Aug
28
I got the call late afternoon and I was excited! Not only was it most likely the largest and best house I was going to put on the market, but the owner was one of the most lovely women I had ever met. She rang to assert that she was going to use my company to sell her home but she wished to discuss 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 even more likely, because I deluded myself thinking that I might be on for a little bit of additional conjugal with a beautiful girl, I did not 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 city off a country lane, and I approached it through imposing gates and a long isolated drive. As I pulled up she came out to meet me looking even better than I recalled. She probably stood six feet tall in her stiletto heels, her long red hair flowed over her shoulders. I imagined she's got to be something huge in the town, as she was wearing an immaculate business suit, and I rather dreamed that the black nylon I could see led up to a suspender belt. As I got out of the automobile she fixed me with her piercing green eyes and gave me an enormous, though I must admit not a particularly warm, smile.
pleased to see you again David she claimed 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 nearly speechless in her presence, such was her beauty and manner I felt virtually intimidated. Drink up! she said i want to show you something upstairs before we debate business terms. This was it! I didn't need asking twice, I downed the wine in one and stood up, or tried to.
I'm not sure how long I was out but I slowly woke to find myself on my knees, lent over something similar to a mix of a saddle and a weight lifting bench. My hands were strapped to the front and side and my ankles similarly restrained on the side and rear. There had been something across the back of my neck that held my head still as my chin sat in a kind of dip at the front so that my face pointed forward. The chill I felt told me I must be exposed. I could feel a slight draught between my raised and spread buttocks. What the hell was happening? Is this some mad nightmare? I needed 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 recollect is a subject like this is different from the prepared weasels that pay for your service. He will need a little bit of work on your side, but believe me, the results will be rewarding. With that she decreased her head towards mine. Well, this must be a trifle unsettling for you, you have to be wondering what has happened to you she said almost sweetly Well stop it! From this time on you don't think for yourself. With that the cane swished across by buttocks causing me to writhe with the sudden 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. whack, went the cane, Why are you .. Whack! Another one even harder I ca.. Whack! I attempted a few more times to speak with an identical effect until I realised she wasn't going to stop until i did, and the discomfort of the ever increasing strokes became intolerable. Tears were streaming down my face, my bum stung with unthinkable pain.
Right, now we will be able to start to re-build your life without interruption. She was so calm and she hadn't even damaged a sweat. What was this girl capable of? Your name is Gregory and you will remain in my household till I have no further use for you. You'll do as I say without any question, initially because of fear of discomfort, but soon because it is going to be your true pleasure. Serving me will be your life! she walked to a cupboard and removed a strap-on penis, one of many on display. She put it on as she spoke your principal duty will be to provide a service to a couple of my many clients, generally male, some female. Listen to me when I say the men will be kinder to you. When you are with them, you may obey them as you would me.
She put the cane in the cupboard, removed a cat of 9 tails and then disappeared from my sight. Before I have the thrill of your virgin ass, i need to teach you how and when to communicate. I am your mistress and shall always be referred to as such. As you are now the lowest of the low, you may address all men as Sir and all women as Madam. This may include all of the slaves that you'll come into contact with. Do you understand? I paused, the pussy ripped at my back. Yes Mistress. Now, you adore cock, don't you Gregory? After a slight pause I said yes. It wasn't fast enough and damn, I didn't remember to say Mistress. I paid heavily of the lash. She was not happy this isn't good enough! I would like you to beg me to fuck you like a dog! Please fuck me like a dog I replied. Again she lashed at my back far 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 because you desire cock! Another lash hit its mark. Please, please fuck me Mistress, I am a dirty bitch, I really like to have cock inside me I pleaded. that is's better.
James, come over here, we have got a virgin desperate 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 really like to suck James dick, wouldn't you Gregory? Yes Mistress, I might. Please Sir, can I suck your cock, I can not 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 5 inches look rather pathetic.Another lash targeted 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 sight of Sir's cock left me speechless, please fuck me harder! she did and James put his cock to my mouth, at which I obliged by opening wide. With my head restrained I could not do anything except provide a hole for him to fuck. This he probably did with gusto, ramming his giant dick down my throat causing me to gag. To my amazement I realised that my private 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 forwards and backwards with the thrusts of my Mistress, my cock rubbed against the leather of the restraining stool, the idea and feel of this big cock pulsing in my mouth and this gorgeous woman fucking me was sending me delirious. See our bitch go now! she giggled he's going to come. Fuck him harder! This they did, the wonderful 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 a right 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 again the lash struck, this time against my chest. I duly required. From time to time you will have the privilege of performing certain tasks for me. It can be anything from vacuuming to cleaning my toilet with your mouth. You will do these things right away with no question. Do you understand? Swish, the lash went across my back Yes Mistress. I was starting to fear 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 agreeable. Just the thought made me sick but I tried not to let it show. See the bitch is hungry for more, she will be a good asset. I licked it clean till my mouth was dry. That appears 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 undersides and heels where put to me for both shoes. I eventually stopped when told, my mouth dry as a desert.
thirsty are we? I assumed hence that is 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 slake your thirst. Lie on your back. I did as instructed, she crossed to a drawer to retrieve a tube with a funnel. I'm allowing you to have the best drink of all. She put the tube in my mouth. The 'strap on' had gone earlier. Now she undid some poppers in the base of her corset and held the funnel under her. Naturally I realised what would be coming my way. It was the worst drink I had ever had but I did not need to spill a drop, partly from fear, but also because, unusually, I felt honoured to taste my Mistress's nectar. The velocity of flow made it difficult but I was able to drink it all and I lay on the floor pleased with myself.
Stand up, Gregory she said, virtually friendly. Are you beginning to enjoy the experience? I smiled yes Mistress In a split 2nd her expression changed, there was a wildness in her eyes. At the same moment, with great talent, speed and force, she kicked me between my exposed legs. No grin on my face now as I fell to the floor. You piece of shit she screamed. How dare you believe you can ever have pleasure! As I slipped 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 examination bed. I got to my knees but did not get any higher, so I crawled. I got to the table but could not pull myself up. She kicked my ass, I got higher little by little until I reached up and fell onto the table. Many thanks Mistress.
As I lay, I realized how much pain I was in. I saw her retrieve something that I recognised from a drawer. It was a piercing gun. She approached with it pointing at me. As I pointed out, you are not here to enjoy yourself. Just in case you forget, I've got a constant reminder for you. She quickly managed to pierce my distended pubic area in 2 places and the end of my foreskin before inserting rings into each hole with great ability. She then attached a padlock in such a manner that I knew I had likely had my last erection. It was unpleasant, but on top of everything else it barely mattered.My Mistress, now in control, turned to face the camera. And there you have it ladies, the completed article. Now a few of you may feel my strategies are too intense, and pointless. In fact , you can have as many willing slaves as you need. But trust me none will give you the service or satisfaction that Gregory will give me. There's one final piece in the jigsaw of his training. It'll stop any stupid thoughts entering his head. As I have claimed, he should know what I'm capable of, that his life is mine now to do with as I please. He will write a suicide note for his folks. This will get left in his automobile with his garments close by, at a spot on the coast known for it's strong currents. His body will never be found.