From Lady Elizabeth to Number 9

   I had everything, a title, wealth, a lovely home, many friends, but no-one special.

   All my friends deferred to my wealth and position, but I craved someone to control me.

   I had once tentatively suggested this to a boy-friend, but his ideas were exactly  opposite, and I

   never saw him again. Since then I had nursed my ideas in secret.

   One day I had been surfing the net for some time when I found a link to a society

   which offered to enact fantasies, but were very selective in membership. I sent off a message

  giving my name and telephone number.

   A few days later I received a call asking me to attend an interview in Devon, and  suggesting some 

  dates. I agreed to travel down and meet in a large hotel.

   On the due day my chauffeur drove me down from my estate in Surrey. I asked him to

   return in five hours, thinking I could always find some shops if the interview took  less time.

   Nervously I approached the desk and gave my name. I was expected and was asked to sit

   in the lounge and provided with refreshment. Fifteen minutes later I was joined by two

  distinguished looking men, who introduced themselves as the senior members of the  Society.

   After a few minutes chit chat, it was suggested we move to a private room  which had been

   booked.

   " We need to establish some background  to your needs" the older man said. "We have

   many members, some crave pain, some humiliation, some rape or abduction scenarios. What

   are your secret desires? Please be honest and frank. During this interview, we will require

   you to be naked, so please remove your clothing and stand in the middle of the  room".I did

   as I was told and stood naked in front of them, keeping my hands by my side,  feeling the first

  emotions of the humiliation I had craved. I then explained as best I could that whilst pain and rape

  could form part of the scenario, humiliation was the core of my needs. It was therefore not for me

   to have any say in the events, as not knowing was part of surrendering control.

   "We offer a service where the starting and finishing times are set by you. There will be no limits,

  subject to your being freed with no lasting harm at the due time".

   I said that I was prepared to accept this and after some discussion a time span of one

   week was agreed.

   "During the week you will be allowed no clothing or ornaments of any kind not provided by us,

   such as a watch or earrings, nor allowed to speak to anyone about anything at any time. This is an

   inviolate rule.. There will be other  ladies with  differing scenarios, but you will not acknowledge

     them in any way. It is important that you understand and accept this, and you will be required to

   sign your  acceptance. Complete obedience to anyone who commands you is to be unquestioning.

.   You  will make the necessary  arrangements for birth control. Do you still agree".

   I confirmed that I understood, and a form was produced which I signed. "In order that  you

  understand the situation, we require a sizeable financial commitment on your part,  say £15,000,

  does that create a problem?". I said no, and offered a cheque.

  "The situation now is this. You do not have to go any further, and we will not bank your  cheque.

  There are two places you are required to attend today in Plymouth, where you  will announce

  yourself as number 9, and do exactly as you are bidden. When and if you  then wish to proceed,

  email us with the start and finish times. We will then bank your cheque and send you instructions

  which you will obey to the letter, as well as a map of  the journey to our estate on Dartmoor. Your

  name will not be used, you are a thing not a person and will be referred to always as number 9."

   I knew that I had to take this opportunity for good or ill, or I would always wonder  what it would

   have been like, so I said I understood and agreed. I was then given two addresses and a map to

   each, And we parted.

   I decided to go to the first address before I had time to find an excuse not to attend. When I

  arrived I found it was a tattoo and piecing parlour. Inside was a young man of about 19. I went up

  to him and said, "I am number 9". "Good, he said, you are here for some piercings, please remove

  your clothes, no talking, just nods or shake of the head if you are asked a question".

   For the second time that day I disrobed in front of a stranger, and was taken through to a table on

   which I was made to lie. "You will be pierced in you nipples and your labia, is that OK?" I nodded

  yes and straps were attached to my wrists and ankles, and I  was fixed to the table. He then

  proceeded  to drive needles through my nipples, and placed  rings through the holes. I fought the

  urge to cry out, and then he did the same  with my labia. "One more thing, I am going to put a removable ring through your septum. Please keep it in as much as possible, although you may remove it when you are with people you know". This created the most pain, and I was now in some distress. But it  had  been done. "One last thing," he said, “I am allowed a tip, which I am taking with my cock in your mouth". Strapped down as I was, I could only obey, and for the first time I  was forced to suck a man's cock until his cum exploded into my mouth. I was aware that  this was merely a foretaste of things to be, and dutifully cleaned his cock with my  tongue and swallowed his seed.

