so that the audience can get a good look at you.
The audience is pleased.
It appears you will be able to satisfy them after all. With the audience happy again your cock is
left to shrink back to its flaccid state.
You are left frustrated and with aching balls. You may have hated having another guy suck
you off, but now that your cock had been stimulated you are desperate to
cum. There is a week’s worth of spunk in
your balls and you need release.
However, without stimulation you cannot maintain your erection and it
soon becomes limp. As soon as it does,
Dan relocks your cock into the chastity device and pulls your trousers back up.
Trying to regain some dignity you raise your head, your face
still wet with tears and look again directly at the audience. I have to admit I admire your spirit. It seems that while accepting your fate and
the humiliation and indignities I have heaped upon you, you are still able to
retain some pride in yourself as a man.
I find that quite erotic. To own
a man who has no choice but to suffer whatever humiliations are forced on him,
but who throughout all that is able to maintain his feelings of self
worth. To be a slave whilst remaining in
his heart a man with pride is a huge turn on. Much more exciting to own a
man like that, rather than a snivelling whore of a slave who is no more than an
animal without feelings. It will
be a very interesting relationship, for although you are a slave there will be
a relationship of sorts with your Mistress.
Now that I have no fear of you, and because I know of your growing
feelings for me I am excited about the future.
The only thought going through your mind at this point is
how the hell you can love a woman who is such a complete and utter bitch. At this moment you almost hate me.
Throughout the bidding I sit there just looking at you
feeling myself getting wetter and wetter.
I am so glad that you passed the tests that have been set for you this
week! Eventually the bidding stops when
the auctioneer announces that a telephone bid of £150,000 has been placed on
you. The whole room becomes silent as the
women are shocked at the amount someone is offering for you. It is a completely unheard of sum of money to
pay for a slave, Richard Gere look alike or not! None
of them could even come close to affording that amount of money. You are shocked yourself, and look in my
direction to see how I have reacted to this bid. Again my expression gives nothing away,
although inside I am a very happy woman!
I look away as you are untied from the post and the manacles placed
again around your wrists and ankles, and led from the room, to be prepared and
made ready for shipment to your new owner.
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In the after sales room you have the chance to speak to
Dennis. You have no idea if you will see
each other again and so hug each other tightly, while you apologise to him
properly for ruining his chances of freedom.
‘Don’t apologise
Before you can reply you are dragged away and ordered to
crawl into a small travelling cage, similar to the one in which you were
originally transported to
At last I come to visit you to say goodbye. Crouching down in front of you the skirt of
my dress falls away from my legs giving you a glorious view of both my stocking
tops and my white silk panties. Your
cock instantly grows only to become trapped again by the damned chastity
device, making you screw your face up in pain.
I smile as I realise what has happened, but feel some sympathy for you
as I know it must be really uncomfortable for you. You don’t care about the pain though; your
Mistress has come to see you! Your
bitter feelings for the humiliation I have just put you through are forgotten
as I honour you with my presence. You
breathe in deeply to try and retain deep in your consciousness the smell of my
perfume. You want to be able to remember
it forever.
‘So navy guy, the time has come. I want you to know that you made me very
proud yesterday when you refused to hit
‘Mistress I would promise you the earth if I could. Whatever you ask of me, I
will do it for you’.
‘I want you to promise that wherever you go from here, you
will serve your owner faithfully and to the best of your ability, no matter who
she is, and what she may do to you. And
promise me that you will use your strength to protect her and never use it to
harm her’.
‘You do not even need to ask that of me Mistress. I will never harm another woman as long as I
live, and I promise to do my best to serve her well’.
Standing up I say ‘Thank you
‘Please Mistress before you go, please I beg you allow me to
kiss your boots before you go. Please
let me do this one final thing for you’.
Smiling at you I push the tip of first one boot and then the
other through the bars so that you can kiss them. Then completely astounding you I lift up my
dress and hooking my fingers into the sides of my silk panties, I slowly slide
them down over my legs and hold them out to you. You know exactly what you are expected to do
and lean forward with your face against the bars with your mouth open. Smiling I push them into your mouth. You are in heaven! My panties are damp from my juices. I was definitely turned on watching you being
sold. You close your mouth, glad to be
gagged with something so intimate from me.
With a last smile at you I take my leave.
A steward moves to the cage and
passing you a blindfold instructs you to tie it tightly round your head. You do so immediately and wait for the gag
that will surely follow to keep the panties sealed in your mouth. You won’t be able to see where you are going
and you are sure they won’t want you making a noise while you are being
transported, even though you know that you will not make any noise. What would be the point? Your future is sealed and there would be no
point screaming or shouting about it.
After waiting a few minutes you realise with surprise that they are
going to leave you to be gagged solely by the panties in your mouth. You jump slightly though as you feel a sudden
prick in the skin at the back of your neck.
Within seconds you are asleep.
The tranquiliser administered to you will keep you quiet during your
journey.
Chapter 14
Waking up you feel groggy and disorientated. Opening your eyes you can see nothing and at
first panic that you have been blinded, but quickly remember that you are
blindfolded. You can’t hear anything and
can’t feel any vibration which you realise means that you are no longer in
transit to your new owner. You have
arrived! With a pounding heart you raise
yourself into a kneeling position.
Questions are flying around inside your head. Who is your new owner? Is it a man or woman? What will he or she be
like? Will they treat you well or are
you going to spend the rest of your life suffering pain and humiliation? You kneel there feeling more and more
anxious. All you want is for your new
owner to reveal themselves so that you can be put out of your misery. The anticipation of wondering what your life
is going to be like is much worse than knowing.
At least once you know if your life is going to be hell you can start to
deal with it, but is seems your new owner is in no hurry to introduce
themselves to you.
Although your hands are manacled they have been chained in
front of you so you could use them to remove your blindfold. You are tempted to do so, as you are curious
to look at your surroundings, but past experience tells you that if you do and
are caught you will receive a severe whipping, and it would not be a good idea
to get off to a bad start with your new owner.
So you continue to kneel there motionless waiting.
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The sound of footsteps alerts you that you are no longer
alone. The cage door is opened and a
bottle of water is placed in one hand and what feels like a slice of bread in
the other. Nothing is said to you and
you hear the door being closed and locked again. Once again you have been left on your
own. The trouble is, although you have
been given bread and water you have not been given permission to eat or drink. You are in a dilemma. Is this a test? If you eat and drink will you be
punished? Your stomach is rumbling with
hunger as you have not eaten since the morning of the auction, and you have no
idea how long ago that was. What the
hell do you do? Satisfy your stomach by
eating and quench your thirst by drinking the cool bottle of water or just
kneel there holding them? In the end you
decide that the safest thing to do is to wait until you are given specific
permission to consume your meal.
You have no idea how long you remain kneeling there but you
know it must be quite a long time as your legs are cramping and the muscles in
your thighs and calves are screaming out to be stretched. The pain and the effort of remaining still
makes you sweat, but you dare not move until ordered to do so. You wish now you had remained lying down in
the cage, pretending to be asleep until your owner came to wake you. You make a mental note to yourself to
remember that in future. Don’t put
yourself in a position where your body will cramp or be uncomfortable unless
ordered to do so. After what seems like
an eternity a voice whispers ‘open your mouth’.
At the same time as you obey it registers in your brain that the voice
although whispered, belongs to a woman. You can’t help feeling sad that my
panties are to be taken away from you so soon.
You were hoping that you would be allowed to keep them as a memento, but
probably your new owner won’t want any reminders of your former Mistress. When your new owner has removed the panties
from your mouth she whispers ‘eat’. You
don’t need to be told twice. You wolf down
the slice of bread, which does not do much to satisfy your hunger, but it is
better than nothing, then you drink the whole bottle of water. At least your thirst has been quenched.
When you have finished her voice again whispers ‘pee’. You know that you are expected to piss into
the empty water bottle so unzip your fly and pull your caged cock out of your
trousers. With some difficulty
considering the casing around your cock you manage to relieve yourself into the
bottle, hoping that you have not pissed on your trousers or the cage
floor. You don’t want to risk a beating,
but being blindfolded you have no idea whether you have or not. As there is no reaction from the woman you
assume that you managed ok. All you have
to hope now that you have finished is that you will not be forced to drink it.
You are so relieved when you feel a hand close round yours
and remove the bottle from your grasp.
Now you have the dilemma of not knowing if you should put your cock back
in your trousers and re-zip your fly or whether you are expected to leave it on
show. Deciding again that you should do
nothing without permission you leave it hanging out and raising your arms link
your hands behind your head. You hope
that this gesture of submission will please the woman, who you assume is your
new owner. It apparently does because
there are no harsh words, just the whispered word ‘out’.
Knowing that she means get out of the cage you crawl out,
wincing with the pain in your cramped muscles.
Although you know it will be agony, once you are out of the cage you
kneel again but this time without sitting back on your heels. You open your legs as wide as possible and
clasp your hands behind your head. This
submissive pose obviously pleases your new owner as she pats you on the head
and whispers ‘good boy’. Then she does a
really strange thing, she massages your thighs and calves to relieve the cramp
in them. You are astounded. Your Mistress appears to actually care that
you are in pain!!! Perhaps your new life
won’t be such hell after all. Although
you are gutted at losing me you hope that if your new owner continues to treat
you this kindly you will be able to accept your loss and look to the future.
When she stops she whispers ‘okay?’
‘Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress’
With another pat on your head as if you were her pet
dog she attaches a leash to your collar
and pulls it upwards indicating to you that she wants you to stand up. You do so immediately. She leads you up two flights of stairs and
into a room. Still blindfolded you have
no idea what sort of room it is, but judging by the fact that you had to walk
up two flights of stairs, you reckon that the cage you were in is in the
basement of the building. With a sinking
feeling you realise that your bedroom is probably yet again in the cellar. However, back to the present, you realise
which room you are in when you are pushed onto your back onto something
soft. You immediately realise it is a
bed. Jesus, this lady isn’t wasting much
time!
As she removes your manacles and chains your arms to the end
rails of the headboard, stretching them out tightly and your legs to rails on
the footboard of the bed, with no resistance from you, you notice that she
hasn’t bothered to remove your uniform.
She is obviously one of those women who love a guy in uniform. But hell she did pay £150,000 for you,
apparently an unheard of sum for a slave, so you guess she must have an
obsession for guys in uniform! And she
must be one helluva kinky lady to want to fuck you
while you’re tied helpless to a bed wearing uniform. Two things go through your mind at this
point. One, at least it appears you are
going to get regular sex, ok so you don’t have any say in when it happens or
have any control over what happens but at least you are going to get sex, which
is more than some poor bastards get when they are enslaved. And two which is the part that concerns you,
if she is kinky enough to tie you to a bed and fuck you with you in uniform,
what other kinky stuff will she try out on you?
You have a vision of being tied up in all sorts of strange ways,
hogtied, suspended and god knows what else.
.
And for that matter god knows what she will make you
wear! You hope she isn’t in to dressing
you up a as a sissy slut! You don’t mind
pretending to be Richard Gere in your tropical
uniform but that evening you were forced to dress as a maid was deeply
humiliating and you don’t want to dress like that again. You also hope that your Mistress is not into
body piercings or tattoos. Dennis told
you how painful it was when his cock was pierced, and how humiliating it is to
be pulled around by a leash attached to it.
Shit what if she is into piercings and decides to put a ring through
your cock or even your nose and lead you in public with a leash attached to
it!! Your mind is going into overdrive
imagining all sorts of things that your new Mistress
may do to you.
You attention is brought back to what is happening when you
feel the weight of her joining you on the bed.
You ready yourself to start eating her pussy. All women love this and you know that as her
slave you will be spending hours doing it.
You hope that if you do a good job and she enjoys it that she will
continue to treat you kindly. However,
although you open your mouth in readiness for her, she surprises you by undoing
your jacket and your trousers before taking your left nipple in her mouth and
gently biting it. With her hand she
squeezes and pinches the other until they are both hard. Then moving her mouth from your nipple she
gently licks your chest and stomach while using both hands at the same time to
keep your nipples stimulated. The gentle
tugging on your chest and stomach hair with her teeth combined with everything
else she is doing drives you wild. You
want to moan out loud and beg her to release your cock from its cage so that
you can fuck her, but you dare not. If
you speak you will ruin the moment and risk making her angry. You don’t want anything to stop her so you
bite your lip in a desperate attempt to remain silent.
Your cock grows harder and within seconds it has grown as
much as the cage will allow it. You
can’t help yourself moaning with the pain in your trapped cock. You can hardly control yourself as her tongue
moves down your body to lick and suck around the inside of your thighs and the
sensitive area between your balls and anus.
When she takes your balls into her mouth you lose all control, pulling
on your bonds desperately trying to break free and begging her to give you
release. You are beyond caring what
punishment you might receive, this teasing is driving you mad!
‘Jesus, Mistress please, please I beg you, please release my
cock. Please let me use my cock to
pleasure you. I will do anything you
ask. Please stop this torment and give
me some release!’
You hear her give a small laugh as she ignores your
pleas. You realise she is ‘getting off’
on listening to you beg as she continues to tease you, until eventually she
decides she has had enough and it is time to ride your cock. When she releases your balls from her mouth
and you feel her move position so that she is kneeling across your hips you
breathe a sigh of relief. Thank god for
that! Your trembling cock and aching
balls couldn’t possibly take much more torment.
You cry in disbelief as you feel her take your cock, still
in its cage, in one hand and guide it somewhat awkwardly because of the shape
just inside her soaking wet pussy. No fucking way! She can’t seriously mean to fuck you while
you are wearing the chastity device!!!
But apparently that is exactly what she intends to do. She can’t help but laugh as she sees the look
of disbelief on your face. It is
obviously something she has never tried before because she fumbles awkwardly
trying to insert it further into her pussy, forcing your caged cock upwards
towards your belly, pulling your balls with it to try and get it at the right
angle for her to sit on. You grunt in
pain but she continues, ignoring your moaning.
Unable to insert your caged cock very far into her she wriggles around
on top of you and moves her hips from side to side so that the cage touches her
in different places just inside her cunt. To her it feels as if she has a couple of
fingers inside her tickling the walls of her vagina. To you it feels like hell. You have your cock inside a woman and you
can’t feel a fucking thing! Your cock and
balls are in agony, and you can’t even try and make your cock go soft because
while she is bouncing around on top of you, she is also alternating between teasing
your nipples, and caressing your balls and raking her nails gently between them
and your arse hole. She is one fucking bitch!. She is
keeping you on the brink of ecstasy while ensuring you get no pleasure in your
cock. Perhaps she isn’t that kind after
all!
When she cums,
you get to know all about it. Without warning she
suddenly jumps off your cock and within seconds is standing over your face cumming for all she is worth Shit,
it’s like a waterfall. First of all
you think she’s pissing on you, but as some of it finds its way inside your
mouth, you know from the taste it definitely isn’t pee. Christ,
but she must be horny. You don’t
think you have ever known a woman to ejaculate that much fluid! By the time she is finished your face and the
blindfold are soaking wet. Now you think
is the time when you will be expected to lick her dry and clean her pussy so
again you open your mouth and stick out your tongue waiting for her soaking wet
pussy to sit on it. You are really
puzzled when she doesn’t do this as you expected. Why
isn’t she taking advantage of my tongue?
Your new Mistress is the only woman you have met who appears not to
enjoy a good tonguing from a guy. There
is a reason she will not lower her pussy to your face, but it will be a while
before you discover that reason.
Moving back down the bed, she inserts one finger gently into
your arse hole. You gasp in shock as it
was unexpected, then she inserts another finger, which you find extremely
painful but can do nothing about. Once
the pain eases off she wriggles her two fingers around inside you. What
the fuck is she doing? You soon
realise exactly what is happening as her fingers find and massage your
prostrate gland and you feel the strange sensation of your balls being emptied
of sperm. Fucking hell she has made you cum without giving you any pleasure
at all! This must be the milking that
the steward who fitted the chastity device to you was talking about. Jesus
please don’t let this be the only way I will ever get
to cum for the rest of my life! To
be fucked and cum without ever feeling the pleasure of pounding your cock into
a woman doesn’t bear thinking about. You
lie there in despair trying not to cry.
Once she has finished milking you she finally releases your
cock from its cage, and using a cold wet cloth she washes first your face and
hair and then rinsing the cloth under cold water in the en-suite bathroom she
returns to wash the cum away from your cock. Once clean, your cock is put back into its
cage. The next thing you are aware of is
the door closing as you are left alone, tied spread-eagled, exposed and
humiliated on the bed.
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Just as your arms start to go numb from being tied in one
position for so long the door opens and she re-enters the room. Removing the chains on your wrist cuffs she
pulls you into a sitting position and rubs both your arms to get the blood
flowing back through them. The feeling
of pins and needles this causes isn’t pleasant but its better than being
stretched and bound to the bed. Next
your jacket is removed. It’s no longer
in pristine condition. It is covered in
her fluids and smells of sex. Your hands
are then chained again, but this time behind your back. Besides the smell of your jacket you can
smell something else. Food! You are
starving and hope that the food is for you.
It is. While you sit in an
awkward position, your legs still stretched and chained to the bottom of the
bed you are fed by her. When you have
finished you are too scared to speak to thank her so smile instead hoping that
this is acceptable. It appears it is
because she strokes your face. That
makes you flinch. The only person who
has ever stroked your face in that way is your first Mistress. It unnerves you that your new Mistress has
done the same thing.
‘Toilet?’ the question is whispered. You are beginning to wonder why this woman
keeps whispering and only says one word rather than a whole sentence; does she
have some sort of speech problem?
‘Yes Mistress, if it pleases you I would like to use the
bathroom’.
You hear the chains rattling as your ankles are released,
but they are soon cuffed again with a hobble chain. Your Mistress helps you off the bed and
guides you, slowly as you can only move your feet a couple of inches in front
of each other because of the hobble chain, to the en-suite bathroom. Sitting you on the toilet she attaches a
leash to your collar and you sense that she is tying it to something. Her footsteps retreat and a quick pulling of
your head forwards confirms that you are indeed chained by your neck to the
wall. How humiliating! Chained to a toilet and expected to relieve yourself. How on
earth are you going to wipe your arse when you have finished? Your hands are chained behind your back and
you have no idea where the toilet roll is anyway. It takes a while before you can relax enough
to empty yourself, but even when you do you feel embarrassed incase your
Mistress is watching you. But the sound
of footsteps across the tiled floor coming towards you reassures you that she
wasn’t watching.
But what do you do now?
Should you tell her you’ve finished?
Surely the smell will tell her that.
You clear your throat in the hope that the noise will indicate to her
that you need her attention. For some
reason although she has returned to the bathroom she completely ignores you. Maybe she gets a kick out of having a guy
chained to her toilet and wants to leave you there for as long as
possible. A sudden thought occurs to
you. What if she leaves you chained to
the toilet all night? You are finding it
extremely difficult to stop having wild thoughts about what she intends to do
to you. It would have been so much
easier if she had just behaved the way I did.
At least you knew where you stood with me. At the start you were an animal kept in a
cage and almost permanently in chains.
You slept in the basement and ate like a dog out of a bowl on the
floor. It was made perfectly clear to
you when I took you home that I owned you.
What is happening to you now is unnerving. You can’t see your
Mistress and she doesn’t speak to you except for one word at a time, and then
only 3 or 4 times so far. She has
treated you kindly except for the pleasure she appeared to get from tormenting
your cock and balls.
You can’t believe it when you hear the sound of water and
realise that she is going to take a shower while leaving you chained to the
toilet with your trousers round your ankles and the smell of your shit in the
bowl beneath you. Apparently she decides
she can’t stand the smell of it after all when she suddenly pulls the handle on
the toilet and water gushes into the bowl splashing all round your arse. The shock of the unexpected wash your arse
has just received makes you jump off the toilet seat but the chain on your
collar stops you getting too far, as it pulls the collar against your
neck. You have no choice but to sit back
down. You hear your Mistress laugh at
you as she climbs into the shower. Your
face burns with shame, and even though you cannot see your Mistress laughing
you lower your head, looking down at the floor, in utter misery.
You hear the water being turned off and the sound of her
rubbing her body dry with a towel. It’s
amazing you think how quickly your hearing becomes sharper when you can’t
see. The next sound you hear is the
sound of her cleaning her teeth. Well at
least she isn’t a dirty bitch you think, even though she has left you sitting
on the toilet without your arse being wiped.
That is soon remedied when with an ‘oh’ from her you know that she has
realised she forgot to wipe your arse.
Unchaining you from the toilet she bends you over and using lots of
toilet paper wipes it. You feel your
face turning an even deeper shade of red as she does this for you. A grown man having his backside wiped like a
little kid! When she has finished she
pulls your trousers up and re-zips your fly.
Then when she has washed her hands she pulls you onto your knees and
tugging on your leash urges you to crawl on your knees back into the bedroom. You are left kneeling while she dresses
herself.
Then you become aware of her moving close behind you and
suddenly you can see. Although the
blinding light after your eyes being in the dark for so long makes you screw
your eyes up, until they adjust to the brightness. At last, you are going to meet your Mistress! You hope she isn’t ugly or worse a really old
woman. The thought of that old crone at
the auction house makes you shudder.
Your Mistress continues to stand behind you and not wanting
to risk a punishment this early in your ‘relationship’ with her you do not turn
your head to try and catch a glimpse of her.
Instead you remain perfectly still while she runs her fingers through
your hair and gently moves them over your face, feeling your eyes, nose and lips,
almost as if she were a blind person ‘seeing’ you for the first time. Her fingers move from your face to your ears
and then she starts gently massaging your shoulders. You shiver at her touch and feel your spine tingling. You are almost in heaven. As she puts more pressure into her hands,
being firmer with the massage, you can feel all the tension in your muscles
fade away. And then a kiss on the back of your neck! God but does this woman know how to torment
you and you still haven’t seen her face yet!
And as you now find out, you are not going to. Not at the present time anyway. Before you have time to react a leather hood
is pulled quickly down over your head, laced up tightly at the back, the strap
pulled tight round your neck and locked shut with a small padlock. Even if your hands are free you can’t pull
the hood off. Panic sets in as you
realise you can’t see, your hearing is almost cut off and you can’t open your
mouth. All your senses have been cut off. Your mind is in turmoil as you wonder why she
has done this to you. Although you were
helpless before you feel even more so now.
You are completely at her mercy.
You won’t be able to see or hear her approaching you. You can’t even open your mouth. The only thing the hood will allow you to do
is breathe. What if she intends to leave
the hood on you forever? If you can’t
eat or drink you will die! Is that what
she intends? A slow and agonising death
for you!
Her hands return to massaging your neck and shoulders. As her warm gentle hands
continue to caress you, you calm down and your breathing and heart rate return
to normal. You are also able to
think more clearly. If she intended to
starve you to death, she wouldn’t have spent £150,000 on you and she wouldn’t
have bothered to feed you either. You
know she wants you hooded for a reason and assume it is one of the kinky things
she likes doing to her slave. A guy
wearing naval uniform, obviously once an Officer with men under his command,
chained, hooded and helpless before her has to be a major turn on for her. Once you realise that you are not about to
die and that this is obviously how she ‘gets off’ you decide that you will put
your trust in her.
As if she senses your acceptance of what is happening to
you, she moves in front of you and you feel a zip being pulled across the
hood. The zip covers the mouth area and
once it is undone you are able to open your mouth. Not very wide but enough to be able to eat
and drink, and if allowed – to speak.
You are so relieved and surprised when you suddenly feel her lips on
yours. She’s kissing you! You are too
stunned to respond to her kiss and just accept her probing tongue into your
mouth, and around your lips. You realise
at this moment that your life is going to be exciting and unpredictable. This woman is something else!!! Ok so she is not the Mistress that you have
given your heart to, but you sure as hell will do your best to serve her
obediently and without hesitation. After
all you made that promise to me when I let you go, and you will honour that
promise until the day you die.
With that thought in your mind you allow yourself to be led
back to the bed and chained down. This
time you are not chained in such a restrictive way. The hobble chain is left on and a longer
chain is attached to one ankle with the other end secured to one corner of the
bed. The leash on your collar is secured
to the headboard, and your arms are left secured behind your back. Then with another kiss on your lips the zip
is closed and your mouth is sealed inside the hood once more.
You silently thank her for not tying you in a spread-eagle,
and you wonder if the loose way you have been chained is a reward for not
turning around earlier to try and look at your new Mistress. After some tossing and turning you decide the
most comfortable position to lie in is on your stomach. You try to sleep but fail as your mind is
racing with lots of questions about your new Mistress and imagining what your
life is going to be like from now on.
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The touch of her hand on your back makes you jump. Wearing the hood you had no idea she had
returned to the room. Still lying on
your stomach you feel the sensation of ropes being trailed across your
back. She is using them to tease
you. You know with absolute certainty that
she is going to tie you up with them.
Well here it comes you think. She
is obviously into bondage in a big way, but putting your trust in her you don’t
try and struggle as she removes the chain from your wrist cuffs and binds your
wrists tightly together with rope. Uncuffing your ankles and removing your trousers she
repeats the process with your ankles and flips you onto your back where pulling
your ball sac downwards to stretch it she ties thinner rope around it,
underneath the ring locking the chastity tube to your cock. Flipping you back onto your stomach the thin
rope is brought between your legs. At
this point you become concerned. You
hope that she isn’t planning on ripping your balls off! But although she tugs
on the rope so that it pulls your balls partly back through your legs making
you groan inside the mask, she doesn’t pull on the rope tight enough to cause
too much pain. The rope is however,
pulled up between your arse cheeks and tied off to your wrists. The sensation of your balls being stretched
between your legs and the rope sitting snugly against your arsehole is
strange. It is uncomfortable but not
painful, and for some reason you find it strangely erotic. Now you are becoming really concerned. Hell if you are enjoying this, does that make
you a pervert or just kinky like your new Mistress appears to be?
You don’t have much time to think about it as your Mistress
has not yet finished tying you up.
Taking another length of rope she ties it across the rope round your
ankles and pulls it forcing your legs backwards towards your wrists. The rope is tied to your wrists and then
passed through a D ring at the back of your slave collar. The leash is removed from the collar just
before she pulls the rope tight forcing your head backwards before tying it
off. Jesus!. You know this
is a hogtie because I have forced you into one before,
but you don’t remember it being this tight! You really hope she doesn’t intend
to leave you trussed up like this for too long.
You are finding it difficult to breathe as the slave collar is forced
against your throat. Trying to relieve
it you push your head forward, only to force your ankles and wrists higher up
your back, causing extreme pain to your balls as the rope attached to them is
tightened when your wrists are forced upwards.
Grunting inside the mask you desperately try to communicate
to your Mistress that you are struggling to breathe and are in pain. But you get no response to your groaning and
you wonder if she has left the room. You
know you have no choice but to accept the hogtie and slowly
calm down. It might be difficult to
breathe but you are not being strangled.
You believe that she wouldn’t leave you in a position where you might
accidentally die so you make an effort to control your breathing, restricted
though it is. After maybe five minutes
when your breathing is under control you feel her hands on you, gently moving
you so that you are lying on your side. So
she didn’t leave you alone. You realise
that she was probably testing you to see if you trusted her.
It seems that you have passed the test and your trust is to
be rewarded as you feel her hand touch your balls and then the cock cage being
lifted off. Her hands caress your cock,
nails gently scraping along the shaft and around the head. Then her fingers close around the head and
slowly start pulling the foreskin up and down over the sensitive head. Her strokes become firmer as your cock
increases in size. It doesn’t take long
before it is standing to attention, like a soldier on parade. As her hand continues to slide slowly up and
down your cock you are so horny you try and hump her hand. Trying to thrust your hips forwards and
backwards when in a hogtie is not easy!
Sensing your frustration she laughs, although you can’t hear
her, but deciding you have waited long enough she lies down beside you with her
back to your chest and ‘spooning’ herself to snuggle up against you with one
leg raised and resting over your leg to open herself up for you she slides
herself onto your cock, using her hand to guide your cock inside her. It’s not very easy for her to fuck you while
lying on her side, especially when you can’t make any thrusting movements to
help her but it doesn’t take much after so long without sex to make you ready
to cum. You know that you must never
ever cum inside your Mistress unless given permission, but although you try and
signal to her that you are on the verge of shooting your load, she obviously
can’t understand the unintelligible noises coming from inside the hood. It’s impossible for you to hold back while
she continues to wriggle around with your cock inside her and so unable to
control yourself any longer you shoot load after load into her.
Shit, now you’re in trouble. But amazingly instead of the stinging slap to
your cock and balls that you expected she simply unties the rope attached to
your collar so that you can breathe more easily and climbs off the bed, leaving
you lying in a less painful hogtie.
Just as your legs start to cramp she comes back to release
you. First she removes the rope
connecting your wrists and ankles, allowing you to stretch out your arms and
legs, your arms carefully though, as your balls are still tied to them. While you are stretching your limbs she again
cleans your cock and removing the rope from your rather tender balls she
encases your cock in the cage once more.
You hate that damned chastity device and can’t believe it when she puts
it back on. You hope that the fuck you
just had wasn’t the only one you are going to get while not wearing it. You know that your Mistress is capable of
pleasuring herself with your cock still enclosed in it, and realise that you
will probably only be allowed to feel your cock inside her if you really please
her in your efforts to be a good slave.
You immediately resolve to do as much as you can to make her happy. The less time your cock is in that cage the
better!
Chaining your wrists in front of you, she removes the rope
from your ankles and puts a pair of extremely tight fitting black lycra running shorts on you. The
leash is attached to your slave collar and you are led slowly back down one
flight of stairs and into another room – the living room. A tug downwards on your leash indicates that
you are to kneel on the floor. You do so
and immediately adopt the submissive slave position; knees wide apart sitting
back on your heels and head bowed. This
appears to please her, as you get another pat on the head. Then she gently nudges the side of your
leg. You are not sure what is expected
of you, but thinking she may want you to stand up, you start to rise, but her
hands on your shoulders push you back down.
So you try sitting with your legs crossed. This was obviously the right move as she pats
you on the head again.
You cannot believe what happens next. First of all she places something over your
head that rests against your ears. You
wonder what an earth it is, thinking that perhaps it is ear defenders to completely
block your hearing. Then she takes your
hands from behind your head and in one hand she puts an ice cold can. You are so startled at its coldness you
almost drop it. The mouth of the hood is
unzipped and she raises your hand towards your mouth confirming that you may
drink the contents of the can. Then
startling you again you suddenly hear people talking. It sounds like a radio
programme. As you strain to adjust to
hearing this unexpected noise you realise it is a radio commentary in Dutch of
a football game, and not just any old game either. It is the final of the World Cup and the
Netherlands are playing England. In your
time of slavery you had forgotten that the World Cup was on. Even if you were permitted to speak you would
have been speechless. Your wonderful new
Mistress has today not only fucked you and allowed you to cum inside her; she
is allowing you to listen to the final of the World Cup in which your own
country is playing, and drink a can of beer!!!!
Perhaps life with your new owner will not be so bad after all.
You understand that she is showing you the rewards you may
obtain if you serve her faithfully and to the best of your ability and
beyond. You know that without a doubt
you will strive for perfection in your servitude to her. If she punishes you, you know that it will be
a punishment that is deserved and not meted out for her sadistic pleasure. As much as you love me and would also serve
me to the best of your ability, you know that no matter how much you did for me
I would never in a million years allow you to listen to a football match let
alone watch one. You know how much I
hate it. Although you still want to be a
free man and hope one day that that will happen, you will accept the ownership
of your body and soul to this woman for as long as she desires it, without complaint.
While you sit there still in awe of what she has given you,
she sits there smiling. She knows how to
get you exactly where she wants you.
Soon you will be eating out of her hand – possibly even literally, and
all thoughts of freedom, which she knows you still want, will disappear. The violent approach didn’t work, but this
way will. It won’t be long before you
become the perfect slave, and willingly too.
Chapter 15
The
Your Mistress allows you to lie at
her feet for some time before she stands up.
Removing the headphones and then pulling your leash she gestures for you
to stand up. You do so with some
difficulty as your hands remain clasped behind your head. You are led by her into another room. You realise it must be the kitchen as the
floor is tiled and feels cold on your bare feet. Tapping your hands she indicates that she
wants you to lower them. Her hands then
guide yours to items on the counter. You
can feel a cup and a kettle and then she places a spoon in one hand and what
feels like a teabag in the other. You
realise that she wants you to make her a cup of tea. Shit! This is not really a good first task for you
to complete for her. You don’t drink tea
and I was always telling you that your tea tasted disgusting. You seem to
remember that I always complained that it tasted like dish water or hot
milk. If you can’t make decent tea when
you can see, how on earth are you going to make it completely blinded. Perhaps you need to leave the teabag in
longer? You make your first cup of tea
for her doing the best you can, considering that you can’t see; you have no
idea if you have poured too much milk in or what it looks like. When you have finished you turn away from the
counter holding the cup in your outstretched hand ready for her to accept from
you. When the cup is placed back in your
hand almost immediately you realise that your first attempt hasn’t been
successful, it has obviously been poured into the sink. You tense waiting for the inevitable
punishment and you automatically flinch when her hands touch you. You are confused when the slap you were
expecting doesn’t happen. Instead she
turns you round to face the counter again and places another teabag in your
hand. It takes ten attempts at making a
cup of tea before she appears satisfied.
Each time you have made it you have made a mental note of how many times
you have squeezed and stirred the teabag in the cup and tried to judge exactly
how much milk you poured into the cup.
You smile to yourself as you realise that the expression about being so
good at something you can do it blindfolded is true. You literally can make a decent cup of tea
blindfolded! Not once did your Mistress
punish you for making a disgusting cup of tea, she just got you to make another
one until she was happy with it.
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For several weeks you remain hooded
during your waking hours. At night when
you are taken back to the cage to sleep you kneel on the floor in front of the
cage facing away from her while she removes the padlock on the hood, and
unlaces it. You then crawl into the cage
and count to 100 before you remove it.
By that time she is gone. There is always a bowl of cold water, soap,
toothpaste and a toothbrush in the corner of your cage. As soon as you have removed the hood you wash
your face and clean your teeth. You
really hate wearing the hood as she always laces it really tight putting
pressure on your head and making your skin sweat. You don’t know why she makes you wear
it. It’s not as if she has kidnapped you
and you would be able to describe her to the police if you ever escaped and she
was caught. She owns you so what
difference does it make if you see her face?
Perhaps she is really ugly or disfigured and doesn’t want to see a look
of disgust on your face. You want to be
able to tell her that you don’t care what she looks like, that you are just
grateful to be treated well by her but as you are not allowed to speak you just
have to accept the hood for as long as she wants you to wear it. But removing it at night and splashing cold
water over your face feels like heaven.
When you lie in your cage at night
you can’t believe how you have changed so much within such a short space of
time. You have gone from being a free
man to an angry and resentful captive to an almost docile and accepting
slave. You are worried that the longer you
are enslaved the more you will lose your identity, that you will become a machine
who is unable to think for himself. If that happens, you will never be free. It worries you a lot as you have seen how
robotic some of the slaves at the auction house have become as a result of
years of slavery. You can’t imagine what
it will be like for you as time passes, to spend every waking hour in servitude
to another. You crave having a book to
read to stimulate your mind, or if not a book a hobby or something, anything
that you are allowed for yourself to occupy your mind when you are left for
hours on your own. Perhaps with time if
you can develop a ‘relationship’ with your owner, she will allow you something
to keep your mind alive. But for now you
must accept your life as it is.
In the mornings as soon as you wake
you wash and clean your teeth again before pulling the hood back over your head
and kneeling in the middle of the cage to wait for her to come and release you
from your prison. Each morning is the
same, you crawl out of the cage and kneel before her while she re-laces the hood
and padlocks it shut. There is no need
for her to put chains on your wrists and ankles as you are permanently kept
with them on. Breakfast of porridge is
fed to you every day while you sit on the floor by her chair. She obviously doesn’t want you making a mess
of the hood by making you eat from a bowl yourself. However, your water bowl is left on the floor
and that you have to drink from like a dog.
You find it extremely difficult trying to lick water from a bowl and are
never able to get enough to drink this way so you feel permanently
thirsty.
Your Mistress has taught you to
complete different tasks while completely blinded by the hood. You can cook a simple meal, as long as the
ingredients have been laid out for you.
You can wash the dishes and the kitchen floor. You have even learnt how to dust the living
room, as you now know by touch exactly where all the ornaments and various
objects are within the room. You feel a
glow inside you each time you learn to complete a new task to your Mistress’
satisfaction. You are always rewarded in
some small way when you please her. It
might be a kiss on your lips, a bottle of beer, or as happened the first time
you really pleased her with the huge effort you made at a difficult task she
set you, she allowed you to wash her when she was bathing. You knew that to be allowed to touch her
naked body was a real honour and you were very proud at being given this
reward.
However, with rewards for good work
there is also punishment for failure.
Although, punishment is reserved for the occasions when you fail to
complete a task to her satisfaction when she knows that you are capable of
doing better. She does not punish you
when you are still learning a task. Your
punishments usually take place in the cellar.
You are chained to a whipping post and your back and/or arse are beaten
with a crop. Although it hurts and
sometimes it makes you cry with pain, she never loses control or whips you in
anger. You know that when she punishes
you it is because you deserve to be punished, and not because she gets a kick
out of making you suffer. So where as
once you were terrified of being whipped, you now accept your punishment
knowing you deserved it for letting your Mistress down.
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After eight weeks you are finally left
alone to do the housework while she has gone into the city to do some
shopping. Although it occurs to you that
you could attempt to escape, you are well aware that it would be futile. Hooded and chained you wouldn’t get very far,
and even if you did attempt it you only have to think of the disastrous
consequences of your last escape attempt.
At this moment in time you have to let fate take its course. If you are ever meant to be a free man, then
it will happen one day, you are sure of it.
But while you are daydreaming you
are not paying attention to what you are doing and accidentally knock over one
of the ornaments sitting on the fireplace.
