I got the call late afternoon and I was excited! Not only was it potentially the biggest and best house I was going to put on the market, but the owner was one of the most lovely ladies I had ever met. She rang to say that she was going to use my company to sell her home but she needed to debate a couple of things with me first. As you can guess I am or was, an Estate Agent. Probably because it was late in the day, or more likely, because I misled myself thinking that I might be on for a little bit of additional conjugal with a gorgeous girl, I didn't tell any of my staff or put the appointment in the diary, what a mistake that turned out to be.
The house was on the edge of town off a country lane, and I approached it thru imposing gates and a long isolated drive. As I pulled up she came out to meet me looking even better than I recollected. She probably stood 6 feet tall in her stiletto heels, her long red hair flowed over her shoulders. I imagined she's got to be something big in the city, as she was dressed in a spotless business suit, and I rather dreamed the black nylon I could see led up to a suspender belt. As I got out of the car she fixed me with her piercing green eyes and gave me a big, though I've got to admit not a particularly warm, grin.
pleased to see you again David she said as she held out her well-manicured hand. Her skin was soft but the grip was not, as she gave my hand a good long squeeze. My hopes where raised as she invited me into the drawing room for a drink. There we sat and made little talk, though I have got to say I was almost dumbfounded in her presence, such was her beauty and demeanour I felt almost threatened. Drink up! she announced I would like to show you something upstairs before we discuss business terms. This was it! I did not need asking twice, I downed the wine in one and stood up, or attempted to.
I'm not sure how long I was out but I slowly woke to find myself on my knees, lent over something like a mix of a saddle and a weight lifting bench. My hands were strapped to the front and side and my ankles likewise restrained to the side and rear. There was something across the back of my neck that held my head still as my chin sat in a type of dip at the front so that my face pointed forward. The chill I felt told me I must be naked. I could feel a slight draught between my raised and spread bum. What the hey was happening? Is this some silly nightmare? I would have liked to scream out but my mouth was full with something rubber. I attempted to spit it out but I realised this also was restrained by a strap around my head.As I awoke I could her talking. At first I thought it was a TV, then I recognised the voice as my supposed client. “At last our subject matter shows signs of life, let me now demonstrate how quickly I can get this totally unsuspecting specimen to obey my commands”. She strode towards me, her heels clicking loudly on the hard floor. My situation had caused an adrenalin surge. I was awake and quickly surveyed what I could of my surroundings. I appeared to be in some kind of cellar but it was well lit and I could see why. As well as my client there were at least 2 others, men, pointing cameras at me from the front and side. My client got close. I was right about the stockings but now the business suit had been replaced by a black corset. Her flowing locks where now secured in a severe ponytail. To the side of her head was attached a microphone, the sort that you have seen ‘Madonna’ use on stage. This kept her hands free of course because in one she carried a bamboo cane!
She continued her commentary to camera. What you want to remember is that a subject like this isn't the same as the prepared weasels that pay for your service. He is going to need a bit of work on your part, but believe me, the results will be rewarding. With that she reduced her head towards mine. Well, this has to be a trifle unsettling for you, you need to be wondering what has happened to you she announced just about sweetly Well stop it! From this time on you do not think for yourself. With that the cane swished across by ass making me writhe with the unexpected discomfort. Your old life is over, your sole purpose is to serve me and do my bidding. First you'll need re-conditioning. The first thing to learn is that you do not talk unless ordered to do so. She started to undo the strap around my head then pulled out the rubber gag. What the hell. strike, went the cane, Why are you .. Whack! Another one even harder I ca.. Whack! I attempted one or two more times to speak with a similar effect until I realised she was never going to stop until i did, and the discomfort of the constantly rising strokes became intolerable. Tears were streaming down my face, my ass stung with unimaginable pain.
Right, now we can start to re-build your life without interruption. She was so calm and she hadn't even broken a sweat. What was this woman capable of? Your name is Gregory and you will remain in my household till I have no further use for you. You may do as I say without any question, at first because of fear of pain, but soon because it is going to be your true pleasure. Serving me will be your life! she strode to a cupboard and removed a strap-on willy, one of many on display. She put it on as she spoke your main duty will be to offer a service to a few of my many clients, often male, some female. Listen to me when I say the men will be kinder to you. When you're with them, you'll obey them as you would me.
She put the cane in the cupboard, removed a cat of nine tails and then disappeared from my sight. Before I have the pleasure of your virgin ass, I want to teach you how and when to communicate. I am your mistress and shall always be called such. As you are now the lowest of the low, you'll address all guys as Sir and all women as Madam. This will include all other slaves that you'll come into contact with. Do you understand? I paused, the cat ripped at my back. Yes Mistress. Now, you love cock, don't you Gregory? After a slight pause I announced yes. It was not quick enough and damn, I forgot to say Mistress. I paid the price of the lash. She was not happy this is not good enough! I need you to beg me to fuck you like a dog! Please fuck me like a dog I replied. Again she lashed at my back much more severely. I don't want you parroting me! I would like you to say it as you mean it, because you desire me and as you need cock! Another lash hit its mark. Please, please fuck me Mistress, I am a unclean bitch, I really like to have cock inside me I pleaded. that's's better.