He then unstrapped me, told me to dress, and presented me with a bill for the piercing, and I noticed he had charged me £100  for the blowjob! “Why do I have to pay  for giving you sex” I asked. “Because I was told I should charge you , ”he replied. “I was also told to punish you if you queried it, so lean across the table and bare your bottom”. He then gave me half a dozen smacks with his hand. “No further questions , I trust”, he said. I had been told to give unquestioning obedience, so I paid up in silence, not wishing to start with a reported refusal to do as I was told.

The next address was some way away, but I eventually found it. It was a supplier of sex and

bondage wear. Once again I walked in, and said to the man "I am number 9". He was  expecting me, and produced a parcel  ready prepared. Inside were wrist and ankle restraints with chain attached, a collar and leash and breast clamps. There was also a gag  which looked fearsome with wires  and screws. "Come into the back and strip" I was told,  and he then proceeded to show me how to place the restraints on myself. The gag turned  out to be what he called a spreader gag, which kept my mouth unpleasantly wide open. I was  shown how to attach the chains to the restraints, and how to attach my wrists to the back of my collar. "This is important, as the locks are spring loaded, and you will not be able to practice this until the proper time as you will not be given the  keys", I was told. The  breast clamps fitted in front of my breast rings, and as my  breasts

were already sore, I was glad when they were removed. He then produced the last item,  which was a large dildo, which I was shown how to insert in my anus. "Keep this in till  you get home, and then put it in for at least two hours a day" he said. To say I was  in some discomfort was an  understatement, and the thought of the journey home was  horrifying. Finally I was not surprised to be asked for a tip, and once again I was  made to suck a man's cock dry. . Fortunately he was in a state of some excitement and ejaculated fairly quickly. Again I paid the bill, and again I was charged £100 for allowing him the use of my mouth. I made no comment on the charge, although I felt that being made to pay for sucking two men’s cocks was perhaps more humiliating than I had prepared myself for. He placed all the articles in a briefcase, and I was  allowed to leave.

The journey home and the next few days were a mixture of discomfort and secret glee. There was something about having a "naughty " secret which I found arousing. There was also a slight fear and a longing for the unknown. Somehow I knew I had been waiting for this moment and I was not going

to be disappointed. To talk to people with my hidden  piercings and sometimes a butt  plug made me feel exhilarated. In  secret I would try my  restraints and my nose ring,  and would almost come with pleasure and anticipation. I was determined  to be  whatever  my new masters (wonderful word) wanted me to be.

I finally decided on a period from the next Saturday afternoon at 5pm to the following  Sunday at the same time, to make the  journeys at reasonable hours, and sent the email.   By return I received a map and a letter which read -

You will wear your shortest dress(over your plug) and soft shoes. Nothing else. Drive to  the destination on the map and  arrive 5 minutes early. Remove your restraints from the case, strip and put your clothes in the case. Place it and your car keys in your car which  should  be parked as marked on the map.

Put on all your restraints and your nose ring as you have been instructed. and kneel on  the step outside the large door.  Wait until someone comes to deal with you. I remind you  that any form of speech is strictly forbidden and will result in the strongest punishment.

When Saturday arrived I left my home in charge of my staff, and drove myself to Dartmoor,    leaving plenty of time. The  journey passed in a fever of anticipation (and some  discomfort from the plug). I waited a mile down the road until I judged the time right  and drove on, through the large gates marked on the map and into a large estate similar to  my own. I found the parking place and placed my clothes and car keys in the car as  instructed.

Next my nose ring, then my ankle restraints which I joined with the 18 inch length of chain. Then my gag which I made sure was tight. Then my collar and the leash which fell down between my breasts. Then the breast clamps which I placed as close to the rings as I could, and joined them with the other length of chain. Finally my wrist restraints. I experienced a little  difficulty clipping the second one to the ring on the back of the collar, but finally it was done. Then I got down on my knees and waited. Why, I thought am I doing this, do I really want it, then I thought of all my fantasising, and knew that I had to do it.