With a crash it lands on the stone hearth, shattering into tiny pieces. Panicking you blindly try and pick up the
pieces, hoping that you will be able to find some glue and stick it back
together. Maybe your Mistress won’t
notice……
What the hell am I thinking! Of
course she will notice! Shit Shit Shit. What am I going to do? You know that there is only thing you can possibly do that
will show your Mistress how deeply sorry you are to have broken one of her
favourite ornaments. Quickly cleaning up
the broken pieces and placing them in a bag on the kitchen counter so that your
Mistress will see them as soon as she returns, you feel blindly in the kitchen
drawers for pen and paper. Then you do
your best to write a note explaining that you are deeply sorry and to tell her
where you have gone.
It is two hours before your Mistress
returns. She senses from the quietness
when she enters the house that you are not completing your tasks or cooking her
evening meal as you should be by now.
With a feeling of dread she walks through the ground floor of the house
looking for you, but knowing instinctively that you will not be there. She really thought that you had become
completely subservient to her, and that this, the first time she has left you
alone in the house would be the final confirmation that you could be trusted. She wants to cry that you have failed this
final test. So your freedom still means
more to you than anything. She has no
choice but to phone the police. She is
really upset at the thought, as she knows once the police are involved and you
are caught your life will be complete hell.
Or what is left of it will be anyway; because no doubt once your
previous violent history becomes known to them you will probably be sentenced
to death.
Walking through to the kitchen to
pour herself a glass of wine to steady her nerves before she makes the phone
call that will probably end your life, she notices for the first time the bag
with the broken ornament inside it.
Beside it is a piece of paper with a barely legible scrawl on it. It is obvious that you have tried to leave a
goodbye note for her, but through her tears and because you have written it
without being able to see your handwriting she can barely read it. Wiping her tears away she concentrates on the
writing. Puzzled she realises that it is
not actually a goodbye note, it says that you are really sorry and something
about waiting for her in the cellar.
What does that mean?
Cautiously, she makes her way to the
top of the cellar steps. Her heart is
beating fast and her breathing is rapid as she feels the fear rising inside
her. What if you have freed yourself
from your bondage yet again and are waiting in the cellar to beat and rape
her. She knows that she should not
venture into the cellar, she should just phone the police and wait outside the
house for them to arrive, but something is drawing her down the steps, almost
against her will. Slowly, taking one
step at a time she reaches the door at the bottom of the steps. With a shaking hand she reaches for the
handle and slowly turning it she opens the door and pushes it gently. Rooted to the spot she is too scared to walk
through the open door. But she knows she
has to face this fear. She cannot own
you if she is scared of you. Forcing
herself onwards she pushes the door wide open and freezes.
She cannot believe what she is
seeing. You are definitely waiting for
her in the cellar, but not in the way she had feared. You have chained yourself to the whipping
post and laid the riding crop at your feet to await your punishment. Relief courses through her body and she
starts to cry again. She is overwhelmed
that you have given yourself so completely to her, that you are willing to
accept your punishments without resentment and to offer yourself to her for
punishment for breaking an ornament. She knows what a huge gesture this is from
you. Losing one of her favourite
ornaments is nothing compared to the gift you have just given her –
yourself.
Walking across the room to you she
reaches up to release your hands from the whipping post, and then she plants a
kiss on your neck. You are startled at
this unexpected touch. Having been
chained to the whipping post for two hours waiting, you were completely lost in
your own private thoughts. When she
reaches up to release your hands you realise that she is not going to punish
you, and are upset by it. You deserve to
be punished and you want her to whip you.
Once your wrists are free from the post you kneel down and blindly feel
around for the crop, pick it up and hold it in your outstretched hands towards
her. She takes it from you but makes no
move to shackle you to the post. As she
won’t, you stand up and again shackle yourself to the post. She still makes no move so you pull your body
away from the post and bend forward as much as you can so that your arse is
pushed outwards indicating to her that you want her to punish you.
For a while nothing happens but you
hold your position determined to make her understand your need to be punished
for letting her down. She finally
understands and reluctantly brings the crop down on your backside. It was not very hard and you know that she
will not whip you properly as you deserve, so trying to speak inside the hood
with the zip closed you make a sort of grunting noise and try and pull yourself
further backwards towards her. You know
she has got the message when the next blow hits you with a lot more force and
you give a muffled cry of pain. Eight
more times you receive blows to your arse before she drops the crop to the
floor. And then….. nothing. You realise that she has left the
cellar. Shit. You wanted to be
punished but you didn’t particularly want to be left hanging on the whipping
post with your arse on fire for god knows how long!
You are left there for ten minutes
before she returns. The feeling of cold
ointment being applied to your butt makes you jump in surprise, but within
seconds the fire in your arse starts cooling down. Your hands are released from the whipping
post and clipping a leash to your collar she slowly leads you out of the cellar,
back up two flights of stairs and back into what you guess correctly to be the
bedroom. Through the bedroom and into
the bathroom, she tugs on the leash indicating that you kneel on the
floor. Then to your immense surprise you
feel her hands at the back of the hood, first removing the padlock and then
unlacing it.
You are finally going to ‘meet’ your
Mistress! You know that what you have
just done has proved to your Mistress that you can be completely trusted. You could kiss her for rewarding you by
allowing you to see her. You don’t care
if she is an old crone, although from the times you have felt her body on
yours, you are sure she is young. All
you want to do is worship her, no matter who she is or what she looks like.
When the hood is removed you keep
your eyes closed and your head bowed.
You will not gaze upon her until she gives you permission. When she puts a hand under your chin to raise
your head you open your eyes slowly. You
know that the light will blind you after being kept in darkness for so long and
so are surprised to find that the room is lit by only a few candles allowing
your eyes to adjust quickly. And when
you raise your eyes to look at her you are dumbstruck!
She bursts out laughing at the
expression on your face. If only she had
a camera she thinks, the look on your face is priceless. If it were physically possible your jaw would
have hit the floor.
‘Well?’ she asks ‘are you pleased to
finally meet your Mistress?
Completely speechless all you can do
is stare at her.
‘I’ll take that as a yes then shall
I?’
‘M M Mistress I can’t believe it is
you! Never in my wildest dreams did I
imagine that I would return home to you. But I don’t understand. Did you buy me back from my new owner? Is she here?’
‘I am her, my pet. I have always been her.’
‘But you sold me for £150,000…….’
‘I never sold you
It encouraged me that no matter what
humiliations were heaped upon you, not once did you lose your temper or hit out
at anyone. You accepted everything that
was done to you without complaint.
Everything that has happened to you since that dreadful night has been a
test of your character, including the weeks you have spent hooded since I
brought you home. I knew that if you
were deaf, dumb and blind you would have to rely completely on me to look after
you. I wanted you to learn to trust
me. And you did. When I saw you shackled and waiting for
punishment this evening I knew that you fully understood your role as a slave
and had come to accept it. I know that I
have made the right decision to keep you.’
‘Please Mistress, may I speak
again?’
‘Yes. What do you want to say?’
‘I made a promise to you Mistress,
that no matter what I would never use violence against a woman again and I
meant it. I have accepted that my life
is no longer my own and that I am merely the property of another human being. If I am to be used and abused then that is my
fate. I hope that I have proved that to
you these last few weeks. I have learnt
that if I am a good slave and do my best you will reward me, if I am a bad
slave and lazy or not doing the tasks set for me to the best of my ability,
then I will be punished. I have learnt
to trust. I know that you will look
after me and treat me well if I do my best for you. I deserved to be whipped today and I was
upset that you punished me so reluctantly.
I broke something that was precious to you through carelessness. Chaining myself to
the whipping post was my way of telling my Mistress that I was truly sorry for
what I had done. I was upset that the
gift of myself was refused and……..’
‘I know Roy. I understood what you were doing and that is
why I could not bring myself to punish you.
It was an accident and did not deserve punishment but I realised that
offering yourself willingly for punishment was important to you.’
‘It was Mistress and I am grateful
that you understand. If you will allow
it Mistress I have one question to ask you that my heart needs to know the
answer to…’
‘You can ask Roy. I do not intend to keep you silent or make
you ask for permission to speak, unless I have company, so ask your question’.
‘Mistress, I need to know, when I
was fighting for my freedom at the auction house, if I had fought the female
slave and won, would you have allowed me to go free?’
The question throws me and I am not
sure how to answer. I know that how I
reply will be very important to you.
There is no way that I can tell you that you were deliberately set up to
fight both a friend and a woman so that I could test you. You would be devastated to know that I did
not want you to go free, but the question is would I have honoured your right
to go free if you had fought the woman?
It is a question that I had not prepared an answer for.
Pondering for a few moments on the
question I finally reply ‘If you had won the fight
You are so overjoyed just at the
thought of being able to see your family and once again see your old home that
you don’t care if you will never be free again.
You know that you would never tell them what has happened to you,
because you would never risk them going through some of the hell that you have
suffered. But to see them……….
I can see how delighted you are at
this and know that the thought of seeing them will help you through your life as
a slave. Because although I will treat
you well, you are still a slave and there will be things you will have to do
that you will not like. But right now I
need a long hot soak in the bath and you are going to tend to my needs, so stroking your cheek gently I tell you to
climb in the large bath tub with me so that I can lie between your legs and use
your chest as a cushion for my head.
You do not need to be told
twice. You have not had the luxury of
lying in a bath tub of hot water since your capture and to have the added bonus
of your naked Mistress lying against you!
As I lower myself into the bath after you, and make myself comfortable
leaning against you, you cannot resist reaching out to stroke my hair and then
kissing it.
I smile to myself. Such insolence
from a slave, to caress his Mistress without permission! But it confirms to me that you will become a
perfect and devoted slave given time……………..
Chapter 16
Lying in the bath holding me in your
arms, listening to the soft music coming from the bedroom, and the bathroom
bathed in soft light from the candles makes you almost forget that you are a
slave. The urge to reach out and caress
my naked body is strong. However, the
rattling sound made by your chains every time you move serves to remind you
that you are not my partner, and we are not enjoying a romantic soak in the
bath together. You are there purely for
my comfort, although the small sighs sometimes escaping from my lips let you
know that I am content and happy to be lying there with you.
I can feel myself starting to fall
asleep I am so relaxed, so reluctantly I stand up and order you to wash
me. You do not need to be told
twice. You set about your task with
pleasure. As your hands gently caress my
breasts my nipples harden to your touch and when you reach the intimate part
between my legs I gasp in pleasure, at the same time that your cock starts to
swell. I can’t resist, your touch has
always had the same effect on me. I want
you and need you, but I am determined that this time I will not give in to my
animal urges and allow you to take me as a lover. I want my slave to pleasure me while I remain
in control. So opening my legs wide I
push you down onto your knees and lacing my fingers through your hair I pull
you towards my most private place.
Eagerly you start licking around the
tops of my thighs and tentatively flicking your tongue over my clitoris. Your cock is still trying to grow but the
chastity device is working well and you can feel the pressure start to build up
followed by pain in your cock, but you are learning to ignore it. The most important thing for you is giving me
as much pleasure as possible. This is
the first time since you returned home that you have been allowed to pleasure
me in this way. You now know why you
were not allowed to give this pleasure to your Mistress before. You would immediately have recognised the
glorious pussy as being mine. You can
feel my fingers pulling on your hair as I become more aroused. Pulling you tighter into me you start teasing
my pussy lips until you reach the entrance to my vagina. As your tongue finds its way inside I almost
can’t bear it. My whole body is starting
to tingle and the sensation of your tongue flicking in and out of my cunt is driving me wild.
My breathing becomes quicker and my heart beats faster as you make me
more and more excited.
The more aroused I become the more
pain you receive as now my hands have moved from your hair to your
shoulders. But unfortunately for you my
nails are digging into your shoulders as you bring me closer and closer to orgasm. You find it strangely erotic, the mixture of
your pain and my pleasure. Never before
in your life as a free man did you experience such extremes of either pleasure
or pain, and you never experienced both at the same time when you were making
love to your girlfriends. For now though
you don’t have time to think too deeply about your feelings, as I suddenly
start shaking as an enormous orgasm rips through me. Your face is soaked by my fluids and even
though it goes in your mouth and up your nose you don’t care. You feel fantastic. You are responsible for the amazing orgasm I
have just had and knowing that makes you feel very proud.
When I release you, you look up at
me with a small smile on your face. I
return your smile. I feel really shaky
and my legs are wobbly. That was
fantastic! I can’t quite trust myself to
speak because I know my voice will also shake. So putting one hand on the top
of your head I push down guiding your head under the water to clean my cum from you. When
I release you I take your hand and allow you to help me step out of the bath.
Then gathering up a soft and warm bath towel you wrap it around me and gently
dry my body. Then scooping me up in your
arms you carry me into the bedroom and lay me gently on the bed.
Without asking permission but
sensing that it is appropriate and will be appreciated you fetch a bottle of
scented oil and rubbing some between your hands to warm it up you climb on the
bed, sit astride my hips and slowly start massaging my shoulders. As you reach my back you hesitate. The welts from the whipping are still there,
although much fainter they are still visible.
The pain in your chest as you look at them feels like a knife is being
twisted in you. You are scared to touch
them incase they still hurt and will remind me of what you did. I can sense your anguish and your reluctance.
‘It’s okay
‘I am sorry Mistress. I don’t think I will ever be able to come to
terms with what I did. I………..’
‘Please
‘I’m sorry Mistress I didn’t mean to
upset you, I just…’
‘Slave, shut up! Do you want to be punished for
disobeying an order? If so, you are
going the right way about it! Now please get on with my massage!’
You realise by my calling you slave
rather than
Just as you have an amazing tongue
it seems that you also have amazing hands.
I wonder where you learnt to be so good at massage as you seem to know
just the right amount of pressure to use and have the ability to make me
relaxed while also arousing me with your touch.
As I lie there enjoying the feel of your hands on me I am also aware
that I must not fall into the same trap as before. You are not my lover you are my property and
I must not forget that, but before I can think any more about it I fall asleep.
You realise I am no longer awake
when I stop responding to your touch, so you stop the massage and lie down
beside me, stroking my hair and face lightly so as not to wake me. You want to make the most of the opportunity
to be close to me. As you gaze at me you
can feel a stirring in your groin. I
look so beautiful and innocent when asleep that you feel protective of me. You realise that you are falling under my
spell and it won’t be long before you will not want to be free, even if you
have the choice. You wonder what our
lives would be like now if you had chosen a different path the first time we
met. Back then you knew that you could
easily fall in love with me and the thought frightened you, so when you left
When my skin starts to feel cooler
to your touch you carefully pull the quilt out from underneath me and then
cover me with it. But now you are not
sure what to do, it is late evening and it is unlikely that I will wake until
morning. You would dearly love to climb
in beside me and cuddle up but do not dare. I may have been kinder to you since I brought
you home but that doesn’t mean you should take liberties. A part of you is scared that I still have
that mean streak and may whip you hard or think up some hideous torture for
your insolence. You think about
returning to your own bed, although some bed a 5ft by 3ft cage is! You wonder if you will ever be allowed to
sleep in a real bed again. From your
cage you can see your old bed, and even though it wasn’t very comfortable with
a lumpy mattress and only a thin blanket to cover you, it was a helluva lot better than sleeping on the floor of the
cage. At least on the bed you could
stretch your legs out. In the end you
decide to sleep on the floor by my bed, that way if I wake up
in the middle of the night you are immediately on hand to serve me.
As the floor in the bedroom is
wooden and not carpeted it is not long before your body starts hurting. It is impossible to get comfortable and you
are cold, lying there naked without a blanket.
The rattle of your chains as you toss and turn is also starting to annoy
you. You hope at some point I take them
off but you know that you have a long way to go before I trust you enough to
free you from bondage. Eventually giving
up trying to sleep you decide you may as well get up and do some
housework. Perhaps if I see the house
spotlessly clean in the morning I will reward you in some small way. You go downstairs and start tidying up. You
dare not use the vacuum cleaner incase the noise wake me so you limit yourself
to dusting, polishing and washing the kitchen floor. It does not take long as the house is pretty
much spotless anyway; after all you are cleaning it on a daily basis.
When you have finished it is still
only 0200. Its funny you think as you
glance at the time on the clock, even though you are no longer in the forces,
you still use the 24 hour clock. As you
look around the living room trying to decide how to occupy yourself for the
next few hours your eyes settle on the TV.
It has been a long time since you have watched it. You know that
football highlights will be on the Sky sports channel, and after listening to
the World Cup final through headphones you are dying to actually see a match
being played. But dare you watch it
without permission? You stand there
indecisive. You know the possible
consequences of being caught watching it but you argue with yourself that I
will not be awake until at least 0700 and by that time you will have finished
watching and will be in the kitchen making me a cooked breakfast. So I will never find out. The other part of you argues that by watching
TV you are letting me down and betraying what little trust I have in you. You stand there for nearly ten minutes trying
to make a decision. In the end football
wins. You turn on the TV and turn the
sound down low so that it will not be heard upstairs, and laying down on the
couch you make yourself comfortable to watch the highlights.
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I wake up at 7.30 feeling refreshed
after a good night’s sleep and ready to start the new day. Today will be the first ‘proper’ day we will
spend together. I plan to take you
shopping to buy some clothes. It may be
okay for you to be permanently naked at home, but when we are out other people
will not want to be looking at your caged cock, and also practically with the
typical English weather you would be freezing outdoors and you will be no good
to me if you catch pneumonia. As I lay
in bed thinking about my plans for the day I suddenly realise that I had fallen
asleep the night before without locking you up for the night. Shit.
Reaching the bottom of the stairs I
can hear talking. Puzzled I think that
you have let someone into the house, then I realise that it is the TV. Striding into the living room I find you
stretched out on the couch, fast asleep with the TV remote control clutched in
your hand. I stare at you in
disbelief. You are asleep on my couch after watching my TV without permission. I can’t believe that you have the nerve. Part of me is relieved that you have not run
away but I am also really angry that you have taken advantage of me. It seems that just because I have shown you
that I care about you, you think you can take liberties with your position. I fight the urge to whip your arse hard. I don’t want to repeat my earlier mistakes of
whipping you while I am angry. I need to
be in control, so instead I grab you by the hair and pull you onto the floor. It looks as if I will have to make your
position quite clear to you, and I know just the way to do it.
Woken up suddenly you are
disorientated. Until raising your head
you see the furious expression on my face.
Shit, Shit, Shit.
‘I am so sorry Mistress……’
‘Shut the fuck up slave, I’m not
interested in hearing your pathetic excuses.
How dare you lay your filthy stinking body on MY furniture and watch MY
television while I am asleep. You are
going to fucking pay for your insolence.’
Shit you think, how could you have
been so stupid as to fall asleep while watching TV? You should never have watched it in the first
place, you knew it was wrong, why didn’t you listen to yourself? Now you have made me angry and you are upset
at being the cause of my anger. Moving
to kneel in front of me and placing your hands behind your head you beg for
punishment.
‘Mistress I have no excuse. Please punish me as you see fit. I will go now to the cellar and chain myself
to the whipping post ready for you.’
‘Not today slave, I am taking you
shopping to buy some outdoor clothes and you will not be able to try on outfits
with bloody welts on your back. There
are other ways to punish you. Now go to
the guest bathroom and shower. While you
are there I want you to remove all your body hair from the neck down. When you are finished you are to kneel on the
floor in my bedroom.
You immediately rush to do as you
are told, curious as to why I have not issued an immediate punishment and why
you must shave all your hair off.
The answer is provided when I enter
the bedroom. Removing the chain linking
your wrist cuffs I give you a top to put on.
It is a cream v-neck long sleeved T-shirt and stretches tightly over
your torso. It is obviously one of mine. Your heart sinks. I re-cuff your wrists and give you a pink
flowery summer skirt to put on. Luckily
for you it has an elasticated waist and although
tight around your stomach you can get it on.
You feel ridiculous and realise that your punishment today instead of
pain, is going to be humiliation. Your
eyes widen in horror as I plop my make up bag onto the bed and start rummaging
around in it. Mascara, blusher and a
nice glittery pink lipstick complete the look.
When I have finished I make you
stand and look at yourself in the full length mirror. Your face turns beet red. How humiliating! But I have not finished yet. Looking though my jewellery box I find a
chunky pink beaded necklace and matching clip on earrings. They are hideous and are not part of my
normal jewellery collection. I had
bought them a few months earlier when I was going to a fancy dress party. Once I have put them on you I take a good
look at you. I can see how mortified you
are and I start to laugh. Oh God you
look so stupid. This is so much better
than beating you. It is amazing what a
difference it makes when I give myself time to calm down and think about your
punishment instead of just lashing out in anger. I am going to have such fun today. It’s just a pity we don’t share the same shoe
size. But maybe I can buy you a nice
pair of strappy sandals while we are out
shopping. The thought of you trying to
walk in high heeled sandals makes me laugh even more. Hearing me laugh at you makes you feel even
more humiliated.
When I slap your arse and tell you
to get moving ‘cos we are going shopping you are
horrified. Not only am I dressing you up
like a transvestite I am taking you out in public!! You are not sure which is worse being
humiliated for punishment or feeling the lash of a whip across your flesh. As the day goes on and your humiliation deepens,
you know that given a choice you would prefer the feel of the whip anytime.
I attach a leash to your slave
collar and pulling you behind me we leave the house. The gravel on the driveway cuts into your
bare feet but you dare not complain or beg to be allowed to put on a pair of
shoes. I let the leash go when we reach
the car and you automatically move to stand waiting beside the passenger door.
‘Where are you going slave? Pets
travel in the boot of the car. Now come
here and get in.’
With a sinking feeling you notice
two things, one that I have reverted to calling you slave instead of
As we drive through the streets you
can see people looking at you every time the car stops at the lights or in
heavy traffic. Although they can’t see
that you are wearing a skirt or even makeup they can clearly see that you are
sitting in a dog cage. They know what
you are……
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Arriving at the large shopping mall
I release you from the dog cage, smiling to myself as you find it difficult to
get out. Eventually you manage and with
a pull on your leash we head for the clothes shops. The catcalls and whistles you get from
different guys as you shuffle along wearing your ‘girlie’ outfit and chained at
your wrists and ankles brings fresh humiliation to you. This feels about ten times worse than the
humiliations you suffered at the auction house.
At least there you were amongst other slaves who were also being
humiliated. Here at the shopping mall
you stand out like a sore thumb. God,
people must think you’re a tranny or a sissy
slut. How could I do this to you??
You are extremely relieved when we
enter a men’s clothing shop and I release you from the manacles. The sales assistant giggles when she
approaches us and asks if she can help.
You look to me for guidance.
Should you speak to this girl as she has asked you a question or should
you remain silent? I completely ignore you and inform the sales girl of my
requirements. The girl leaves and
returns with a tape measure taking your measurements so that I know what size
clothes you will require. When she
kneels down in front of you, you wonder what she is about to do and soon find
out as with another giggle her hand reaches up underneath your skirt. You both jump, you at the unexpectedness of
her hand running up your thigh and her when she accidentally touches your cock.
‘Oh my God’ she exclaims ‘has she
got something strapped to her cock?’
You are embarrassed at both the
situation and the fact that the girl has referred to you as ‘she’. The girl obviously thinks you are a
transvestite. You become even more
embarrassed when I say ‘Yes my slut is wearing a chastity device. Would you like to see it?’
See it! Is she joking? She can’t
seriously want to humiliate me even further than she has already by allowing a
total stranger to see my cock trapped in its prison.
But that is exactly what I intend as I instruct you to raise your skirt
to your waist. Knowing full well that to
refuse or to try and plead with me not to do this to you will result in further
humiliations or punishment you bend over, grasping the hem of the skirt and
lift it high so that the sales assistant has a good view of your cock. Her eyes open wide in amazement.
‘Wow. I have never seen anything like that in my
entire life. Does it hurt?’
‘Answer her slut’.
‘Umm uh no Miss it doesn’t hurt when
I am umm soft, but if my uh my penis becomes hard, it umm it is really
painful’.
‘Can I touch it Ma’am?’
‘Yeah sure you can. While your there if you want to play with her
balls and get her excited you can see what happens if you like’.
You are upset that I am allowing
this girl to touch you and also that I am now referring to you as a
female. Surely your crime wasn’t so
great that I have to heap all this humiliation on you. The sensation of your balls being cupped in a
warm mouth stops you thinking any further.
Oh God the girl is on her knees sucking your balls. You look at the girl and then at me. I am standing there with an amused expression
on my face watching the effect the girl is having on you. You can’t believe that I am enjoying
this. Unable to stop it your cock starts
growing and with it the pain. You start
whimpering and sweat forms on your brow as she continues to suck and tease your
balls while at the same time raking her nails up and down the back of your
thighs and buttocks. Without thinking
about what you are doing you start thrusting yourself towards her face,
desperate for her to take your cock in her mouth, even in its cage.
When she realises what you are doing
she pulls away laughing taking a swipe at your cock at the same time.
‘Well that’s amazing. When I do that to my boyfriend he gets a
raging hard on and it doesn’t take long for him to shoot his load, but that
tube thing on his cock really works!
Where did you get it? I may get one for my boyfriend. Just think, I
could tease him for hours! How much did it hurt you?’
‘It is umm, it is really painful
Miss’.
‘Do you like get a kick out of
wearing it or something? I mean I guess
you are both playing out some kinky fantasy right? What with this thing locked
to your cock and you dressed as a tranny and all.’
You look at me. Are you supposed to answer her questions?
‘Answer her questions truthfully
slut’.
Wondering if your face will ever
return to its normal colour or will remain bright red with embarrassment you
answer her.
‘Umm, we are uh not playing a game.
I am umm, I mean I umm I belong to Mistress.
I……’
‘What like you guys are married and
are trying to spice up your sex life?’
I can’t help but smile to
myself. Watching you squirm with
embarrassment is amusing, and listening to you fumble around trying to find the
words to tell this girl what you are turns me on.
‘Well get on with
it
Taking a deep breath the words
tumble out of your mouth.
‘Miss, we are not playing a
game. I am a slave and I am the property
of Mistress Tracey. I am imprisoned in a
chastity device because it pleases my Mistress that I am. I am wearing these clothes and make up
because I have been disrespectful to my Mistress and this is my punishment. I
am not a tranny’.
‘Wow! What so you’re like a real
life slave?’
‘Yes Miss’
‘That is so cool!’
Cool is the last thing you think
this situation is. You wish she would
just shut up so that you can get out of there.
You are also desperate to lower your skirt and hide your genitals. Thankfully I appear to have had enough as
well as I tell the girl that we must get on as we have a lot to do today. Once again the girl measures your inside leg for your trouser length. Once finished I tell you to lower the
skirt. You breathe a sigh of relief.
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Loaded down with shopping bags and
in chains once again you shuffle along behind me as I walk through the mall to
a café. All that shopping has made me
thirsty and I have also realised that I forgot to eat breakfast. Entering the café I find a table next to the
window and sit down. You stand beside me
not knowing what is expected of you, but wishing I had sat at the back of the
café where you would be less noticeable to passers by.
‘Sit down
‘Yes Mistress, thank you
Mistress.’
You are grateful that you don’t have
to suffer the humiliation of sitting at my feet in public, and also that
sitting on a chair will make the fact that you are wearing women’s clothes much
less noticeable. Hopefully the lipstick will
rub off when you eat your meal. It seems
to when women wear it anyway. You are
starving, and the smell of cooking food makes your stomach rumble. I order a pot of tea for myself and a glass
of water for you together with a full English breakfast. When the drinks arrive you ask permission to
drink the water, and drink it all in one go.
Then the breakfast arrives, a huge plate of bacon, sausage, egg,
tomatoes, mushrooms and beans with a side order of toast. But there is only one plate and you know without
a doubt that I haven’t ordered it for you. Shit. You know there is no way I will be able to
eat such a mountain of food and hope that there are plenty of leftovers for you
to tuck into. When I see you looking
hopefully at the food I giggle and say ‘don’t worry I have brought your
breakfast with me’, and opening my handbag I produce a pair of panties.
‘Now open wide like a good girl’.
You stare in disbelief at the dirty
panties dangling from my finger tips. You can see the spunk that has dried into
them and feel sick, knowing that it isn’t yours but some other guy’s. Knowing there is no choice you open your
mouth for me to push them in.
‘Now if I were you I would make the
most out of sucking all the cum from them because it
is supposed to be full of protein, and it is the only protein you will be
getting today.’
With that I tuck into my breakfast
while you sit there desperately trying not to gag on the disgusting taste of my
spunk soiled panties. When I have eaten
enough I push the plate away. I can see
your eyes on the food and know that you must be starving too. I feel a sudden twinge of sympathy and decide
that your punishment has gone on long enough.
‘Ok Roy your punishment is
over. Remove the panties from your mouth
and you can finish my meal.’
‘Thank you Mistress. Please may I speak?’
Nodding my confirmation you continue
‘I deserved all that you have done to me today.
I will do my best not to disappoint you again, or to be so insolent as
to treat your home as if it was mine. I
forgot for a moment that I have no rights to anything and I humbly apologise to
you’.
‘Apology accepted. Now eat up and then we will find somewhere
for you to change into some of the clothes I have just bought for you.’
You eat the food quickly; using your
fingers as I have not given permission for you to use cutlery, ignoring the
disgusted and bemused looks of some of the other diners. When you have finished I give you a tissue to
remove the makeup and then take you back to the shop where we bought the clothes
and ask the assistant if you can use one of the changing rooms. With a smirk she says it’s okay.
When you emerge from the changing
room five minutes later I have to admit you look pretty damn good. The grey long sleeved crew neck top and stone
washed jeans held up with a wide dark brown leather belt look perfect on
you. You look so damn sexy, especially
with the slave collar clearly visible. I
can feel the stirring of excitement in me.
God I can’t wait to get you home!
Attaching the chains to your wrists and ankles somehow makes you look
even sexier. You look so masculine and
so vulnerable at the same time. What a
combination! And you are all mine to do whatever I want with!
Chapter 17
For the journey back home from the
Mall I allow you to sit in the passenger seat of the car instead of the dog
cage. I do not intend to humiliate you
unnecessarily and you have been punished enough for your insolence.
When I stop the car outside the
house you jump out and run round to open the driver’s door for me, before
collecting the bags of shopping from the back seat and following me into the
house. When I walk into the living room
and flop down onto the couch you follow me and drop immediately to your knees
at my feet. Without prompting you
carefully remove my shoes and kiss each bare foot before starting to massage
them both in turn. I smile to myself as
I think how much we have both changed. I
have learnt to control my temper and you appear to have finally accepted your
fate. Not once during the humiliation
you suffered this morning did I see any resentment or anger in your eyes. You knew you had done wrong and accepted your
punishment like a true slave. Time to reward you and myself, I think.
Pushing your hands away I stand up,
catching your disappointed look. Smiling
I say ‘don’t worry pet, I have further duties for you to perform, and I assure
you that you will give me even more pleasure than your ministrations to my feet
have done.’
Your cock starts stirring
immediately as you realise what that means.
Pulling the leash, still attached to your collar I lead you downstairs
to the cellar. You are puzzled and
concerned that I am not leading you upstairs to my bedroom. The cellar to you, unless you are taken there
to sleep for the night, is a place for punishment. Your heart starts pounding wildly in your
chest as you wonder what I intend to do to you.
Opening the door I lead you in.
Unlocking your ankle and wrist chains and removing the leash from your collar I
tell you to remove your clothes. You do
so immediately, folding them into a neat pile and placing them on the floor
beside your feet. You feel self
conscious standing there naked except for the chastity device encasing your
cock. You feel the urge to cover your
genitals with your hands as I stand there looking at you. I make no move towards you and you wonder if
you are supposed to be doing something, instead of just standing there waiting. It feels weird to be standing in front of me
naked and unfettered by chains for the first time since you returned. We both know that you are in a position where
you could try and regain control. This
is the room where it happened before and could easily happen again. Although you are wearing a cock cage there is
no shock ring encasing your balls. There
is nothing to stop you taking me.
Taking a step forward you bend down
to pick up the discarded manacles from the floor. Holding the manacles in your
hands you walk slowly towards me. You
stop in front of me, our eyes meeting but mine giving nothing away. Without
taking your gaze from mine you take one set of manacles and snap them shut
around your wrists, then bend down and close the others around your
ankles. Dropping to your knees you bend
over to rest your forehead on the ground at my feet in a gesture of total
submission.
I can feel my heart fluttering with
a strange sensation that I don’t want to acknowledge so dismiss it as my desire
for your body. Bending down I fondly
ruffle your hair and tell you to stand up.
Leading you to the middle of the room I attach your wrist chain to the
hook attached to another length of chain hanging from the ceiling. Using the pulley I pull the chain so that
your arms are raised above your head, but not taut as it is not my intention to
hurt your arms, merely to prevent you using them. It is not lost on either of us though, that
we have both received vicious whippings while held prisoner in this way. Understandably you are nervous, you have just
given yourself totally to me and you do not know what I intend to do. You assume you are going to receive the rest
of your punishment for falling asleep on my couch, and hope that I will not be
too harsh in my whipping of you.
Once your arms are secured above
your head I replace your ankle chain with a spreader bar so that your legs are
also immobilised. Next I remove the
chastity device, gently stroking your cock before letting it go. Last of all I blindfold you, increasing your
fear. You would rather be able to see
what I am going to do, at least then you can prepare yourself for each blow
before it falls. You wonder why I have
not gagged you, worrying that today I want the pleasure of hearing you scream
in pain.
For a while I leave you suspended
knowing that the anticipation will heighten your senses. When I eventually touch you, you
automatically flinch in anticipation of the bite of a whip curling round your
body. But instead of feeling pain your
nerve endings are assaulted by the tickling sensation of a feather being
trailed across your upper body. Each
time the feather touches a sensitive part of your skin you twist your body
trying to get away from it, but I am relentless and continue until you are laughing
out loud and begging me to stop.
‘Please Ma’am, please stop, I can’t
bear it. Please release me; please I beg you, don’t tickle me any more!’
‘Ok slave I will stop tickling you
with the feather, but I have not finished with you yet!’
I replace the feather with my nails,
at times gently dragging them across your skin causing goose bumps, and then
just as you relax digging my nails into your back and dragging them down
towards your buttocks, making you tense your body over and over again. You groan while I am teasing you this
way. Your cock stands to attention and
you are desperate to be released from your bonds, even more so as I press my
body against yours, grabbing your buttocks to pull you closer to me, rubbing my
body against your cock at the same time as I open your mouth with my tongue and
kiss you passionately.
Releasing
your mouth I trail my tongue across your throat, nibbling your right ear with
my teeth before continuing to your chest where I gently bite and suck your
nipples until they are hard little nubs.
At the same time my hands caress your back, buttocks and thighs. I can hear your breathing becoming ragged as
you are more and more aroused. By the
time my tongue reaches the tip of your cock you can barely control
yourself. Your cock is leaking pre-cum
and I know that you desperately want to cum. Your cock twitches as I gently flick
my tongue around the head. You have to
use all your self control to stop yourself from trying to thrust your throbbing
cock deep into my mouth. My tongue
glides from the head of your cock to the shaft, licking down to the base,
stopping at your balls to take them in my mouth one at a time, sucking them and
flicking my tongue around them while my mouth holds them. When
I release them I shift position putting my hand between your legs to stroke the
sensitive skin between your balls and anus with my tongue, before finally moving
on to your anus itself. A probing finger
slowly forces its way inside your tightly puckered hole, followed by another. As I slowly finger fuck your anus my mouth
finds your cock once again. I match the
rhythm of my fingers inside you to the rhythm of my mouth as it works its way
up and down your throbbing cock. It’s
not long before I can feel your cock stiffen further in readiness to shoot its
precious load into my mouth. Abruptly I stop
blowing you, leaving your cock bouncing in the air, throbbing and wet with saliva.
You groan as I pull away, realising
that you aren’t going to cum any time soon. Your moaning is cut off as cup your face in
my hands and once again kiss you deeply. As I kiss you I pull your body tight against
mine, letting your cock rub against my groin knowing that it will make you even
more frustrated.
When I stop kissing you and move
away you wonder what is going to happen next, your cock is still rock hard and desperate
for release. You hope to God that I’m
not going to just leave you hanging there unsatisfied. When you hear the rattle of chains and your
arms being lowered you are bitterly disappointed. You really hoped that after offering yourself
completely to me, to willingly be my slave that I would treat you more kindly,
but it seems I still get a kick out of tormenting you. You hang your head, glad that you are
blindfolded so that I can’t see the tears forming in your eyes.
You are therefore surprised when you
feel my hands on your shoulders pushing you downwards, and even more surprised
when your backside hits a chair and your arms are again pulled high above your
head. What on earth is going on? You
wonder, but know better than to ask.
Noticing that your cock is shrinking
I start stroking it until is again rock hard.
‘Thank you Mistress’
I don’t need to ask what you are
thanking me for.
I realise that your legs are now
spread too wide for me to be able to sit comfortably astride you so I crouch
down to remove the spreader bar.
However, I still want to you to be immobile so go to the cupboard where
I keep the various items I have used to torture you in the past. When you hear the cupboard door being opened
you start panicking. You know exactly
what is kept in there. Please don’t put the nipple clamps on me or
start torturing me after giving me such pleasure. I have done that so many times in the past,
given you pleasure and pain at the same time, you really want this time to be
different.
When I return to your side I kiss
you gently to reassure you and then I bind rope around your chest, waist and
legs, tying you securely to the chair.
When I am satisfied that you can’t move I stand over you with my legs
either side of the chair and slowly ease myself onto your cock. As I have not allowed you to stimulate me my pussy
is dry and I gasp as the head of your cock slowly pierces the entrance to my
vagina. The pleasure for both of us is
immense. My cunt is really tight and your cock
forcing its way in is incredibly erotic.
Your cock is really sensitive, after being trapped in a cage for so long
and you can’t help letting out a deep groan of pleasure as I finally take your
entire length inside me. With you
completely immobile I set the pace, riding your cock slowly at first and then
picking up speed. Somehow sensing each
time you are about to cum I stop completely leaving just the head of your cock
inside me. Over and over again I tease
your cock until you want to scream in frustration while at the same time loving
every minute of what I am doing to you.
