It all started with some paper panties!
Well to be honest it started some weeks ago when I saw a Consultant; and he recommended some investigative surgery.
So last Thursday I woke at 5, had a small glass of water and constantly checked the time until we set off for the Hospital. The NHS sent me to a private hospital to speed up things.
The hospital; I found was clean, smart and slightly intimidating. As a NHS patient I was shown to a multi-occupant room with 12 beds, I was the only one using that room that day.
I sat there for some time, lonely, fretting, Mistress had not been allowed to enter the ward. Incidentally if my life style choice was accepted, there may, just may have been an understanding that I really needed my Mistress by my side at that time. I would have been a bit calmer, a bit more relaxed. However the rules are the rules, i sat there alone. In the corridor I could hear the clicking of heals....... well more of a stomp stomp. A heavy set, blonde woman appeared, she turned out to be the ward sister. She had an unfortunate Face, more built for the gramophone than the radio. Her bedside manner was to put it in a nutshell like a shipbuilder welder after a good 8 pints, aggressive and lacking in bedside etiquette, manners, or any human traits. More a robot. Shortly afterwards I found myself wearing those paper panties, the famous; stylish hospital gown that allows ones bum to get plenty of fresh air; to complete the picture a pair of rather fetching white surgical stockings. Personally I would have rather had been strung up naked in front of a couple of hundred people and getting 'Played with".
Oh..... ok I've already done that before, believe me it's more fun! Anyway I sat there feeling very apprehensive, the dragon, sorry ward sister was no comfort at all, finally the consultant entered. He strode in purposefully with that I know everything disposition that I assume all Docs develop over the years. We chatted, he looked, sighed, looked again, prodded and poked me before announcing with a disappointed tone, let's leave it six weeks and have another look then, things are looking better.
I almost whooped, the sister looked as though she was about to chuck. I did the 30 second redress and ran, as far as the reception, where a very nice lady rang Mistress to come and collect me.
I've just got the scan on Thursday then the consultant to come, so toes crossed.
I had booked 5 days off to recover, so we suddenly found ourselves with unexpected quality time. Number One Daughter was the first visit of the weekend, Mistress and I have been doing everything to support all three of them during these difficult weeks following childbirth. We had a glorious day, charity clothes shopping, Mistress and N1D favourite type of shopping. Baby strapped to N1D, we hunted the bargains, or rather they hunted I stood mute, fetching and carrying as directed. The opportunity to be a useful submissive was good for me, a little boring after a couple of hours, but that's the way the cookie crumbles. We dined at a local hostilely, N1D breast fed openly in public. Now here's a terrible confession when She first started doing this I struggled with it, not Her fault or problem, mine and mine alone. I have taken time to feel comfortable with the situation and I am now at ease with it. I was somewhat on edge in case while in the pub some dick complained or even worse starred. Fortunately no one did either and N1D had a great day, She really need special days at the moment.
Mistress was pleased with me and later during the weekend we played. Now here another terrible admission, the play went wrong. It does sometimes, even after all the years we have the odd failure. I'd choppesd (talked and talked), Mistress hadn't managed to get me into 'Play Submissive Mode' which is different to'Normal Submissive Mode' afterwards I was flat and unhappy.
Now here's the big question, would you tell your Mistress you were unhappy?
What do you think I did?
m
Tuesday 28 April 2015
Monday 27 April 2015
Chapter 5
Chapter Five 27/04/15
David's mouth dropped, how did she know? They sat facing each other in total silence, David could hear the annoying tick tick of the plastic ,once white ,wall clock, he was completely dumbfounded. She stared into his eyes, unblinking, calm, patient. He couldn't break her gaze, he just couldn't. A plate was unceremoniously bashed onto the table, dissolving the spell. Sue grunted something and retreated to the kitchen.
"Well are you going to shoot me or eat that" She asked, then added "You're really going to eat that?" In a surprised questioning tone.
With the moment gone David felt the Browning in his hand under the table move downwards of its own accord so that it's muzzle was pointing at the crumb covered tiled floor. He looked down at the food before looking back at her, he still did not know what to say.