Part 2

I was kneeling at the door of a strange house, 100 miles or more from home.

I was naked, my mouth was held open by a wide gag, my ankles were chained together by a length of chain, my wrists were locked  behind my neck and clipped to a collar round my neck. I had rings in my nipples and clamps attached to the end of my nipples and joined by a chain. A dog lead was attached to my collar, and hung down in front of me.

Who was I? I was rich, I was titled, I had a large estate and staff to attend my every need. I was also, for the next week, number 9, here to do whatever I was told by whoever told me, and to suffer humiliation and pain, and give sexual pleasure to anybody and everybody.

Why was I here? Somewhere in my psyche I knew that I was tired of fawning attention, and felt a need to experience the kind of fear and humiliation I was now feeling.

When would it end? Not before a week had passed, there was no escape, and I would be forced to carry through what I had agreed.

After what seemed a little while the door opened and a uniformed member of staff  appeared. "Hello number 9" he said. He got hold of my leash and pulled me to my feet, walking inside with me hobbling behind him.

I found myself in a room with three other staff members. "This is number 9, and she is  ours for a short while until the  members are ready" said the one holding my leash.

I was bent over the table and each of them fucked me doggy style. They each had riding  crops and  well lashed as they felt I was not showing enough cooperation. There  were dire warnings as to what the members expected and the efforts I was to make to  satisfy them.

The next thing was to attach a small tray to my nipples and my nose ring, on which glasses of wine were placed. The chains from my nose ring to the outer corners of the trays were short, and I was forced to bend my head to keep the tray level. From my nipples the chains ran underneath the tray, forcing it back above my breasts, and leaving most of the weight borne by my nose. I also had weights attached by clamps to my labia rings, which stretched them down and caused considerable discomfort. Finally my gag was tightened by people who understood the workings of it, with my mouth forced open by the springs in the gag. I was then led into the next room, where several people  were enjoying refreshments. Three other girls attired like me were hobbling  round  dispensing drinks, and I thought it best to join them. What I found difficult was that no-one seemed to care that I was naked, and on show. There was an edge to the humiliation of being an object, with a purpose, (serving drinks), but no feelings to be offended or not. There were many remarks on my  figure, my breasts which were  declared small, and the wetness which most of them felt  between my legs. When my tray of drinks was empty, the staff replenished them, and the evening went on as if all was normal.

Finally our trays were removed, our wrists freed and then refastened in front. There was a pulley arrangement above my head  to which my wrists were attached and raised until my toes  were barely touching the floor.

"Tonight’s auction" announced the senior of the two I had met in Plymouth. " The highest  bidder will have free use of the slave until 7 tomorrow morning".There were a few  perfunctory bids, but any thoughts I had as to my value were dispelled when  I was sold  for £20.

The elderly man who had purchased me for the night released me, and led me out by my leash  to his room.

In his room I was placed on the floor while he undressed. He then announced he needed to piss, and I was to accommodate him. "You may as well get used to this, you will be a urinal most of the time" he said. "Make sure that very little is spilt if you know what is good for you".

I used my bound hands to guide his cock to my mouth, and did my best to regulate the flow to ensure that I was able to drink most of his outpourings. The taste was unpleasant, but I had wanted to be humiliated, and what I wondered could be more humiliating. If I had only known! Some of  his piss splashed onto the floor and I was made to lick it all up. Until he tired and fell asleep I was fucked in all ways, first anally, and finally he came in my mouth and I cleaned my mess off his prick. I was allowed  to sleep on the floor until he awoke for another session from 6 to 7.

At 7 I was taken to the kitchen where the staff were eating breakfast.

On the floor were the dog bowls and other bowls with numbers. I was taken to bowl number  9, my wrists were attached to my collar, and I was made to eat the gruel which was in my bowl, and lap up water from the adjacent bowl. Have you ever tried to eat and drink from bowls without using your hands? "It had better be clean" I was told. My hair and face were  filthy, but I managed to remove what was in my bowl. At the same time I was made to keep my arse high, and frequently felt the riding crops they all had fall on my unprotected flesh. I was washed down with a hose and cold water, and roughly dried before the men took it in turns to fuck me front and back. At one stage I had one cock in my mouth and one in my arse. Naively, I had imagined my humiliation would be carried out by the type of gentleman I had met in Plymouth. I now realised that the staff, who would have been of no consequence to me before, were now able to use me as they wished, and that I was beneath their contempt, with no feelings, just an object of pleasure, like a fishing rod or a ball, that they could play with at will. 