Driving you to the edge of ecstasy and then pulling you back from the
brink time and time again.
When I can’t stand the teasing
myself I fuck you really hard, at the same time curling my fingers through your
hair and pulling hard. Your head is
forced back and your lips are so inviting I kiss you deeply, still pounding
myself onto your cock again and again until with a shudder I cum. As soon as I do you let yourself go and shoot
your load deep into me.
Finally reaching above you to
release your arms from the chain holding them high I hold your face in my hands
and kiss your blindfolded eyes, nose and finally your mouth again. Lifting your
chained arms over my head to circle my body you pull me close to you, holding
me in your arms and stroking my hair, both of us content to stay like that for
a while.
Eventually, knowing that we can’t
stay like that forever, I lift your arms so that I can slide out from under
them and climb off you. For a while I
leave you sitting there but the sudden movement of your chair being tilted
backwards makes your heart lurch. What now! It soon becomes apparent what I intend when
the chair is tilted right back so that you are lying on the floor. Instinctively you realise I am about to sit
on your face and open your mouth ready to receive my sopping wet cum soaked
pussy.
When you have licked me clean I
release you from the chair but leave you blindfolded. Then I lead you back upstairs, this time to
the bathroom where I allow you to wash me in the shower. It is a novel experience for me to be washed
by a man who can’t see what he is doing and somewhat erotic as your hands
tentatively touch various parts of my body trying to make sure you have washed
all of me. When I decide you have finished I step out of the shower and allow
you to dry me with a soft fluffy towel, before I remove the blindfold and
release your wrists and ankles allowing you to shower yourself, while I get
dressed. When you have finished
showering you dry yourself with the discarded wet towel, put the manacles back
on your wrists and ankles, and follow me downstairs to the kitchen.
I am secretly pleased that you have
become so submissive that you are now willing to put yourself into bondage to
serve me. My gamble of frightening you
by sending you to the auction house appears to have paid off well. It was my intention to allow you to be free
from chains, now that I can trust you, and only to place you in bondage when I
want to ‘play’ with you. The only item
you would always wear without exception is the collar, but seeing you standing
before me naked and chained is very erotic and I am tempted to keep you
permanently in chains when at home.
I sit and watch you prepare dinner,
loving watching your firm buttocks and muscular thighs as you move about the
kitchen, and the rattle of the chains making the undisputable statement that
you belong to me. This fine specimen of
a man before me is all mine, to do with as I wish! God I am so lucky! I can feel myself becoming aroused again so
lean back in the chair and open my legs wide to give my fingers access to my
pussy.
Just as I start moaning with
pleasure you turn round to serve the meal, nearly dropping the plates at the
sight of me sitting at the table; eyes closed masturbating. You instantly get a hard on, but at the same
time feel embarrassed. What are you
supposed to do now?
Guessing what I would prefer, you
put the plates in the oven to keep warm and move to kneel in front of me. Gently pulling my fingers from my cunt you first suck my fingers clean and then nestle your head
between my legs, running your tongue along my labia, stopping occasionally to
nibble and suck my sensitive clitoris.
It doesn’t take long before I cum, soaking your face and hair with my
fluids. You carry on licking me until
you have licked my pussy dry and then pull your head away but remain kneeling
at my feet.
‘Well that was amazing slave. You are turning into such a good pet, you
immediately came to me to give me pleasure when I needed it, without me having
to order you. Your reward for that is to
eat your dinner sitting at the table with me, instead of kneeling on the floor
at my feet. Now go and clean your face
and hair before you sit down. I don’t
want you at my table stinking of sex and dripping cum into your food’.
‘Thank you Mistress, but I did not
pleasure you to receive a reward from you.
My role in your house is to serve you to the best of my ability. I made that promise to you and I do not
expect to receive anything in return. I
am not your equal, I am your slave and I do not deserve to sit at my Mistress’
table’.
‘Do you intend to disobey my order
slave?’
‘Umm no Ma’am but….’
‘Then get on and do what I have told
you to. If I wanted a discussion I would
have invited a friend over for dinner.
As you so rightly pointed out, you are my slave, here to serve me and to
obey orders. If you dare to question me
in future you will be punished!’
‘I’m sorry Ma’am, please forgive
me’.
Meekly you stand up and serve my food
before going to the bathroom to quickly wash your face and hair, before
returning to sit at the table.
You are surprised to find a fork and
spoon by the side of your plate of pasta.
Hesitantly you pick them up and start to eat, finding it difficult to
twirl the pasta round the spoon as you have become unaccustomed to using
cutlery. However, you eat as quickly as
you can so that I am not kept waiting for you.
As soon as you have finished you jump up from your chair and collect the
plates to wash them. Although I have a
dishwasher I very rarely use it nowadays, preferring to make you do the washing
up by hand, but today I surprise you by telling you to load everything into it
as we are going out.
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While I get ready curling my hair
and applying makeup you kneel on the bedroom floor at the end of the bed, knees
spread wide apart and your hands clasped tightly behind your head.
You are curious to know where we are
going as I have never taken you out in the evening; normally I lock you into
your cage for the night before going out by myself. Removing your manacles I pass you a roll neck
jumper and a pair of jeans together with a pair of socks and the shoes you were
wearing when you were captured. You want
to ask where I got the shoes from as you couldn’t find any of your clothes that
fateful day you escaped, but you don’t want to upset me by reminding me of what
happened so tactfully stay silent.
You have grown so used to being
barefoot that it feels uncomfortable to have your feet imprisoned in socks and
shoes, but you are not going to complain at being allowed this luxury! Finally because your arms and legs are free
and I still want control over you I unzip your jeans and pull your uncaged cock and balls out and lock the shock ring around
your balls, attaching a thin leather leash to the D ring underneath it. Pushing your cock and balls back into your
jeans I pull the zip up as far as it will go with the leash still hanging
out.
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As we walk down the street, with you
being pulled along behind me you look at the pavement to avoid the stares of
people laughing at you being led like a dog.
You can’t understand why I am keeping you on a leash when you have
proved to me more than once that you can be trusted, but you guess correctly
that I am doing it just because I want to.
After a short walk we reach a bus
stop with a queue of people waiting, which we join. You think it odd that we are catching a bus
when I have a car at home, not realising that we are using public transport
because I want to show you off as my pet, and because I will be drinking
alcohol and so unable to drive home. You
keep your head lowered for the whole time we have to wait to avoid the stares
of other people in the queue. You wonder
if you will ever get used to being a slave in public.
When the bus arrives we climb aboard
and I ask how much it will cost for my pet to travel on the bus with me, making
your face turn red with embarrassment.
You turn even redder as I tie the leash to one of the vertical poles
bolted to the floor and ceiling of the bus.
Tied to a pole like a dog outside a shop, you feel really humiliated,
especially as there are a couple of children sitting nearby, one of whom asks
me if she can stroke my pet on the head.
‘Of course you can love. Get down on your hands and knees slave so the
little girl can touch you’.
You do so with difficulty because
the leash is now really short and you are forced to move away from the pole so
that you can bend down, the further away you are the more painful the tugging
on your balls. You hate every moment as
the little girls rubs her hands, sticky from eating sweets all over your face
and hair, and hate it even more when I agree that she can ride into town
sitting on your back. After half an hour
of you kneeling on the floor with the little girl on your back her mother
finally picks her up to get off the bus.
Before she goes she cuddles you round the neck and plants a big sticky
kiss on your cheek.
‘Bye bye doggy’
‘Mm bye Miss’
You let out a sigh of relief. Thank God for that.
Five minutes later it is our turn to
get off. When we alight from the bus I
open the fly to your jeans and laugh as I catch the look of panic on your
face.
‘Don’t worry pet I’m not going to be
parading you through the streets with your cock hanging out’.
‘I’m sorry Mistress. I didn’t mean
to….. well you know… I mean if you wish me to display
my cock then I will happily do so for you.
Would you like me to take it out?’
‘Do you know something slave? You can be so irritating sometimes. If I wanted to show off your cock then I
would do so, I won’t be asking you if you mind! Now shut up before I do change
my mind and take it out to display it to the whole world. Now just put the
leash inside your jeans and zip yourself back up so we can get going’.
Without waiting for you I march off
down the street. By the time you push
the leash into your jeans and jiggle it about to try and stop it forming a huge
bulge in your pants you have to run to catch up with me. Hooking your arm through mine I lead you
through some doors and into a pub.
‘Please ma’am may I ask a question?’
‘As long as it isn’t a stupid
question feel free’.
‘Ma’am why have
you brought me here? As a slave am I allowed in a pub?’
‘That’s two questions. We really will have to work on your
maths! We are here because I want a
night out. You are here to look after me
and keep all those drunken idiots from groping me. You are also here to dance with me. But don’t get too excited, although you will
be the one buying the drinks from the bar you won’t be having any alcohol. I’m not having a repeat performance of the
last time you drank. Now come on I want to have some fun!’
Clutching the £10 note I have given
you, you make your way to the bar to buy me a glass of wine and yourself
lemonade. While waiting you look
enviously at the guy stood next to you drinking a pint of ice cold lager. You would love to drink a pint but know that
if you dared order yourself one you would be in deep shit. Your attention is diverted when you feel a
hand slip between your open legs groping your genitals through your jeans. Smiling to yourself that I am still horny
after being pleasured a couple of times already today you put your own hand
over mine and give it a gentle squeeze.
Your smile turns to a look of horror
as you pay the barman and turn round to see not me stood behind you but
Chrissie!
‘Hello
‘Umm, umm please Miss Chrissie,
please don’t say anything to Mistress Tracey about what happened between
us. She will never forgive me and I am
trying my best to be an obedient slave to her.
If she finds out that I have pleasured you I will be severely punished,
and worse than that my Mistress will never trust me again. So I beg you please
don’t say anything.’
‘Hmm would she be pissed off enough
to sell you do you think?’
You know the way Chrissie’s mind is
working. If I sell you then she can buy
you herself. Shit! You don’t know what to do. How would I react if I found out?
Would I be so angry after everything else that has happened that I would send
you back to the auction house? Or if you told me the truth would I forgive you?
Laughing Chrissie says ‘don’t worry
Resentment rises in you that she
considers you to be less than human and in her eyes just a fucking machine that
you want to retaliate but you dare not. But
your fear that I will find out is stronger than your resentment of her so you
meekly reply ‘thank you Miss Chrissie.’
Before you can say anything further
she grabs hold of your arm and steers you towards me.
‘Look who I found at the bar
Tracey. You didn’t tell me that
Groaning inwardly to myself I allow
us to be guided towards a seating area to join my other friends. It looks as if this evening is going to turn out
differently than expected and I will have to tell them about you sooner than I
planned. Once they find out you are now
a slave they are bound to want to have a party at my house with you as the
entertainment. But I decide that to save
you public humiliation from people you have met before as a free man that I
will try and keep it a secret for as long as I can.
As I sit down I say brightly ‘hi
everyone, you remember
Before I can stop her Chrissie grabs
your arm and pulls you down next to her.
Turning red you look at her hoping she isn’t going to say anything. She winks at you in return before resting her
hand casually on your thigh.
I catch the look between you and
notice her hand draped across your thigh and feel uneasy, but for now I don’t
have time to think any more about it as my friends start bombarding you with
questions. Chrissie especially asks lots
of questions about why are you over here, how long for, where are you staying
etc. I can’t understand why she in
particular is being so nosey, not realising that she is teasing you, because she
knows full well why you are here.
You feel panic stricken at being
asked so many questions. You are
terrified that you won’t remember the lies you have told and that you will get
caught out later on. You are also not
sure if you should be lying to my friends or whether you are supposed to tell
them you are a slave, but as I introduced you to them as being here with the
Navy you hope that telling lies is the correct thing to do. A couple of glances in my direction confirm
that I think you are doing okay and you should continue as you are.
After half an hour I can see that
you are settling into your role of being a free man as you start talking to me
as if I am your equal, even daring to tell me to get the next round of drinks
in. Glaring at you doesn’t have any
effect so icily I say ‘I don’t think so
The icy tone of my voice stops you
in mid sentence.
Realising instantly that you have
overstepped the mark you quickly apologise ‘I’m really sorry ma’am I didn’t
mean to be rude. I was only joking; I would never expect a lady to buy her own
drinks. I will go to the bar now’.
However, I know that you don’t have
enough money left on you to buy drinks for everyone so I suggest that perhaps
it is time we moved on. ‘After all’ I
smile to my friends ‘this is supposed to be a romantic reunion for us. I’m sure that you understand I don’t want to
share him with you lot all night!’
Taking our leave of them we walk
outside.
‘Ok slave, I’m not going to punish
you for being rude to me. I know that
you forgot your place for a while, and you did cope well with the situation you
were thrown into, but if we do see them again then you had better remember that
while you must seem to be a free man to them, you respect me at all times. Oh
and don’t call me ma’am in front of them.
One of them might notice and question it’.
‘I apologise Mistress, it was
completely unforgivable. I am grateful
that you do not wish to punish me but I know that I deserve it, so as soon as
we return home I will tie myself to the whipping post so that you may punish me
as you see fit. Please Mistress I beg
you not to make allowances for such appalling behaviour.’
‘Slave, I get really irritated when
you keep answering me back, and questioning my decisions. I decide when you are punished and when you
are not, not you! But because you have pissed me off I will give you what you
want. When we get home you will receive
20 lashes and will sleep in your cage instead of on the floor by my bed. Happy now?’
‘Yes Mistress. Thank you’.
Exasperated, knowing you have goaded
me into doing exactly what you want I march off down the street. I intend to get seriously drunk! So if you think
you are in for an easy whipping you are sadly mistaken!
Chapter 18
A few pubs and
several drinks later I’m feeling really happy and more than a little
pissed. You have also managed to relax
even though you are stone cold sober.
Entering the Two Trees, a pub that has a dance floor you once again go
to the bar to buy our drinks. While I’m
waiting a drunken sailor falls into me as he is staggering on his way to the
toilet. When he realises he has bumped
into an attractive blonde his eyes light up and with a leer he leans right into
my face.
‘Ello
darlin’, you looks a bit of
alright. Hows about a dance then?’
Wrinkling my nose in
disgust I lean back away from his stinking beer breath and putting a fake smile
on my face reply ‘Uh no thanks, I’m with my boyfriend’.
‘ah
should ‘ave known a gorgeous bint like youse would ‘ave a bloke. Still
sure he won’t mind one dance wiv me so let’s go
baby.’
‘Look mate, I don’t
want to dance okay.’
‘Well aint youse a snotty cow. Fink
you’re too good for me do yuh?’
Before I can reply
you appear at my shoulder. Pretty
certain that this guy is bothering me but unconfident about wading straight in
to sort him out just incase you have read the situation incorrectly you put
your arm around my waist and ask ‘Are you okay dushi?’
Trying to diffuse the
situation I reply ‘Yeah I’m okay pet, this guy was just asking for a dance but
I have explained to him that I am with you.
He is leaving now.’
‘Not ‘til I get a
dance I aint’.
‘Excuse me
friend. The lady has explained to you
that she is with me. We don’t want any trouble, please just leave her alone.’
‘An who the fuck are
you?’
‘I’m her umm partner,
so please leave before you regret it.’
‘An
what are yuh gonna do if I
don’t?’
‘This!’
Lunging forward you
grab him between the legs and squeeze as hard as you can. The pub being crowded and everyone being
pretty pissed no one takes any notice at the agonised expression on his face as
he drops his pint and falls to his knees.
While he’s down there you kick him in the bollocks for good measure. As
he writhes around the floor in agony you call a bouncer who is dealing with
security at the pub door over to announce that the guy appears to be ill as
he’s just collapsed on the floor. This
being a busy part of town at night, with many a fight breaking out the bouncer
is more than aware of what probably really happened.
Clearly recognising
him as a regular the bouncer says ‘come on Steve, been bothering the ladies
again? Well you got what you deserve now get up and get out before I have to
throw you out.’
Grabbing the guy
under one arm the bouncer helps him to his feet and escorts him out of the pub.
‘Well slave, I’m
quite impressed with how you handled that.
You managed to get rid of him without making too much of a scene and
avoided getting us thrown out as well.
Your reward is to have half a pint of beer. Oh and by the way, you
called me dushi.
What does it mean?’
‘Thank you
Mistress. I apologise for being so
familiar with you but I thought that the guy needed to think that I was your
partner. I’m sorry if I offended you…’
‘For God’s sake
you’re doing it again! I never asked for
an apology. I asked you what dushi means, so please
just give me the answer!’
‘Umm it means honey
Ma’am. It is not a Dutch word, it is Arubian. I lived
there for a few years and learnt to speak some of the language while I was
there.’
‘Hmm so you think it
is okay to call me honey do you?’
‘No Ma’am that is why
I was apologising for being so familiar. I was just trying to how do you say in
English “think in my shoes?” to convince that drunken idiot that you were with
me.’
Smiling I reply ‘its
okay you’re not in trouble I was just curious.
It is quite a nice word. I think I will allow you to call me
that for the rest of the evening instead of Mistress or Ma’am but don’t think
that gives you permission to be familiar with me. Overstep the mark and you will know about it!
Oh and by the way the expression you are looking for is “think
on my feet” Now go and get your beer before I change my mind.’
‘Yes Ma’am thank you
Ma…I mean thank you dushi.’ Feeling pleased that you have impressed me
you smile happily as you make your way back to the bar.
Drinks bought you
push your way through the crowded bar making sure I can follow you without
being crushed or jostled by other drinkers.
Finding a table in the lounge area of the pub you pull out a chair for
me so that I can sit down, and then stand by my side waiting for instructions. Noticing that other people are looking at you
oddly I smile and tell you to sit down.
Quickly you drop to your knees assuming your usual position when sitting
in my presence.
‘Not
on the floor you idiot. Sit on the bloody chair!’
As you rise to sit on
the chair next to mine you say ‘Sorry Ma’am I didn’t realise you wanted me to
sit at the same level as you. Please Ma’am may I ask a question?’
‘Yes, go on, and stop
calling me Ma’am. I have asked you to
call me dushi for this evening.’
‘I am sorry uh dushi. I am a bit
confused about what is expected of me this evening. I am not sure why you have allowed me the
honour of sharing this evening with you, and why you have allowed me to wear
shoes and remain unfettered in public.
Also, if I am not being too insolent in asking I am curious why earlier
when we met your friends you did not tell them of my true status.’
‘Okay, maybe I should
have made the situation clear to you.
You are here to look after me and to make sure drunken idiots stay away
from me. You are also required to dance
with me and anything else I want. You
are not completely unfettered. Do not
forget that you have a shock ring around your balls and you are still wearing
your collar. But for appearances sake
and because I do not want to be asked by loads of ignorant people why I am out
socialising with my slave I have opted for the discreet look for you. And wearing shoes is obvious I would have
thought. I do not intend for you to be
out of action for several weeks because your feet have been ripped to shreds by
the broken glass which litters the floor of most pubs. As for not telling my friends about you, I
don’t want to spend the whole evening explaining the realities of our
relationship. They will find out soon
enough. Tonight is for fun. But I will say that I was proud of the way
you coped being thrown in the deep end with my friends. You lied pretty convincingly. I did notice how cosy you were getting with
Chrissie though. Is there anything I
should know about you two?’
‘It’s a simple enough
question. Chrissie was being a bit over
friendly. I know she is sex mad but I
got the distinct impression she knew you rather well. I want to know the truth. When you were dating me as a free man did you
also sleep with her?’
Shocked at the
unexpected question but relieved at the same time that I don’t know about the
recent incident you quite truthfully answer ‘no dushi,
when I was here before I never slept with Chrissie.’
‘Hmm maybe I will
have a word with her later about becoming too familiar with you.’
Alarmed at the
prospect that I might find out the truth from Chrissie you quickly say ‘I’m
sure she was just a bit drunk and didn’t mean anything by it. Please do not say
anything to her. I do not want you to
fall out with your friend over a worthless slave.’
‘Maybe you’re right.
I will let it go for now. Okay come on;
drink your beer and then dance with me.’
Downing your drink in one go, you stand up and taking my hand lead me to
the dance floor. At first you move
awkwardly, unused to moving so freely, but soon we are both lost in the rhythm
of the music dancing wildly and having fun.
You are having such a good time you can almost believe that you are here
of your own free will. For the first
time in a long time we are enjoying one another’s company. I look so relaxed enjoying myself you really
hope the bubble doesn’t burst. Perhaps
we have turned a corner in our Mistress/slave relationship. It seems I am slowly regaining some of the
kindness that you hoped was still within me.
The music changes to
a slow song, a lover’s song. Suddenly
you don’t know what to do. Couples around
you on the dance floor are moving into each others arms to sway slowly in time
to the music, caressing and kissing each other as they do so. Making it even more embarrassing for you I
just stand there looking at you waiting.
‘Um Mis..uh Tracey would you like to
dance with me?’
Smiling I reply ‘well
pet I thought you’d never ask.’
Taking me into your
arms you hold me close as we dance to the music. Breathing in the fragrance of
my freshly washed hair and subtle perfume you feel content but sad at the same
time. If you hadn’t been such a fool all
those years ago, things could have been so different now. Maybe we would have got married and had kids
together. But there is no point in
regrets. There is only the future now.
When the music stops
you reluctantly let me go.
‘You okay pet? You
look a bit sad. I would have thought you
would have enjoyed the opportunity of dancing with your Mistress?’
‘Ja
(yes) I did very much enjoy dancing with my Mistress. It is an honour that you have allowed me
to. But I am sad only because I regret
the past. Dancing with you has reminded
me of how things used to be and I can’t believe that I was such a fool to walk
away from you.’
‘Ah that is very
sweet of you. Maybe if you hadn’t I
could have saved myself a lot of money! But I have to agree, you were stupid to
walk away. Look at where it has got you!
Sold into slavery to the very woman you walked away from. But at least this way I get what I want from
you. You have to do as you’re told. No
arguments and I don’t have to nag you to tidy up the house or pick up after
yourself. You have to do everything for
me instead of me having to do it for you!
I think I much prefer owning you as a slave than having you as my
partner. So all in all I think it was money well spent!’
‘I want to thank you
for giving me a second chance Ma’am. I
know that I am not a perfect slave to you and I have a lot to learn but I will
do my best to make you happy.’
‘I know you will make
me very happy pet. Now I need sit down
for a minute, my feet are killing me in these shoes. Go and get me another drink. Water for you this time though, no more beer.’
‘Of
course Mistress’.
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Waiting at the bar to
be served you suddenly feel a hand reaching between your legs again to grope
your genitals. Instinct tells you that
it isn’t me. Turning round your heart
sinks as Chrissie gives you a big smile.
‘Hello again
‘Uh thank you Miss
Chrissie.’
‘You’re welcome big
boy. So anyway tell me why Tracey is
hiding the fact that you are her slave.’
‘I don’t know Miss.’
‘Hmm there must be a
reason for her keeping you a secret.
Perhaps she is embarrassed to admit she has to pay for a man to sleep
with her.’
Shocked that she can
be so bitchy about someone who is supposed to be her friend you jump to my
defence.
‘That is a really nasty
thing to say. Mistress Tracey is an
amazing woman and would never need to pay a man to sleep with her. She bought me because she saw me for sale at
a slave market in
Sarcastically she
replies ‘Oh really! Is that why you pissed off and left her years ago breaking
her heart and leaving her pregnant. Yeah you’d really do anything for her
wouldn’t you!’
Stunned all you can
say is ‘pregnant?’
Laughing at the
expression on your face Chrissie replies ‘she never told you after she bought
you? But then I suppose you never gave
her the chance to tell you at the time.
You pissed off, not even bothering to tell her you had gone, so why
would she bother telling you now.’
‘You are lying! She
doesn’t have a child…’
‘No you’re right she
doesn’t, she lost it when she was seven months pregnant after falling down the
stairs at home. It was a boy by the way, if you’re interested.’
‘Jesus, I had no
idea…’
‘If I were you I
wouldn’t ask her about it either. She
has never spoken of it since it happened.
Anyway enough of talking about her, I want to know what you are going to
do to keep me happy.’
‘What?? You have just
told me a dreadful thing and you want me to pleasure you? What sort of woman are you? I thought Tracey
was your friend but you are not really her friend at all. You really are a nasty person. I am not doing anything for you!’
‘Two
things dutchie. One; you had better start showing me some fucking
respect. I’m Miss Chrissie to you, and you don’t talk to me as if I am the dirt
on your shoes. Two; you will do anything I want. If you don’t I will tell your Mistress all about our little session a
few weeks ago. So unless you want her to know all about the things your tongue
was doing to my pussy then I suggest you do as you are told. Or maybe you are just waiting for the chance
to break her heart all over again, in which case let’s go and tell her all about
our little session.’
Devastated at the
news she has just given you and the realisation that she is now going to
blackmail you the colour drains from your face as you realise you have no
choice. With a shaky voice you reply
‘What do you want me to do Miss Chrissie?’
‘That’s more like it
slave boy.’
‘I will do as you ask
but only because I love my Mistress and I don’t ever want to break her heart
again. It would destroy her to know what
you made me do and I do not want her to find out. But I want your promise that this will be the
only time you use me.’
‘Don’t be so naïve
Reluctantly but
knowing you have no choice you order and pay for the drinks and then return to
me. Seeing me smile happily when you
return makes you feel like shit. You
were a bastard back then abandoning me with a child on the way and you feel
like a complete bastard again now knowing that you are going to be ‘unfaithful’
with one of my friends. Perhaps you
should just tell me what happened with Chrissie. Okay I will be angry and disappointed but
hopefully we would work things out. But
looking at my happy face you know you can’t do it. You can’t tell me.
Putting the drinks
down on the table you hesitantly ask for permission to go to the bathroom.
‘Of course you can
pet. Don’t be too long though or I will have to get the bouncers to come and
look for you!’
‘No ma’am I mean Dushi. I um need to
go for a umm…’
Laughing I reply ‘Ok
I get the message, you might be a while.’
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Chrissie is already
waiting for you when you open the door to the fire escape.
‘Ok bitch, let’s get
down to business. You can’t be gone too
long or Tracey will wonder where you are.
This time I want more than oral sex I want a quick shag so get your cock
out and lets get going.’
With that she drops
her panties to her ankles and bends over ready for you to take her from behind.
You feel disgust at
having to even touch her, let alone fuck her.
‘Please Miss Chrissie
I can’t do this. It is wrong. I am not your property I belong to Mistress
Tracey. I would do anything she asks of
me, and if that included pleasuring you then I would do it because she wanted
me to, but I can not without my Mistress’s knowledge. Please I beg you don’t make me do it.’
‘I’m not having this
fucking conversation with you bitch!
Stop wasting time. Get your cock
out or you’re dead meat.’
Knowing that it is
futile trying to plead with her anymore you change tactics.
‘I’m sorry Miss
Chrissie. I can’t get a hard on.’
Standing up she looks
incredulous. ‘What? Are you fucking impotent or something?’
Hoping she won’t
realise you aren’t telling the whole truth you reply ‘No Miss I’m not impotent.
I can’t get a hard on because Mistress Tracey has put a ball ring on me. If I have an erection it will give me an
electric shock.’
You never thought you
would ever be pleased about wearing the shock ring, but this evening you
couldn’t be happier about wearing it. If she insists on looking at it she will
not be able to tell what its true purpose is.
‘I cannot do as you
demand of me. Please I beg you let me
return to my Mistress, she will be looking for me soon.’
Surprisingly or maybe
because she knows your time is limited she doesn’t demand to see it as proof.
‘I don’t think so
slave. You are not getting away that easily.
If I can’t have your cock then I will have to settle for your tongue
again. But believe me I will have you as
soon as I find out your cock is free, and one day I intend to own you body and
soul.’
Bending over again
Chrissie grips the handrail to balance herself.
With a shudder at her
chilling words you drop to your knees and reluctantly start licking her. While you are both busy, you with tonguing
her and her moaning in pleasure, neither of you notice the CCTV camera
recording your every move and your conversation…..
Chapter 19
Suddenly the door bursts open and
two bouncers are hauling you away from Chrissie. Chrissie immediately realises
what is happening and starts crying.
‘He forced himself on me! He said if I didn’t let him have his way with
me that he would kill me!’
Shocked at her lies and realising
the trouble that you are in, you try desperately to defend yourself.
‘She is lying! She made me lick her
pussy. I swear I have not forced myself on her. Please believe me…’
A punch to the stomach stops you in
mid sentence as you collapse to the floor clutching your stomach in agony. Not
giving you time to recover one of the bouncers grabs you by the neck and pulls
you back to your feet. As he grabs you
he realises that you are wearing a collar.
Using his big beefy hands to tear your jumper apart he exposes the
collar completely.
‘Quick Jake, this ones a fucking
slave. Get the cuffs.’
Giving you no opportunity to resist
he throws you face down on the floor pushing your face firmly into the ground
with a very large boot on the back of your head. As soon as your hands are cuffed tightly
behind your back you are hauled roughly to your knees. Chrissie meanwhile uses the opportunity to
cry hysterically about being raped.
Using his ‘walkie
talkie’ Jake summons a female member of staff to come and take Chrissie to the
manager’s office to be looked after, and a statement to be taken for the
Police. You are dragged back into the
pub by your hair and through the crowd to the middle of the dance floor where
you are pushed to your knees and your head yanked back painfully by the hair.
A hush descends as the lights
suddenly brighten in the room and the music is turned off. The D J asks everyone to clear the dance
floor, until you are the only one left, flanked by the two bouncers. Absolutely horrified at what is happening you
can only imagine how I am going to feel when I realise that my slave has been
accused of raping my friend.
Still sitting at the table I am
unaware at the events taking place. With
everyone else I am curious to know why the music has stopped and the lights
have been turned on full. When the D J
makes his announcement I have a sick feeling in my stomach.
‘Ladies and
gentlemen. I am sorry to disrupt your evening and your
pleasure but a serious crime has just taken place. Would the owner of this slave please come and
claim him.’
Everyone looks around them to see
who is going to claim the slave. I look
around desperately hoping that you are going to suddenly appear by my side,
back from your visit to the toilet. No
one moves to claim the slave and I know that I must stand up and look to see
who the slave is. Heart thumping I lift
myself out of the chair and make my way through the crowd to the edge of the
dance floor. My heart stops as I look at
you, kneeling on the floor, your jumper hanging in shreds and your head yanked
back by the bouncer keeping a tight grip on your hair and your face grazed and
bloody from being ground into the floor by the bouncer’s boot. Feeling sick to my stomach I step forward and
claim you.
‘He belongs to me. Please tell me what crime has been
committed.’
‘Please Miss’ one of the bouncers
replies ‘follow us to the Manager’s office.
We can discuss this in private.’
Glad to avoid the public humiliation
of being told what crime you have committed I quickly follow them as they drag
you off the dance floor by your hair to the office.
Chrissie is waiting there with the
female staff member. When she sees both
of us she starts crying hysterically again.
‘Keep him away from me!’
‘Please Mistress don’t believe
her. I didn’t do what she said. Please
believe me, I beg you…’ A swift slap across the face from Darren the other
bouncer silences you.
‘Best get a fucking gag on him
Jake.’
‘Look will someone please tell me
what’s going on? You have my slave here
that you seem to think it’s okay to beat and restrain and my friend also here
crying hysterically about something I assume my slave is supposed to have done.
Can you please leave my slave alone until you tell me what is happening?’
‘Sorry Ma’am he’s gotta be gagged’ Darren replies as Jake takes out a large
rubber ball gag from a desk drawer.
You struggle wildly to try and stop
him putting the gag in your mouth. If
you are silenced you won’t be able to tell me the real story and you are
terrified I will believe Chrissie’s lies.
Kicking you in the stomach Jake takes the opportunity to force the gag
into your mouth while you are trying to recover from the blow.
‘Stop it! You have no right to abuse
my slave like that. Let him go or tell
me why you are treating him like this!’
‘He was trying to rape me’ Chrissie
bursts out.
Stunned I stare at her.
‘He told me that if I didn’t let him
have sex with me he would kill me by pushing me down the fire escape stairs.’
When I look at you, you try and
plead with your eyes to make me understand that it is not true. I’m
devastated. I can’t believe you would do
such a thing, after all the promises that you made me, but then I realise, who
am I kidding? You raped me why wouldn’t you rape Chrissie as well. As the devastating news sinks in the bouncer
confirms that he caught you in the act.
In shock, I don’t even think to
question why you were on the fire escape with her in the first place, or why
you would want to have sex with her when we were having such a good time, and
you knew that the evening would probably end with us having sex. I’m so upset that I don’t even consider that
there may be a different version of events from you, and unfortunately I don’t
give you the opportunity to have your say.
Tears running down my face knowing I have no choice I tell the bouncer
to call the Police.
‘Hmmphphphhh’
you try and shout through the gag, while struggling wildly to break free from
the bouncer’s grip.
‘What happened
Chrissie? I need to know.’
Managing to conjure up a pained
expression Chrissie tells me between sobs her version of events, even managing
to make it sound as if she was truly sorry that someone I obviously cared for a
lot could do such a wicked thing. She
also manages to make it quite clear that she had no idea you are a slave and
that if she had known she would have come to me immediately to tell me what my
slave had demanded from her so that I could have dealt with it before anything
happened, thereby laying even more guilt on me for the way you have
behaved. Instead she said she had felt
terrified and truly believed that you would seriously hurt her if she didn’t
let you violate her body.
‘I’m so sorry Chrissie. It is my fault. I should have told you what
Roy was. I didn’t believe he would be
capable of such a disgusting act. I really thought I had trained him well to be
a submissive and obedient slave. I
really can’t believe what he has done to you.
I am so so sorry.’
Kneeling there listening to the lies
Chrissie is telling and seeing how distressed I am at believing you are a
rapist makes you extremely angry and upset.
‘Hmmphhh’
The grunting noise finally makes me
turn my attention to you, but instead of releasing the gag as you hoped so that
you could tell me what really happened, I say ‘I really don’t know what to say
to you Roy. I am devastated at what you have done. You promised that you would never hurt me
again, but it was a lie. I deserve the
punishment I will receive for trusting you.’
Listening to me saying these things
to you is incredibly frustrating. If I
can’t believe you could do such things then why do I believe it?? If only you were allowed to speak you would show
Chrissie up for exactly what she is – a liar, a bitch and no friend of
mine. You also desperately want to
reassure me that you would never do any of the things you have been accused of. Your loyalty is to me and you would die
serving me if you had to. My last
sentence also puzzles you. You don’t
understand what I mean about being punished for trusting you.
‘I have no choice
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The Police arrive quickly, taking a
statement from both Chrissie and the bouncers.
When they have finished it is their turn to push you face down on the
floor none too gently while they place heavy manacles round your ankles. You are then hauled to your feet, a leash
attached to your collar and dragged from the office back through the crowded
pub to a waiting police van. The two
policemen throw you unceremoniously into the back of the van making you bang
your head hard as you land heavily on the floor. Not daring to move incase it encourages them
to beat you with their batons you lie as still as possible.
When you
eventually arrive at the Police station I am already there waiting, having been
taken there by police car. You hang your head
as you shuffle along to where they direct you to stand to wait for the charges
to be read out by the duty sergeant. You
can’t bear to see the look of hurt and disappointment in my eyes, although you are
confident that as soon as the gag is removed you will be able to explain the
true version of events and make me smile again.
I am asked if I am your Owner and
responsible for you. I confirm that I
am, and I also confirm your name and status.
The charges against you are then read out. Luckily for you, it has been decided to
charge you with a lesser crime than rape, because Chrissie did confirm that
intercourse had not actually taken place.
Instead you have been charged with performing oral intercourse without
the consent of the recipient. If you had
been charged and convicted of raping a free woman you would almost certainly
have received an extremely harsh punishment. A severe public flogging, and if
you survived that a lifetime of hard labour in one of the notorious work camps
on the nearby
Totally oblivious to the possible
fate awaiting you, you stare miserably at the floor as the charge against you
is read out.
‘Ok slave nod your head if you
understand the charge against you’ the duty Sergeant asks.
Being unable to speak with the gag
still in place you nod your head.
‘Ok, take him to the cells
constable.’
You start to panic then. Aren’t they going to interview you to find
out what really happened? It appears not.
It seems that a slave’s word is worthless and you will be given no
opportunity to explain either to the Police Officers or me the true version of
events. With a feeling of dread you
allow yourself to be dragged to the cells.
Once in the cell your handcuffs and
leg irons are removed. You are then
instructed to remove all your clothes which you do quickly, not wanting to
bring any punishment down upon yourself for being too slow. You obey as you are directed to stand against
the far wall of the cell, splaying out your arms and legs as ordered so that
they can be fastened to the cuffs secured in the wall. Once you are secured to the constable’s
satisfaction he leaves locking the cell door behind him, although he needn’t
have bothered, it’s not as if you are going anywhere.
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Early the following morning you wake
from a fitful sleep. Your arms and legs
in agony from being stretched tightly the whole night and your neck and
shoulders aching painfully from where your head drooped forward during the few
hours sleep you managed to obtain. Your
mouth is dry and the drool that had seeped steadily from the gag during the
first few hours has dried upon your body and the floor where it fell.
Hearing the click of the key turning
in the lock of the cell door you raise your head fearfully wondering what is
going to happen to you now. A Police
Officer enters the cell carrying what looks like a bowl of gruel and a bowl of
water which he sets down on the floor in the middle of the cell.
‘Ok prisoner 583 I am going to
release you to allow you to eat your breakfast.
You will not speak or make any attempt to move away from the wall until
I have left the cell, is that clear?’
Nodding your head to show that you
understand the Officer first removes the gag and then the shock ring still
locked round your balls. It occurs to
you that he either holds a master key or I have given him the key to release
the ring. Either way you are grateful to
be free of both it and the gag. When he
releases the cuffs you remain against the wall with your arms and legs
outstretched, too scared to even let your arms drop by your side incase it
provokes a punishment.
