I got the call late afternoon and I was excited! Not only was it possibly the largest and best house I was going to put on the market, but the owner was one of the most beautiful girls I had ever met. She rang to claim that she was going to use my company to sell her home but she wished to discuss a few things with me first. As you can guess I am or was, an Estate Agent. Possibly because it was late in the day, or even more likely, because I misled myself thinking that I might be on for a bit of extra 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 thru imposing gates and a long secluded drive. As I pulled up she came out to meet me looking even better than I remembered. She almost certainly 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 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 vehicle she fixed me with her piercing green eyes and gave me a big, although I've got to admit not an especially warm, grin.
pleased to see you again David she revealed 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 small talk, though i must say I was almost speechless 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 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 don't know how long I was out but I slowly woke to find myself on my knees, lent over something like an amalgam 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 exposed. I could feel a slight draught between my raised and spread ass. What on earth was happening? Is this some mad nightmare? I wanted 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's going to need a little bit of work on your part, but trust me, the results will be rewarding. With that she lowered her head towards mine. Well, this must be a trifle disturbing for you, you must be wondering what has happened to you she said just about sweetly Well stop it! From this time on you do not think for yourself. With the cane swished across by buttocks making me writhe with the unexpected pain. Your old life is over, your sole purpose is to serve me and do my bidding. First you will need re-conditioning. The very first thing to learn is that you do not talk unless instructed 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 tried a few more times to communicate with the same effect till I realized she wasn't going to stop until I did, and the pain of the constantly rising strokes became intolerable. Tears were streaming down my face, my buttocks stung with unthinkable discomfort.
Right, now we will start to re-build your life without interruption. She was so calm and she had not even broken a sweat. What was this woman able of? Your name is Gregory and you'll remain in my household till I have no further use for you. You'll do as I say without question, at first from fear of discomfort, but shortly because it's going to be your true pleasure. Serving me will be your life! she strolled to a cupboard and removed a strap-on penis, one of the many on display. She put it on as she spoke your main duty will be to supply a service to a few of my many clients, often male, some female. Listen to me when I say the men will be more kind 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 pleasure of your virgin ass, i need to teach you how and when to communicate. I'm 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 girls as Madam. This may 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 like 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 a high price of the lash. She was not contented this isn't good enough! I want 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 seriously. I don't want you parroting me! I want you to say it because you mean it, because you desire me and because you need cock! Another lash hit its mark. Please, please fuck me Mistress, I am a unclean bitch, I love 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 love to suck James dick, wouldn't you Gregory? Yes Mistress, I'd. Please Sir, can I suck your cock, I can not 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 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 5 inches look rather pathetic.Another lash centered my mind. You've gone quiet! Do I not give you pleasure? Are you not thankful for what I do to you? I am sorry Mistress, your expert fucking and the appearance 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 obliged by opening wide. With my head restrained I could not do anything except provide a hole for him to fuck. This he did with gusto, ramming his large dick down my throat leading me to gag. To my amazement I realized that my private 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 forwards and backwards with the thrusts of my Mistress, my cock rubbed against the leather of the restraining stool, the thought and feel of this massive cock pulsing in my mouth and this beautiful lady 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 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 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 more the lash struck, this time against my chest. I duly required. From time to time you'll 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 right away 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 disgusting 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 pleasant. Just the idea made me sick but I attempted 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 is 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 thorough, 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 thought hence 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 slake 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 one or two 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, in part out of fear, but also because, strangely, I felt honoured to taste my Mistress's nectar. The velocity 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 claimed, almost friendly. Are you starting to enjoy the experience? I grinned yes Mistress In a split second her expression changed, there had been 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 slid to the floor. You piece of shit she screamed. How dare you suspect that 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, surgery exam bed. I got to my knees but failed to get any higher, so I crawled. I got to the table but couldn't pull myself up. She kicked my ass, I got higher slowly till I reached up and slipped onto the table. Thank you 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 indicating me. As i said, you are not here to enjoy yourself. Just in case you forget, I've 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 fashion that I knew that I had probably had my last erection. It was painful, but on top of the rest it barely mattered.My Mistress, now in control, turned to face the camera. And there you have it ladies, the finished article. Now a small number of you may feel my strategies are too extraordinary, and nonessential. In fact , you may have as many ready slaves as you would like. But believe me none will give you the service or satisfaction that Gregory will give me. There is one last piece in the jigsaw of his training. It will 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 can write a suicide note for his folks. This may get left in his auto with his clothes close by, at a spot on the coast known for it's powerful currents. His body will never be found.
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