Aug
20
I got the call late afternoon and I was excited! Not only was it possibly the biggest and best house I was going to put on the market, but the owner was one of the loveliest ladies 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 more likely, because I deluded myself thinking that I could be on for a little bit of extra marriage with a gorgeous lady, 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 fringe of city off a country lane, and I approached it thru imposing gates and a long secluded drive. As I pulled up she came out to meet me looking even better than I recollected. She almost certainly stood six feet tall in her stiletto heels, her long red hair flowed over her shoulders. I imagined she has got to be something big in the town, as she was wearing a unblemished 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 vehicle she fixed me with her piercing green eyes and gave me an enormous, although I've got to admit not an extremely warm, smile.
happy to see you again David she claimed as she held out her well-manicured hand. Her skin was soft but the grip wasn't, 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 must say I was almost speechless in her presence, such was her beauty and manner I felt about threatened. Drink up! she revealed 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 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 cross between a saddle and a weight lifting bench. My hands were strapped to the front and side and my ankles likewise restrained to one 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 naked. I could feel a slight draught between my raised and spread buttocks. What on earth 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 realized 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 ready weasels that pay for your service. He is going to need a little bit of work on your part, but listen to me, the results will be rewarding. With that she reduced her head towards mine. Well, this has to be a trifle disturbing for you, you must be wondering what is happening to you she announced almost sweetly Well stop it! From this point on you do not think for yourself. With that the cane swished across by buttocks making me writhe with the sudden agony. Your old life is over, your sole purpose is to serve me and do my bidding. First you'll need re-conditioning. The very 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 tried a few more times to speak with the same effect until I realized she was never going to stop till i did, and the pain of the constantly rising strokes became unbearable. Tears were streaming down my face, my buttocks stung with unimaginable pain.
Right, now we can begin to re-build your life without interruption. She was so calm and she had not even damaged a sweat. What was this girl capable of? Your name is Gregory and you will remain in my household until I haven't any further use for you. You'll do as I say with no question, at first out of fear of agony, 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 dick, one out of many on view. She put it on as she spoke your main duty will be to provide a service to a couple of my many clients, often male, some female. Believe me when I say the men will be kinder to you. When you are with them, you'll obey them as you would me.
She put the cane in the cupboard, removed a kitty of nine tails and then vanished from my sight. Before I have the enjoyment of your virgin ass, I want to teach you how and when to communicate. I'm your mistress domme and shall always be called such. As you are now the lowest of the low, you'll address all blokes as Sir and all girls as Madam. This can include all of the slaves that you are going to come into contact with. Do you understand? I paused, the cat ripped at my back. Yes mistress domme. Now, you love cock, don't you Gregory? After a slight pause I announced yes. It was not quick enough and damn, I did not remember to say mistress domme. I paid heavily of the lash. She was not contented 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 much more severely. I don't want you parroting me! I would like you to say it as you mean it, as you want me and because you want cock! Another lash hit its mark. Please, please fuck me mistress domme, I am probably a mucky bitch, I love to have cock inside me I pleaded. that is's better.
James, come over here, we have 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 really like to suck James dick, wouldn't you Gregory? Yes mistress domme, I would. Please Sir, am I able to suck your cock, I can not get enough. My mistress domme laughed at this. A quick learner are not you, or are we seeing the real you? With this she entered me and the shock took my breath at first but once deeper it just felt uncomfortable. We took the liberty of cleaning out your bowels while you where asleep as I detest 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 am doing to you? I'm sorry mistress domme, your expert fucking and the sight of Sir's cock left me speechless, please fuck me harder! she probably did and James put his cock to my mouth, at which I required by opening wide. With my head restrained I couldn't do anything except provide a hole for him to fuck. This he did with gusto, ramming his enormous dick down my throat leading me to gag. To my awe I realized 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 domme, my cock rubbed against the leather of the restraining stool, the concept and feel of this large cock pulsing in my mouth and this beautiful girl fucking me was sending me raving. See our bitch go now! she giggled he's going to come. Fuck him harder! This they did, the wonderful discomfort 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 domme”. 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 domme, 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 required. From time to time you will have the honour of performing certain tasks for me. It can be anything from vacuuming to cleaning my toilet with your mouth. You will do these things instantly without any question. Do you understand? Swish, the lash went across my back Yes mistress domme. I was starting to dread questions.
You have left a mess behind, see! Lick it clean you sickening animal! I raised my head and realized she meant my ejaculate against the restraining stool. I crawled across and did as instructed. This was less than nice. Just the thought made me sick but I tried 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 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 intensive, even the bottoms and heels where put to me for both shoes. I eventually stopped when told, my mouth dry as a desert.
parched are we? I assumed hence that's why I shall put a hold on your punishment for not thanking me for your duties. S-sorry, mistress domme 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 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. Of course I realised what would be coming my way. It was the worst drink I had ever had but I did not wish to spill a drop, partially because of fear, but also because, unusually, I felt honoured to sample my mistress domme's nectar. The velocity of flow made it hard but i managed to drink it all and I lay on the floor happy with myself.
Stand up, Gregory she claimed, nearly friendly. Are you starting to enjoy the experience? I grinned yes mistress domme In a split second her expression changed, there had been a wildness in her eyes. At the same moment, with great talent, speed and force, she kicked me between my naked legs. No smile on my face now as I fell to the floor. You piece of shit she screamed. How dare you suspect you can ever have pleasure! As I slipped forward to my knees she unleashed another kick, knocking me backwards.
Up Gregory! Get on the table and lie down! She pointed to a white linen covered, hospital examination bed. I got to my knees but didn't 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 slipped onto the table. Thanks mistress domme.
As I lay, I realized how much agony I was in. I saw her retrieve something that I recognized from a drawer. It was a piercing gun. She approached with it indicating me. As i said, you aren't here to enjoy yourself. Just in case you forget, I have a steady 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 fashion that I knew that I had likely had my last erection. It was painful, but on top of the rest it hardly mattered.My mistress domme, 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 unnecessary. In fact , you can have as many ready slaves as you would like. 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 coaching. It will stop any silly thoughts entering his head. As I have said, he should know what I am capable of, that his life is mine now to do with as I please. He will write a suicide note for his family. This could get left in his auto with his garments close by, at a spot on the coast famous for it's strong currents. His body will never be found.