It was then decided that my performance as a urinal had not been favourably reported on, so for the next few hours the staff took it in turns to teach me the proper way to show my respect for my masters. I was then given a brush and some  water, and made to  thoroughly scrub the floor, over and over, whilst my arse was lifted to the crops, and indeed quite a  few blows went between my legs.

No lunch, but in the afternoon I was stretched on a frame, and beaten on my breasts and my cunt by several members, I lost count of how many. Most were men of some standing, and older than me, but some were in their teens, (one of whom seemed to be having his first experience of domination, and enjoying it hugely).  and there were even one or two ladies, who tended to be horsey and hit harder than the men. This was pain rather than humiliation, as I longed to say, but I couldn't, not only because of the rules, but because of the large penis dildo stuffed in my mouth. The evening was much the same as the previous  evening, except that I only made £15, and this member wanted me riding his cock whilst he lay on the bed, and was still  asleep when I was fetched at 7.

Breakfast, (apparently my only meal) was as before, but I was now so hungry and, thirsty that I made sure I ate as much gruel, and drank as much water from the  companion bowl, as I could. Again the staff made much use of their crops.

Next day I was to be given to the outside staff. I was marched down to the animal pens, and made to clear the stables  and pigsties with my bare hands, and load the dung on to a large cart. When the cart was full, my hands were tied to the long  handles, and I was made to drag the cart to the other end of the estate. The three men I was "helping" used whips to  ensure I made a great effort to move the cart as quickly as  possible. By afternoon I was filthy and covered in sweat. I had also demonstrated my new found skill as a urinal. At least I was given some bread and fruit which I ate as fast as my bound hands allowed me. At the end of the day  I was made to stand in the yard while I was washed down with a hose, before returning  to my evening duties.

Next morning I thought I was in for a repeat as I was marched out into the grounds. But instead of a wagon there was a  passenger cart. I was fitted with a bit and bridle, there were blinkers on the side so that I could only see forward, reins were fixed to my breast rings, and I was yoked to the handles of the cart. Then weighted bells were fitted to my labia rings, both stretching me and causing a ringing sound as I moved. For about two hours I learned to react to the whip, (forward, faster, faster still), the reins on my rings, to move right and left, the pull on both to slow  and stop. I was taught to raise my feet, shod in heeled boots, and made to swish the tail fixed to my butt plug. I was unable to speak, given no human consideration, and made to feel entirely animal, I soon learned that not giving every effort to become a horse was unwise. I  tried not to think of Lady Elizabeth, this was number 9, a horse trained to pull a carriage. By the end of the morning I was quite proficient, and even felt some pride in what I was doing. One of the other slaves, who had obviously been there some time, and was more experienced than I, joined me as we trotted round and round. A young girl of no more than 18 drove me for most of the time. She may have been young, but she could wield a whip, and unfailingly landed it exactly where she wanted to.

In the afternoon a procession of members, (and some ladies), enjoyed themselves being  taken for rides around the estate by the new pony. Sometimes the young girl drove and sometimes they went on their own. It was easier with a professional driver, as some of the amateur drivers tended to spray the whip around, and to use it more than necessary. I I found this difficult and  dehumanising, but somehow it seemed right that I was being treated as an  animal. My buttocks and back were red raw from the attentions of the carriage whip, but I was fed  bread and fruit again. At the end of the afternoon a race was held between the two ponies. I was pleased that I had my favourite mistress, but the man driving the other pony was also expert. The race was twice round a  very large field, possibly almost a mile. We were lined up, and the signal given to go. I could not see the signal, but received a sharp crack on my buttocks which galvanised me into action. I had learnt that the application of the whip again meant go faster, but in a race that is the main command, and I was lashed unceasingly. In spite of my best efforts I was no match for the other girl, and soon found myself following her round, although only by a respectable distance. I lost by about ten yards, and was pulled up. Everyone gathered round. “Well done” they all cried out to the young man who had driven the winner, “Bad luck, you did your best” they consoled my driver. No one  spoke to either of the horses who had played no part, it seemed. No one said well done to my conqueror, or told me I had done my best. We were then taken to the stables, our tack was removed and we were  hosed down, and rubbed dry with a rough cloth, 