James, come over here, we've got a virgin frantic to be fucked. One of the cameramen left his post to come towards me as I felt something cool being rubbed in my anus. You would adore to suck James dick, wouldn't you Gregory? Yes Mistress, I might. Please Sir, can I suck your cock, I cannot get enough. My Mistress laughed at this. A quick learner are not you, or are we seeing the genuine you? With this she entered me and the shock took my breath at first but once deeper it just felt uncomfortable. We took the freedom of cleaning out your guts while you where asleep as I don't like any mess. As she thrust deeper and harder James dropped his trousers to free his cock, which made my five inches look rather pathetic.Another lash centered my mind. You have gone quiet! Do I not give you pleasure? Are you not thankful for what I do to you? I'm sorry Mistress, your expert fucking and the look of Sir's cock left me dumbfounded, please fuck me harder! she probably did and James put his cock to my mouth, at which I obliged by opening wide. With my head restrained I couldn't do anything except offer a hole for him to fuck. This he probably did with gusto, ramming his large dick down my throat causing me to gag. To my amazement I realised that my own cock had sprung into life. How could this be? I am not gay, this disgusts me! But the truth was I could feel my hips moving backwards and forwards with the thrusts of my Mistress, my cock rubbed against the leather of the restraining stool, the thought and feel of this massive cock throbbing in my mouth and this gorgeous lady fucking me was sending me delirious. See our bitch go now! she laughed he is going to come. Fuck him harder! This they did, the glorious pain between my legs and the ever-throbbing joint in my mouth did the job. As James exploded his come down my throat, i did the same.“What do you have to say for yourself?” she asked as they both stood up from me. “Thank you Mistress”. She turned smiling to the camera to continue her commentary. As she did so James released me from my straps. I did not know what to do so I stayed where I was. I felt strange. Although in pain I felt almost euphoric. Any thoughts of my previous life where at the back of my mind, all I could think of was what this cruel Goddess, my Mistress, had in store for me next.
Get up Gregory, there is more to be done today. You have earned the privilege to learn the art of worshipping me. When I enter a room you have to fall to your knees with your face to the floor and await my instruction. Well, what are you waiting for? once more the lash struck, this time against my chest. I duly obliged. From time to time you'll have the privilege of performing certain jobs for me. It can be anything from vacuuming to cleaning my toilet with your mouth. You will do these things immediately without any question. Do you understand? Swish, the lash went across my back Yes Mistress. I was starting to dread questions.
You have left a mess behind, see! Lick it clean you revolting animal! I raised my head and realised she meant my very own ejaculate against the restraining stool. I crawled across and did as instructed. This was less than nice. Just the idea made me sick but I attempted not to let it show. See the bitch is hungry for more, she's going to be a good asset. I licked it clean until my mouth was dry. That looks like a good job, come and do the same for my shoes. As she presented them to me she lent forward and spat on her shoe. Now for some spit and polish she laughed. I was exhaustive, even the bottoms and heels where put to me for both shoes. I ultimately stopped when told, my mouth dry as a desert.
thirsty are we? I believed so , that's the reason why I shall put a hold on your punishment for not thanking me for your duties. S-sorry, Mistress I stammered you will be, but first let me quench your thirst. Lie on your back. i did as instructed, she crossed to a drawer to retrieve a tube with a funnel. I am letting you have the best drink of all. She put the tube in my mouth. The 'strap on' had gone earlier. Now she undid a few poppers in the base of her corset and held the funnel under her. Naturally I realized what would be coming my way. It was the worst drink I had ever had but I didn't wish to spill a drop, partly because of fear, but also because, unusually, I felt honoured to taste my Mistress's nectar. The rate of flow made it complicated but I was able to drink it all and I lay on the floor happy with myself.
Stand up, Gregory she revealed, virtually friendly. Are you starting to enjoy the experience? I smiled yes Mistress In a split second her expression modified, there had been a wildness in her eyes. At the same moment, with great talent, speed and force, she kicked me between my exposed legs. No smile on my face now as I fell to the floor. You piece of shit she screamed. How dare you believe that you can ever have pleasure! As I slid forward to my knees she freed another kick, knocking me backwards.
Up Gregory! Get on the table and lie down! She pointed to a white linen covered, hospice exam bed. I got to my knees but failed to get any higher, so I crawled. I got to the table but could not pull myself up. She kicked my ass, I got higher bit by bit until I reached up and dropped onto the table. Many thanks Mistress.
As I lay, I realised how much agony I was in. I saw her retrieve something that I recognised from a drawer. It is a piercing gun. She approached with it indicating me. As I pointed out, you aren't here to enjoy yourself. in case you forget, I've got a incessant reminder for you. She quickly managed to pierce my distended pubic area in two places and the end of my foreskin before inserting rings into each hole with great skill. She then attached a padlock in such a way that I knew I had probably had my last erection. It was agonizing, but on top of everything else it hardly mattered.My Mistress, now in control, turned to face the camera. And there you have it ladies, the completed article. Now some of you may feel my methods are too intense, and unnecessary. After all , you may have as many prepared slaves as you want. But trust me none will give you the service or satisfaction that Gregory will give me. There is one final piece in the jigsaw of his training. It'll stop any stupid thoughts entering his head. As I have asserted, he should know what I'm capable of, that his life is mine now to do with as I please. He can write a suicide note for his family. This will get left in his automobile with his clothes close by, at a spot on the coast famous for it's powerful currents. His body will never be found.
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Posted May 06, 2010 by Admin under Uncategorized