Although you are starving it takes a
while for your jaw to stop aching enough for you to be able to eat the gruel and
drink the water without discomfort. On
shaky legs you walk across the cell to the food bowls left on the floor. There being no bed or chair in the cell to
sit on you lower yourself slowly to the floor and sit against the wall to first
drink from the bowl of water, desperate to ease your thirst and your dry mouth
and swollen tongue. Then slowly,
resisting the urge to gulp down the gruel knowing that it will give you stomach
cramps if you do, you slowly chew each mouthful of the disgusting porridge before
swallowing it. When you have finished
the meal you remain sitting against the wall thinking over the recent events in
your mind. How the hell did you get into
this situation? You should never have
tried to keep the Chrissie thing secret from me. Trying to save me the hurt of knowing what
happened between you and Chrissie the first time has seriously backfired. You dread to think how I must be feeling now,
believing my slave to whom I gave a second chance, to be a rapist and of my
good friend too. If only you could be
given the chance to speak…..
Your morose thoughts are interrupted
by the cell door being opened for a second time.
‘Prisoner 583 stand up, hands
clasped behind your head and feet shoulder width apart’ a voice barks at you.
Quickly you scramble to your feet to
obey the command. When you are standing
as ordered the Police Officer who brought your breakfast enters the cell,
manacles dangling from his right hand.
Your arms are the first to be secured behind your back followed by your
ankles. Finally a leash is attached to
your slave collar and you are led naked from the cell back to the custody
sergeant’s desk. Horrified
when you get there to find a group of giggling schoolgirls being given a tour
of the Police Station. Your
horror turns to shame and embarrassment as a couple of the girls take out
camera phones to snap your picture. None of the officers do anything to stop
them. You realise that within minutes
the photos will be forwarded to all their friends and soon god knows how many
people will be able to view your utter humiliation. Hanging your head you stare miserably at the
floor hardly hearing the sergeant informing you of the next stage in your
arrest.
A quick jerk on your leash makes you
raise your head and you realise the sergeant is waiting for a response from
you.
Nervously, hoping your inattention
isn’t going to bring a baton crashing down upon your body you say ‘I’m sorry
Sir; I didn’t hear what you said.’
‘I said prisoner 583, do you
understand that you are now going to be transported to Court for sentencing?’
‘Sir?’
‘Don’t you understand English?’
‘Yes Sir, I understand what you say,
but I don’t understand why I am being taken to Court for sentencing. In my country we have a trial first and if
the person is found guilty of the crime then he is sentenced. I have not had any trial yet so how can I be
sentenced Sir?’
‘You are not in your country
prisoner 583. In this country you are
only entitled to a trial if you are a free man.
You obviously are not, so your evidence is worth nothing. It is therefore a waste of public money to
put you on trial. You were caught in the
act of cunnilingus with an unwilling female so there can be no dispute over
your guilt.’
‘But Sir I am innocent! How can I
prove that if no one will let me speak?’
With a shrug of his shoulders that
says it’s not his problem he turns away to deal with the next prisoner.
All hope of ever being able to
proclaim your innocence gone your shoulders slump as you are led by the leash,
shackled and naked to the Police van.
This time you are allowed to climb into the back of the van instead of
being thrown in. The van already
contains three other prisoners. All naked, shackled and collared showing their slave status. The leash to your collar is secured to the
bench you are sitting on forcing your neck and shoulders forward to avoid being
strangled. Finally a guard climbs into
the van taking the last space on the bench.
His presence and the fact that he is tapping a baton absentmindedly
against his leg ensures that none of you dare speak to
each other.
The journey to the court house
doesn’t take long. When the van pulls up
outside the prisoners entrance the rear door is opened and the guard releases you
one at a time, dragging each of you out of the van by the leash, not caring
when you stumble and fall landing heavily on the ground, the only thing
stopping you falling flat on your face the tight grip he has on your leash. The guard holding two leashes in each hand
pulls you in pairs behind him into the court house.
As you are dragged along the
corridor you risk looking around you trying to see if I am there waiting. When you don’t see me you are upset at the
thought that I have abandoned you, and deep regret at how your stupid decision
to try and keep the secret of Chrissie from me has turned both our lives upside
down. Just as we were starting to build
a good Mistress/slave relationship you ruined it all. Perhaps you deserve what is coming to you. With that depressing thought in mind you are
dragged into courtroom no.2 along with the other prisoners. Once inside the four of you are pushed into a
holding cage and the door locked.
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The court usher stands up and announces
‘the court is now in progress. All rise.’
Everyone in the court room, lawyers,
officers of the court and members of the public
sitting in the public gallery all rise as instructed. You and the others are already standing,
there being no seats in the holding pen.
The Judge enters the courtroom and
takes his seat at the front of the court.
Once he is seated everyone else follows suit. The clerk of the court announces the first
case to be heard.
‘Bring prisoner 4295 to the dock.’
The cage door is opened and the
first of your fellow prisoners is dragged to the dock. His Owner climbs into the dock beside him.
The clerk to the court reads out the
charge – attempting to escape from servitude by stealing his Mistress’ car and
locking her bound and gagged in the boot.
The prisoner is not given the choice of pleading guilty or not
guilty. So beaten and defeated is he
that he doesn’t even bother to try and protest his innocence or make excuses
for his behaviour. The clerk asks his
Mistress whether she takes responsibility for her slave, or whether she wishes
to relinquish all responsibility and ownership from this moment in time.
Firmly she responds ‘Sir I
relinquish my responsibility and ownership of this miserable wretch. I declare that he now be the property of the
Court to deal with as you see fit.’
The Judge’s voice booms out
‘prisoner 4295 you have been convicted of your crime. Your sentence is 200 lashes to be carried out
in the town square, followed by a life sentence in the bowels of the prison
ship HMPS Jersey. You will spend the
remainder of your miserable life chained to a bench with the other lifers,
rowing the ship back and forth between
The defeated man understanding that
he has been sentenced to a living death collapses in shock. The rest of you in the cage look at each
other in horror. Jesus! If that poor man can receive such a harsh
sentence for trying to regain his liberty what the hell is going to happen to
the rest of you? Casting your mind back
to that awful day when you overpowered me you now realise what I meant when I
said you were lucky I hadn’t called the Police.
Feeling sick with dread at what punishment will be handed out to you,
you listen while the other two prisoners are dragged from the cage and
sentenced. Each of their owners
renounces ownership of them leaving them to the mercies of the sadistic Judge.
Each of them has been convicted of more minor crimes but both are handed
lengthy sentences of hard labour on the island.
Finally it is your turn. By now you know what your sentence is going
to be. You will be going to
‘Mistress, please don’t give up on
me. I am innocent. I did not force myself upon your friend,
please let me explain….’
‘Silence! You are not here on trial. You have been convicted of this heinous
crime. If you speak again I will have your
tongue cut out. Is that clear?’ shouts the Judge.
Knowing that the Judge is not making
idle threats you stop speaking immediately and nod your head to show that you
understand and will remain quiet.
Dreading the verdict you wait silently beside me as the Judge asks if I
renounce my ownership of you. My answer
surprises everyone.
‘No Sir. I do not renounce ownership of this
slave. I accept full responsibility for
his actions.’
‘Are you absolutely sure?’ asks the
Judge increduously.
‘Yes Your Worship. I am sure. He is my property and I am responsible for
him. I wish to have him returned to me
after the sentence has been completed.’
You almost collapse in the dock with
gratitude. I am not going to abandon
you! You believe you will be able to
cope with any punishment now that you know you will one day return home to
me. The Judge’s next words horrify you.
‘As you retain ownership for this
worthless animal Miss Peters then you must also accept your share of
responsibility for his crime. I have no option but to sentence you to 50 lashes
in the town square. However.….’
Before the Judge can finish speaking
you blurt out ‘No! You can’t punish my Mistress! She has done nothing wrong. You can’t whip her for my crime. I will take her punishment. Please….’
‘Silence in court! You have been
warned once prisoner 583. You will lose your tongue once your punishment has
been completed!’
‘Your Honour’ I say ‘please may I speak?’
‘As you are a free woman, you have
the right to have your voice heard. What do you wish to say?’
‘Your
Honour, please forgive my slave’s outburst. He does not mean to disrespect this
Court by disobeying your order to be silent. I beg you to show mercy and allow
my slave to keep his tongue. It is the
most important part of him and he is of no use to me without it. I will ensure
that he remains silent if you will reconsider your decision.’
‘Hmmm’ replies the Judge. ‘I assume that this animal is a pleasure
slave then rather than a domestic slave or pain slut, if his tongue is so
important to you?’
‘Yes your Honour, he is well trained
in giving pleasure with his tongue. If
he were to lose it then his value would fall immensely and he would be worth
nothing if I tried to sell him in the future.
I paid nearly all my life savings to buy him and I cannot afford to lose
my investment. If it would please your Honour my slave can demonstrate his
skills for you before you pass sentence on him.’
Hoping to God that you will satisfy
the Judge as I am taking a huge gamble, knowing that you have never pleasured a
man before I continue, ‘if he fails to satisfy you then I accept that I must
lose my investment as he must lose his tongue.’
‘I am afraid
Miss Peters that in my position I am unable to accept your invitation as it
could be seen by members of the public that I am taking a bribe in order to
give your slave a lighter punishment.
However, I am impressed that you have stood before this court and
retained ownership of your property despite knowing that you would receive a
punishment for allowing your slave to commit such a disgusting crime against
another woman. Providing that your slave
remains silent throughout sentencing I will withdraw the order.’
Completely ignoring you knowing that
you would not dare to speak again I reply ‘Thank you your Honour. I promise
that there will be no more outbursts from him.’
The matter settled the Judge
continues with his sentencing ‘Now getting back to the matter in hand. You Miss
Peters as Owner of this slave would normally be sentenced to 50 lashes to be
carried out in the town square. Your
slave’s punishment should be a total of 240 lashes to be given 30 at a time at
set intervals followed by two years hard labour on the prison
We are both stunned at this
unexpected announcement. I can’t believe
my friend’s generosity. After what you
have done to her I am amazed that she is willing to risk taking you on. I know that either way I am going to lose
you, but at least if my friend takes you then I know you will still be alive to
come home to me. It will be hard to see
you with another woman but if you go to
You are stunned for a very different
reason. You realise that Chrissie has
got us both exactly where she wants us.
Me forever grateful to her for saving me from a whipping and as I see it
saving your life, and you to do with whatever she wants for two long
years. She told you that one day she
would own you body and soul, but you never believed it would happen, or that it
would happen so soon after she said it.
Instinctively you know that your time with her is going to be extremely
unpleasant, but if you fail to please her she can bring you back to court at
anytime to invoke the original sentence.
You pray to yourself that you will be able to satisfy her, whatever her
demands. You are prepared to suffer
anything she does to you if it spares me a public whipping. For yourself, you have a feeling in the pit
of your stomach that two years of hard labour would be easier to bear than the
tortures she will surely inflict on you.
‘Well?’ the Judge interrupts both
our thoughts ‘do you accept this extremely generous offer from your friend?’
Looking at you I am puzzled by the
look of panic on your face and the fear in your eyes, but I have no doubt in my
mind that we have been incredibly lucky and my friend has spared us both. ‘Yes
Your Honour. I gratefully accept my friend’s offer. I will never be able to thank her enough, and
I know that my slave will do anything she demands of him to atone for his
actions. She need never fear him.’
‘In that case the matter is
settled. The court usher will take you
and your slave to the chamber where Miss Chrissie Van Ness is waiting. There are some documents for you to sign and
then Miss Van Ness will take ownership.
Please remember that if your slave fails her in any way the original
sentence can be invoked and if necessary increased.’
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Chrissie stands up with a smile as
we enter the room and rushes over to hug me.
‘I’m so glad you have accepted my
offer Tracey. I desperately didn’t want
A bit worried about what she intends
to do to you but knowing that you deserve everything that is coming to you I
reply ‘Uhh yes of course I understand Chrissie. You don’t know how grateful I am to you for
saving both me from a whipping and Roy from almost certain death. I really can’t apologise enough for his
appalling behaviour. You really are an
angel and an amazing friend to take him on. I am sure that he will do
everything he can to serve you obediently.
I know that I have no right to ask now that he belongs to you for the
next two years, but I hope that you will consider allowing me to see him
occasionally?’
Chrissie lets out a small laugh as she
replies ‘but of course Tracey. I do not
intend to hide him away. Just as long as
you understand that he is under my ownership and you do not interfere with the
way that I choose to control him.’
I don’t know why but I feel uneasy
about her last sentence, but I reply ‘of course I understand that
Chrissie. I will not interfere. After all I don’t think anything you would do
to him could be worse than what he would suffer on the island.’
I offer her a small smile when I say
that to show her that I know she will take good care of you really and that she
will not let any deliberate harm come to you. She just smiles in return saying
nothing.
Throughout the exchange between us
you remain silent but listening to the conversation. You don’t understand why I
can’t see through my friend, but you realise that although we have been through
a lot together I am never going to believe the word of you, a man who left me
pregnant and alone and now a mere slave, over that of a lifelong friend. You promise yourself though that one day you
will expose her for the nasty piece of work she really is.
Once the paperwork has been signed I
hand your leash to Chrissie and turn to leave. I can’t bring myself to speak to
you because I am still upset about the whole situation and how we came to end
up here in this room with me signing away my rights to you.
Just as I reach the door Chrissie
stops me.
‘Sorry Tracey, I nearly forgot. Can you remove its collar please? I have my own that I want it to wear.’
‘Oh. Yes of course.’
Walking over to where you are still
kneeling I enter a code into the small digital keypad at the back of the collar
that will release it from your neck.
With a small click the collar falls open and I remove it. The metal feels warm in my hands and I can’t
help but stare at the symbol of my ownership of you. Choking back the tears I stand there while
Chrissie places her own collar around your neck. A stiff black leather collar with small
spikes embedded into the leather. It
looks like a dog collar, and indeed it is.
Taking pleasure in your sharp intake of breath Chrissie pulls the collar
really tight around your neck, making breathing an effort, before buckling it
and padlocking it shut. Finally she
attaches an ID disc to the front of the collar which clearly states that you
are the property of Mistress Chrissie.
Unable to bear seeing you wear the
collar of another woman I can feel the tears threatening to spill again and not
wanting either of you to witness my misery; I turn away and head again for the
door. Opening it I quickly walk through
and let it shut behind me. But just
before the door closes I hear Chrissie’s words ‘I told you Roy that I would own
you one day….’
The rest of what she says to you is
lost to me as the door clicks shut. What
I did hear her say puzzles me and if I had heard the remainder I would have
been really concerned. Although in my
unhappiness and self pity I don’t think too deeply about it.
Chapter 20
Miserably I make my way home to an
empty house, still clutching your collar tightly in my hand. When I arrive I head straight for the kitchen
to open a bottle of wine. I intend to
get seriously drunk. Grabbing the bottle
and a glass in one hand and holding your collar in the other I head for the
basement. Tonight I intend to sleep in
your room, anything to feel closer to you.
Kissing the collar I place it on the pillow and then climb on the bed
myself gathering up the thin blanket folded neatly at the foot of the bed and
wrapping it round myself as I curl up ready to drink myself into a stupor in the
vain hope that I can avoid thinking about where I went so wrong.
Drinking has the opposite affect to
that which I’d hoped. Instead of
blotting everything out I become more and more morose. I feel that I have lost a part of me. I really thought after all you had gone
through at the auction house and the way you have behaved since you came home,
doing your best to please me and even offering yourself up for punishment
voluntarily, that you had accepted your life and that things would be good
between us. Maybe Chrissie will succeed
with you where I have so obviously failed.
I can’t help but wonder though why on earth Chrissie would want you
anywhere near her after what you have done.
And what did she mean by the words I overheard about owning you one
day? I must have misheard her. I know that Chrissie is a very confident
woman and doesn’t suffer fools easily.
She has always been in control of her relationships and I have often
thought that the guys she dates are wimps.
I am sure that she will control you easily enough, especially as you are
only a slave and therefore can’t say no to her demands. That also puzzles me though, when I think
about it. As she is a really confident
extrovert woman how did she ever get into a situation with you where you could
threaten her and make her submit to you?
I know that at some point I will have to ask her how it happened, but I
know that I will have to wait to ask that question. The last thing I want to do is upset her by
making her relive the whole disgusting episode now.
While I am at home getting drunk and
feeling sorry for myself you are also on the way to your new home. Unfortunately for you Chrissie lives only two
miles from the Court and she intends walking home to show off her new
acquisition.
‘I told you Roy that I would own you
one day and believe me I am going to make the most of it. I am going to make your life so miserable you
will wish you were dead. But of course
you won’t try and fight back will you, because you know what will happen if you
do. Personally I would love to see that
pathetic cow you call your Mistress being whipped in public but even more than
that I love the thought of having you for my very own pleasure and pain bitch,
that’s the reason I oh so kindly begged the Judge to be lenient in his
sentencing and let me have you. I knew
Tracey would never condemn you to the other punishment, she’s too soft. I can’t believe how well things have worked
out. I sooo can’t wait to invite Tracey round one
evening and let her witness the humiliating things you will suffer for
her. I know she will hate it and I will
get a real kick out of knowing that she can’t say anything to me about my
treatment of you. Oh God I think I’m
going to have an orgasm just thinking about it!’
You can feel the anger with her
rising in you at the viciousness of her words and anger with yourself for being
stupid enough to put both your Mistress and yourself in the position where such
a venomous bitch can control both your lives.
Knowing full well that she is winding
you up, with a laugh Chrissie yanks you by the leash to your feet she heads for
the door with you following behind.
It is a bitterly cold day and
without clothes to protect your body you soon start shivering. Your feet feel likes blocks of ice as you
walk on the freezing cold pavements.
Chrissie takes no notice of your obvious discomfort as she strolls
slowly along, browsing in shop windows as she goes. She stops abruptly when she comes across a
tattoo parlour. Turning to look at you
she smirks and leads you inside. There
are a couple of young guys waiting for tattoos and they look up and stare in
disbelief at the naked and bound man standing in front of them.
‘On your knees
dog’ Chrissie orders.
You are painfully aware that
Chrissie will expect absolute and unconditional obedience from you. You don’t want to do anything that will
provoke her anger. Dropping obediently
to your knees you spread your knees wide and lower your head to look at the
floor. You know that one wrong move on
your part could result in her storming back to Court to have the original
sentence invoked. Although you don’t
care about what happens to you, you would rather die than be responsible for
your real Mistress being whipped and humiliated in public.
The guys continue to stare at the
unbelievable sight in front of them – a grown man butt naked, in chains and
being held on a leash like a dog by a woman! You ignore their stares, knowing
that as Chrissie will take every opportunity to publicly humiliate you, you may
as well get used to it now. You are
however extremely concerned that she has brought you to a tattoo parlour.
Horrified as you have an absolute fear of needles the colour drains from your
face. You hope to God she doesn’t intend to have you permanently marked with a
tattoo that will no doubt be of something extremely humiliating such as the
word SLUT tattooed across your forehead.
You wouldn’t be able to bear the shame if I saw you marked that
way. You want to beg her not to mark
your body with a tattoo but know that not only would it be futile to beg her,
it will also give her immense pleasure to hear you beg so you grit your teeth
and remain silent.
You are left waiting for an hour
shivering on your knees on the cold concrete floor before the tattooist calls
you both into his room. Pulling you
behind her still on your knees she walks into the tattooing room.
‘Right then Miss, what can I do for
you? Or should I say what can I do for your slave?’
‘I want to have my slave
pierced. I assume you do that as well as
tattoos?’
‘We sure do Ma’am. What sort of piercings are you looking for?’
Putting her hand under your chin
forcing your head up she looks into your eyes and replies ‘For starters I want
his tongue pierced and his nipples, oh and of course not forgetting the most
important piercing, I want a huge ring through his cock head.’
The look of panic and horror that
you cannot hide from your face gives her immense pleasure. God she thinks, she is going to have such fun
with you. She can do whatever she likes
to you and you will accept it whether you like it or not.
‘Are you wanting them done all in
one go Miss? Because it will be quite uncomfortable for your
slave.’
‘Of course he must have them all
now! I don’t want to be waiting weeks
and weeks while each piercing heals before I can play with it. I want them all healed at the same time. Oh and before I forget, you won’t need to be
wasting any anaesthetic on him.’
Raising an eyebrow in surprise he
replies ‘Ok, whatever you say. You’re
the customer.’
‘Right then dog, up you get, onto
the couch and lie down.’
Shaking with fear as well as the
cold you unsteadily stand up and move to lie on the couch as ordered.
‘Do you want me to strap him down ‘cos it’s gonna hurt like shit
without anaesthetic?’
‘Oh no, I don’t think that will be
necessary. You’ll stay nice and still
for the man won’t you slave?’
Knowing that she is getting
tremendous pleasure from the fear she knows is inside you, you keep your eyes
averted from her as you whisper that yes you will remain still for the
piercings.
The sudden and unexpected violent
blow to the side of your head knocks you off the couch and onto the floor. Shocked you remain where you landed.
‘Get up you filthy piece of shit!!’
Chrissie screams at you. ‘When I ask you
a question I expect you to look at me and answer me in a clear voice. I also expect you to show me the proper
respect due to me for saving your pathetic Owner and yourself; the worthless
piece of crap that you are, from the punishments you should have had. Now that
is the last time I will warn you. Fail
to show me respect again and you know what will happen! Now get back on the
fucking couch and answer my question.’
The tattooist sits there jaw hanging
open in surprise at the sudden change in Chrissie. Swiftly, not wanting to incur any more of her
wrath you climb back onto the couch and raise your head to look directly at her
as you say clearly ‘I am deeply sorry Mistress for disrespecting you. I will never do that again. I do not need to be strapped down for the
piercings I will remain completely still as you request.’
Chrissie knows how much it cost you
to call her Mistress. She is well aware
it makes you feel as if you are being unfaithful to me and she takes great
pleasure in forcing the words from you.
She is also looking forward to watching you squirm while the piercings
are being done.
Feeling unnerved by the obvious
hostility between you and Chrissie the tattooist coughs nervously and suggests
that he gets started.
The first piercings you receive are
to your nipples. As you look away to
avoid seeing the needle pierce your skin Chrissie grabs a handful of your hair
and twists your head back round forcing you to watch your own nipples being
pierced. Breathing deeply to keep yourself calm you can’t help feeling faint as
the tip of the needle pierces one side of your nipple and then is forced out
through your skin on the other side.
Soon both nipples are adorned with solid gold rings. Although the piercing was uncomfortable it
was not as painful as you expected. But
maybe because of the whippings you have received in the past your pain
threshold has increased. Feeling a bit
more relaxed you open your mouth as instructed ready for the tattooist to clamp
your tongue. Having your tongue pierced
without anaesthetic is more painful than your nipples and as the needle is
forced through the flesh you involuntarily try to pull your tongue back into
your mouth, but it is completely immobilised by the clamp. By the time he has finished your nipples and
your tongue you are sweating. Your
tongue feels as if it has swollen to three times its normal size and your
nipples are throbbing. You have managed
to remain fairly calm so far, despite your fear of needles but the thought of
what is going to happen next makes your heart pound. You start feeling dizzy and know that you
can’t go through with it.
‘Please Mistress I beg you, please
don’t have my cock pierced. I’ve tried
really hard to be good and lie here but I really can’t cope with having a
needle go through my cock. Please…’
Chrissie laughs at the way you have
spoken, lisping and almost incoherent because of your swollen tongue.
‘Are you refusing to have your cock
pierced slave? Is the idea of sending Tracey off for a public flogging that
appealing to you?’
Alarmed you lispingly reply ‘No
Mistress. I would never refuse to obey you.
I am just begging you to be merciful.
I am terrified of needles and the thought of one being forced through my
cock is horrifying to me, please I beg you reconsider. I will do anything else
that you ask of me without hesitation, please?’
‘Oh you do make me laugh. Do you really think I will ever be merciful to
you? I intend to make the next two years of your life hell, and I will get
great pleasure from that stupid bitch Tracey being forced to watch and not
being able to do anything about it.’
Turning to the tattooist she instructs him to strap you down so that you
can’t move while he finishes the piercing.
When he has strapped you securely to
the couch he turns to Chrissie and asks her what sort of cock piercing she
wants. After some discussion she ditches
her original idea of having a huge ring through part of the head and the piss
slit. As the tattooist pointed out, it
could easily be caught on something and get ripped out which would shred the
end of your cock probably making it completely useless afterwards. Finally she settles for a long bar which will
go horizontally through your cock just behind the head. A short length of chain will be attached to
both sides so that a leash can be attached when required. Small gold balls will be screwed onto the end
of each bar to keep it firmly in place.
As the tip of the needle breaks the
skin you pass out, but not for long as Chrissie slaps you awake to make you
watch your cock being mutilated. Biting
your lip until you draw blood in a desperate effort not to scream you watch in
horror as a gold bar follows the needle through the hole that has been made in
your manhood. When it is over, the
tattooist feeling sorry for you distracts Chrissie by asking her opinion of
some drawings he has done for potential tattoos. The distraction gives you enough time to recover
from feeling both sick and faint. By the
time Chrissie turns her attention back to you the colour has come back to your
face and you have stopped trembling.
Chrissie then strides back out to
the main shop to pay for the piercings leaving the tattooist to release you
from the couch. Unsteadily you slide off
the couch getting down on your hands and knees to follow her. The tattooist holds open the door for you to
crawl through. As he does so he says in
a low voice ‘I wish you luck friend. That is one mean woman out there. I don’t know what you did to piss her off but
she sure as hell seems intent on destroying you.’
‘I know’ you whisper back to him
before crawling through the door and across the shop floor to where the source
of your nightmares is waiting for you.
She raises an eyebrow at seeing you
on your hands and knees, so subservient already. It seems to please her though and she sets
off for home in a happy mood with you crawling on your hands and knees like a
dog behind her. She would not be so
happy about your apparent willingness to please her if she realised the only
reason you were on your hands and knees was because you were terrified that
your legs would collapse under you if you tried to walk out the door, and you
didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of seeing you faint.
Chapter 21
After ten minutes of crawling on your hands and knees through the town Chrissie becomes impatient at your slow progress. With a sharp tug on the leash she yanks you to your feet.
‘Oh for fucks sake, I’ll never get home at this rate. As much as it pleases me to have you crawl behind me it’s taking too long and I’m freezing so you can walk the rest of the way, and don’t dawdle.’
Not that she gives you any chance to lag behind as still holding the leash she sets off at a quick pace dragging you behind her forcing you into a run as your hobbled ankles won’t let you take a normal length stride. People stare as you pass by and many give you a wide berth as if afraid you are suddenly going to either attack them or pass on a hideous disease to them. By now though, you are too exhausted and cold to care. All you want to do is get indoors where you can warm yourself. Chilled to the bone you can’t think beyond getting into a nice warm house and if you are lucky receiving a hot drink to help thaw your frozen body.
When you reach the house Chrissie opens the front door and drags you in. The house is lovely and warm and as she leads you into the living room the first thing you notice is a huge open fireplace where a fire is already burning. She instructs you to throw more logs onto the fire and stoke it up which you do immediately, glad to be near the warm fire. Once the fire is going to her satisfaction she orders you to kneel in front of it. Surprised at her sudden compassion in allowing you to warm yourself you thank her and drop to your knees in front of it. Within minutes you realise that there was no compassion in letting you be near the fire. The sudden increase in your body temperature causes excruciating pins and needles throughout as your body warms up too quickly. How could you have been so stupid? You should have realised that her only intention was to make you suffer.
Too scared to move you remain kneeling where you are even when your skin starts to feel as if it’s burning, but as you reach the point where you don’t think you can take much more she decides she is bored watching you squirm. Snapping her fingers at you she calls you over to the couch to kneel at her feet. You don’t need to be told twice, relieved to move away from the roaring fire you quickly crawl to where she is sitting reading a magazine. For ten minutes you kneel there head bowed, manacled hands clasped behind your head while she completely ignores you. As well as your skin feeling red hot your piercings are throbbing and you tongue is still swollen. You are desperate for a drink but dare not ask her for one. Instead you try and distance your mind from the physical pain your body is suffering while you wait for her to acknowledge your presence. When she does it is to smack you hard on the side of your face, the diamond ring on her finger slicing a bloody gash through the skin just missing your left eye. The blow takes you by surprise making you wince in pain.
Getting up from the couch she orders you to follow at her heels. Removing your hands from behind your head you drop to all fours and follow her like a faithful dog, staying as close to her heels as you can, hoping that being obedient will keep her in a good mood. Although if slapping you round the face and torturing you with the heat of the fire is something she does when she is in a good mood, you dread to think what will happen if she loses her temper with you. Leading you into the kitchen she points to a bowl of water on the floor followed by a sharp kick to your naked arse to get you moving. You crawl towards it and lap up as much water as you can with your swollen tongue. While you are drinking she prepares a bowl of food which she casually drops down on the floor next to the drinking bowl. The stench from the bowl is foul. It is the unmistakable smell of tinned dog food, mixed with what appears to be dog biscuits. Glancing up at her, the smirk on her face confirms that the food is for you.
‘Don’t just kneel there staring at it! It’s the only food you are getting today so I suggest you get stuck in before Prince eats it for you.’
Prince you figure must be her dog, although you have yet to meet him. Part of you is tempted to tell her she can go fuck herself you are not eating dog food. You have forced yourself many times to eat scraps of leftover food sometimes covered in piss or cum from bowls on the floor but the thought of eating stinking dog food turns your stomach. But knowing that you have no real choice and not wanting to give her the satisfaction of physically forcing you to eat it, you slowly lower your head and start lapping up the food as best you can. With each mouthful your stomach contracts and you have to fight the urge to bring the food back up. When you have finally forced the last mouthful down she degrades you even further by insisting you lick the bowl clean. After you have licked every last morsel from the sides of the bowl you sit back on your heels with head lowered, not wanting to see the amusement on her face as she laughs at your dog food smeared face and hair.
‘Oh dear what a mess you’ve made! I think we’d better get that cleaned up don’t you?’
Mumbling your voice barely audible you reply ‘yes Miss Chrissie, if it pleases you. I would be grateful if I can clean my face’.
Choosing to ignore the fact that you didn’t answer in a clear voice as instructed earlier she opens the door which leads from the kitchen to the utility room and calls in her dog. A huge German Shepherd comes bounding into the room excited to see his Mistress after being shut away for a couple of hours. After she has made a fuss of him and he has settled down she calls him over to where you are still kneeling. The dog smelling food; doesn’t wait for a command from his Mistress, he eagerly starts licking the food from your face and hair. Too terrified to move incase he decides to bite you, you remain rigid while he slurps his wet tongue all over your face. Chrissie stands there laughing as she watches the comical scene before her. When the last trace of food has been removed by the dog she calls him back to her to sit at her side then orders you onto your hands and knees with your legs spread as wide as the hobble chain will allow.
‘Now I must tell you Roy that Prince is a very territorial dog, as well as my pet he is my guard dog. For you to be accepted by him you must know your place in the pack. I don’t think I need to tell you where your place is, you are intelligent enough to figure out that you are at the bottom of the pack. In a moment I am going to let Prince investigate you. If he accepts you he will mark you to let you know. I suggest you remain as still as possible. Any sudden movement could be seen by him as a threat and he will rip your throat out.’
Terrified, you remain as still as a statue as the dog is set free to explore your body. First he goes back to your face, still smelling faintly of dog food he hopes there may be some morsels left. Finding none he starts sniffing your body carefully. Once he reaches your arse you feel yourself breaking out into a cold sweat. His nose is right against your dangling cock and balls. Oh God, please don’t let him sink his teeth into my balls or chew my cock off! As his tongue reaches out to have an experimental lick you pull away without thinking. A low warning growl from the dog freezes you. You force yourself to remain absolutely still as the dog continues to lick your balls and then turns his attention to your arsehole. Your arse cheeks already spread wide open give the dog easy access and he licks furiously along the perineum and hole. All the time the dog is doing this to you, you can hear Chrissie trying to stifle her laughter. You just want to die. Never before have you felt so degraded. You have suffered so many humiliations and indignities since your kidnap and you thought that you could never be more humiliated than that time at the auction house where you were tied to the post on the auction block and sucked off by a Hells Angel biker. But this is something else. Nothing you have ever been forced to do can compare to the complete horror of having a dog licking your genitals and arse.
Breaking down you start sobbing ‘please Miss Chrissie, please call the dog off. I beg you please don’t humiliate me this way. I’ve never done anything to you, why do you want to treat me like this? You already have what you wanted. I am yours for the next two years and you know that I will always obey you, so please let me have some dignity I beg you!’
‘Oh do shut up Roy, stop making such a fuss. The dog is nearly finished and by the look of it he accepts you into our little family.’
You realise what she means by that when you feel a hot stream of piss running down between the crack of your arse and dripping onto your balls and legs as the dog cocks its leg to mark its territory. Once it has finished it trots back to Chrissie and sits again at her side.
Completely broken and devastated you curl up in a ball on the floor and cry. Even when Chrissie tries to pull you back to your knees by yanking on your collar and giving you a kick, you refuse to obey, letting your body go limp making it difficult for her to lift you. Eventually she gives up and with another kick aimed at your balls she leaves you lying there sobbing. Pouring herself a glass of wine she calls the dog to heel and returns to the living room to continue reading her magazine.
For a long time you lie on the kitchen floor curled up into a foetal position trying to come to terms with what you have been forced to endure. You can’t believe how Chrissie could stand there and laugh while her dog was abusing you. You have thought many times since your captivity that you had sunk as low as you could get. God knows I had let you suffer many humiliations, but nothing like this. You don’t think you will ever get over it. If Chrissie is prepared to treat you the way she has within hours of her ownership of you, you are terrified of what you are likely to suffer at her hands during the next two years.
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When she eventually returns to the kitchen, Prince as ever following at her heels, she finds you slumped against a wall with your knees drawn up tight to your chest with your arms around them pulling them as close in to your chest as you can. At the sound of her heels clicking across the tiled floor you apprehensively raise your head to look at her, quickly lowering your eyes again incase you incur her anger at daring to look at her without permission. Stopping in front of you she lifts your chin with her hand so that once again you are looking directly at her.
‘Don’t look at the floor Roy. I like to see you looking at me. Your eyes are the mirror to your soul and I get a huge kick out of seeing the fear and hopelessness in them. Now I assume you have got over your little tantrum just now? Huh?’
When you don’t answer she continues ‘I will take your silence as a yes. Now I think we need to have a little chat, just to establish a few ground rules. I will also allow you this one opportunity to ask me any questions that you may have. I can’t be fairer than that now can I?’
This time you answer with a quiet ‘No Miss Chrissie.’
Just to confirm your status as the lowest form of life within her household she takes hold of the leash still hanging from your collar and gives it to the dog to take between his teeth. Then with the command ‘heel’ she strides off towards the living room once again. Prince immediately moves to follow her tugging sharply on the leash as he does so, leaving you no choice but to get down on all fours and follow him your face burning with the shame of being led on a leash by a dog.
Once in the living room Prince still holding your leash in his mouth immediately sits in front of his Mistress, ears pricked and staring intently at her face waiting for a command. You are left on hands and knees behind the dog not sure what to do and too scared of the dog to move. Raising your head to look at Chrissie you try and muster as much respect into your voice as you can and ask ‘Please Miss Chrissie what do you want me to do now?’
With a very dramatic sigh she says ‘I can’t believe you have just asked that Roy. Copy your Master, it’s not difficult!’
Not understanding you ask ‘Miss?’
‘You’re really not very bright are you Roy? I thought we had already established your position in my house. I am the Mistress of both Prince and you, and as you are subservient to Prince, then he is your Master. See it’s not difficult to understand is it?’
Mortified that a dog can be considered superior to you, you flush a deep red.
‘I asked you a question Roy and I expect an answer. Do you understand?’
‘Yes Miss Chrissie.’
‘Yes Miss Chrissie, what?’
Cringing inside at being forced to voice the words so that she can mock you, you answer once again ‘Yes Miss Chrissie I understand that the dog is my Master and that you are Mistress to both of us.’
Smirking she says ‘That’s better, that wasn’t too difficult was it? Now like I said just now, copy your Master.’
Shuffling forward you sit beside the dog and try to copy his stance, sitting back on your heels with your hands on the floor in front of your knees, and looking up at Chrissie. With a smile of satisfaction she pats you both on the head. Then lifting her feet up she stretches herself out comfortably on the couch smiling to herself as she looks at her two attentive pets.
‘Okay Roy, lets start shall we. Now I suggest before we do that you think about all the things you want to ask me because this is the only opportunity you will be given to ask any questions. Once we have got that out of the way I will inform you exactly what is expected of you and how you will live under my roof. I would also ask you to remember to show me respect at all times during this conversation because if you make any sudden move to attack me either physically or verbally I will give Prince the command to rip you to shreds. Understood?’
Not being able to give any other answer you reply ‘Yes Miss Chrissie I understand.’
‘Right what is your first question?’
‘Miss Chrissie I would like to ask why you hate my Mistress so much that you would want to take me away from her.’
Laughing lightly she says ‘Don’t hold back in your questions will you! Okay let’s jump straight in. Tracey and I go back a long way. I’ve known her for about twenty years; since we were teenagers. She always had a knack of getting the cutest guys while I always ended up with the ugly friend. It’s not that she deliberately went for them and most of the time she never even knew that I fancied the guy she was dating. But it started to really piss me off that she was so casual about them; always dumping them after a few months because each poor guy ‘wasn’t the one’. She was looking for her soul mate so she said. If I ever got to date her cast offs they would always go on about how wonderful she was, making me feel that they were only dating me to stay close to her. And what used to piss me off more than anything is that she is so bloody nice, she’s always been good to me and I used to feel like a real bitch having mean thoughts about her, which makes me hate her even more. But then I met a guy that I really liked and I was so excited but guess what, yeah he decided he liked her and that was that. She announced that she had found her soul mate, totally oblivious to the feelings that I had for him. I had to stand by watching them fawn all over each other, each time it was another stab in my heart. That’s why I hate her so much, the one guy that I really wanted, she took for herself.’