We were walked back to the house, arrayed in our waitress costumes, and endured an evening and night much as before, and breakfast again, I was again taken down to the stables, so imagined I was to give rides again, but a worse fate awaited me. There were about twenty people around and they were obviously excited.  I was made to kneel, and my wrists tied to a rail in front of me. My ankles were pulled wide apart and  tied. I was aware that everyone had a great view of my sexual organs. I  was then blindfolded. I knelt there in the dark, listening to the chatter, and aware that most people were unaffected by the delights spread before them. It was normal for them, but not for me. Then I sensed movement behind me at my pussy. To my horror I then heard a bark, and realised that I  was being fucked by a dog! Not only that, but there  was a large audience enjoying the spectacle.

A voice whispered in my ear, "you agreed to cooperate without limits, now prove it".

The dog was now thrusting and I found myself moving with him, giving him the best fuck I could. This was not mistress and dog, this was master and bitch. There was some scratching from his paws, but not much. Finally he came,  and was led round to my face so I could lick him clean.

A second and third dog repeated the performance, until I lay there feeling total degradation. I had fantasised about many of my experiences, but had not considered being given to a number of dogs while a large crowd laughed and cheered.

Worse was to  come as I was made  to repeat the whole thing with a Pony! For this I was made to stand against the rail and my hands tied in front of me again, The blindfold was not removed, so at first my fuddled mind thought it was another dog. However I quickly appreciated that this was more than a dog.  His cock was so large I thought I would be torn in two, but somehow he came inside me, and again I found myself with an animal cock in my mouth to lick clean. Yesterday I had done the tasks of a horse, today I was a sexual present to a real horse.

That evening at the auction I fetched £45 so my antics had excited someone. My owner for the evening was younger than most, and at first I enjoyed lying on my back while  he fucked me, but then there was more using my mouth as a piss hole, and I was tied face down while he ravaged my arse, seeming to enjoy causing as much pain as he could. He then caned me as hard as anyone had all week. As a last little humiliation, I was made to beg for the cane, demanding at least twenty strokes, please master. Then it was 1, thank you so much master, you are so kind please give me another 19. 2, thank you so much master, you are so kind, please give me another 18, a mantra I was made to practice until he was sure I had it right. Finally it was 20 thank you so much master, if it pleases you would you like to continue? My pain threshold had increased, but after 21 I still howled until he tired of the noise, and produced a ball gag which I wore for the final nine strokes. This was pain as I had never intended and had never been part of my fantasies, but I knew that I did not make the rules.

The rest of the week was more piss drinking, more whipping, (but I think they were careful not to overdo it quite so much again) and more pony rides, which I was beginning to enjoy, as it was fresh air, and I could take some pride in performance. Somehow I had not envisaged any pride, if that is what it was.

I had totally lost track of time, but suddenly I was attired with all the restraints I had arrive with and

led by my leash through the door, and left without a word. At my feet was my case with my clothes

and my car keys. I confess I felt a moments pang of loss, as for the last eight days I had always

been totally obedient, never having to think shall I? will I ? When will I?

And now I was choosing to take off my restraints, leaving only the rings, then  getting dressed,

opening my car and driving myself back to my familiar estate, and my dutiful staff, thinking that

although the reality was harder than the fantasy, I now had some new fantasies and I had no

complaints as I had had what I asked for, and maybe, just maybe, I would try again another time,

with a little better understanding of what I was letting myself in for.

Then I was home, through the gates I knew so well, parking the car, and moving towards the

door, opened by my butler who  was welcoming me, and saying “the staff are in the lounge,

enjoying the holiday video which your hosts kindly delivered earlier.  Perhaps you would like to

remove your clothes and join us".