Finally he sighed then rested the gun on the seat, picked up a fork and began to eat, Emilia watched him with some amusement before speaking. "Well that's the first bright thing you have done this week, let's see if you can make it two shall we?. I want a detailed account, no more "no no it wasn't me" ok?"
David nodded and went through the break-in. He explained how he'd fried the alarm, how they had they moved the car-parts, what happened when the alarm went off. He missed the paling of her face when he mentioned the scar on the forearm. He was clear that it looked like a skull and crossbones without the skull. He even mentioned the fruit bouncing everywhere and the look of hate on the Warriors face. By the end of his tale he was convinced that he had told her the whole story.
Mistress Blackstock drummed her fingers on the table and then demanded to know where he had got the job and plan from. David thought about trying to fib but he just couldn't manage it.
"It was Joe, owns the yard" he indicated towards the yard with his fork, a stubby morsel of greasy sausage that was on the utensil fell off, bounced twice on the table and fell to join the other older staler treats below.
Emilia shook her head slowly and the looked him fully in the eyes again, holding him there in mid munch. "Joes dead, drowned Thursday afternoon or early evening, the Police say it was suicide but I guess the autopsy will show murder, he didn't seem the type to want to kill himself, right?"
A shaken David agreed, Joe's dead, could he take anymore he thought. There was worse to come.
"You know that the three Scots were going to kill you?, my guess they killed Joe" She continued slowly; making sure the words sank in. Looking into David's horrified eyes she told him that Calum had lasted longer than the other two, so that all her attention were finally focused on him.
She enjoyed explaining that as she cut off the end of his penis he begged to die. Emilia licked her slim ruby red lips at that point, recalling the sounds and smells of fear and suffering, the half mutters, rants and tears, music to her ears. Explaining further she told him that Calum had said that the three men had been sent down from Glasgow by their big underworld boss, strangely Calum wouldn't give up the mans name. They were to meet Joe and get him to get someone to help them to do the job. Just before he died he mentioned that you were to die that night, but as it had all gone wrong they thought that they should get instructions first. Of course I got to them an hour after they left the yard. "Didn't you think it was strange that Ahmed had a set of keys to the padlock on the gate?" She asked.
David chewed while he thought about it "Yes, now you mention it; it is, poor Joe, he was a great guy you know. He was my friend" David affirmed. He felt that he should be more upset, gutted but he had run out of emotions, he was still numb.
Mistress Blackstock looked at David and shook her head again, frowning before stating "If he was so good to you why did he set you up with those three thugs?, of course I don't know for sure they killed Joe, the last one choked on his cock and died before I got to ask!"
"This woman you saw her face, yes?" Receiving a weak nod she went on "Right let's say she did steal the cup and you were the innocent party so to say" she laughed at this. "What shall I do with you, you little thieving scum?" Drumming her fingers again like she was playing a piano she mulled over the options before pronouncing her verdict. "I will give you two choices, the first; you leave here and after a week I come looking and kill you. The other is you come with me and be my slave, fully obeying me while we look for this woman. Any time you want out or I don't need you anymore you will be brought back here and left in the position you are in now and given two weeks before I come a hunting. What do you think boy?"
David's head dropped, what a pair of options, dammed if he did or didn't. "What about Cathy" he asked earnestly.
"Gone" came the harsh word, followed by."Choose now or I will choose for you"
David shrugged his shoulders, he knew he had no choice, he was not strong willed enough to use the gun, somehow or other he reasoned that what ever he did she would have her way. "Ok option two" he murmured"
"Option two please Mistress" came the swift return.
"Yes Mistress" David said, completely deflated. He handed over the gun, Emilia took it by the barrel, glanced at it before fitting it; with some difficulty, into her handbag.
Instructing him to leave the rest of the breakfast they walked out of the cafe, David failing to open the entrance door and got told off. As the walked over to the yard Fat Sue reappeared from the Kitchen, looking at the plate sucked her false teeth noisily and inspected the untouched black pudding, "I can use you again" she said to it as she wibbled and wobbled back the way she had come.