Surprised by the venom in her voice but starting to feel a little sorry for her you ask ‘why didn’t you tell her that you liked him?’
Leaning forward slightly so that her face is close to yours she replies ‘because she got pregnant by him and it was too late to say anything.’
It takes a while for her last words to sink in and then you realise what she is saying ‘You you mean I’m the guy you wanted?’
‘Yeah that’s right. Don’t look so surprised. But I guess that I had a lucky escape considering how you treated her at the end.’
Being reminded of the casual way you dumped me and the terrible thing that happened to the unborn baby you lower your head with shame.
‘I’m sorry Miss Chrissie. I treated you both badly. I had no idea you had feelings for me. If I had I would never have flaunted my relationship with Tracey in front of you. Is that why you want to humiliate and degrade me? To punish me for not knowing how you felt about me?’
‘For the first time in my life I have the guy I want, here in front of me and he cannot walk away. Yes I want my revenge. I want both of you to feel as miserable as you made me feel. I can treat you however I want to treat you and you will do whatever I tell you to do. My pleasure will be your only consideration. I intend to make you both pay for the way you made me feel all those years ago. I am going to humiliate, degrade and punish you while Tracey is forced to stand by and watch. There will be no taking you out socially to the pub as my companion. When I take you out you will be clearly marked as my slave.’
Worried about your future in her hands you try and placate her by saying ‘Miss Chrissie, I can only apologise for the way my Mistress and I made you feel. I would never have wanted to upset you so much and I am sure my Mistress wouldn’t either. She cares for you and believes you to be her best friend. She would be devastated to know that you really hate her. I swear to you that I will do my best to make things up to you. There is no need to humiliate me or punish me, I swear that I will spend my time with you doing all that I can to make you happy and I will serve you the best I can.’
Furious that you still think of me as your Mistress she leans close to you and hisses ‘Let me make one thing clear to you Roy I am your Mistress, not her. She is no longer anything to you. If I allow you to ever speak to her again you will call her Tracey, not Miss Tracey or Mistress but just plain old Tracey. When she is visiting here you will do nothing for her, unless I give you my permission. You will not show her any respect at all. In fact you will not even acknowledge her presence unless I give you permission. Your loyalty is to me and you will call me Mistress or Ma’am. I expect complete and I mean complete obedience from you at all times. You will always crawl at my heel and will not stand in my presence unless you are completing a task for me which requires standing, or I give permission for you to stand. You will always without exception remain naked and in chains. I fully intend to make the most of my ownership of you and who knows; maybe you will never go back to her. I will humiliate, degrade and physically torment you whenever I feel like it and you will accept everything that I do to you. If you try and resist or refuse, or give any hint to Tracey that you are not happy then you know the consequences. I will not just return to Court to have the original sentence invoked I will report to the Judge that your former Mistress has tried to reclaim ownership of you thereby breaking the contract. If that happens you will both end up on Jersey. If you really want that bitch to suffer several years of hard labour and whippings then by all means refuse to co-operate. Have I made the situation clear to you?’
Shocked by her outburst and worried that she would carry out her threat, you stutter ‘y y yes Miss Chr…Mistress. I understand perfectly. But please can I beg you for one thing?’
‘What?’
‘Please Mistress, I beg you not to take your revenge on my….Tracey. It is not her fault that we were together. I pursued her until she gave in. I hurt her as much as I have hurt you and she does not deserve to receive your anger. Please do not hurt her. I will willingly do anything that you want. If I fail you in any way then please punish me as hard as you wish but please don’t do that to her.’
‘Hmm it’s very touching you know, that you would be prepared to suffer anything for her. I bet she wouldn’t even appreciate it if she knew, but you know the score. Do exactly as you are told and she will stay free. Not difficult is it?’
‘No Ma’am.’
‘Good, now any more questions before we finish?’
‘Umm Mistress I have one thing I need to know the answer to. I have sworn that I will do all that you ask of me but there is one thing that you may order me to do that truly terrifies me and I need to know if you intend to make me suffer it.’
Curious as to what it could be Chrissie raises an eyebrow ‘Go on.’
‘Umm what you did to me earlier, when umm when you uh let Prince uh…..….I’m sorry I can’t say it. I am too ashamed.’
‘Ah, you want to know if I am going to make you have intercourse with your Master. You said that you will do anything for me, if I order you to suck your Master’s cock or bend over while he fucks your arse, will you really do as I ask?’
‘I don’t know if I could live with myself Ma’am if you ordered me to that. I think I would die from the horror of it, but if you gave me the choice between doing as you order or sending my uh Tracey to Jersey, then I uh I would do it. But I hope Mistress that you do not hate me so much that you would make me suffer that?’
‘Well, I have to say that I hadn’t really thought about it. Bestiality is not really something that turns me on. The only reason I let Prince lick your genitals was to make you fully aware of your position within this house and to serve as a reminder not to get any funny ideas about trying to overpower me or escape. You are the lowest of the low in my house and as long as you remember that there will be no need for a repeat performance. Unless of course Prince is overcome by lust one day while I am out. I don’t think for a moment that you would dare to try and stop him!’
At the terrified expression on your face Chrissie starts laughing. ‘Oh my God you’ve just given me a fantastic idea. I think that I will have to invite my best friend round one evening and let her see how much Prince likes you!’
Knowing full well that she means inviting me round to watch Prince lick your balls and arse you feel incredibly sick. There is obviously nothing that Chrissie won’t stop at to extract her warped revenge on us both. You know then that she is truly mad, and capable of anything.
Suddenly she announces that the conversation is over and it is time to show you to your ‘accommodation’. Standing up she takes the end of your leash from Prince’s mouth and tugging on it she makes you follow behind her.
Your accommodation turns out to be the utility room, leading off from the kitchen. The same room where it appears that Prince sleeps. Leading you over to one of the walls, she attaches a length of chain that is already hanging from a ring bolted into the wall round your left ankle and secures it with a padlock. Once you are secured she releases your wrists and ankles from the other chains, giving you more freedom of movement.
‘You will remain in this room until your piercings are healed and you are of use to me. You will find everything you need to keep yourself clean in the cupboard under the sink. I expect you to wash your whole body twice a day, shave your face and genitals every day, and use the antiseptic cream on your piercings three times a day. In the cupboard you will also find a blanket and a chamber pot.’
Having no idea what a chamber pot is you wonder whether you should ask, but decide that it would probably be better to remain silent.
She doesn’t give you any opportunity to ask anyway, as she turns on her heel and walks back into the kitchen leaving you alone.
Immediately you test the length of the chain to see how much freedom you have to move about the room. Surprisingly the chain allows you to walk from the wall you are chained to, to the wall opposite where the small sink and cupboard are located. Opening the cupboard door you find all the toiletries you need to wash and shave, Chrissie has even supplied a small towel for you to dry yourself. Also in the cupboard as promised is a thin blanket and what must be the chamber pot, sitting next to a couple of rolls of toilet paper. Lifting it out you look at it curiously. You’ve never seen one before and wonder what on earth it is for. The wide porcelain bowl with a handle on the side looks really strange; perhaps it is for you to wash in? But you realise that you don’t need to wash in that because there is a sink for you to use. It takes a while, but it slowly dawns on you that the bowl must be for you to empty yourself in. The thought goes through your mind as it has done before that the English are a very strange people, why would they need to go to the toilet in a bowl when they have perfectly good bathrooms to use? You are however, glad that Chrissie is at least allowing you to go to the toilet when you need to and not when it suits her.
You are left alone for the rest of the evening and the door only opens again when Chrissie lets Prince in to join you for the night. Completely ignoring you the dog heads straight for his bed, curls up and goes to sleep.
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For the next few weeks you remain chained to the utility room wall. Chrissie comes in daily to give you a large bowl of food, fruit and a high calorie drink, and to check that you are keeping yourself clean and that the piercings are healing. She also takes away the full chamber pot and returns it empty to be used again. Not once does she speak to you and you dare not speak to her.
You are worried that being in solitary confinement with no stimulation for such a long time will drive you mad, and perhaps that is what Chrissie is aiming to do to you. So to try and relieve the boredom and to while away the hours and days that you are isolated with nothing to do to occupy your mind you start an exercise routine, pushing yourself more and more each day becoming almost obsessive about it. Although Chrissie soon notices the difference in your physique she makes no mention of it when she comes in each day.
The nights are the worst you find, you daren’t move around too much while the dog is in the room incase he decides to focus his attention on you. Left to lie on the stone cold floor wrapped up in just the thin blanket to keep out the cold each night, your mind starts wandering to the woman you will always think of as being your real Mistress. You torture yourself with thoughts about what I am now doing and how I am feeling about what I believe you did. You can’t help but dwell on what happened that fateful night and how stupid you were. Each night you cry yourself to sleep, knowing that you have only yourself to blame for the situation you have put both your Mistress and yourself in.
By the time Chrissie decides to end your solitary confinement you are completely depressed and your spirit has gone. You are just a shell of the man you once were, which is exactly the effect Chrissie wanted. It was really difficult for her to leave you alone when all she wanted was to fuck, degrade and humiliate you, but knowing that she has completely broken your spirit was certainly worth the wait.
Chapter 22
Entering the utility room on the final morning of your confinement Chrissie cheerfully announces that you are now ready to start serving her.
‘Now slave, I know that most Owners have to train their slave’s to make them perfect and get rid of any bad habits but I just know that you won’t want to disappoint me in anyway and will be perfect from the start won’t you?’
Finding it difficult to speak after weeks of not using your vocal chords you can only manage to croak your response ‘yes Mistress’.
Giving you a satisfied smile she says ‘good’ before tossing you a key to unlock the padlock on your ankle. When you have freed yourself you roll the chain up and place it against the wall with the padlock and key, before crawling on your hands and knees to stop at Chrissie’s feet to wait for her instructions.
Without speaking to you she turns on her heel and walks back to the kitchen. You know you are expected to follow and crawl quickly to catch up with her. Straight through the kitchen she makes her way along the hall and upstairs to her bedroom. You follow behind like a devoted puppy, although you both know that you are anything but that.
The weeks you have spent by yourself have allowed you time to learn to retreat within yourself. Chrissie may have your physical body to use and abuse but your mind is closed to her. Nothing she does to you will affect you because your mind is already in a different place. For the next two years of hell you will be like a robot, obeying all commands but feeling nothing. It is a very dangerous thing to do, to try and close your mind off to what is happening to you, and if you are not careful it could literally make you mad, but you realise that it is the only way you will be able to deal with your depression and the horrors of life as Chrissie’s slave.
Following her into her bedroom, you wait listlessly on hands and knees for her to tell you what she wants from you. You don’t bother to look around the room while you wait; nothing in her bedroom is of interest to you. When she instructs you to remove her panties with your teeth you do so immediately but without any enthusiasm. Then when she lies down on her bed with her legs wide apart and bent at the knees you crawl to the bed and wait for the command you know is coming.
Lazily reaching out her arm she takes a handful of your hair and pulls it. You immediately respond by climbing onto the bed and positioning yourself between her opened legs. Staring at her shaven pussy already gleaming wet with excitement you feel absolutely nothing. Not even the revulsion you felt the last time you were in this position with her when her cunt was stinking from another man’s fucking.
‘Don’t just kneel there you useless dog! Get your tongue down there and bring me off! I want to feel that stud in your tongue rubbing against my clit and I had better have the best orgasm ever or you’re going to be fucked. Literally!’
You try to muster up some enthusiasm but fail miserably. Your cock doesn’t even twitch at the thought of having your head between a woman’s legs, something which is unheard of for you, a man who in his free life thought about sex constantly. Despite your disinterest you do your best to pleasure Chrissie, still afraid that if you displease her she will take out her anger on me. You don’t care what she does to you but you’re one weak spot is your real Mistress. No matter how much you withdraw into yourself you can’t shut off the part that wants to protect me. Your efforts pay off as at last Chrissie orgasms. Squeezing her legs tightly together trapping your head between them she lets the orgasm rip through her. By the time she is finished your face is soaking wet. Her fluids have gone up your nose, and in your mouth and eyes. When she finally relaxes you immediately begin lapping up her juices, knowing that it is expected of you.
She doesn’t seem to have noticed your lack of enthusiasm and lies there glowing post orgasm enjoying the feeling of your studded tongue gently licking her now sensitive pussy and clitoris.
‘Hmmm that was quite nice slave; I think you will have to do that again don’t you?’
In a voice devoid of emotion you reply ‘yes Mistress.’
This time Chrissie decides she wants to be on top and ties you to the bed with ropes in the classic spread-eagle position. The rope bites painfully into your wrists and ankles where she has tied it too tightly, and you know that the circulation will be cut off quickly, resulting in painful pins and needles when you are eventually released. Knowing it is deliberate, her hoping you will beg her to loosen your bonds you say nothing, not wanting to give her the satisfaction.
Not getting a response from you over the too tight bonds she climbs astride your head and sits heavily on your face covering both your mouth and nose so you can’t breathe. Again, knowing it is deliberate you try and control the panic rising within you, not wanting to give her the pleasure of feeling you writhe around under her in your desperation for oxygen. But this is one thing you can’t beat her on, and she remains astride your head cutting off all your air just waiting for you to move. You hold out as long as you can but eventually you become frantic, instinctively trying to move your head away from her pussy and bucking against the ropes, trying to throw her off you.
Just as it feels your lungs are going to burst she lifts herself off your face, laughing as she does so. Your face is bright red and your chest heaves with the effort of getting as much oxygen as you can into your lungs. Giving you just enough time to recover she repeats it, this time moving her pussy up and down your face so that your nose rubs against her clitoris making her groan with pleasure. Then instead of using her pussy to cut off your air supply she lifts herself off you and pinches your nose shut with her fingers while using her other hand to cover your mouth, pushing down hard to stop you turning your head away. As she does so she leans close to your face, just because she wants to see the fear and panic in your eyes. Several times she repeats it, until you are on the point of losing consciousness but just as suddenly as she started the ‘game’ of breath control she stops.
‘You see Roy, how much power I have over you? I’ve promised to return you to her alive so don’t worry that I’m going to suffocate you, well not intentionally anyway, but I want you to know that I can do exactly what I like with you. You belong to me and I control everything you do, even your breathing. Just remember that. Now time for more pleasure I think.’
Sitting astride your head once again she lowers herself but stops a few inches from your face. In order to reach her pussy you are forced to raise your head from the pillow. Head still feeling fuzzy from ‘the game’ she played with you, you find it hard to focus but know that you have to pay attention to what she wants if you are to avoid punishment. So tentatively you start stroking her clit with the stud in your tongue, having realised that she adores the feel of it. You hope that it will help make her cum quickly so you can be untied from the bed. It seems as if she is a mind reader because just as she is about to cum she demands you stop until she has herself under control. Several times she stops you until you are reaching the point where you can’t bear the pain in your stretched arms and aching neck much longer. You are sweating from the effort of trying to keep your head raised from the bed, but know that it won’t be long before you physically can’t keep up the torturous position. Instinctively you know that is what she is waiting for. She is toying with you, to show you just how much control she has over you. As she raises herself away from your face and demands you start tonguing her again you are forced to push yourself through your pain threshold to stretch your arms even further to try and reach her, determined not to let her win.
As you strain against the ropes holding you, you realise that the wall you had built up around your mind during the last few weeks is already crumbling. She has managed to get you to play her game. Either way she wins, if you collapse back onto the bed and beg her to release you or continue to fight against defeat she wins because she knows of the agonising pain you are putting yourself through just so that you don’t have to beg her for mercy. Realising it, you stop trying to pull yourself up towards her and collapse back against the pillows, close your eyes and wait for her reaction.
Her reaction isn’t the one you were expecting. You had braced yourself for the beating of your naked and torturously stretched body that would surely come, but it doesn’t happen. Instead she laughs.
‘I am going to have such fun with you Roy. I know exactly what’s going through your mind. I know that you are determined never to beg me for mercy, no matter what I do to you, and that is fine by me, I’m not really interested in hearing you beg. All I’m interested in is your total obedience and 100% effort in everything I demand of you. We both know what failure of either of those things mean and we both know that you will do your utmost to avoid failure. I’m not a complete bitch, although at this moment you probably think I am the biggest bitch in the world but I assure you I’m not. I do want to experiment with you though, because I am curious to see what your physical and emotional limits are. I want to see just how far you can be pushed and how much effort you will put in for me before you physically can’t keep going in your given task. Now I think perhaps I ought to release you from your bonds. I wouldn’t want to completely cut off the circulation and have to have your hands and feet amputated now would I?’
Lying there listening to her you are convinced that she wants to destroy you, or rather make you destroy yourself. She’s certainly playing mind games with you. Putting you through the horrors of the piercings at the tattoo parlour, followed by the humiliation with her dog and then the weeks of almost complete isolation, and one minute being fairly nice to you and the next being a complete bitch she appears to be trying to keep you off balance. You desperately don’t want to be drawn into playing her sadistic games but you know that you have no choice when it comes to obedience and working hard for her. You just pray that your efforts will be enough to keep her happy.
Thinking about the Judge and the sentence hanging over both of us your thoughts turn to me, something which you have tried to avoid since being taken by Chrissie. Thinking about what you have lost and the pain you have caused your true Mistress through a stupid mistake tears at your heart and makes it harder for you to shut your mind off into that faraway place. But during times when you feel really low you can’t always stop those thoughts from creeping into your mind.
Seeing the tears forming in your eyes Chrissie raises an eyebrow and says sarcastically ‘What’s the matter with you? Not crying over your beloved Tracey are you?’
Not daring to tell the truth incase it unleashes a torrent of abuse or torture you quickly reply ‘No Mistress, I think nothing of her anymore as you instructed. The tears in my eyes are just because of the pain in my arms and legs now that you have released them. Please Mistress, do you wish me to remain in this position now that you have released me or…..’
‘No, you don’t need to remain in position. I want you to get the blood flowing back into those limbs as quickly as possible because then you are going to spend the rest of the day pleasuring me.’
Trying to sit up you quickly realise that your arms are useless as you lower them to the bed to use as leverage to raise yourself up. They are so numb you can’t put your weight on them. Chrissie stands by the bed amused as she watches you trying to move your ‘dead’ arms so that you can rub them together to get the circulation going.
Tempting as it is to stand there laughing at you for as long as it takes you to sort yourself out she is also desperate for sex. It almost killed her having the man she has dreamt about for years, in her utility room for weeks and not raping him. She almost regretted having you pierced because she couldn’t fuck you until the piercings healed. But now the time has come for her to have you completely and she just knows that it will be worth the wait. So climbing onto the bed she takes one arm in her hands and rubs vigorously. As the blood flows swiftly back through your veins you whimper in pain, the tears in your eyes now really are because of the agony of the pins and needles as the blood rushes back through your veins.
As you sit on the bed rubbing your arms and legs Chrissie stands in front of you legs spread, the fingers of her right hand slowly slide down her belly towards her bush, then gently on to her clit. Gently pinching the bud between her thumb and forefinger she stimulates herself as she watches you. She can’t help but be aroused at the sight of you. For years she has dreamt of you, wondering where you were in the world and what you were doing. Often she has imagined that she would wake up one day and find you standing at the door, a small box hiding a huge diamond ring in one hand and a smile on your face as you told her that you had realised that you had always loved her, before dropping down on one knee begging her to marry you. And now here you are, in her bed completely hers as she has always dreamt of. In her mind, it doesn’t matter that you are not here by choice; the only thing that matters is that you are here with her. Your naked body is just as she imagined it would be; a slim stomach without an ounce of fat, muscular arms and legs and broad shoulders. Your cock which she has yet to see erect looks good even in its flaccid state. About 4 inches long and thick she knows that it is going to be a decent size when hard. Not too big (what’s the point in having a huge cock, it hurts too much during sex) but most importantly not tiny either. Moving her gaze from your cock to your face as she continues to slide her fingers in and out of her soaking wet pussy she gives a sigh of pleasure. Your hair which hasn’t been cut for several weeks now looks wild and untameable but she thinks to herself it softens your face and gives you a youthful look, and that hopeless look in your eyes turns her on more than anything.
‘Ok slave, you should have sorted yourself out by now. Get on the floor.’
Obediently you start moving from the bed, only to find you fall in a heap on the floor as your legs refuse to take your weight. Laughing, Chrissie grabs your slave collar and hoists you up onto your knees. Automatically you put your hands behind your head and look at the floor. Leaving you kneeling there Chrissie leaves the room but shortly returns carrying your shackles. Tossing them casually to you the metal cuff on one catches your mouth making your lip bleed. Instinctively you put one hand to your mouth to stem the flow of blood. Obviously the wrong thing to do as Chrissie punches the side of your head knocking you against the corner of the bedside table, stunning you as you hit your head. This time you make no move to stem the blood from the new wound above your ear. Positioning yourself back into a kneeling position you put your hands back behind your head, leaving the blood to flow from both wounds.
‘Put the shackles on slave’ Chrissie barks the order at you.
Watching you imprison your own limbs just because she told you to turns Chrissie on enormously. She can hardly contain herself at the thought of being pleasured by a real life slave and the fact that it is the one man she has lusted after for years and who she always thought would be beyond her reach only makes it more exciting.
When you’ve locked the last cuff tightly round your wrist she laces her fingers through your hair and pulls you upward so that you are no longer sitting on your haunches.
‘Wank!’
Startled at the sudden instruction you fail to respond. A slap across the face as she repeats the instruction gets you moving.
‘And use your left hand’.
You don’t know why she wants you to use a particular hand but as with anything she does, she doesn’t need to have a reason. You assume she wants to see you struggle to use the hand most men wouldn’t normally use, but for you it’s no problem, you’re left handed anyway.
Slowly you reach down and take your limp cock in your hand, gently stroking it until it responds to your touch. Your thoughts turn to me as you need to block Chrissie out if you are to be successful in your task. Chrissie terrifies you so much you can’t respond to her. Closing your eyes as your hand caresses your hardening cock you imagine you are with me, lying in bed in a room softly lit by fragranced candles. The light from the flames flickering across my naked body, as I lie underneath you. The smile on my face telling you how happy I am to be with you, while you make love to me. The memories flooding your mind as you are lost in that happy place serve to give you the biggest erection you have ever managed.
An exclaimed ‘Oh my God, that’s fucking huge!’ brings you abruptly back to the present.
Dropping your grip on your cock it bounces slightly as you let it go. Leaving it to stick out in front of you you put your hands back behind your head. Chrissie rushes over with a tape measure, eager to see just how big it is, before it shrinks again.
‘Wow, that’s nine inches, not bad at all!’ She’s even more impressed by the girth. ‘Mmmm, I think I might have trouble sitting down afterwards! I have a very tight cunt you know and that rod of yours is going to split me wide open. I can’t wait!’ As you kneel there thinking that you really don’t care about the size of your cock or what it’s going to do to her she can’t help but add the biting comment ‘I bet your cock made no impression on her at all. She must have a cunt like a bucket with all the men she’s screwed!’ It’s on the tip of your tongue to defend me against the nasty comment when you realise that she is hoping you will retaliate, just so that she can punish you. So sensibly you remain silent.
Although you found it easy to get an erection by masturbating because you could dream of me, your heart sinks when you realise you will fail the next task miserably. Chrissie has climbed back onto the bed and dragged you with her. Ordering you to position yourself between her spread legs you know you are expected to fuck her and to do all the work. You haven’t had sex for weeks and you have always found it difficult to maintain an erection when you have found yourself in bed with a woman you weren’t attracted to, let alone one you hate with all your heart. Your heart sinks even more as she instructs you to keep your eyes open and look at her the whole time you are fucking her. You were hoping that you could go back to that fantasy bedroom with me while you were screwing her. If you could pretend she was me then you might be okay, but it you have to look at her you don’t have a hope in hell of maintaining a hard on.
Trying your best you kneel between her legs taking your deflating cock in your hand. You manage to get it hard enough to penetrate her but are not sure if that is what you are supposed to do immediately or whether she expects you to tongue her again. Hesitantly you kneel there afraid to ask for instructions.
Sensing your nervousness Chrissie give a huge sigh.
‘For fuck’s sake, anyone would think you were a fucking virgin with no idea how to screw a girl. It shouldn’t have escaped your notice that my pussy is soaking wet already and waiting for your pathetic cock. Now fucking get on with it!’
Leaning over her you use a hand to guide your stiff cock towards the entrance to her cunt. She is so wet you don’t have any problems sliding it in. Your immediate thought is that she certainly doesn’t have the tight cunt that she claimed to have, you never had to force your cock in at all, it slipped in really easily. It is however really difficult to try and gain any sort of rhythm with your wrists shackled. You are unable to lean over her with a hand either side of her body as the chain between the cuffs isn’t long enough so you are forced to rest both hands on the bed to one side of her body which doesn’t help your balance.
She writhes beneath you enjoying the sensation of the studs on each side of your cock piercing sliding up and down the walls of her vagina. However, her pleasure is short lived as true to form you are unable to maintain your erection.
Furious that you have denied her the satisfaction she has craved for so long she screams at you, telling you what a worthless piece of shit you are. Hanging your head, not in shame as you would have done with me but because you can’t bear to look at her anger distorted face you remain silent throughout her tirade. You know that you are going to be punished for failing to satisfy her but feel nothing. What she thinks of you and how she treats you don’t matter to you, as long as I remain safe from her that is all you care about.
In Chrissie’s house there is no cellar, no dark underground torture chamber for her prisoner to be put through hell in but for her that is a minor detail. She is fortunate to have a huge garden, at the bottom of which is a stone shed. For a normal family it would probably be used to store garden furniture or maybe even be turned into a playhouse for their children but Chrissie isn’t normal and for her it makes a good place to have a punishment room. The room has been soundproofed and the window removed so that the only light in the room would come from a naked lightbulb.
It is this room to where you are dragged on your hands and knees. Through the garden, over the gravel of the patio area you are hauled, Chrissie oblivious to the pain caused as the stones dig into your flesh. Opening the door she pulls you in leaving you in a bleeding heap on the floor as she fumbles for the light switch. Although you have convinced yourself you don’t care what happens to you, your heart lurches in fear as your eyes take in the instruments of torture lining the walls. In an instant you are taken back to the day where I took out my anger on you, the results of which can still be seen faintly on your skin. As scared as you are by the thought of being put through so much pain again you can’t bring yourself to beg Chrissie for mercy. You also realise that if you really wanted to you could overpower her, the same as you did to me but you are acutely aware that to do so this time would result in far more serious consequences than last time so to Chrissie’s bitter disappointment you fail to respond at all to what you know is going to happen to you.
Unfortunately for you your continuing failure to beg for mercy and your failure to apologise for your pathetic performance are making her madder than ever. As far as she is concerned you are going to seriously suffer.
Chapter 23
Lacing her fingers through your hair and pulling sharply upwards is the only indication Chrissie gives that she wants you to rise to your feet. Awkwardly you do so and allow her to chain your arms above your head so you are suspended in the middle of the room from the ceiling. You feel some small relief as she allows your feet to remain firmly on the floor. At least your arms won’t be forced to support your weight. You know a beating is coming, scared though you are of the impending pain there is nothing you can do but accept it. Breathing deeply you try to steady your pounding heart.
Standing in front of you she lazily strokes your chest with the tip of a fingernail as with a smile on her face she asks you if you are ready. Raising your head to meet her eyes you swallow hard before replying in a firm clear voice ‘Yes Mistress, I am ready.’
Raising an eyebrow in surprise at how in control you seem she says ‘Really? I don’t think you are’ before swiftly and unexpectedly kneeing you in the groin.
The sudden searing pain in your unprotected cock and balls was definitely not something you were anticipating. Your scream of agony appears to have been the reaction she was hoping for as a huge grin spreads across her face.
‘See I told you you weren’t ready! Shall I wait until you are ready before I do it again?’
You are unable to answer her as your whole brain concentrates on trying to block out the agonizing fire burning in your groin. Desperately but hopelessly you try to pull your wrists free from the restraints. Not giving you any chance to recover or reply to her question she knees you again. The pain the second time is indescribable. You have never felt anything like it, not even when I whipped you to within an inch of your life. The pain, this time, centred in the most sensitive part of your body is excruciating. Involuntarily you let go of your bladder. You are in such agony you don’t even feel ashamed at wetting yourself in front of her. She has anticipated your reaction because as the first stream of urine hits the floor she grabs your cock, none too gently, and directs your urine into a bowl. As you continue to writhe in agony suspended from the chain, unable to protect yourself, she throws the urine into your face. The sting of piss as it drips into your eyes adds to your agony, but there is to be no let up. She doesn’t intend to give you any opportunity to recover before inflicting the next torture on you.
Again showing no concern to your discomfort or pain she tries roughly removing your cock piercing. Unable to get a good grip on the studs either side of the piercing because you are ‘dancing around’ she has to give up until the pain has subsided sufficiently to allow you to stand still. Tapping her right foot impatiently on the concrete floor she waits begrudgingly. When you finally stop moving she makes her second attempt to remove it, this time successfully. Your heart fills with dread as you wonder why she is taking it out. You know that it certainly isn’t for your benefit. You soon find out as she replaces the bar with another one, the same diameter as the original but this one longer so that the bar protrudes either side of your cock. It takes a while for her to push the bar through and it takes all your willpower to remain still while the rod is forced through, as the end stabs at the inside of your tender penis as she fails to push it through in a straight line. When it’s through she attaches a 10cm length of thin chain by the end links to each side of the bar before firmly screwing the studs back onto either end. To the loop made by the chain she attaches an ‘S’ shaped hook and to this a small bucket. Satisfied with her improvised cock torture equipment she asks ‘How much weight do you think the bar on your piecing can take before it rips through your cock?’
Horrified at her words you can only stare at her wide eyed with dread and fear. It was easy to imagine you could close your mind off to her and pretend you were in a different place while you were kept in isolation, and although you don’t care how she humiliates you or treats you like a dog the reality of physical torture is something else. Your mind is forced to remain exactly where your body is to endure the hell that is about to come.
‘Shall we see?’
Leaving you suspended helpless to your fate she goes out into the garden, but only briefly as it doesn’t take long for her to gather some stones of different sizes from outside. Returning to the shed carrying the stones she creates a small pile of them on the floor 10ft away from you. Picking up the first one she throws it over arm as if she was bowling a cricket ball, in the general direction of the bucket. It misses and bounces off your thigh leaving a small cut behind. It seems not only is she intent on ripping the piercing through the end of your cock she also doesn’t care if she stones you to death. The stones litter the floor after carelessly cutting and bruising your torso and legs. A few manage to land in the bucket, but not enough to weigh heavily on your piercing or your cock. However, Chrissie doesn’t appear to be disappointed at her poor aim; in fact she was quite amused just watching you ‘dance’ every time a stone hit your naked flesh. But bored now with that particular game she picks up several of the stones that lay around your feet and casually drops them in the bucket. By the time she has finished you can feel the pull on your cock, at first it isn’t too bad but gradually the pain intensifies, as your cock is dragged downwards from the weight. It is small comfort to realise that she has put just enough weight on your piercing to make your cock hurt but not to rip it to shreds. You are sure that after this punishment to your poor cock, you will never be able to obtain an erection at all, let alone maintain one.
As she moves behind you and you hear the shed door closing again you relax slightly as you realise there are no further punishments to endure, just the hell of your current one as she leaves you hanging there with the dead weight of a bucket full of stones dragging on your sensitive cock.
How wrong can you be?
You hear the whistle of a rubber hose being swung through the air just before you feel it contact your flesh. The shock and pain force the air from your lungs as your body is thrown forward. The bucket is jerked sharply forward with you and swings violently to and fro between your legs causing fresh pain with each swing.
‘Oh my God!!!, oh fucking hell!!!’ is all you can scream over and over again as the hose whips your back relentlessly. Given no time to recover between blows your body dances grotesquely on the end of the chain. Chrissie is careful in her beating of you. She wants no bloody welts left behind. She doesn’t want to risk infection in open wounds, not because of any compassion for you but simply because she doesn’t want you out of action for any length of time. You will be ready to serve her whenever she wants you. Angry red welts appear on your back and legs but the skin doesn’t break. With each painful blow your cries become weaker, until your voice is so hoarse there is nothing left but the tears rolling down your face mingling with the sweat pouring off you.
Your whole body is on fire and you are close to the point of losing consciousness, but Chrissie seeming to sense this stops beating you. Moving to stand in front of you she leans close and kisses you on the lips. Breathing heavily from her exertions she gives herself time to regain her breath then softly whispers ‘you do understand why I had to punish you don’t you slave?’
Through the pain you recognise the sudden change in her mood. It scares you how she seems to switch her madness on and off. It’s as if she wants you to accept that you needed and deserved to be beaten. That it was your fault it had come to this and not hers. Wanting to keep her in a good mood in the hope that she will release you without further torture you reply with a croaky voice saying what you know she wants to hear.
‘Yes Mistress. I deserved to be punished. Thank you Mistress. I…I am sorry for being a worthless slave who is unable to satisfy you.’
Cupping your face gently in her hands she smiles as she graciously accepts your apology.
‘Good, no bad feelings then, and I’m sure you won’t fail to satisfy me next time will you?’
Torn between lying and receiving further punishment when she realises you can’t satisfy her or telling her a half truth and risking her immediate wrath you decide that if you are going to be tortured again you might as well get it over with now.
Managing to inject sorrow and embarrassment into your voice you reply ‘I’m sorry Ma’am I really am that I failed you but I…I…have… I have problems.’
Her tone sharp she asks ‘problems? What do you mean problems??’
‘I’m sorry Ma’am. I am so ashamed, but I…I….I can’t keep it hard. It isn’t that I don’t want to, it just doesn’t work properly……’
‘What?! You can’t keep a fucking hard on? For fucks sake! I bet you managed to fuck her without any problems! I’ve a good mind to fucking beat you senseless. Why the fuck should I lose out yet again??’
Anxious to diffuse her anger before she lets rip on your poor battered body again you manage to summon up some more tears - not hard to do when your body is crying out in agony.
Taken aback she asks why you’re crying when she’s the one who should be fucking crying.
Hoping to God she doesn’t find out you are lying you reply ‘Please Mistress, I understand that you are angry with me, but please help me. I promised you I would serve you faithfully and that is what I want to do, please believe me. I have had this problem since Mis…since I was sold into slavery.’
Incredulously she replies ‘You mean you never fucked her either?’
‘Yes Mistress, I mean no Mistress I failed her too. She wasn’t interested in helping me though; she just made fun of me. I am so ashamed of myself. I want to please you, please help me.’
It seems that by making me seem like a bitch you have managed to diffuse her rising anger as she says with gentleness in her voice ‘So, she hasn’t had the pleasure of your cock inside her either. Hmm well maybe I can have something she hasn’t then. Don’t worry slave, I told you I’m not a complete bitch, she may have humiliated you but I will help you and I know just the thing to solve your problem. Ok let’s get you down because I need to go shopping.’
Her sudden change in mood is unnerving but you aren’t going to complain. You are grateful the tactic you used has worked.
As soon as she removes the weighted bucket from your cock and releases you from the ceiling chain you collapse in a heap on the floor, your hands instantly going to your throbbing cock, cupping them over it in an automatic reaction to protect it from further punishment.
Although she doesn’t give you a moment to recover she does allow you to walk back to the house instead of crawling. Pulling you by the leash she sets off at a brisk pace forcing you into a hobbled run to keep up with her. Once in the house she takes you to the utility room and secures you by the neck to the chain attached to the wall. This time you are kept on a short leash, there will be no opportunity for you to walk around the room or even lie down, all you can do is sit or kneel close to the wall. You know that she is definitely in a good mood though as she hands you two strong painkillers to take. Although, as she doesn’t give you any water to take them with, it’s difficult to swallow them. The unpleasant taste left on your tongue nothing compared to some of the things you have been forced to taste in the past.
Once she’s left the house you sit with your back against the wall, the coolness of the stone taking some of the heat out of your burning back. Opening your legs as wide as the hobble chain will allow you gently take your throbbing cock in one hand and examine it carefully. Surprisingly, apart from being an angry red colour it doesn’t appear to be physically damaged. The bar and chain hanging from it disgust you. For you, that alone has mutilated your cock beyond belief. You will never be proud of it ever again. It is so tempting to remove the piercing for a while. She surely won’t be back for a few hours and she will never know, but as your fingers move to undo one of the studs you hesitate. What if she comes back early? What if you can’t put it back in? What will she do to you? Why do you care what she does? Perhaps you will anger her so much she will vent her fury uncontrollably and put you out of your misery for good. Then she won’t have a hold over either of us. Even as you have those thoughts you know that you can’t do it. You have to endure whatever she puts you through, just for the faint hope that when your time with her has been served you will return home where you belong. Hating yourself for being weak and afraid you sit there and cry.
Your exhausted mind is in turmoil as you think about a life lived long ago. How carefree and happy you used to be. Your parents. God how you miss them. Do they ever wonder where you are? Are they searching for you even now? Have they given you up for dead? Your thoughts drift to your home in Den Helder, to the simple things like the beer festival held there every year. Perhaps it’s that time of year now? You don’t know; time has lost all meaning. Everyone – your friends and family may this minute be drinking beer, laughing and enjoying themselves with their friends and neighbours, totally oblivious to your suffering. What would have happened if you hadn’t abandoned me when you felt things were moving too quickly between us? Perhaps our child would have lived and we would be happy now living together in Holland. What if your ship hadn’t sailed to the Caribbean and you hadn’t gone to that bar? What if I hadn’t been on holiday and fatefully turned up at the slave auction? So many ifs, but no point thinking about any of them. You cannot go back and change what has happened to you. This is your life and you have no choice but to live it or die.
Eventually you fall into a fitful sleep despite shivering with the chill that has seeped into your bones.
Chapter 24
While she is out shopping, Chrissie bumps into an old friend she hasn’t seen for several years.
