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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…………..
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