After a prolonged inspection of the van Mistress E was certain she now had a fuller picture of the events of Thursday night. It was clear to some extent that David had been not so much as set up as used. She didn't consider him blameless at all, but she now knew that she was going to have to also use him. Kill him later she thought, long and slow, but that was for another day. She enquired where the Skoda was, David took her to it and they drove back to the house in silence except when David asked if there was a second alarm system. She confirmed that there was, and then explained that if the second alarm was activated it was designed to trip the main alarm; however because David had defeated the main alarm when the activation signal came instead of setting of the main alarm sounders and switching on all of the lights it had in fact tripped all the fuses, thus plunging everywhere into darkness. Not far behind Mistresses Chauffer following in a smart new Jaguar.
On entering the garage the man who had been there the first time David had been brought in was waiting. David watched as he threw himself into position two, flowed gracefully into position three, kissed Emilia's feet passionately before going back into position two. Emilia held his head with both hands and bowed down planting a long, passionate kiss on his lips, they gazed into each other's eyes. David felt awkward, out of place, clearly intruding on an intimate moment. She then motioned her boy to get up.
Grabbing the mans hand they walked to the passage door, she gave him instructions. "Charles this is David, he is now my slave; for now anyway, show him around and get him sorted. If he disobeys you can break a finger or two, if it's really bad bring him to me."
Charles acknowledged his Mistress with words of reverence and love, then she left them.
They stood there looking at each other, David unsure, uncertain. Charles looked him up and down, raised his eyes to the heavens and motioned with his head for David to follow him.
During the next couple of hours David was stripped, shaved around the crotch and had a chastity CB 2000 device fitted around his cock and balls. He was painfully embarrassed, Charles was firm and would take no nonsense, however he was also patient and spoke gently. It was clear he was experienced in dealing with men who were not use to this level of male intimate touching. It was none sexual almost clinical. David was shown where he could sleep, wash, use a certain toilet only. A light brown China dog bowl was in his cramped room, just by the door, it had water in it, no hands he was told when drinking. The mattress was thin and was resting on the floor, there wasn't a bed or a window. A threadbare grey blanket was folded up. Make sure you fold like this it every morning or Mistress will cane you, came the matter of fact warning. David asked about eating, the reply was a simple; you will onmy now get to eat by the hand of a lady. David didn't understand but decided to leave it for now.
During the next few days he was given relatively simple tasks by Charles, cooking, cleaning, washing the inside of the windows, work in the laundry room, clothes washing and ironing, lots of that. The jobs; especially the ironing didn't go well at first but Charles was patient and kind, he demonstrated what and how to do each job or chore to his high standard. Only the cooking went really well, David had a flair for it, he always had. David tried to chat and befriend Charles, but Charles always shook his head if he didn't want to answer a question and refused to be drawn into chit-chat. Twice a day Louise, the other lady David had seen in the Ball Room would appear with a bowl of what she called slave fodder and feed David. He had to remain in position two while she fed him with a spoon, instructing him when to chew and when to swallow. There was at first almost no conversation; just plain clear commands from that soft Irish voice. The first time he spilt more than he got to eat. Initially he thought it was demeaning but as they got use to each other he found he enjoyed his time with Louise, only she would take the time to talk and be friendly.
When she chatted to him, her eyes twinkled. She was totally different to the way she had been the first time they had contact.
He had a couple of times tried to reassert some control, each time who ever he was with would just stare at him, waiting for him to fully disobey or worse. Each time he lost his nerve; memories of that awful day, the screaming and pleading held him fast. He also bumped into his new owner, Mistress Blackstock a few times, she totally ignored him.
Life quickly became routine and boring, up at six; locked in his room at six. David at first was grateful to be alive, but after a week he grew restless, fed up, resentful and one other problem was beginning to get bigger; or in this case it couldn't!
Just before he was about to finally loose his rag and have a go at Charles for pointing out that David had singed a purple silk blouse; the phone in the Laundry Room rang; shortly afterwards David found himself back in the Ball Room kneeling before Mistress Blackstock and an African Caribbean lady.