‘Oh my God Denise!! Is it really you? Wow you look absolutely stunning!! Christ how long ago was it I last saw you? Are you here on holiday?’
Enveloping Chrissie in a bear hug she shrieks ‘Chrissie! Hello honey’ then adds ‘I’m not on holiday unfortunately; I’m over here on business for a couple of months. Still living in the good old U. S. of A, it’s great there, you really should come over some time, we’d have a great time!’
‘God yeah, I’d love to, it would be just like when we were kids. Christ I really missed you when you moved to the States to live.’
‘I’ve missed you too! I’ve got so much to tell you, let’s go for a drink? I mean only if you’ve got time and aren’t in a hurry.’
Breezily Chrissie responds that she’d love to go for a drink, totally dismissing the fact that she’s left you secured on a very short leash in her utility room. The fact that you haven’t eaten or drunk at all that day and that you are completely naked and most probably freezing to death in the unheated room, not even a consideration to her.
It’s then that Chrissie notices a slim and attractive but nervous looking man standing behind Denise, his head bowed, staring intently at his shoes. Nodding in his direction Chrissie asks ‘Who’s the guy? Your old man?’ finding it somewhat hard to believe that someone so timid could be Denise’s partner.
Not even bothering to turn her head Denise replies ‘fucking hell no he isn’t my husband! Jesus if I was going to get married it would be to a real man not a pussy whipped slut like him!! With that she lets out a shriek of laughter, leaving the poor man flushing red with embarrassment.
As they walk toward a local pub The Cider Press Chrissie can’t help but ask ‘Who is he then?’
‘Oh he’s my pet, aren’t you Pat?’
Confused, Chrissie repeats ‘pet?’
Yeah, he’s my little slave aren’t you boy?’
Heart leaping at the word ‘slave’ Chrissie repeats somewhat stupidly ‘slave?’
‘Yeah you know, he adores me and kinda does everything for me don’t you Pat?’
Meekly Pat replies ‘Yes Ma’am’
Filled with excitement Chrissie blurts out ‘I have one too!’
Raising an eyebrow Denise says ‘yeah? They’re just great aint they! How long you had yours?’
‘Well only recently really, it’s a long story so I won’t bore you with it today.’
As they sit outside the pub at a table on the terrace overlooking the harbour, Pat not sitting but standing subserviently behind Denise, Chrissie asks how much and where she bought him from. At this Denise shrieks with laughter again and Pat flushes an even more un-fetching shade of crimson.
‘Good grief Chris, I didn’t buy him! He’s my willing slave aren’t you Pat?’
Another meek ‘yes Ma’am’ comes from him and then ‘shall I buy the drinks now Ma’am?’
‘Yeah sure, Chris what are you having?’
‘Uh, half a cider for me thanks.’
‘Usual for me pet, off you go, oh and get yourself a drink too.’
At the last part of the order Pat’s face drops slightly but he heads off towards the bar to get the drinks.
Once he’s disappeared inside the pub Chrissie curious as to why anyone would willingly be a slave to another asks her for the full story with Pat.
Denise obliges quite happily, telling Chrissie how Pat was an accountant from London. ‘He came over to the States one time to do some work for my father. Of course, he - like all those other pathetic wimps who work for my father fell in love with little old Denise. I thought he was kinda cute so I went out with him on a couple of dates just to see what sort of man he really was. After all as the saying goes you should never judge a book by its cover. But in his case you definitely get what you see. He is a really nice guy, far too nice for me, but I did find out that he was hiding a deep dark secret, one which I knew he would really hate anyone to find out about.’
Eager to know what it was Chrissie says ‘go on, I’m intrigued.’
‘Well, I found out that he has a dirty little mind, and is kinky as hell. I led him on, as you do, letting him fall deeper and deeper in love with me, just toying with him for my amusement really, until one day he made the huge mistake of leaving his laptop switched on in his office while he went for a piss. I dunno, maybe he did it on purpose, you can never tell with these kinky types. Anyway I had a good old look and found the stupid cunt had some pictures saved on the desktop of chastity devices.’
Interrupting again Chrissie asks ‘does he have a thing for seeing women in chastity belts or didn’t he trust you?’
Surprised at Chrissie’s naïve question considering she owns a slave Denise raises both eyebrows.
‘Uh not female ones Chris, male ones.’
Flushing red Chrissie tries to laugh it off ‘well you know, I just thought that as you’re so stunning he might be looking at something for you, I mean it’s not as if he needs one is it?’
At this they both laugh out loud, just as Pat returns with their drinks. Sensing the laughter was at his expense Pat keeps his head lowered, not daring to look at either woman. Taking their drinks from him without bothering to say thanks they completely ignore him and continue with their conversation. While they chat, he returns to his position behind Denise, a glass of rather yellow looking beer in hand. Although beer it wasn’t. He knew full well that when Denise invited him to have a drink, she didn’t mean beer or even a soft drink. He was only ever allowed to drink water or piss when she was around. If he was in a pub or bar it was never water. Denise drank enough throughout an evening to keep his glass topped up through several trips to the ladies room. But this time he was forced to go to the bathroom himself and supply his own drink. Although he didn’t particularly enjoy the taste of hers, he gagged whenever he was forced to drink his own.
‘Ah but you’re wrong there Chrissie, he does need one. Not because I don’t trust him around other women but because he’s a pathetic slut, just like most men I might add, who would have his hand wrapped permanently around his prick if he had his way. Men are just so basic don’t you think? Their lives are controlled by their pathetic pricks and that’s all they think about. A CB, believe me, is the best way to focus the dirty little bastards on the really important things in life, like pleasing their women, instead of being concerned about their own pleasure. And it works! But anyway I’m getting off the subject. Where was I? Oh yeah, the stupid cunt left photos of CB’s on his laptop so of course I knew what I was going to do. One evening the idiot came round to mine expecting a romantic evening, assuming that his months of wooing me were about to pay off. I told him that I liked to be in control knowing damn well that his prick would twitch at the thought. After all wanting to wear a CB goes hand in hand with wanting to be dominated so I got him naked and in handcuffs before he could blink and then hey presto out comes my little present for him. His very own chastity belt. I must admit it made me feel so damn horny that since then I’ve ended up buying a variety of different ones. The gates of hell being my favourite. Not yours though is it Pat? A bit tight I think you said didn’t you?’
Not waiting or expecting a response she tells him to get it out so Chrissie can have a look. Wearily, as if he has done this numerous times before for Denise’s amusement he opens his flies and discreetly pulls out his imprisoned penis, so that no one sitting at the other tables is aware of what he’s doing. Chrissie gasps as she looks at it. She’s never seen one before and it gives her an idea. You are definitely going to get one. She thinks you will hate it, not realising that you have already worn one for weeks on end for me.
‘Wow! So is that why he’s your slave, because you have him imprisoned in that thing? No other reason?’
‘Yep that’s why he’s devoted to me. I hold the keys to them and of course I’ve made sure that they are of a material that is extremely hard to cut through without causing severe damage to his little pecker. And of course there is also the humiliation factor of having to ask a burly fire fighter to handle his manhood and cut it off. And you aren’t going to do that are you Pat?’
‘No Ma’am’ he mumbles in reply.
Chrissie is incredulous that it’s that easy to get yourself a slave. If she’d realised she probably wouldn’t have gone to the extreme lengths she did to get hold of you, she could have just picked up any guy she fancied in a pub, taken him home and locked him up!
‘Anyway enough of the boring bean counter, how did you acquire yours? I’m guessing not through trickery?’
‘Um no. Actually I uh was given him.’
‘Given?’
‘Uh yeah, he um well he was already a slave but his Owner couldn’t control him and so I uh took him on. I’ve only had him a few weeks though and he needs loads of training. Only today I had to give him a good beating for being insolent!’
‘Is that why he isn’t with you now?’
‘Uh yeah, well actually I haven’t taken him out yet. His last Owner was so fucking lazy with him he seemed to get it into his head that he could act like a free man and of course she lost all control……’
Interrupting Denise asks ‘you mean he’s a real slave, not some kinky guy with a submissive fetish?’
‘Well yeah, you do know that since England left the EEC we’ve gone back to the good old days of Imperialism, and that includes slavery. Although these days we don’t discriminate. Slaves are both black and white. There is strict control of course and they only come from countries that we have an agreement with on slave trading. Buying them is bloody expensive though so only rich bitches get the cream of the crop. But it’s also a given, that if you come to England for any reason and break the law then you are going to either end up in prison or serve your time as a slave before being deported. Considering how fucking awful their lives become I really don’t understand why any guy would volunteer for servitude!’
‘If you mean guys like Pat, well I think the fantasy they have of being a slave to a dominant woman is something they can’t control, but they soon find out that the reality is very different to the fantasy, and by then of course it’s too late, isn’t it Pat?’
Poor Pat can only reply once again ‘Yes Mistress’.
‘So Chrissie, where’s your real life slave from?’
‘He’s um from the Netherlands.’
‘But that’s part of Europe. Surely Holland doesn’t have an agreement to trade slaves with England does it??? Or is he serving time for being a naughty boy in this country?’
Shrugging as Chrissie hasn’t really given it much thought she replies ‘he’s not a prison slave. I mean he’s not a slave because he got arrested for anything. He’s a lifer, that is he was sold into slavery. I have his papers of ownership so he’s definitely legal, and the Dutch haven’t asked for him back so maybe they don’t really give a shit. Anxious to try and get off the subject about whether he should legally be a slave or not she asks Denise if she’d like to come over and take a look at him. They could compare notes on how real slaves and volunteer slaves are treated differently.
‘I’d like that. We could catch up properly, over dinner maybe, and Pat could get to find out what a real slave’s life is like and hopefully it will make the ungrateful little shit grateful for what he does get from me.’
Smirking Chrissie replies ‘I’m sure he will when he sees my slave being put through his paces! When do you want to come over?’
‘Well I’ve got lots more shopping to do and darling Pat here is going to buy me some beautiful diamond earrings aren’t you?’
This is news to Pat who knows full well he doesn’t earn enough to buy the sort of diamond earrings she will be expecting, but stifling a groan knowing that he will have to max out yet another credit card he meekly replies.
‘Yes Mistress.’
‘So shall we say tomorrow evening?’
‘Yeah that would be great. I’ll come over about six.’
Arrangements made they down their drinks and both look expectantly at Pat with his glass still full, reluctant to taste his drink.
Both women continue to stare at him wordlessly until he finally raises the glass to his lips and swallows the contents. He swallows as quickly as he can in the vain hope that it won’t have time to touch his taste buds on the way down. Of course it does, and he has to put his hand across his mouth to stop himself gagging and bringing it back up.
As Denise heads again for the shops with poor Pat trailing behind her, weighed down with all the bags and boxes from her earlier purchases Chrissie makes her way to the chemists to buy what she had originally gone into town for, smiling to herself pleased that she will get to show you off to her friend. It gives her a feeling of tremendous power to know that she can impress her friend with being the Owner of a real life slave. She is going to love making you perform for her.
By the time she returns from shopping you are still asleep, propped up uncomfortably against the wall. Your head hanging forward, the pull against your throat from the collar making breathing difficult, but through sheer exhaustion you have managed to sleep despite that. Still in a good mood, she allows you to continue sleeping for another hour while she takes a long hot soak in a scented bubble bath, sipping a glass of Merlot while she relaxes. When she finally wakes you it’s with a jug of ice cold water poured over your head. The shock of the water wakes you instantly but leaves you disorientated. It takes a while to remember where you are. As your last thoughts were of your home country you think you are there but can’t understand why are sitting naked, and soaking wet on the floor. As you make a move to stand up the collar and chain round your neck pull you back sharply and you instantly remember where you really are.
‘Up you get slave, you need to wash. You stink of piss and as I’ve just had a soak in the bath and come out smelling beautiful I don’t want you anywhere near me until you have cleaned yourself up.
She does indeed smell gorgeous; you instantly recognise the scent as she leans over you to remove the chain, as being the same one I use. It makes you yearn to go back to the time when I allowed you to lie in the bath with me when afterwards we made the tenderest love together. However, you can’t go back; you have to live in the present, and that means shifting yourself promptly before Chrissie becomes annoyed. Coiling the chain you leave it neatly on the floor next to the wall. Then awkwardly because of your aching muscles you crawl to where Chrissie is standing waiting for you. Remaining in position you wait for her permission to stand up like a man instead of being on all fours like a dog.
‘Get up off the floor and wash yourself slave.’
The command given you slowly pull yourself up and hobble to the sink. Since you’ve been with her Chrissie has never allowed you to use the bathroom and you have no reason to believe that today will be any different so under her watchful eye you fill the utility room sink with cold water and begin to wash your body and hair with the water and a small bar of soap. The cold water leaves goose bumps on your already cold and clammy skin and you start shivering uncontrollably. You would give anything now for a long soak in a hot bath, to relieve the aching in your body. The ice cold water serves only to make you ache even more. Drying yourself with the small threadbare hand towel that is the only thing you now own you can’t help but feel humiliated as Chrissie stands there watching you. She doesn’t try to hurry you but you find yourself hurrying anyway just because her gaze is unnerving.
When you’re finished you drape the towel over the edge of the sink, hoping that it will dry before you have to use it again. Drying a cold and wet body with a cold wet towel isn’t fun. Dropping to your grazed knees you crawl back to Chrissie and kneel before her. She feels a thrill go through her at how subservient you are being. She seems oblivious to any lack of enthusiasm on your part, only seeming to notice your obedience. Taking the leash, which lately has been permanently attached to your collar she leads you back into the kitchen, through the hallway and up to her bedroom.
She is eager to try out her new purchase on you. Taking the key to your manacles and leg irons from the drawer in her bedside cabinet she releases you from them. Noticing the chafing on your wrists from where the cuffs dug into them when you were hanging in the shed she kisses them tenderly and apologises before adding that it was your own fault though. If you had told her about your ‘little problem’ beforehand she wouldn’t have had to punish you.
Instructing you to lie on the bed face up, you meekly obey although secretly dreading what her ‘solution’ to your problem is. Allowing her to secure you by the wrists and ankles to the bed all you can do is lie there and wait. You were expecting some sort of equipment to be attached to your cock to make it hard. You’ve seen things in magazines and on the internet that are supposed to make your cock bigger and assumed it would be something similar so you are really surprised when she lifts your head up and gives you a couple of pills to swallow.
Then she sits on the bed beside you and stares at your cock – waiting. Nothing happens. Disappointed she demands to know if you are deliberately keeping it soft.
Quick to deny it you reply ‘No Mistress, I am eager to please you but I don’t know what is supposed to be happening.’
‘The tablets are supposed to give you an erection, and it’s supposed to last for hours so why the fuck isn’t anything happening?’
Realising that the tablets must be Viagra or something similar your heart sinks. The last thing you want for your sore cock is to be rock hard for hours! It suddenly occurs to her though that maybe you need some sort of stimulation. She also realises at the same time that you are still wearing the punishment cock piercing.
‘Shit I need to change that. Hang on slave, don’t go anywhere I need to get the other piecing.’
Laughing at her little joke she leaves the room to go and fetch it from the shed.
Lying there with nothing to do other than wait you turn your head to gaze around the room, not really interested in your surroundings but not wanting to just lie there thinking about what is to come. Her bedroom is surprisingly tasteful, cream walls and a soft cream deep pile carpet, pine furniture and to break up the neutral tones deep red silk curtains and bedspread. It doesn’t look like the bedroom of a mad woman but then what would a mad woman’s bedroom look like?
All too soon Chrissie reappears holding the other piercing in one hand. As she approaches the bed you involuntarily try and shrink back against it, making her laugh at you. Climbing astride your stomach facing your cock she lifts it, surprising gently, and changes the piercing to the original one, although this time before screwing the balls back on either end she attaches the chain to it.
Once finished she gently circles the head with the tip of a nail, whilst holding back your foreskin with her other hand. Whether it’s the result of the pills kicking in or her teasing your sensitive cock it gains a life of its own. Despite your hatred of Chrissie you can’t deny that she is an expert at what she is doing to your cock. Shifting herself backwards across your torso so that her pussy is inches from your face, you breathe in the smell of her sex as she lowers her head and takes your cock into her mouth, first of all her tongue flicking the tip, almost as if she was licking an ice cream then alternating between gently nipping and scraping the sides of the shaft and head with her teeth, and twirling her tongue around the piercing. Despite the tenderness from where your poor cock carried the heavy weight it reacts to everything she is doing to you, the warm wetness of the inside of her mouth exciting you to the point where you desperately want to pump your seed into her. The smell of her musky scent so close to your nostrils is so intoxicating combined with the heavenly sensations in your nerve endings that before you realise what you are doing you have raised your head, straining against your bonds in order to reach her. Shuffling back even further so that you can reach the delicious folds of her pussy lips properly she moans with pleasure as your probing tongue finds her sensitive clit. She is so aroused the small bud swells in anticipation of the pleasure to come. You bury your face in her, lapping her juices and probing her vagina with your tongue, both of you lost to your own pleasures.
For your part you cannot believe how turned on you are. You don’t remember ever feeling this horny, not even with me. You feel deeply ashamed that the woman you hate and who has caused both of us so much pain can illicit this lust within you. It makes you hate her even more. You don’t realise it is the chemicals in the pills that make you feel this way. All you know is that you can’t control the feeling, it’s like a primeval urge within you that has to be satisfied. Only a short while ago you were dreading the thought of having your sore and aching cock put through further tortures but now all you can think about is being set free so that you can hump Chrissie for all you are worth. However, you don’t get the chance to beg her for your release, as the combination of weeks without stimulation and Chrissie’s mouth sliding up and down your cock driving you wild you can’t control yourself and cum, shooting your load straight down her throat.
Coughing and spluttering – she clearly wasn’t expecting you to cum quite so soon – Chrissie lets your cock plop back against your belly spunk still pumping from it. As she lifts her pussy away from your face and turns round to sit facing you the enormity of what you have just done sinks in. Your face draining of colour you lay there, bound and helpless, eyes closed not daring to look at her while you wait for her anger to spew forth. Even as you lie there waiting for the inevitable a part of your brain recognises that despite your fear and the fact that you have just orgasmed you still have a raging hard on.
The stinging slap to the side of your face leaves a vivid red handprint on your cheek.
‘You filthy stinking whore of a slave!! You DARE to shoot your filth into my mouth?? You are nothing more than an animal. I try and be nice to you and what do you do? You treat me like a whore by defiling me!’
Not giving you a chance to respond she slaps both sides of your face again and again bringing tears to your eyes and a red hot burning glow to your cheeks. Then abruptly she stops, takes your face in both hands so that you are forced to look at her and giggles.
‘Oh Roy the look on your face is priceless! I bet you were shitting yourself then weren’t you? I’m not really mad with you, I knew you wouldn’t last long, after all when was the last time you came?? But I would have appreciated a bit of warning so that I could avoid almost choking to death!’
Unnerved both at the use of your name, the first time in weeks, and her abrupt change of mood you are wary of opening your mouth to apologise incase it sets her off into another tirade of abuse at you for you daring to speak without permission, but if you don’t then that might be wrong too so taking a chance you apologise profusely to her.
‘I’m so sorry Mistress. You are right I am an animal. I couldn’t control myself and I am deeply sorry. I don’t deserve to be in your bed receiving this pleasure from you. I…….’
Cutting you off from what you were about to say with a hand over your mouth she smiles and leans forward to kiss you on the forehead.
‘It really is sweet that you know you don’t deserve me. Of course you don’t, we both know that. The only reason I was sucking you off was so that we could get that first nasty orgasm out of the way. I’m going to give you a few more just to make sure you’re balls are emptied completely and then I’m going to have my fun!’
Taking your rock hard cock in her hands she teases it all over again, several times bringing you close to orgasm but stopping abruptly just before you reach it. Watching you writhe around on the bed in a combination of extreme pleasure and torment your movements restricted by your bound limbs stretched to their limits to each corner of the bed gives her enormous pleasure, she can feel her heart beating faster and her pussy becoming wetter and wetter as her excitement increases. Listening to you beg her for your orgasm turns her on immensely. She never thought that the day would ever come when she would have you all to herself and at her mercy. Your pleasure and your pain are both in her hands, and that heady feeling of power is intoxicating. She really does own every part of you. Just the thought of it makes her cum without any physical stimulation at all.
Finally having let you shoot your load twice more she decides its time for her pleasure. She is thrilled that even after an hour and three orgasms you still have a raging hard on. The blood pumping furiously into your cock causing the veins to stand out prominently. By this time however, although still hard your cock is really sore and sensitive. Having been brought to orgasm three times in quick succession the overwhelming urge to hump anything you can has gone. All you want to do now, like most men post orgasm, is roll over in bed and go to sleep. However, the fact that you are bound hand and foot, still with an erection and an unsatiated Mistress means there is absolutely no chance of that.
Breathing heavily and sweating profusely even though you have not exerted yourself physically you lie there waiting for her next move. For some reason, you don’t know why and she doesn’t explain she decides that as well as being bound she also wants you gagged. Being used to wearing a ball gag and having your mouth filled to keep you silent you are surprised when she takes a black leather belt, a pattern of metal holes punched all the way round it, and holds it against your lips. Automatically you open your mouth so that she can push it in behind your teeth. Your mouth is stretched wide against the stiff leather and when you try to close your lips around it the belt doesn’t give, so your mouth is forced to remain wide open. Lifting your head off the pillow you allow her to buckle it behind your head. You weren’t prepared though for her to pull the belt really tight before she buckled it and wince as it cuts into the corners of your mouth. You know that when it is removed you will have cuts on your mouth and an imprint of the belt across your cheeks where it bites into your skin.
Next she releases your legs from the corners of the bed only to re-secure them by tying them together at the ankles and securing the other end of the rope to the footboard. Satisfied that you are trussed up as she wants she climbs back on top of you. It seems that she has forgotten her earlier decision to make you do all the work. For that you are grateful because your back is still sore from the earlier beating, although you think ruefully one good point about being the one to do the work would be that you could go easy with your sore cock, but with her on top there will be no respite for you.
And there isn’t. She rides you ruthlessly through several climaxes, getting a huge buzz from your muffled moans through the makeshift gag and your desperate attempts to buck her off you as your cock burns painfully inside her. The sensation of your cock piercing and the chain hanging from it tickling the walls of her vagina is like nothing she has ever felt before. It’s amazing! Several times she leans forward to kiss your gagged mouth and run her tongue around your widened lips. Unfortunately for you, she loves the way her belt forcing your mouth wide open makes you look. She intends to gag you that way more often.
But finally exhausted and satiated she flops across you, breathing heavily, her hair falling across your face in a fan. Unable to do anything else you lay helpless underneath her while she recovers her breath. By now, as well as having a raging fire burning in your tortured and still hard cock you have a thumping headache. You desperately need a drink, you can’t remember the last time you were allowed to have one, your mouth and throat are dry because the belt keeping your mouth wide open stopped you being able to swallow or produce saliva to keep it moist. Whether she realises it or not she is torturing you at this very moment.
The ringing of the telephone eventually makes her shift herself from the bed. Lifting the cordless handset she tucks it between her shoulder and her ear so that while she is talking she can release the belt, making you wince again as she has to pull it even tighter to make the metal spike pop out of the hole it was secured in. You immediately close your mouth, your jaw clicking as you do, and swallow several times trying to get some saliva flowing. While you do that Chrissie sits on the edge of the bed and idly traces one finger along the imprint left on your cheeks by the belt, at the same time as she talks to the person on the other end of the phone.
Her next move is completely unexpected. Still chatting away she climbs back on the bed and squats above your face, her knees pressing down heavily on your arms. You can’t believe that she wants to be pleasured again, especially while she is on the phone! But you obediently open your sore mouth ready for her to lower herself onto your face. The first short burst of pee takes you by surprise and you start coughing as you choke on it. Although you are desperate for a drink, this isn’t what you were hoping for. Chrissie lets you recover before letting the next burst shoot into your mouth, not out of consideration for you but because she doesn’t want to spill any on her bed linen. Continuing to chat on the phone while using you as a toilet, she is letting you know in no uncertain terms what she thinks of you. She isn’t even bothering to give you her attention while she uses you as a toilet. You are not worth any consideration at all.
Finally the phone call ends and her bladder is empty, leaving her to turn her attention back to you. Absentmindedly she leans down to kiss your lips again but the smell of piss on your breath makes her wrinkle her nose in disgust.
‘Uggghh you stink you dirty pig. I bet you enjoyed that though didn’t you?’
Wearily you reply ‘yes Mistress.’
Chrissie resolves never to use the toilet again to pee while you are around. From now on, just like Pat you will drink her nectar. She muses that she could even bottle it and store it in the fridge for you to drink cold, maybe even make ice cubes with it that she could demand you suck on. The thought makes her smile, and makes her horny again. She had intended to release you for while but full of excitement again she decides not to give you a break.
It is going to be a long evening…….
Chapter 25
It was indeed a very long evening and there was no let up from Chrissie the following day when it came to giving you chores to do. Completely exhausted after managing to get only a few hours sleep lying on the cold tiled floor chained to the toilet in Chrissie’s ensuite bathroom you are kept busy the whole day making the house spotless for her visitors in the evening.
The only respite you are given is a couple of hours before the guests arrive when for the first time since your enslavement to the bitch from hell you are allowed to use the shower in the family bathroom, under Chrissie’s strict supervision. She makes sure to let you know in no uncertain terms that you had better not get used to this luxury, the only reason she is letting you shower under hot water is because she wants to make sure the stench of piss, sweat and sex is removed from your body. The last thing she wants over dinner with her friend is to have Denise put off her food because all she can smell is Chrissie’s stinking slave. To you the reason for this luxury doesn’t matter, you are just grateful for the opportunity to feel hot cleansing water cascading over you, soothing your aches and pains, and the scent of expensive lotions being massaged into your skin and hair. It matters not that the scent that will linger on your body is delicately floral and obviously feminine. To you anything is better than stinking of her body fluids and your sweat. You have always been fastidious in your cleanliness and in your previous life you showered at least twice a day. To constantly be stinking of body odour and have dirt and filth ingrained in your skin disgusts you and you hate the power that Chrissie holds over you, being the one to decide when you can and can’t clean yourself.
All too soon Chrissie turns off the shower and orders you out to dry yourself off. Although you were allowed to use her lotions to wash with she doesn’t allow you to wrap yourself in her luxuriously soft bath towels. You have to dry yourself as best you can with your threadbare towel which is still slightly damp from your last use of it. Not a pleasant way to end the small luxury.
Once dry you drop to your knees in front of her waiting for your orders.
‘Put your leg irons on, put your manacles back in the bedside cabinet in my bedroom, then get in the kitchen and start preparing the dinner.’
‘Yes Mistress Chrissie’ you reply before scurrying to do as she tells you.
Chrissie knows that as yet your cooking skills aren’t the greatest and she hasn’t had time to teach you properly so she has made sure that tonight’s meal is well within your capabilities, she doesn’t want to risk you ruining the meal and Denise thinking she has an incompetent poorly trained slave.
By the time 6 o’clock arrives the house is sparklingly clean and tidy, with flowers on the windowsills in the kitchen, dining and living rooms making the rooms smell fresh, bringing the scent of the garden into the house. The smell of beef casserole cooking in the oven also providing a welcoming aroma, as well as making your stomach rumble from hunger. Yet again Chrissie has forgotten that you need to eat and drink, so the only sustenance you have received so far today is water straight from the tap and by stealing some of the raw vegetables and raw beef while you were cooking and Chrissie wasn’t looking. But that isn’t enough to keep you going and the hunger in your belly gnaws away at you.
When the doorbell rings you are in position on your knees by the door, having no idea who is on the other side; Chrissie not seeing any need to enlighten you as to who the first guest to be invited to her home since you came to ‘live’ here is.
As she opens the door to greet her friend you keep your head lowered waiting for whomever it is to step into the hall. When two pairs of feet appear you are surprised; Chrissie had told you to prepare a meal for two not three people. But knowing what is expected of you, you shuffle forward until you are kneeling in front of the pair of dainty feet clad in 4” scarlet red killer heels. You know full well that this pair of feet must be worshipped first if you want to avoid a whipping or worse. Without prompting you lower your head and kiss the tips of the shoes and then the floor in front of them showing that you worship the ground this guest of your Mistress walks on.
A girlish giggle is followed by ‘Wow! I hope you’re taking note of that Pat!’ as you raise your head slightly to shuffle along to the second pair of feet, this time clad in black leather lace ups. Boring but practical for a guy who works in an office. The time you have spent in bondage to others has taught you that you have no choice but to worship, however repulsive to you, men as well as women if your Mistress or in fact any other free person desires it. So you give the same reverential treatment to the man’s feet as you did the woman’s. Then to show that your Mistress is the most important person to walk the earth as far as her lowly slave is concerned you kiss Chrissie’s feet before prostrating your naked body face down on the floor in front of her with your head resting on her shoes.
Chrissie smiles proudly; as Denise is obviously impressed by your submissive greeting. As soon as she pulls her feet from under your head you rise up to stand in front of her; head bowed and arms held out to accept the coats from the two guests. After hanging them up you shuffle along behind the three of them as Chrissie guides her guests to the living room for pre-dinner drinks. Chrissie and Denise both inform you that they want red wine to drink but the man remains silent, refusing to look at you; for some bizarre reason he seems to be really intent on staring at his shoes. You wait patiently for his order, assuming he can’t make up his mind what he wants until Chrissie says impatiently ‘for fucks sake slave get the drinks! Oh and I also want you to go and fetch your manacles and bring them back with you.’
Confused you open your mouth and respond without thinking, forgetting that Chrissie has demanded implicitly that you make no mistakes and behave like the perfectly trained slave you should have been, but for the shit training you received from your fat lazy arsed former Owner. Failing to behave impeccably in front of her guests will be a huge mistake she told you. She didn’t say what would happen but you were left under no illusion that it would be extremely painful for you if you failed her.
‘I’m sorry Mistress. I was waiting for the gentleman to choose what he wanted to drink….’
Denise responds saying that he doesn’t need a drink as he has brought his own, while Chrissie glares at you for daring to show her up by speaking without permission. You can tell she is itching to hit or punch you for your insolence but is controlling herself as her friend doesn’t appear to have noticed your mistake and she doesn’t want to draw attention to it. You know that it will not be forgotten though, and at some point you will pay for your error.
Bowing to Chrissie and backing out of the room without turning around, gives the impression to the guests that as far as you are concerned she is your Queen and you would not insult her by turning your back on her. This goes some way to redeeming yourself to Chrissie as once again Denise looks impressed.
By the time you return with their drinks and the manacles laid out on a tray Pat is as naked as the day he was born except for a steel tube encasing his cock. With a jolt you realise that he must also be a slave which makes you feel slightly foolish at worshipping his feet at the front door. It seems from your quick glance in his direction that he is new at this because he looks extremely uncomfortable being naked and seems unsure about what he is supposed to do with himself in the presence of the two women. You know that you can’t offer any guidance to him because to open your mouth again in Chrissie’s presence would be more than your life is worth. He will have to suffer the consequences for his mistakes by himself.
You give Chrissie and her guest, whose name you still don’t know their drinks, place the tray with the manacles still on it on the floor, and then kneel subserviently at Chrissie’s feet and hands clasped behind your bowed head.
‘How do you get him to do that Chrissie? I always have to remind Pat to be subservient to me. He has a nasty habit of forgetting especially, I’ve noticed, after he’s been allowed to cum. Which reminds me Pat, why the fuck are you standing there like a lemon? Get on the floor and worship me!’
Flushing red, he’d been too lost in a daydream about what life would be like as a real slave to remember what he should be doing.
‘I’m really sorry Ma’am’ he says quickly dropping to the floor and kneeling in front of her.
Smirking to herself that perhaps owning a forced slave rather than a volunteer one might be a better deal Chrissie tells Denise that getting a slave to be obedient is really simple. Rule by fear, and beat the shit out of them every time they make a mistake. That quickly ensures any wilfulness is removed from their personality and with a bit of torture thrown in, results very quickly in a compliant and submissive slave.
‘Mmm I wish I could beat the shit out of Pat sometimes but unfortunately my father’s company insists on full medicals every six months to ensure employees are at the peak of fitness, and if he was covered in bruises or welts I could end up in deep shit with the authorities, as they would have to report any physical signs of abuse. It seems that I will have to carry on ruling him by blackmail with the occasional caning thrown in’.
While she sounds really wistful about wishing she could beat poor Pat to within an inch of his life, he is really grateful that she can’t!
‘I guess that was a stupid question actually. I can see quite clearly how you keep him in line! I don’t think I can see any normal flesh on his back through all those welts and scars on him!’
Pat who hasn’t looked at you properly yet, can’t resist turning his head away from his own Mistress to look at your back, curious to see how bad it really is. His eyes widen in horror as he takes in the dreadful mess of barely healed cuts and scars that criss-cross your back and buttocks. Feeling quite sick at the sight he quickly turns back to Denise silently thanking God that she would never be allowed to inflict that kind of physical damage on him. He will never complain again about the few slaps and mild beatings with a ruler that she gives him.
He does worry slightly when Chrissie gets up from the chair and clamps the manacles round his ankles. Denise laughs and thanks her. Whether Pat wants to or not, he won’t be able to go anywhere fast because the manacles have a shorter chain between them than the leg irons. They will effectively stop him running away from what is ahead of him that evening.
Just then the timer on the cooker in the kitchen indicates that the casserole is ready. Raising your head slightly to silently ask for permission to leave the room Chrissie nods and once again you back out of the room to set the table ready for Chrissie and her guest to eat. You don’t bother setting a place for the man you now know is called Pat because it is obvious he isn’t going to be eating at the table with them. As instructed earlier by Chrissie you cover your genitals by tying a maid’s apron around your waist, so that Denise isn’t put off her meal by seeing your pathetic cock, as Chrissie called it, dangling between your legs.
The meal goes well, but takes ages as the women eat their way through three courses of food and three bottles of wine between them. Pat copies you and kneels by his Mistress. Chrissie to demonstrate to Denise her superiority to you throws you the odd morsel of food which she expects you to eat from the floor. This delights Denise who immediately does the same to Pat. He groans to himself as he follows your lead and eats from the floor too. He has a nasty feeling that this evening his Mistress is going to get lots of new ideas on ways to torment him and make his life a misery.
As each course is finished you clear the plates away scraping the leftover food into the dog bowl. As soon as Chrissie and Denise are finished Chrissie tells you that you can now eat your meal. Absolutely starving you quickly obey, putting the bowl on the floor by her feet and lapping up the food from it as quickly as you can using your mouth. The squeal of delight that comes from Denise and the revolted gasp that escapes from Pat do not even register in your brain as you try and eat as much food as you can before Chrissie kicks the bowl away from you. Earlier in your slavery you would have been mortified and humiliated to be on your knees eating from a dog bowl in front of other people, but the hunger that gnaws constantly inside you these days makes any feelings of humiliation insignificant. Your only concern is to eat as much as possible because you don’t know when your next meal will be.
You get to eat half the leftovers from their meal before the bowl is kicked away. Desperate to eat the rest but not daring to, you pick the bowl up from the floor and throw the rest of the scraps into the bin before opening the utility room door and letting Prince into the room. You drop to your knees again and wait while the dog enthusiastically greets the newcomers to his home. Once he’s calmed down Chrissie gives him the order ‘Clean’.
Immediately he trots over to you and licks off the food stuck to your face. This does humiliate you, although the dog has done it numerous times to you, you still hate the degradation and the fact that Denise is open mouthed in amazement at the spectacle and Pat’s face registering his revulsion makes you flush red with embarrassment.
Catching the expression on Pat’s face from the corner of her eye Denise laughs.
‘I wouldn’t bother feeling repulsed if I were you Pat because I think from now on you are going to be fed the same way, and maybe we should get a dog!’
Great, absolutely fucking great, thinks Pat. Why should he be forced to undergo such humiliation, when he isn’t even a real slave? If Chrissie wants to treat her slave like that then that’s up to her, after all you obviously deserve to be treated like shit, otherwise you wouldn’t have been sold into slavery, but all he’s done was fall in love with a gorgeous woman. He is more than happy to submit to Denise in the bedroom because he is he admitted to himself sexually submissive, but that had fuck all to do with eating slops from a fucking dog bowl and then having your face cleaned by a dog which had probably only moments earlier been licking its balls and arse!
‘I’m impressed so far Chrissie, I can tell he’s a real slave and not playing at it. I can see in his eyes he’s lost any spark he might once have had. He really is just a shell of a man isn’t he?!’
‘Yeah I guess he is, but I have to tell you Denise I’ve dated some real bastards in my time and the difference between being in fear of your man, trying to keep him sweet incase he flies into a rage ending up with you black and blue from a beating, to having a man that you can beat and abuse as much as you like, knowing that he has to just sit there and take it is absolutely unbelievable. This piece of shit is my pay back to all those guys who dared to mistreat me in the past. And God don’t I just love it!’
Just to prove her power over you she calls you to heel like a dog then punches you hard in the mouth splitting your lower lip instantly. The punch snaps your head back and brings involuntary tears to your eyes. Your instinct is to put your hand to your mouth to assess the damage, but by now you know better than to follow your instincts. You lower your head again and remain kneeling in front of her allowing the blood from your lip to trickle down your face and onto the apron still tied round your waist.
Both Denise and Pat are in awe as Chrissie snaps the order for you to clean yourself up and get on with the dishes and you immediately comply.
Imperiously Chrissie rises from the dining table knowing that she has gone up a few notches in her friend’s estimation with her treatment of you and your acceptance of it.
As Pat makes a move to follow Denise back into the living room, she turns round to him
‘And where the fuck do you think you are going? Incase you hadn’t noticed Pat you are MY slave. I may not have paid money for you and you may not wear a slave collar – yet, but don’t think you can take liberties. Do you really think you can sit around on your arse while there is work to be done in our host’s kitchen?’
‘No Ma,am. I’m sorry. Of course I will help umm…the slave clean up’.
