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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……………………….
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