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Posted by Admin on May 06, 2010
I got the call late afternoon and I was excited! Not only was it most likely 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 wanted to debate a couple of things with me first. As you can guess I am or was, an Estate Agent. Doubtless as it was late in the day, or even more likely, because I misled myself thinking that I could be on for a bit of extra marital 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 fringe of city off a country lane, and I approached it through imposing gates and a long secluded 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 must be something gigantic 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 a big, though 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 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 tiny talk, though I have got to say I was almost speechless in her presence, such was her beauty and manner I felt almost intimidated. Drink up! she revealed i want to show you something upstairs before we discuss 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 cross between a saddle and a weight lifting bench. My hands were strapped to the front and side and my ankles likewise 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 sort 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 tried to spit it out but I realized that 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 willing weasels that pay for your service. He's going to need a bit of work on your side, but listen to me, the results will be rewarding. With that she reduced her head towards mine. Well, this must be a trifle unsettling for you, you must be wondering what has happened to you she said virtually sweetly Well stop it! From this time on you don't think for yourself. With the cane swished across by ass making me 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 don't speak unless told to do so. She began 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 an identical effect till I realized she was never going to stop till i did, and the pain of the ever increasing strokes became unbearable. Tears were streaming down my face, my bum stung with unthinkable 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 lady capable of? Your name is Gregory and you will remain in my household till I don't have any further use for you. You may do as I say with no question, initially out of fear of agony, but shortly because it is going to be your true pleasure. Serving me will be your life! she strolled to a cupboard and removed a strap-on willy, one out of many on view. She put it on as she spoke your principal duty will be to provide a service to a few of my many clients, mostly male, some female. Trust me when I say the men will be kinder to you. When you're with them, you will 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 thrill of your virgin ass, I want to teach you how and when to communicate. I am your mistress and shall always be known as such. As you are now the lowest of the low, you may address all blokes as Sir and all ladies as Madam. This may include all the other slaves that you are going to come into contact with. Do you understand? I paused, the pussy-cat tore at my back. Yes Mistress. Now, you adore cock, don't you Gregory? After a slight pause I said yes. It was not fast enough and damn, I forgot to say Mistress. I paid the price of the lash. She wasn't contented this is not 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 do not want you parroting me! I want you to say it as you mean it, because you need me and as you want cock! Another lash hit its mark. Please, please fuck me Mistress, I am a mucky bitch, I really like to have cock inside me I pleaded. that's'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, I'd. Please Sir, can I suck your cock, I cannot get enough. My Mistress giggled at this. A quick learner aren't you, or are we seeing the real you? With this she entered me and the shock took my breath initially but once deeper it just felt uncomfortable. We took the freedom of clearing 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 5 inches look rather pathetic.Another lash centered my mind. You have gone quiet! Do I not give you pleasure? Are you not grateful for what I am doing to you? I am sorry Mistress, your expert fucking and the appearance 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 couldn't do anything except offer a hole for him to fuck. This he probably did with gusto, ramming his enormous dick down my throat making me gag. To my amazement I realized that my very own cock had sprung into life. How could this be? I'm 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 concept and feel of this large cock pulsing in my mouth and this gorgeous lady fucking me was sending me raving. See our bitch go now! she giggled he is 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”. 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 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'll have the privilege of performing certain jobs for me. It can be anything from vacuuming to cleaning my toilet with your mouth. You may do these things instantly without any 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 sickening 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 concept made me sick but I attempted not to let it show. See the bitch is hungry for more, she is going to be a good asset. I licked it clean till 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 giggled. I was intensive, even the undersides and heels where put to me for both shoes. I eventually stopped when told, my mouth dry as a desert.
parched are we? I thought therefore 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'll 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 bottom of her corset and held the funnel under her. Of course I realized what would be coming my way. It was actually the worst drink I had ever had but I didn't want to spill a drop, partially because of fear, but also because, unusually, I felt honoured to taste my Mistress's nectar. The velocity of flow made it complicated but i managed to drink it all and I lay on the floor happy with myself.
Stand up, Gregory she claimed, virtually friendly. Are you starting to enjoy the experience? I grinned yes Mistress In a split second her expression modified, there was a wildness in her eyes. At the same moment, with great skill, 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 think that 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 exam 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 till I reached up and slipped onto the table. Thanks Mistress.
As I lay, I realized how much agony I was in. I saw her retrieve something that I recognized from a drawer. It had been a piercing gun. She approached with it pointing at me. As I pointed out, you aren't here to enjoy yourself. in case you forget, I've a incessant reminder for you. She quickly managed to pierce my swollen pubic area in two 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 that I had probably had my last erection. It was painful, but on top of the rest it hardly mattered.My Mistress, now in control, turned to face the camera. And there you have it ladies, the completed article. Now a small number of you may feel my methods are too intense, and nonessential. In fact , you can have as many willing slaves as you would like. But believe 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 claimed, 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 folks. This may get left in his car with his clothes close by, at a spot on the coast famous for it's robust currents. His body will never be found.