‘Yeah I suggest you do that if you don’t want to be punished. Oh and while I think about it once you’ve cleaned up give me a shout and I’ll let you have a drink. In fact, if it’s okay with Chrissie you can both share your drink. It might be quite amusing to watch the pair of you lap up your piss from a dog bowl!’
With that parting comment Denise walks off to join Chrissie in the living room. While Pat’s face registers disgust again at the thought of having to drink from a bowl on the floor, your face is blank. You are way past being bothered about drinking piss no matter who it belongs to.
You are hoping though for the opportunity to talk to someone who is in touch with the outside world and hope that Pat will oblige.
Pat is the first to speak, not being quite so worried about being caught talking to you, after all he’s not been told by his Mistress not to talk to you so not being able to contain his curiosity he does.
‘Is it okay if I speak to you? I don’t want to get you into any trouble if you aren’t allowed to talk to me?’
‘Ja, I can speak to you, but I must be really careful and talk very quietly because if she catches me I cannot imagine what I will suffer at her hands. I am Roy and I think you are Pat. Ja?’
‘Yes I’m Pat and as you can guess I’m kind of a slave to that bitch I came with, but I somehow think that I’ve got it really easy compared to you! How did you get to end up being sold into slavery?’
‘You know that I was sold into slavery?’
‘Yes I know some things about you; they were talking about you yesterday. I know that you are from the Netherlands and that your previous Owner, according to your Mistress, was very lazy training you and you were behaving like a free man, so your Mistress took over ownership of you…..’
‘My friend, the only part of that which is true is my country. My story is a long one and we do not have much time, but I do not want you to think that my Mistress is lazy or any of the other things that she must have said about her, that fucking bitch!’
Confused Pat says ‘Sorry, maybe you didn’t understand me. I didn’t say your Mistress is lazy I said….’
‘Ja, I know what you said, I did not misunderstand. That whore who sits in there laughing with your Mistress is not my Mistress, she stole me from my real Mistress.’
Intrigued he asks you to continue with your story, which you do, telling him as quickly as you can how you were kidnapped and bought by your former lover, and how you ended up where you are now.
Pat’s jaw almost hits the floor in both horror and morbid fascination at your story. He feels sick as you tell him some of the punishments you have endured, explaining how your back ended up being a mass of welts and lacerations.
‘Jesus Roy, I can’t believe you’ve been through all that and you didn’t even commit any crime!! I’m sure it’s illegal to keep you in slavery. Maybe your real Mistress has forged documents. I really can’t believe a European who hasn’t committed a serious crime can be kept like an animal. Listen, a friend of mine back in the States is a lawyer. I’m going to see what I can do to help you. I swear to God I will do all I can to set you free.’
‘You would do that for me? Why? You don’t know me and I can’t pay you.’
‘I don’t want your money, that’s not why I want to help you. I feel fucking miserable being stuck with Denise and having to cater to her sick whims, but I ended up being her ‘slave’ through my own fault, and there is a little part of me, sick though you will think it is, that enjoys being her sex ‘slave’ but your slavery is real and has nothing to do with sexual perversions. I just can’t imagine what hell you are going through; and as a human being I couldn’t live with my conscience, now that I have met you, if I let your hell continue without trying to do something about it.’
Before you can talk further a shout from the living room makes you both jump.
‘What the fuck are you two doing in there? Get those bloody dishes done and get your lazy arses in here pronto!’
You know what is going to happen now. The two women, both drunk by now, will want to be entertained and you have no doubt that you and Pat will be providing the entertainment. You can’t help but feel sorry for Pat as he has absolutely no idea of the humiliations and possible pain he is about to be put through, for the amusement of Chrissie and Denise.
‘I’m sorry Pat.’
Not understanding he says ‘Sorry for what?’
‘I’m sorry for anything that might happen tonight to you. If I am ordered to do anything to you I want you to know that I am sorry for it.’
Pat’s face turns pale as he realises the implications of what you are saying, but he isn’t given a chance to answer as the sound of footsteps along the hall stops him replying.
By the time the two women reach the kitchen you are both on your knees, with your hands clasped behind your bowed heads.
Giggling, Denise seems pleased that Pat has copied you, in kneeling subserviently. She thinks that perhaps she ought to hang around a few days with Chrissie to see what other tricks Pat can pick up from you.
Your heart sinks as Chrissie asks Denise if she’d like a tour of the shed at the bottom of the garden.
Denise laughs ‘why on earth would I want to look round a garden shed? I’d much rather have a tour of the house and the slave quarters!’
Chrissie joins in the laughter as she explains that the garden shed is the slave quarters and where she keeps lots of ‘toys’ to amuse herself with, at the expense of her slave of course.
At this point Pat’s heart also sinks, and he also feels sick at the thought that he could be about to experience some of the hideous tortures that you have already been through. Knowing what Denise can be like when she has been drinking fills Pat with dread, especially as it seems she will have lots of ‘equipment’ at her disposal to torment him with. He really wishes he had never left those pictures of chastity devices on his laptop for Denise to find. How fucking stupid was he, to really think that his fantasy of being locked up by a beautiful woman would actually play out the way he dreamt of. When he got back home he was not only going to try and free you, he was going to overcome his own humiliation at wearing a chastity device by getting it cut off, by the fire brigade if he had to, so that he too could be free of his own beautiful but vicious Mistress, and get back to a normal life.
But for the rest of this evening he had no choice but to be the plaything of these two evil minded women.
While you are dragged along on all fours by your collar and leash through the garden to the shed, Pat follows with Denise in his borrowed dog collar and leash. It seems Prince is quite happy to share with him!
As the door to the shed is opened and the light turned on by Chrissie, Denise opens her mouth in surprise at the size of the room, she was expecting just an average garden shed, but this stone built room is almost the size of a garage! At the same time Pat opens his mouth in horror at the site of all the equipment. He is not going to have a pleasant evening…….
Chapter 26
So Denise, what would you like to try first?
Both Roy and Pat thought that was a pretty stupid question considering Denise wouldn’t be trying anything. Why didn’t Chrissie just ask them which torture they fancied having inflicted on them first!
‘Oh my God!! I just don’t know. It’s like being in a sweet shop with too many sweets to choose from!’
‘Ok, well I have an idea. It’s a game we can play, I played it with my slave the other day and he really enjoyed it! We could have a competition. The winner gets to choose a punishment for the other one’s slave. What do you think?’
‘Fantastic idea!’ agreed Denise, before she even found out what the game was. After all, she wasn’t really bothered about losing, whether Pat was bothered about her losing was irrelevant.
Roy had an idea what was about to happen and was proved right as both him and Pat were strung up by their arms to eyebolts hanging from the shed roof’s rafters. Pat’s left leg and Roy’s right were tied together and secured to an eyebolt in the floor with rope and their other legs were stretched wide and also secured to eyebolts. Luckily for Pat (thought Denise) and unluckily for Pat (he thought) Denise was carrying the key to his CB on a chain around her neck, she quickly removed it when Chrissie told her to, curious to know why.
Chrissie deciding that your cock wouldn’t be able to withstand having more weight hanging from it in such a short space of time came up with a variation to her original game. Picking up some garden twine she showed Denise how to wrap it tightly round the top of Pat’s ball sac several times, so that his balls were stretched. It was then tied off with a small loop left hanging. She then allowed Denise to do the same to you. Denise who liked to wear long false fingernails made no attempt to avoid scratching your balls as she wound the twine around them. Your face remained neutral as a bucket was hung from the loop, while Pat’s was a picture of fear. As soon as the bucket was attached, he just knew that something heavy was going to go into it.
There was another new twist to the game. Mindful that Pat mustn’t have lots of cuts and bruises on his body Chrissie decides to use water instead of stones to weigh down the buckets.
Filling up two further buckets with water she explains the rules to Denise. ‘Ok, we fill the slave’s buckets with water until their balls are really stretched and then………………we wait.’
‘Uh, wait for what?’ asks Denise
‘We wait for the first slave to beg us to remove the bucket. The owner of the winning slave gets to choose a punishment for the other’s slave. It’s such an easy game, and I love it!’
‘Ok, I’m up for that! And just to make it more exciting why don’t we say that the losing Mistress also has to eat the other’s pussy?’
‘You’re on!!’
Both Mistresses and slaves really hope the other loses!
Both you and Pat are forced to count out loud each pint of water that is poured into the buckets, also thanking your Mistresses each time. You can’t see Pat’s face as you are both tortured, but you can hear the shakiness in his voice as the buckets get heavier and heavier. Although you feel the pain just as much as him, you have had plenty of time to condition your mind to it and maybe because of that your pain threshold has increased. You know without a doubt that you can easily win this game, and you know that Chrissie knows it too. If you dare to pretend to lose, making her look stupid and forcing her to eat her friend’s pussy into the bargain you can be pretty sure that once you are on your own again with her, you will pay for it. So much as you want to help your new friend, who has promised to help set you free, you daren’t for fear of Chrissie’s reprisal.
It takes a mere five minutes before Pat is sobbing for release. Denise looks hugely disappointed at his pathetic loss of the game. Chrissie beams with pleasure and anticipation.
‘Looks like your slave needs a bit more training Denise!’ she smirks ‘now I get to choose his punishment, while you get to eat me out. What do you want to do first, his punishment or my pleasure?’
Denise pissed off at Pat says ‘your pleasure I think Chrissie. Pat can wait for his punishment.’
Horrified and desperate as he realises that the bucket isn’t going to be removed until Denise has forfeited her tongue to Chrissie’s pleasure, he starts crying out loud, alternating between begging to be released and threatening to tell her father what she’s been doing to him; if she doesn’t let him go. He is soon silenced with a fat penis gag.
Both of you are forced to remain hanging helplessly by your arms with the agony of stretched limbs and balls; while Chrissie sits on the edge of a table with her legs stretched wide waiting for Denise to kneel between her legs with her eager tongue to take her to heaven.
Soon Denise’s tongue is flicking expertly over Chrissie’s clit with gentle circular movements arousing her so much that her pussy is quickly soaking wet. Her tongue moves lower to the folds of her pussy lips, where she uses her teeth as well as her tongue to tease her friend to the edge of orgasm. No part of her pussy is left untouched by Denise’s probing tongue. It probes deep into her cunt as well as forcing its way into her tightly closed anus. Both of them breathe heavily as they become more and more aroused, until Chrissie reaches such a pitch that she begs her friend to fuck her brains out.
Denise obliges by quickly donning an 10” strap on, instructing Chrissie to finger herself while she puts it on, so that she can keep herself at the peak of excitement. Both of you despite the agonising pain in your arms and balls can’t take your eyes off the scene in front of you. Girl on girl sex is the secret fantasy of 99 if not 100% of straight men and you two are no different.
You both watch as Chrissie lies back and Denise positions herself between her friend’s legs, fake cock bobbing in front of her. Putting her fingers into Chrissie’s wet cunt she uses the fluid left on her fingers to lubricate the shaft of her ‘cock’. Chrissie groans with pleasure as it slides effortlessly into her. Placing her hands on Chrissie’s thighs for leverage Denise thrusts her ‘cock’ deep into her, and then moves rapidly in and out to bring her friend to a quick climax. Both of you watch fascinated, torn between wanting the lesbian sex to go on and on and wanting it to stop so that the pain in your bodies can also stop.
It’s quite clear when Chrissie has her orgasm. She screams and thrashes about on the table. Both women drunk and excited decide to see how many orgasms Chrissie can have before she begs Denise to stop. It takes another half an hour for her to squeeze out a further six more orgasms, during which time Pat has fainted and you are almost at the end of your endurance.
Finally her pleasure and your torture are over. You collapse in a heap on the floor clutching your balls to try and ease the burning pain in them. Pat has to be woken with bucket of cold water thrown over his head and a few slaps to his face. The gag removed from his mouth, he immediately starts sobbing again as fresh waves of pain stab at his balls.
Neither of you is given much respite before Pat’s punishment starts. The only break he gets is the time it takes you to lick Chrissie’s thighs and pussy clean from her cum fluids.
Chrissie decides that Pat’s punishment will be to receive a whipping, with a rubber hose so that it doesn’t break the skin. However, it is a whipping with a difference. If he is quick on his feet, or rather if he is quick on his hands and knees at ‘running’ he can escape the feel of the hose on his back.
Denise squeals with delight as she realises that her slave’s punishment is also the start of another game. Pat’s heart and yours both sink as you realise that for one of you to avoid pain the other one must suffer it. For the game, as Chrissie laughingly explains is for you to have a long piece of rope tied to your balls with the other end of it being tied round Pat’s ankle. Then with Denise on your back you have to chase after Pat, getting close enough for Denise to wield the rubber hose in the direct of his back, while Pat has to ‘run’ on all fours to get away from you both. The fun part, as far as the two women are concerned, is that for Pat to have enough distance between his Mistress (and you) to avoid the rubber hose the rope must be taut, which means that it will pull your ball sac away from your body, yet again stretching it mercilessly and painfully. And for you to avoid going through that agony you must ensure that you stay close enough to Pat to keep the rope loose, which also will give Denise the opportunity to rain blows down on his back. It’s a no win situation for both of you.
Both Chrissie and Denise fall about laughing hysterically at the new torture they are about to inflict on you both.
You work out immediately that you are at a disadvantage, with Denise’s weight on your back it is going to be difficult to run on all fours fast enough to keep up with Pat. After the first lap of the shed with your balls being almost ripped from your body and Denise being extremely disappointed that she couldn’t land any blows on Pat’s back Chrissie realises that she needs to even things up between you, so she hobbles Pat by putting leg irons round his ankles.
The game more even, you still have to put a huge effort into hauling yourself and your heavy burden round the shed, trying to keep close enough to Pat so that he gets whipped as much as possible. Although you feel guilty; after all he has promised to help try and free you, in any games dreamt up by the ‘witches of Eastwick’ it’s every man for himself.
The game comes to an end when Denise finally falls off your back, having unbalanced herself by over-reaching with the hose in her excitement.
You are both allowed to remove the garden twine from your balls and have a 5 minute break while the women both empty their wine filled bladders into the now empty buckets, and discuss the next game. Once they’ve finished peeing you are both ordered to lick their pussies dry; as surprise, surprise there is no toilet paper in the shed. You are then given a drink to refresh you, although as you and Pat would both agree if you could talk to each other drinking piss from a bucket is not very refreshing at all. For the novelty value you both have to guess which Mistress’ pee you have just drunk. To you they both taste similar, but Pat who has much more experience of drinking Denise’s pee than you have of Chrissie’s recognises the taste of his Mistress’ pee immediately, even though it is heavily laced with the taste of red wine. So he guesses right while you guess wrong. Chrissie is furious that you fail to recognise her taste, and rewards you with a couple of lashes to your back with the rubber hose.
The final game, as the women have decided it will be, as the effects of the wine are making them tired is to fuck either yours or Pat’s arses. They had originally intended that they would both fuck each of you using strap ons, but their energy has been sapped by the joint effects of the wine and the earlier fucking. So they have decided that one of you will fuck the other, but to decide who fucks who there needs to be a loser, and to have a loser there needs to be a competition.
So…this time you are both set to task to do anything you can to bring your respective Mistresses to orgasm. The first one to orgasm is the winner and her slave gets to choose whether he wants to fuck the other or be fucked. Not a very pleasant choice either way!
At this task you are both evenly matched, both knowing how to hit the spot to make your Mistress cum quickly. You do have the disadvantage though that Chrissie has already cum several times so it will take more effort to take her back to the same state of arousal that Denise took her to. It is a close run thing but as Chrissie is one helluva horny bitch you win – just.
This gives you the unenviable task of choosing whether to fuck Pat or be fucked by him. It’s a hideous choice to make and when it comes to it you just can’t make the choice, until Chrissie helps you decide by describing exactly what she will do to you if you don’t make a choice within the next 5 seconds.
Your choice made you wait with trepidation as the dildo is strapped on. Then both of you stand; as instructed, against the table one behind the other. Waiting, not moving until told to begin the one act that is more humiliating and sickening than anything you have had to endure so far. It fills you both with horror that you are being forced to do this thing that is so against your natures, and that it is two people who are supposed to be the weaker sex, who are forcing you to do this degrading act is even more humiliating. You are both physically stronger than both women, and yet you have no choice but to submit to their perverted games.
As Denise gives the order, you bend over the table trembling, terrified of being violated by another man. Scared as you are, you know that you have made the right choice to be the one to be buggered. Your life is worth nothing and you know that at some point in your miserable existence Chrissie is going to force you to have sex with other guys anyway, so what is the point in putting Pat through such a traumatic experience just to delay your own inevitable experience.
Pat while grateful that you have given him the least painful role doesn’t feel any less revolted at what he does have to do. He fumbles with the dildo, trying to force it in your arse. Although you try to relax your muscles to make it as painless as possible, the whole situation you have found yourself in makes it impossible, and every time the strap on approaches your tightly closed arse bud you clench your muscles trying to deny it access. Eventually Pat lubricates the dildo by spitting on his hands and rubbing them up and down the cock, then with a deep breath he holds the tip against your bud and forces his way in, making you gasp in both shock and pain at the sudden brutal entry. Your legs start shaking and you have to grip the edge of the table hard to stop yourself from crying with the pain and humiliation as Pat reluctantly pushes the ‘cock’ in and out or your arse.
To make it more fun, Denise announces that she wants you to wank yourself off in rhythm with the pounding your arse is receiving. You both have to keep going until you cum. As you can only go at the speed which Pat sets, you find it impossible to make yourself cum. The fact that you are feeling sick from being violated by another man doesn’t help as there is no way on earth you feel remotely horny.
After ten minutes watching you the women get bored and as it’s getting late they want to go to bed. So, realising that you aren’t going to cum this side of Christmas, they tell Pat to stop. They have achieved what they set out to do, and that was to have fun at yours and Pat’s expense and they achieved that so they aren’t upset that you didn’t cum.
As a final bit of fun they decide that you can both sleep together. Making you both stand up, with the dildo still inside your arse, they bind you to each other at the chest, waist, buttocks, thighs and calves with masking tape. Then they bind your hands in front of you and wrap Pat’s arms around you and bind them together. Once they are satisfied that you can’t free yourselves they lower you both to the floor. They don’t really care whether you manage to sleep or not, they just think it is funny to leave you like that for the night.
Leaving the light on, ensuring that you don’t get much sleep they leave you both to enjoy each other’s company while they retire to bed. Although they don’t intend to get much sleep either. Still on a high from their games with you they intend to spend the whole night fucking…………
Chapter 27
While you are being put through your paces by Chrissie I have spent my time trying to forget you exist – albeit unsuccessfully. After spending that first night crying over you I realised that I have to move on. I have heard nothing from Chrissie since I signed you over to her and though I have picked up the telephone a couple of times to call her I have put it back down again. It would not be fair to her to constantly phone her to check up on you. If there were problems I am sure she would ring me. I do feel sad though, because now that you are living with her I can no longer just drop by her house with a bottle of wine and a chick flick for us to watch, or just drop in to catch up on the gossip. Not only have I lost, for the second time, the man I love, I have also lost my best friend.
A couple of times I have been out clubbing with other friends and picked up guys and taken them home, hoping to numb the pain by losing myself in another man’s arms. But it just isn’t the same. I have become so used to having a bonded man in my bed eager to please me in every way that having sex with a free man is just not exciting. I have become so accustomed to having you spend hours between my legs pleasuring me with your tongue, or worshipping my feet whilst expecting nothing in return that it is a shock to sleep with a man who sees foreplay as a chore and is only interested in his own pleasure. Each time I have had another man in my bed I have lain there completely unsatisfied, crying myself to sleep after they have gone. Being left sexually frustrated and disillusioned with men in general I stop going out with my friends and refuse to take any calls.
Sitting at home feeling sorry for myself one day my thoughts drift back to you. I can’t help but remember that you were a pretty unselfish lover, even as a free man. You always made sure that I was satisfied before taking your own pleasure. Perhaps that’s why I fell in love with you. But I realise that I am looking at you through rose tinted glasses. If things had been that perfect between us you would never have left me the first time round, and let’s face it the only reason you stayed the second time was because you had no choice. You are a slave with nowhere to run. And if you really had grown to care about me this time then you would never have done what you did to my friend.
Thinking back to when I took you to the pub and Chrissie was being very ‘friendly’ towards you has made me wonder whether you were unfaithful to me years ago with her. I know she has an insatiable appetite for men and perhaps you were one of those she took to her bed. I always assumed that as we were friends she would never steal my boyfriends but perhaps I was wrong. I’m also starting to wonder whether you were having consensual sex the night you were caught with her, and she cried rape because she was afraid of my reaction. Even after giving you a second chance you still betrayed me. Have I been a fool I wonder?
I need to talk to someone about it and decide to phone Maritje from the auction house, who has become a good friend, and is also the only one apart from Chrissie that knows I own a slave; so will understand what I am going through.
She listens sympathetically; as she understands that many Owners become emotionally attached to their slaves. She is also shocked at what happened.
‘I must say Tracey that I am really surprised that your slave has done such a terrible thing. From the conversations I listened to when he was here he certainly seemed devoted to you. I remember that he even made his friend promise to take care of you and not hurt you in anyway if he ended up under your ownership, and when he begged me to help free him he told me how much he loved you, so to find out that he attempted to rape your friend sounds very unlike him. But I suppose we also have to remember what he did to you so perhaps that side of him was still simmering below the surface and hadn’t been erased as we thought. I know you have said that you are going to take him back when his time with your friend is up, but I really think you ought to consider selling him for real. I would be more than happy to put him through another auction for you. I think he needs to be firmly controlled and I know of a couple of men who would be just right to own him.’
‘I think perhaps you are right Maritje. I wish to God that I had never set eyes on him. Twice now he has broken my heart and I can’t go through that again. I just wish it was easy to forget about him. I can’t stand feeling so unhappy.’
After a short pause Maritje says ‘I think I may have just the thing to cheer you up actually.’
My curiosity aroused I ask what she means.
‘Do you remember your slave’s friend? Dennis I think he used to be called in his free life.’
I definitely remember him! I used him regularly to pleasure me while you were at the auction house to make you jealous.
‘Yes, I remember him, who wouldn’t! He is an extremely attractive slave with a body to die for! What about him?’
‘Well as luck would have it his Owner has been posted abroad for six months with her job and she can’t take him with her, so she has offered his services to me while she is away. She never said that I couldn’t lend him out to anyone, and as long as he isn’t harmed in any way I’m more than happy to lend him to you, to help cheer you up.’
Stunned I ask ‘Are you being serious?’
‘Of course I am, I wouldn’t mention it if I wasn’t’
‘I – I don’t know what to say’
Laughing Maritje says ‘Just say yes, thanks very much for the offer when can I collect him?’
‘Well if you’re sure, then I gratefully accept your offer! When can I collect him?!’
Laughing Maritje replies ‘I have a ladies evening planned for tonight so I’ll have him prepared for you after that, so if you want to drop by on Thursday he will be ready for you then. Actually, why don’t you come to the party tonight. I think you might enjoy it, as I have arranged something special for us to watch, which I guarantee will leave you highly aroused!’
Intrigued as to what it could possibly but not sure if I really want to return to the auction house for a ladies get together, incase it reminds me of the times I attended when you were there I hesitate to accept her offer.
She senses my reluctance and assures me that I will be enjoying myself so much I won’t have time to think about you.
‘Ok, I’ll come, thanks for inviting me.’
‘No problem I will see you at seven.’
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Arriving at the auction house I knock on the door and wait nervously. I’m not really sure that this is a good idea. But before I have a chance to change my mind the door opens on well oiled hinges to reveal a Roman Gladiator standing before me.
My jaw dropping open in surprise all I can say is ‘oh my God!’
‘Please ma’am come in and let me take your jacket for you.’
Completely speechless but heart racing at seeing a secret fantasy standing before me I manage to close my mouth and hand over my jacket as I step into the hall.
Following him through to the mansion’s large drawing room I soon notice that the men – all slaves – are dressed in either gladiatorial or ancient Roman Army uniforms. My heart gives an involuntary lurch as I take in the sight of so many muscular and tanned men dressed so sexily. It is ironic that the Romans would dress their gladiators in such masculine and commanding clothes yet they, on the whole were slaves, only allowed to live so that they could die ‘in battle’ in an arena for the pleasure of their bloodthirsty owners. I remember the first time I watched the film ‘Gladiator’ with Russell Crowe as the leading man. Never has there been a more powerful and sexy man to wear a skirt! How many hours did I spend lying in my bed dreaming of him sweeping me off my feet and taking me to be his woman? And now here this evening at the auction house, for my pleasure and the pleasure of all the other women present are numerous men dressed in the very costumes that I find so horny, ready and waiting to do my bidding. Perhaps I will be able to forget about you and enjoy myself for a few hours after all.
‘Welcome Tracey, please don’t stand there in the doorway, come in!’ Maritje’s voice calls from where she is reclining on a chaise lounge by an open fire, with a young slave, still in his teens judging by the spots on his face, kneeling in front of her with one fine silk stocking clad foot in his mouth and the other resting on his cock and balls.
Stepping through the doorway I pick up a glass of rioja from a tray resting on the back of a kneeling slave, whose role this evening is to be the drinks trolley and make my way over to Maritje.
‘Thanks for inviting me Maritje. I’ve spent too much time at home on my own wallowing in self pity. I promise not to be a misery this evening. In fact I think I’m going to have a very enjoyable evening. I can’t believe how you have dressed your slaves. They look amazing and I have to confess that being swept off my feet by a Roman Gladiator has long been a secret fantasy of mine!’
Grinning Maritje replies ‘I’m glad you approve! It is rather erotic I must admit being surrounded by so many muscular and ‘manly’ men, knowing that although they look commanding they are in fact ours to command and they will obey. Now tell me Tracey, would you like to have Dennis serve you exclusively this evening to see how you get along, or would you rather sample the delights of some of the other slaves on offer this evening?’
‘Well I’m not really sure to be honest. Seeing so many gorgeous beasts makes me feel like a kid in a sweet shop, so many sweets to choose from I don’t know what to pick!’
‘Ok, why don’t you just relax and let all the slaves serve you. I won’t let Dennis service any of the others sexually, he will be left for you to use when you are ready, is that alright with you?’
‘Yes, yes of course it is. Thank you very much for being so kind to me.’
As I move away to look for somewhere to sit a gong is struck by a male slave dressed in a toga, signalling that dinner is about to be served. The ladies are helped to their feet and led on the arms of their chosen ‘gladiator’ into the dining room. As soon as each lady is sitting her ‘gladiator’ stands to attention behind her. Trailing along behind them I move to take my own place at the table. Immediately a spare gladiator rushes over and pulls out the chair for me. Once I am seated he takes his place behind me. Tonight’s centre piece on the table is an oiled and very muscular black man, his skin almost the colour of ebony. Many of the ladies, myself included stare in fascination at his cock which has one end of a pink ribbon tied tightly round the shaft just behind the head, with the other end of the ribbon stretching his cock upwards towards the ceiling with the end tied off to the chandelier hanging above the table. But that is not why any of us are staring at it. It is the size of his cock that we can’t believe. It has to be at least 10 inches long, even in its flaccid state, it is absolutely enormous! A couple of the women shuffle uncomfortably in their seats as a vision goes through their minds of how big that cock must be when it’s hard, and what it would be like to be impaled on it.
Dinner is wonderful as always. Maritje certainly has some highly skilled slaves amongst her collection. One, I found out later was once a top London chef with his own string of restaurants. Unfortunately he also liked to drink and lost everything because of his alcoholism; his wife, children, home and business. When Maritje came across him he was almost a ‘down and out’ in the gutter. She offered him a job and promised to help him beat his drink problem. What she didn’t tell him was that he would have no choice but to stop drinking once he entered her home and her world. He was of course impressed when he saw the size of the house, and his eyes lit up when he saw the fabulously laid out and well stocked kitchen where he would be working. It could easily pass for a professional kitchen in a top London restaurant. Maritje led him to believe that she ran the house as a home from home for extremely wealthy guests who needed a break away from their stressful lives. Although that was true, it wasn’t the whole truth. She ‘forgot’ to tell him about what the guests did to relax and enjoy themselves, and of course she never told him about the slave auctions.
The first night of his stay she treated him as an honoured guest; carefully keeping away any slaves from him, as she didn’t want to give him any inkling of the real business she ran from ‘home’. He went to bed a happy man, believing Maritje to be his salvation. By morning when he woke the realisation that things weren’t quite what he believed them to be came when he found himself in a completely different type of room to the one he went to bed in. Gone were the luxurious fixtures and fittings, and in their place a plain metal framed single bed screwed to the floor, with a thin blanket and bare stone walls and no window. In shock he tried to jump off the bed and race to the door, only to find that he couldn’t - he was chained by one ankle to the bed.
For several weeks he endured ‘cold turkey’ as he was denied the alcohol his body desperately craved. In all that time no one spoke to him, slaves came and went with his food and he was given a bowl of fresh water each day to wash himself and clean his teeth. A bucket served his basic needs. Apart from that small contact with other human beings he was left to endure his own private hell. When his body had finally overcome his addiction Maritje freed him from his cell and allowed him to take a luxurious bath with scented oils and female slaves to wash him. There were however, two burly males in attendance incase he got any funny ideas about overpowering the women and making a bid for freedom. Washed, shaved and his hair cut short he felt human again, and ready to believe that the hell Maritje had put him through was purely to help him beat his addiction. He wasn’t prepared to be told that he was in fact now a slave, and would be kept at the house as a chef to cook for all her dinner parties etc. Providing that he did as he was told, she told him, there would be no need to whip him but she expected complete and total obedience. Of course, as he was a well known face in public, he would never be able to leave the house again but she promised to take care of him - if he behaved.
Although he was a gifted chef he was a weak man and realising the hopelessness of his situation, he reluctantly agreed. He was told that the slave collar that had been locked around his neck would ensure that he got no further than the front and back doors of the house, so there was no point trying to escape. Leg irons were also locked around his ankles, but his wrists were kept unfettered for practical reasons. He did once foolishly test the collar and found that as soon as he opened the kitchen door and stepped outside a shock went through his whole body, making him collapse to the ground in agony, his body shaking as if having an epileptic fit. It only stopped when he was dragged back inside by one of the other slaves. Needless to say he didn’t try to escape again. Instead he worked hard and soon came to realise that with hard work came rewards.
With time he earned some personal luxuries. He was given his own bedroom in the attic with a small adjoining bathroom. He was also allowed after a couple of years to have a portable TV and radio in his bedroom, so that he could keep in touch with the outside world. At some point every day the shocking device in his collar would be disabled and he would be escorted out of the house and chained with a long length of chain to a ring set in the stonework of the house, so that he could get fresh air and exercise if he wanted to. He also had use of the slave’s gym as Maritje expected him to be physically fit. She had a deep disgust of fat unhealthy men.
After five years as Maritje’s slave he had found contentment with his life, no longer resenting his slavery but eventually coming to look upon it as his salvation. Without Maritje he would surely be lying dead in a gutter by now; a broken and defeated man. He was even given more freedom within his slavery, having free access to the whole house and grounds, and not once did he abuse that freedom, he had come to be grateful to Maritje for saving his life, and was now devoted to her. Without her he knew he had no life.
After dinner we all retired again to the drawing room to rest and gossip whilst we let our magnificent meal settle. Everyone was far too full to even contemplate any strenuous activities with the men at our disposal. Not that any of the slaves were complaining, they were mostly relieved that their most arduous duties for the next hour were re-filling the ladies glasses and foot massage. Those with nothing to do knelt submissively at their given Mistress’ feet.
At the sound of the gong being struck Maritje clapped her hands in delight whilst the rest of us looked curiously at her, knowing that the gong signalled the start of the evening’s entertainment and wondering what she had planned. I had an idea what was going to happen and was proved correct when we all traipsed into the large ballroom, where previously I had watched you cage fighting in an attempt to win your freedom.
The room had been set up to resemble a mini amphitheatre. Benches with cushions on them were arranged at a safe distance around the outside of the ‘pit’. Everyone would have a good view of the ‘gladiators’ who had been chosen to fight for our entertainment without risking coming to harm themselves. A couple of the more genteel women were not too keen on watching slaves fighting each other, especially if it was to the death as in Roman times. Although they were slave owners and recognised that some physical punishment was necessary in order to ensure a slave’s obedience, they didn’t believe in unnecessary violence or abuse of those men forced into slavery.
As they were about to excuse themselves from the entertainment Maritje walked into the centre of the arena.
‘Welcome to all of you. I hope that you will enjoy the surprise entertainment that I have laid on for you all. I know that there are some amongst you this evening who may find the entertainment distasteful or even upsetting, and you are of course free to leave and enjoy instead other types of pleasure on offer this evening. But for those of you who haven’t attended this type of event here before I would like to reassure you that although the slaves you will see shortly are fighting each other for real they are all, each and every one of them volunteers. There is of course a reward for the winner, and each of those fighting is doing so because he wants to win that reward. I also want to reassure you that this is not a fight to the death as in olden times. Each gladiator you will see is equipped with real armour but the sword and gladius he fights with are made from wood. There will be no blood shed this evening.’
Only one woman after hearing Maritje’s opening speech decides to leave and return to the drawing room. Although she isn’t particularly bothered about watching men fight, the thought of having several slaves all to herself for the next hour or so is much more appealing.
The rest of us remain seated waiting with anticipation for the first combatants. It is clear from the way they move and avoid each other’s weapons that the slaves have been practising for this evening. This is no amateur fight, each gladiator although not necessarily powerfully built is skilled in the use of their chosen weapon. It is when the third pair of gladiators enter the arena that I really sit up and pay attention. The more muscular of the two men preparing to fight is none other than Dennis. Raising an eyebrow in surprise I look at Maritje sitting a few feet away from me. She smiles in return knowing exactly what is going through my mind! I watch intently as both men battle it out, each trying to batter the other into submission. The sweat forming on Dennis’ tanned body and his taut rippling muscles send an unexpected thrill through me. I am aroused by him and can’t help but imagine what it would be like to have him in my bed.
Unsurprisingly Dennis wins overall and he kneels in the middle of the arena head bowed towards Maritje. Although it turned me on to watch Dennis fighting I am disappointed that he has won, assuming that, as before, he has been fighting for his freedom. It looks as if I won’t get to take him home for a few months after all. If anyone could make me forget about you and your betrayal it would have been him. I’m surprised therefore to find out that his reward is to spend one day and night as a ‘free’ man, although his freedom is restricted within the house and grounds of the estate. Although his slave collar (which like all the others is fitted with a shocking device to prevent him escaping the grounds) must remain around his neck, his wrists and ankles will be unfettered. His freedom also means that he can wear clothes and shoes and use any of the facilities available. He will in fact be treated as a guest, and waited on if he wishes by the other slaves.
I’m surprised that any of the slaves put themselves through so much in order to gain only 24 hours of restricted freedom. Surely the pain of being beaten through fighting isn’t worth it just to gain that small amount of freedom? When I look back later on my thoughts at that time I realise how naïve and insensitive I was. How the hell could I, a free woman, know what it is like to suffer being a slave to another human being? Of course they would volunteer to fight or do anything for their Masters and Mistresses just for the promise of even a small amount of freedom from the unending daily grind of suffering and humiliation.
Dennis chose to start his 24 hours of freedom from the following morning. It was already quite late and he knew that to have his freedom now would waste valuable time for him, as exhausted he knew that he would fall asleep as soon as he was given a bed to lie on. His decision made he was led away to shower and clean himself up.
Relieved that I wasn’t going to lose the opportunity to have him for myself I asked Maritje if I could make use of his services for the rest of the evening. Smiling she confirmed that of course I could, but if I was staying the night and intended to keep him with me then I must release him from whatever bondage I put him in at 8 o’clock in the morning. Blushing I promised that I would.
I had returned to the drawing room and drunk a few more glasses of wine, making myself a bit tipsy by the time Dennis had showered and changed. In the middle of a conversation with one of the other ladies, I didn’t notice at first that she was no longer listening to me but staring over my shoulder. When I realised I turned round to see what she was staring at. Right behind me Dennis was standing waiting patiently. My heart skipped a beat as I took in the ancient Roman army uniform he was wearing; just for me.
Before I could speak he took the glass of wine from my hand, passed it to a nearby slave and lifted me off my feet and into his arms before carrying me up the sweeping staircase to my bedroom.
Chapter 28
Entering one of the guest bedrooms my Roman slave laid me gently down on the edge of the king size four poster bed and then dropped to his knees.
‘Please Mistress may I speak?’
Feeling a little flustered at being swept off my feet, just as I had imagined in my daydreams I answer with a slightly shaky ‘yes, you may speak’.
‘Thank you Ma’am. Mistress Maritje has commanded that I am to be yours for the rest of the night. Please use me as you wish. If I displease you in any way Mistress Maritje has given her consent that you may punish me as if I were your own property. But I sincerely hope Ma’am that you will be more than satisfied with me.’
Knowing full well that he can’t fail to satisfy me physically I lift his head so that our eyes meet and reply ‘I’m sure you will be more than satisfactory, my roman slave.’
His first task is to gently remove my red satin peep toe shoes and bathe my hot and aching feet with his tongue. I feel a shiver of pleasure run down my spine as I perch on the edge of the bed and watch him; head bent over my raised foot intent on gliding his tongue over the soles of my feet, stopping every so often to push his tongue between my toes. Even though I know my feet must smell and taste of sweat from being imprisoned in shoes all evening it doesn’t seem to put Dennis off at all. From the smile on his face each time he glances up at me it appears that Dennis is enjoying the menial task given to him. It takes an hour before I finally tell him to stop. His tongue must be aching like hell but he doesn’t utter a single word of complaint, but then he would be well aware of the dangers of doing so.
Sitting back on his haunches he links his hands behind his head and looks to the floor to wait for my next command. I’m impressed that he seems so subservient, remembering the conversations he has had with you previously about using any opportunity to escape from his enslavement, but I suppose that he has spent enough time in slavery now to know the consequences of either disobedience or an escape attempt.
I take my time before giving him his next command, wanting to make the most of the opportunity to ‘drink in’ the sight of this gorgeous slave kneeling before me. I don’t think of him as a man, I’ve learnt the hard way the trouble that causes. From now on I intend that any slave I own will be considered by me to be merely property. I will never again make the mistake of treating slaves as human beings because they aren’t. But that doesn’t stop me from appreciating the fine specimen that is mine for the night, and hopefully for the next few months.
Knowing that he must be hot and uncomfortable wearing the Roman uniform I contemplate letting him remove it, but fuck it I think to myself, it turns me on to see him wearing it so he can keep it on all night, hot or not. I don’t bother to restrain him in any way; that would just restrict his movements and mean that I will have to do more work and tonight I don’t intend to do anything more strenuous than lie on the bed while my slave for the night pleasures me in every way possible. And pleasure me he does! For the first time since I lost you I am able to forget my pain and misery as Dennis takes me to the dizzy highs of orgasm again and again.
The feel of the ring piercing his cock inside me as he thrusts himself in and out with powerful movements is like nothing I’ve experienced before. The things he does with his tongue prove that he is a lover of women. Not for him the mechanical movements of a man forced to pleasure his Mistress. He really does enjoy making love to women, and it shows in everything he does. Perhaps, I muse to myself, foreign men are just better lovers than British men. He certainly succeeds where all those free men have failed; he makes me forget about you, if only for a brief time.
When I’m completely satiated, feeling exhausted from continuous orgasms I order Dennis to lie across the foot of the bed where I secure his hands to one post and his feet to the other. Then slipping under the silk covers of the huge four-poster I fall asleep with a smile on my face, leaving Dennis to lie awake, uncomfortable from the awkward way I have bound him to the pillars, and cold as his body starts cooling down after his strenuous exertions of the evening.
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The following morning I wake to a gentle knock at the door.
‘Come in’ I call in answer to the knock.
A male slave naked except for a metal cage imprisoning his cock enters bearing a tray with breakfast. He waits patiently while I sit up and make myself comfortable and then places the tray on the bed.
‘What time is it slave?’
‘It’s quarter to eight Ma’am.’
‘Oh, nearly time for you to spend some free time Dennis’ I say to him then turning back to the domestic slave I order him to remove the rope binding Dennis’ hands and feet before he leaves.
Dennis is relieved to be freed early from his uncomfortable position, as not only do his muscles feel cramped from being unable to move all night; his bladder is bursting, as I never gave him the opportunity to relieve himself the night before. However, his relief is short lived as I add that the slave must not release him until 8 o’clock on the dot. Both slaves are forced to remain motionless while I recline in bed enjoying my breakfast. At precisely 8 o’clock the domestic slave loosens the rope to allow Dennis his freedom.
Dennis slowly climbs off the bed stretching his arms and legs to relieve the cramp in them before asking permission to use the bathroom.
‘You don’t need to ask me to use the bathroom Dennis, you are a free man for the next 24 hours remember?’
‘Yes Ma’am I realise that I am free but it would still be rude of me to just use your personal bathroom without asking permission’.
‘Oh okay, of course you may use it and you may take a shower too if you wish.’
When he’s finished he returns to the bedroom wrapped only in a small towel that barely covers his manhood. Sitting on the edge of the bed he asks if he may speak frankly to me without fear of punishment once his freedom is over.
‘Dennis you are at this moment a free man. Whatever you do or say can’t be used against you later on, unless of course you break the law. What is it you want to say?’
‘As you know Ma’am your slave Roy is a good friend to me and I am curious to know why you have not brought him with you. Mistress Maritje has told me that I am to be your slave for the next six months. Has something happened to him? Do you still own him?’
Seeing the fleeting look of pain cross my face at the mention of your name, he hastily apologises for asking such a personal question and says that I do not have to answer him.
‘It’s okay Dennis, I don’t mind answering your question. Yes I do still own him, well sort of. I’m afraid that things went badly wrong. He forced himself on my best friend one evening, when I made the mistake of giving him some freedom. To cut a long story short his punishment, for which he should be extremely grateful, is to spend the next two years serving the woman he tried to rape. After that he will return to me, and I intend to sell him immediately.’
Stunned Dennis can’t believe that you would ever betray me like that, or attack a woman in such a horrendous way. Even though he knows about the horrific events that took you to the auction house in the first place he knows it was completely out of character for you and at that time you were under tremendous strain. He is absolutely certain that you would not rape one of my friends.
‘I can’t believe that he would do that Ma’am. I know Roy and, please forgive me for speaking of it, but I know what he did to you, and I know that what he did was because he couldn’t cope with the trauma of being captured and forced into slavery. I know that is no excuse for what he put you through but we spent many hours talking when we were here together and I know how much he loves you, and how much he hated himself for what he did to you. I think he will be tormented by the horror of his actions for the rest of his life. He would never again choose to hurt you. Please believe me he would never do anything to harm you or any of your friends. There must be some mistake.’
Giving a bitter laugh I reply ‘There’s no mistake. He was caught with his head between her legs, forcing himself on her. I saw how traumatised my friend was by the whole thing. There is no way he could ever deny that he forced himself on her. If he hadn’t been caught when he was I have no doubt he would actually have raped her.’
‘Can I ask who your friend was? Was it Miss Chrissie?’
Surprised and puzzled that you know of her I reply ‘yes it was her. How do you know her name, and why would you think it was her?’
‘Roy has spoken to me about her.’
‘Why would he talk to you about her? He hadn’t seen her for years, before the night he tried to rape her.’
Hesitantly he replies ‘I’m not sure if I should tell you what he told me. I don’t want to get him into any more trouble, but please believe me she is not the person you think she is.’
My curiosity aroused I ask him to explain what he means, promising that anything he tells me will not be used against you later on. Of course I don’t intend to keep that promise. I will use the information he gives me as I see fit. If it means you must receive further punishment then so be it.
Slowly he recounts the details of how you met Chrissie in a pub when you escaped and how upon finding out you were a slave she forced you to give her oral sex in her car before throwing you out and driving off. As I listen to the details I can’t believe what I’m hearing. Chrissie is my best friend; there is no way she would do that to me. But Dennis is adamant that you were not lying.
I lie there stunned at what I’ve just been told. My mind is in turmoil. Who do I believe? I don’t know, and I don’t know what to do about it. Do I ask Chrissie? But if I do and it was true, she would deny it and how could I ever prove it? I feel sick; my life is falling apart. I really wish I hadn’t asked him to explain what he meant. I had just about got over your betrayal and was ready to start afresh but now….??’
‘I’m sorry Ma’am to tell you what I have, but I would not have told you if I didn’t believe in my friend’s innocence. I think you are doing him a huge injustice. He loves you with all his heart and would never willingly do anything to hurt you, physically or emotionally. He told me that he accepted his fate and that he would willingly be your slave just to be with you. He was devastated that you were selling him. All he wanted was to be given another chance to show you how devoted to you he was, and you gave him that chance. I am certain he would not betray you this way, and risk losing you for good. I believe that your friend took an opportunity that arose and used him like she did the first time.’
Losing control I start sobbing ‘She’s my best friend; we’ve known each other for years. She wouldn’t do that to me! It’s Roy I don’t trust. He left me before without a backward glance. I was pregnant with his child and he left me! I hate him!’
Surprised at the news of a baby, you hadn’t told him about that he wraps his arms around me stroking and kissing my hair to calm me.
When I finally compose myself he gently asks if I am okay. When I confirm that I am he says ‘Please let me ask you a question. If Roy was forcing himself on her why was he the one performing oral sex on her rather than her being the one forced to suck his cock?’
It takes a while for his question to sink in, but realising that he’s right, when has a guy ever forced a woman into sex by giving her pleasure instead of forcing her to pleasure him? Why didn’t that one simple fact occur to me? Was I so shocked and traumatised by what I believed he had done that I failed to really listen to what I was being told. Shaken by the realisation that maybe after all Roy is innocent and my best friend is really a twisted woman I stutter ‘ I-I-I don’t know’ as my whole world starts to fall apart again.
Rising from the bed Dennis says ‘please trust in him. He would die for you, don’t let a false friendship blind you to what really happened. When I come to you as your slave tomorrow, please let me help you find the truth.’
Without waiting for a reply he walks towards the door leaving me deep in thought.
Chapter 29
Two days later I leave the auction house and return home with Dennis, feeling troubled and unsure how to find out if everything Dennis has told me is true. The first thing I need to do is see both you and Chrissie. I know that I can’t ask her outright if she had planned this, she would of course strongly deny it and if Dennis is lying about her then I would surely lose her friendship completely. I need to be sure of the facts and somehow find out the truth without her knowing. I am hoping that when I see both of you together my doubts will vanish. If Chrissie is truly my friend I know that despite what you have done, she will look after you because she knows how much I loved you once and I think she realises that I love you still.
I pluck up the courage to call her; just to catch up is my excuse, although I’m really just desperate for news of you. There is no answer, each time I call though the phone goes straight to voice mail. Frustrated I have no choice but to wait until she calls me back.
Days pass and although I have Dennis to fulfil my every need I’ve been unable to use him sexually since I got home, because for some reason now that I know things might not be as they seem I’m afraid that if it turns out that Chrissie is really the bad guy I will feel as if I’ve been unfaithful to you. I know it’s stupid, after all you are only a slave and I can have as many lovers as I want. It’s none of your business who I sleep with but I can’t quite make myself think of you as being that worthless. Instead I put Dennis to use giving me massages and licking and playing with my feet, in addition to his domestic duties. It is difficult to deny myself the pleasure of his body because he is an extremely handsome man and I am attracted to him, I can’t help that, but until I know the truth about you I can’t bring myself to use him. I don’t even allow him to sleep in your ‘room’. Since the night I cried myself to sleep clutching your collar, wrapped up in the thin blanket on your bed I’ve not returned to your room in the cellar. It is too painful to go in there. Instead Dennis sleeps on the floor, chained by his wrists to the foot of my bed.
I still can’t quite believe that Chrissie would really deceive me so cruelly and am half tempted to turn up at her house unexpectedly just to see how things appear to be between you before I start digging for information. Part of me though is scared to do that because I know that legally I am not allowed to have any contact with you unless Chrissie gives her express permission. I also realise the reason why I’m trying to put off investigating what happened is because I’m terrified of finding out that my life long friendship with Chrissie has been a lie and I’ve been a fool all my life. But equally I know that if I wait until I have seen you both before I start trying to find out the truth I will not be able to forgive myself if it turns out to be true and I have left you to suffer at her hands for longer than necessary, so with a heavy heart I decide to go back to the pub where it all went wrong the following day.
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Waking early the following morning I release Dennis from the chain keeping him tied to the bed and allow him to rise. Stretching his cramped and aching body he murmers his thanks before dropping to his knees to bend forward and kiss my bare feet, a ritual he has completed every morning for his real Mistress and now continues to do the same for me without prompting. Although he senses I am more relaxed and easy going than his own Mistress he automatically does the same things as he does for her, partly because it is now ingrained into his psyche and partly because he is afraid that if he lapses into what She would see as laziness he could end up being severely punished when he returns to her. As he knows to his cost punishment is not pleasant!
He remains with his lips against my toes until I push his face away with a flick of my right foot. Obediently he draws back into a kneeling position with his manacled hands behind his head, keeping his eyes downcast. Feeling apprehensive about what I must do that day and a little irritable from lack of sleep I snap at him to get off his lazy arse and run a bath for me. When he stands up to move toward the bathroom I snap again.
‘I don’t remember telling you to stand up! Get on the floor and crawl to the bathroom like the worthless slave you are!’
Silently he drops onto his hands and knees and crawls across the carpet to the en-suite bathroom to run my bath. When it’s ready he returns to the bedroom still on all fours and waits for me to notice him. I ignore him for several minutes and then shout at him for kneeling there like a fucking idiot expecting me to read his mind. ‘I assume my bath is ready?’ I ask in a voice heavy with sarcasm.
‘Yes Mistress. I’m sorry I didn’t want to speak without permission.’
‘Hmm well where is my breakfast??’
‘I’m sorry Mistress I didn’t realise you wanted it now. I thought you would want your bath first.’
‘Well I bloody well do and I expect it and a cup of tea to be brought to me in bed while I’m waiting for my bath. Didn’t it occur to you to ask me?’
‘No Mistress. I’m sorry. It’s not my intention to offend you. I’m just not sure how you wish me to serve you. My other Mistress does not allow me to speak without permission and I did not want to presume that I could talk to you freely. I am not allowed any free will at my Mistress’ home. My Mistress gave me a list of duties and instructions when I entered her home of things I must do each day. I am not allowed to deviate from those duties unless given a direct order.’
‘Well you will find in my home that I expect my slave to anticipate my needs so I suggest you start ‘anticipating’ unless you want to end up being tied to the whipping post in the cellar!’
Shoulders slumped he meekly replies ‘Yes Ma’am.’
I feel a bitch having a go at him. It’s not his fault he doesn’t know my routine. I know that I am being a cow to him because he has shaken my belief in what happened between Chrissie and you. But it isn’t his fault, he is only trying to help you. I also know I should take the time to instruct him in how I run things in my household and what I expect from him but it irritates me that I should have to. I’d spent ages training you to be the perfect slave and things were ticking along nicely until I made that stupid decision to try and recapture our earlier happy years together by taking you out to the pubs. I should have left you at home, locked safely in your cage or secured to your bed in the cellar and gone out with a free man for the night. Then neither of us would be in this position now.
Climbing back out of bed I leave him kneeling at the side of it while I go into the bathroom and slip into the bath, relaxing back into the bubbles. Hearing the faint rattle of chains I guess that he has started anticipating my needs and gone to the kitchen to make me a cup of tea.
My guess is right as five minutes later he returns to the bedroom carrying a tray with a bowl of cereal and a cup of tea. Still on his knees he crawls carefully across the bedroom floor to the bathroom, worried about spilling any of the drink onto the tray incase it sends me into another fit of temper. He breathes an inward sigh of relief as he makes it to the bath without spilling a drop. Unfortunately for him I’m still not happy.
‘How stupid are you?? How the hell do you expect me to eat a bowl of cereal while I’m lying in the bath?!’
Picking the bowl up from the tray I fling it across the room showering the contents over the walls, toilet and floor. Luckily, for him anyway, the bowl doesn’t break. Picking up the cup of tea I peer in disgust at the weak and insipid looking colour of it. The tea immediately follows the cereal.
‘Can’t you do anything right?’ I scream at him. ‘If Roy was here he would have made sure I had my breakfast in bed and the cup of tea would have tasted perfect. He knows how important that is to me. If he was here….’
We both realise as I am saying it that I am directing my anger at him because I desperately miss you and I’m angry with you at the same time for leaving me alone, for the second time in my life. As I burst into tears Dennis doesn’t know what to do. He’s scared that if he comforts me I will fly into another rage but he also doesn’t want to see me upset. He once promised you that he would look after me if he ever became my slave and he can’t just kneel there and watch me sobbing my heart out.
Tentatively he reaches out and strokes my hair, at the same time murmuring words of comfort.
‘Please don’t cry Mistress. Roy will come home to you one day – soon. We will find out what happened and he will come back to you I promise. Let me help you, please. We will find away together to bring him home to you. Please don’t cry; it will be alright.’
His words make me feel even worse. Not only have I probably done you a huge injustice I have been a bitch to the one person who wants to help me. Although he is only a slave I feel the need to apologise.
‘I’m sorry for my behaviour towards you. You don’t deserve it but please leave me alone. I need to be by myself. Clear up the mess and go to the kitchen and wait for me.’
As he clears up the mess made by the scattered breakfast as quickly as he can I take deep breaths, trying to regain my composure. I hope he is right. All I want to do is bring you home to be with me where you belong...….
Chapter 30
As I drive to the pub where it all went wrong I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. I am hoping that there will be CCTV coverage of what happened that night, but I’m terrified of what I may discover. I’m not sure what will be worse, finding out that Chrissie has been my enemy for many years when I have thought she was a dear friend, or finding out that you are truly innocent and I have sent you to hell. But what if the landlord does not have any footage of what happened? How will I ever know what really happened? That thought scares the hell out of me. I am tired of being in torment over what happened and desperately want an end to it. Whatever I find out I hope that it will enable me to move on with my life.
Parking the car in a side road I walk to the pub with Dennis by my side. I have allowed him to accompany me unfettered as I know that his desire to help his friend is stronger than his desire to be free. Unlike me, he has been faithful to you, believing in you, while my belief disappeared at the first hurdle. I’m also conscious of the fact that I might need his brute strength if the landlord is not willing to hand over the tape, if there is one, to me, and for that he will need to have freedom of movement. Although Dennis doesn’t know it I have made a promise to myself that if your innocence is proved, I will do my best to try and purchase him from his owner so that I may have you both.
As the pub is not yet open for business, it still being early in the day, it takes a while to rouse the landlord. While we are waiting Dennis has a quick look around the outside of the pub and notices the camera at the top of the fire exit staircase, confirming that there should indeed be footage of what happened, assuming of course that it has not been destroyed.
The landlord, when he answers the door, does not recognise me. It seems that what was a major event in my life was just another night of no importance in his. When I tell him why I am there he is surprised that I want to try and prove the innocence of a mere slave. Following him to his office I explain why it is so important to me that I find out what really happened.
‘Please, would you look through your videos to see if you still have footage of that night? You have no idea how grateful I would be.’
With a sly grin on his face he says ‘just how grateful would you be?’
Taken aback by the smirk on his face and the loaded question I don’t know how to respond.
‘Well come on Missy, it ‘aint that difficult a question. Just how grateful would you be to me if I still have the CCTV video footage for that night?’
Rather stupidly I reply ‘I don’t know what you mean’, when actually I know exactly what he means. He expects some sort of sexual favour in return for the video. Looking at the fat little man, in his grubby vest and tatty jogging bottoms I feel repulsed. God knows when the last time his body saw soap and water was!
He laughs as my expression clearly displays my feelings.
‘Well I guess you really do know what I mean honey. I know I aint no oil painting and freebies don’t come my way that often, so a guys gotta take what he can. Now I’m sure we can come to an agreement. I do have what you want, and if you’re prepared to give me what I want then I’m sure we’ll both be happy!’
‘How do I know that you really have the video?’
‘Trust me sweet pea, I have it. In fact I’ve watched it many times. You’d be surprised how many couples go out onto the fire escape to fuck. I’ve got the videos of all of them. It’s like having my own little porn show.’
Stunned that he’s watched it again and again and never taken it to the police as evidence I ask him what happened.
‘Honey, if you wanna know what happened between your slave and that woman then you’re gonna have to show me your gratitude first. I sure as hell aint gonna tell you what happened until you give me a fucking great big smile of pleasure on my face!’
Desperately trying to avoid having to have any sort of physical contact with him I try and bargain my way out of it.
‘Look Mr…uh I can offer you my slave here. He’s really good at blow jobs and will do anything you want…..’
While Dennis looks disgusted that I’m offering him to this vile man he makes no protest. It wouldn’t be the first time he has had to pleasure another man.
‘Listen lady, I aint no faggot. I don’t want a fucking B J off a guy. I wanna feel those lovely lips of yours kissing my cock and I wanna feel my cock inside your hot tight pussy. Now what’s it to be, you want this video or not?’
‘Of course I want it! But you must prove you have the video and let me see it before I make any bargain with you.’
‘Ok, fair enough. But don’t think about tryin’ nuthin funny like getting your goon here to attack me, ‘cos this room is also on camera and being watched right this minute by my security guys.’
Shit! The thought had crossed my mind to get Dennis to knock out the greasy fat fuck once he had produced the video but strong as he was I knew he would be no match for several beefy bouncers. And the last thing I wanted was for us to both end up in trouble like you. I knew there was no way out but to let the disgusting pot bellied porker have his way. The knowledge that a bunch of guys would also watch and record my humiliation for future viewing made me feel sick to my stomach. But I realised I had little choice if I wanted to find out the truth. I just hoped to God that you were innocent, because if I let myself be abused and afterwrds found out that you were indeed guilty of the crime you were being punished for then I would want to kill myself.
The landlord made a call and within minutes a heavily muscled giant of a man entered the room holding a video. I knew then, for definite, that there was no way Dennis could win any fight. I could even see the defeat in his eyes as he weighed up the man in front of him, judging whether he had any chance of winning a brawl. He lowered his head in shame as he realised that he could not help me, I would have to endure what was about to happen, while he helplessly watched, his promise to you, his friend, to look after me broken so quickly.
To prove the video was of you and Chrissie on the fire escape he slotted the tape into an ancient video player that looked as if it might chew the video and render it worthless. He obviously hadn’t entered the 21st century and discovered dvd’s. I was allowed to watch the video as far as you and Chrissie opening the door and standing at the top of the fire escape.
‘Well is that your slave and your friend?’
As fear and excitement rise in me as I realise that soon I will know the truth of what happened I can’t answer him immediately. Dennis answers for me ‘ja that is Roy, her slave.’
Grinning slyly like a cat that’s got the cream he pulls his jogging bottoms down to his knees and says ‘come on then cock sucker. You want your prize, come to Daddy and earn it. And do it like you mean it, cos if you don’t put the effort in to my satisfaction then Kevin here is gonna rip the tape apart and you aint ever gonna know the answer.’
Fighting back the bile in my throat I beg him to be allowed to be alone with him to do it. He just laughs and it seems to delight him knowing that I feel so humiliated performing in front of others.
Slowly I drop to my knees in front of him, repulsed by the stains and smell of his unwashed boxer shorts. Tentatively, I hook my fingers round the waistband of his shorts to pull them down.
‘I don’t think so honey’ he laughed ‘use your teeth.’
Reluctantly I let go and instead move closer so that I can use my teeth to pull them down to his knees. As the boxers are pulled down his cock springs free and hits me in the face making me flinch involuntarily. I know that I must keep control of my disgust because he has already warned me that if I fail to satisfy him I won’t get the tape. As I take his cock into my mouth I try to smile, as if in pleasure, but find it difficult when I immediately taste the dried and stale fluids on his cock from another woman. In my mind I wonder how on earth he managed to get another woman to fuck him but then remember that in this part of town there are plenty of whores plying their trade on street corners for all the ships that stop in the port.
Under his explicit directions I glide my tongue over his cock and balls, stopping to suck greedily on his balls as if they are my favourite boiled sweets. Teasing his cock and balls with my mouth and tongue seems to go on forever as I dare not let him cum too soon. I wasn’t sure how long I could continue to pretend that I was enjoying myself, although after the first minute or so when I had licked away the taste of the other woman his cock at least became less disgusting in my mouth. I want to pretend that I’m pleasuring you, to try and block out this vile man who has his sausage like fingers gripping my hair, forcing my head back and forth while he fucks my mouth, but I’m scared that if I think of you then forever in my mind I will think of him when I am with you. If I am ever with you again….
Just before he spurts his cum into my mouth he instructs me that I must not swallow it, but let it sit on my tongue and savour the taste of it. He then pulls back so that his cock is just in front of my face and pumps his semen into my open mouth and all over my face. I feel completely violated and humiliated, and think that this is how female slaves must feel every time their Master abuses them. Forcing a smile onto my face I wipe the cum from my face with my fingers and put my tongue out to lick them clean. This seems to make him happy and he grins like a schoolboy whose just had his first wank as he forces my head back, mouth still open to ‘smile’ for the CCTV camera. I desperately want to cry but I’m so close to getting the tape I smile harder for the camera to show what a good time I’m having. Although my ordeal isn’t over I know that the next part will be easy compared to what I have just been through.
Although as I bend over the office desk with my legs wide apart, tied to the legs of the table and my dress hitched up round my waist I have no idea of the pain about to come. My legs tremble with the strain of being forced so wide apart. The clock on the wall ticks round to a full half hour while I lay across the desk with nothing happening. The landlord is obviously no stud, it takes him ages to get another erection. Dennis tries to intervene but is told in no uncertain terms that if he interrupts again or gets in the way then the deal is off. I must lie there until the landlord is ready to violate me.
Eventually I feel his hot breath on the back of my neck and the weight of his sweaty body on my back as he leans over me. He doesn’t bother to make me wet to make it easier for him to enter me. He just fumbles around trying to get his cock into my tight and dry pussy. All of a sudden he decides to use a different tactic. He pulls his hips backwards and thrusts himself violently forwards into me. I can’t help but scream in agony as his cock hammers its way into my anus. He seems surprised to have missed my pussy but must have liked the tightness of my arse because after a brief pause he bucks like a rabbit, pounding in and out. I sob begging him to stop as my insides are being torn apart, but the sound of my pleas only urges him on. Eventually he is satiated. I can feel his seed pumping into me as his hips jerk against me. He lies on top of my prone body for a while until he recovers his breath then withdraws his cock from my bleeding anus, and pulls his boxer shorts and jogging bottoms back up, not bothering to clean his blood stained cock first. I’m relieved that he isn’t expecting me to clean it with my mouth. I guess he likes walking round with the feel of shit and blood clinging to his cock.
As soon as the landlord’s heavies let Dennis go he rushes forward to release me, horrified and ashamed at what he has just witnessed and ready to take on both men. Anticipating what he intends to do, the landlord says ‘I wouldn’t if I were you. There are three more men outside who will easily overpower you. Then what will you have gained? Your Mistress will have been through all that for nothing. I’ll have you arrested, and as a slave you know what that will mean for you, and your Mistress? Well to lose control of two slaves would not go down very well with a Judge. I bet she might find herself in shackles for a while. Is that what you want huh?’
Turning to me he continues ‘and you Madame I was very disappointed that you didn’t appear to be enjoying our little fuck. We had a deal, and part of that deal was that you would show me how much you were enjoying yourself.’
White faced and feeling really sick I force myself to respond with outrage in my voice.
‘The deal was that you would fuck my pussy. You are the one who has broken the deal! How did you expect me to enjoy having my anus ripped apart! I could go to the police and report you for buggery. After all I have the evidence still inside me, and I’m sure that no doctor, once he has seen the damage you have done, would agree that it was consensual. You could go to gaol for a very long time you bastard!’
‘Hmmm, well aren’t you a fiery little tiger! Of course you do realise that I could always make you disappear?’
Shocked at something I hadn’t even considered. I’d thought it was just going to be a quick visit to pick up a tape that would hopefully bring you home to me. I’d had no idea of just what I was getting myself into. I’d been to this pub loads of times, and okay although I knew it was quite rough I’d always had a good time here and had no inkling of anything sinister going on.
Seeing the look of horror and fear on my face he laughs.
‘Don’t look so worried honey. We had a deal and I won’t go back on that. I apologise for fucking your arse, but I’m afraid I enjoyed it too much to stop. But as that wasn’t part of the deal I will forgive you for not moaning with pleasure. The tape is yours.’
Surprisingly, considering what he had just put me through the landlord allows me to use the bathroom to clean myself. By the time I return to his office Dennis is in possession of the tape. Although desperate to watch it I don’t want to spend a minute longer than necessary in the pub. I will have to wait until I get home to see it. With as much dignity as I can muster I walk out of the pub holding onto Dennis’ arm, gritting my teeth against the pain still burning in my anus.
I knew that there was no way I would be able to sit comfortably in the car to drive home but was reluctant to leave the car where it was and hail a taxi, as I knew that at some point I would have to return to pick it up, and I never wanted to see the pub again for the rest of my life. While I hesitate Dennis gently takes the car keys from me and guides me to lie down on the back seat. Then climbing into the driving seat he drives me home.
Once there I down a couple of painkillers and force myself to have a shower to scrub myself clean of that disgusting animal before I watch the video that could alter the future for three people. I’m desperate to know the answer, but also terrified and feel the need to torture myself by delaying watching it.
Eventually, knowing I can’t put the moment off any longer I step out of the shower and change into clean clothes. Dennis is waiting for me in the living room ready to insert the video into the player that he has found stored in the garage. I’m grateful that I hoard things ‘just incase they come in useful one day’. If I’d thrown away my old video player I would have been frantic now trying to find someone who still had one.
Gingerly I sit on the sofa with Dennis on the floor by my feet ready to find out the truth……….
Chapter 31
It takes a while to organise everything but finally a couple of weeks after watching the video I am ready to end this and change all our lives.
Chrissie, when I phone her, is hesitant about me popping over for an evening but when I tell her that it isn’t my intention to check up on how she is looking after you, I just want to show off my new guy, she is reassured that I have moved on and is no longer interested in your fate.
She suggests the following Saturday and although I’m desperate to get this over with earlier than that I have no choice but to agree.
Saturday finally arrives and I wake feeling nervous about this evening. I’ve no idea what is going to happen or how things will pan out. I’ve spent hours going over in my head different scenarios and things I’m going to say, but all it’s done is give me a headache. I realise that all I can do is play it by ear and see what happens when I arrive.
I dress with care; wearing the same black dress and knee high boots that I wore the day you were ‘sold’ at auction. I want you to see me and remember that day and all it meant. Dennis is forced to wear a thick polo neck sweater, even though the weather is mild. It was the only thing I could find that hid his slave collar adequately.
The last thing I want is for Chrissie to realise he is a slave and not my new boyfriend.
While I’m dressing and applying my makeup Dennis showers and gets himself ready. When he’s finished he appears in my bedroom dropping to his knees subserviently just as I finish applying deep red lipstick to my mouth. Ignoring him I check my reflection in the full length mirror. The dark eyes and red lipstick together with the outfit make me look vampish, it is a look that I know you love. It appears that it is a look that Dennis also likes because as I glance at him I notice his erection under his tight jeans. I’m almost tempted to allow him to wank while looking at me, but decide not to as it is a reward that I have often given you in the past when you had particularly pleased me. It used to amuse me to watch you on your knees furiously pumping your cock whilst taking in the sight of me wearing my black basque, stockings and leather stiletto boots. For some reason, especially if I was also wearing long black satin gloves I remember you used to cum really quickly.
It amuses me how men are so easily pleased.
Noticing that I have drifted off into a daydream Dennis coughs to attract my attention. Bringing myself back to the present I pick up my handbag just as the doorbell rings signalling the arrival of the taxi.
‘Well Dennis I hope you are ready for this.
Please do not let me down, or we will both be in a lot of trouble.’
‘Please do not worry Ma’am, everything will be okay.’
‘I hope so. I just hope to God it all goes according to plan.
If it does, then I will do what I can for you Dennis, I promise.’
‘Thank you Ma’am. Having spent a short time with you I can understand just why Roy loves you so much.
But can I say something to you without you getting mad?’
‘Hmm is it something I want to hear?’
Smiling he says ‘probably not but I’m going to say it anyway. I don’t think you will punish me for it…..please don’t buy another slave after this is over, you are just not cut out for this kind of life.
I think you and Roy should move away and make a fresh start somewhere, where no one knows either of you.
Smiling sadly at him I reply ‘one step at a time huh.
Let’s see what happens this evening.’
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‘Shit, shit, shit’ says Chrissie when she puts the phone down after speaking to me.
‘What’s the matter?’ asks Denise as she rolls over in bed yawning.
‘That was Tracey on the phone. She wants to come over with her new guy – to catch up she says. I’m sure she really wants to check how Roy is. Fuck, he’s in a shit state.
Can she report me do you reckon?’
‘Well when’s she coming over?’
‘Not til next Saturday. I managed to put her off
til then.’
‘Well then Chrissie honey, I suggest you let up on torturing the poor guy from now on, and spend the time trying to make him look half decent. Or alternatively you can just keep him out the way while she’s here.
After all she can hardly demand to see him can she?!’
Laughing in delight Chrissie can’t believe she never thought of that herself.
‘Fantastic idea! That will really piss her off. I bet she’ll be dolled up to the nines, hoping that as soon as he sees her he’ll be drooling like a fucking love sick dog. Actually though, thinking about it, if he isn’t here I won’t get to have as much fun winding her up. I don’t suppose she can really complain about how I’m treating him. After all, I am a rape victim aren’t I, and the law knows he’s going to get treated pretty damn harshly by his victim. Yeah, fuck it, she can see him. You
wanna come round again on Saturday and meet her?’
‘Yeah okay’ replies Denise. ‘It might be fun. Hey, we could maybe slip some of that date rape drug stuff in her drink and have some real fun with her!! Oh shit, just remembered I’ve gotta fly out to Holland
first thing Sunday morning to do a bit of business so I can’t stay too late.’
‘Pity’ she says laughing. ‘We could have had a real laugh with her. We could have both fucked her and maybe got Roy to fuck her too, just what she’s probably gagging for, and she wouldn’t remember anything about it. That would be hilarious. Still, now you’ve given me the idea, I might be really sweet to her on Saturday, let her think that everything’s fine with Roy and lull her into a false sense of security. Then maybe next time you can make it we can drug her and do all sorts of shit to her, film it maybe and put it on the internet. That would be a fucking scream. Miss Prim and Proper on Youtube being fucked by a couple of lezzers, for all the world to see. Oh my God that would be so funny. Yeah, I think that would be a good idea. Leave it for the time being so I can get chance to plan it out. It might be an idea to make sure she comes on her own as well,
cos it’ll be a pain in the arse if we have to knock out her boyfriend too.’
Satisfied and pleased with her idea she jumps out of bed. She’s on a high and needs a fuck. Although the sex with Denise is pretty hot, it’s your face she wants to see.
The look of abject misery and defeat on it gives her a more intense orgasm than sex with anyone else.
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Both you and Pat have had an extremely uncomfortable night lying on the cold stone floor with the bare light bulb glaring brightly overhead. Neither of you slept leaving you both feel exhausted and utterly miserable.
Hearing the shed door creak open you’re not sure whether to feel relieved that your torture is about to end or whether you should be fearful at what today might bring.
Chrissie rips off the masking tape none too gently, not caring that either of you moans with pain as the hairs on your arms and legs are ripped off with the tape. She stands arms folded tapping her foot impatiently while she waits for you to both to disentangle yourselves from each other.
A smirk crosses her face at the look of shame on your face as Pat pulls the dildo out of your arse and you involuntarily fart loudly.
Gripping you by the hair she drags you from the shed leaving Pat to follow dejectedly behind with the shit covered dildo bouncing against his own flaccid cock.
Denise is already in the kitchen making herself and Chrissie a cup of tea when you walk through the door. Wrinkling her nose in disgust at the stench Pat and you have brought in with you she demands that you both have a shower. Pat is relieved at the thought of a long hot shower to warm his frozen bones, the relief being very short lived when he finds out the shower allocated for his use is a hosepipe attached to the cold water tap in the garden.
Denise takes great delight in aiming the hose at both of you as you are forced to soap each other’s bodies.
‘Ok boys I think you’re both squeaky clean now. Get inside and get breakfast on, we’re starving.’ Catching the look of annoyance on Chrissie’s face she laughs and says ‘Yeah I know you’re gagging for a shag with your fuck toy but you can spend all day screwing.
I’m starving and I’ve got to get going soon.’
Sighing Chrissie gives in to Denise’s demand for food and sits down at the dining table to drink her cuppa and wait for her breakfast.
While Chrissie and Denise tuck into a full English breakfast you two get porridge made the traditional Scottish way with hot water and salt. Pat finds it much more difficult to force down, Denise although a bitch, doesn’t normally make him eat vile food. For you however, although you find it disgusting, it’s not the most revolting thing you’ve ever been forced to eat.
You’re just grateful to be given something to eat that has at least some nutritional value.
Finishing her meal Denise lets out a satisfied belch. ‘Mmm that was delicious. I sure as hell miss food like that. I generally live off lettuce leaves in the States. The women out there are stick thin and if you’re anything over a size zero they think you’re a fat bitch. It’s been good to let myself go for a few days. Anyway Chris I’ve gotta cut and run, I’ve got a busy day ahead of me. Pat
get your clothes on.’
Pat glad to be leaving this hell hole can’t get dressed fast enough. He hopes he won’t be returning any time soon.
His hopes are dashed as he returns to the kitchen in time to hear his Mistress tell Chrissie that she can’t wait until Saturday.
Heart sinking he tentatively asks what is happening on Saturday. Smirking and watching your face she gleefully replies ‘Chrissie is having a little get together with an old friend on Saturday and we’ve been invited.
What did you say your friend was called Chrissie?’ She knew full well of course who was coming over but she was dying to see the expression on your face when you found out.
Playing along Chrissies says ‘She’s called Tracey and she’s my best friend. I just know you’re going to love her Denise, she is such a lot of fun and I do believe she’s bringing her boyfriend with her. In fact I wouldn’t be surprised if she announces her engagement to him on Saturday. I’ve heard that he’s a real stud and that she absolutely adores him. I think she’s coming round to show him off but hey I’m not jealous. She really deserves a nice guy in her life. It can’t have been easy knowing that your ex-lover is a rapist. I’m so pleased she’s moved on with her life.
It will be great catching up.’
At the mention of my name your ears prick up but you can’t believe the words coming out of Chrissie’s mouth. You just know she’s up to something. She’s being really sweet about me but you know from her venomous outpourings that she really hates me. However, the thought of seeing me again makes you want to break down and cry. Even the knowledge that I will be coming over to the house with a new boyfriend can’t dampen your excitement. You never thought it would ever happen but it seems in a few days time I will be there in Chrissie’s house!
Although you are overjoyed by the news apart from a flicker of hope in your eyes your face remains expressionless,
living through hell has made you a master at hiding your emotions, even if you are not a master of your own destiny. Both women who have been watching your face are disappointed at the lack of reaction from you.
‘Aren’t you pleased slave at the thought of seeing your ex
Mistress?’ asks Chrissie, curious to know how you feel about it.
Not being stupid enough to give her an honest answer you simply reply ‘No Mistress Chrissie, I have no feelings towards seeing her.’
Just as you know she’s lying she also knows that you are lying and she determines to make you suffer later for it, but for now she lets it go.
She wants you to think that she is happy with your answer so that she can make you pay for your lying when you least expect it.
Turning away from you she says her goodbyes to Denise, ignoring Pat standing meekly by her side.
Closing the door behind them Chrissie turns to you with an evil grin. It looks as if today’s mental and physical torture is going to start early for you.
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