Mistress Blackstock looked down at David, her eyes assessing him. Speaking clearly she said "I cannot locate the lady you described to me, the description is not detailed enough. The cross bones tell me which Clan she is from, but not which Coven. That Clan is mainly based North of here in the Midlands. Fortunately that Clans younger unmated ladies have a reputation for going to BDSM events so that they can find mates and slaves, oh and of course for other things". Pausing to take a sip of water she continued "We know that she is unpartnered at the moment as her scaring is not complete, the missing outline of the scull suggests this. Therefore it stands a good chance that she goes to some of these events." Leaning forward as to emphasise her point she went on. "You will go to as many clubs and events as you can looking for her, this is Mistress Amphare; she is a member of my coven, however she is also a professional Dominatrix, so not many people outside our coven know she is a member". Once again Emilia took a sip, David had been allowed to look up wished he could have a sip too but refrained from asking, he didn't fancy a slap.
"You will go and live with this wonderful lady and learn how to behave in a club, you will find this young woman and let me know when you have located her. Of course boy; you will accept order Mistress A gives you, she has my full permission to punish you and do almost anything to you but kill you, understand?"
David did; he wanted to protest, complain, shout that he had had enough, but kneeling there, naked before both of them he felt powerless, he just nodded resignedly. The next second he was punched in the side of his face, it was a brutal strike, he rolled on the ground crying out while clutching his face, blood dripping from his nose. It was Mistress Amphare who had struck, pulling him up by the hair she snarled in his face "It's yes Mistress you little bit of shit, you don't nod your head unless your gagged or commanded to silence". Getting as close as close as can be without their faces touching she resumed "I've only seen you for two minutes and I already don't like you boy, what do you think of that shithead?"
David was stunned, the ferocity and venom was so intense, blood continued to drip onto his chest and the floor, he remained quiet struggling to breath.
Grabbing him by an ear Mistress A half marched, half dragged him out of the room and down to the garage they headed towards a zippy looking small car which looked out of place with its bigger fancy cousins parading either side. The boot was opened and he was pushed in. The lid slammed down catching him a glancing blow. Seconds later the car moved off, David lay there in shock, what the fuck he thought was going to happen to him now.
Time is hard to judge when your in a situation that David was in, he guessed it was thirty minutes before the car halted, it was clearly an electric car as the was no audible engine noise. The boot opened and a brown hand appeared. Gripped by the hair he was pulled ruffly out and marched along in a stooping position with his head forced down, out of the garage and up four flights of stairs. They arrived at an oakwooden door, Mistress A unlocked it and letting his hair go pushed him in.
The sight that greeted he was of a Medieval Dungeon.
"Welcome to you new home slave!" said his new Mistress in a sarcastic tone.
David's mouth dropped, how did she know? They sat facing each other in total silence, David could hear the annoying tick tick of the plastic ,once white ,wall clock, he was completely dumbfounded. She stared into his eyes, unblinking, calm, patient. He couldn't break her gaze, he just couldn't. A plate was unceremoniously bashed onto the table, dissolving the spell. Sue grunted something and retreated to the kitchen.
"Well are you going to shoot me or eat that" She asked, then added "You're really going to eat that?" In a surprised questioning tone.
With the moment gone David felt the Browning in his hand under the table move downwards of its own accord so that it's muzzle was pointing at the crumb covered tiled floor. He looked down at the food before looking back at her, he still did not know what to say.
Finally he sighed then rested the gun on the seat, picked up a fork and began to eat, Emilia watched him with some amusement before speaking. "Well that's the first bright thing you have done this week, let's see if you can make it two shall we?. I want a detailed account, no more "no no it wasn't me" ok?"
David nodded and went through the break-in. He explained how he'd fried the alarm, how they had they moved the car-parts, what happened when the alarm went off. He missed the paling of her face when he mentioned the scar on the forearm. He was clear that it looked like a skull and crossbones without the skull. He even mentioned the fruit bouncing everywhere and the look of hate on the Warriors face. By the end of his tale he was convinced that he had told her the whole story.
Mistress Blackstock drummed her fingers on the table and then demanded to know where he had got the job and plan from. David thought about trying to fib but he just couldn't manage it.
"It was Joe, owns the yard" he indicated towards the yard with his fork, a stubby morsel of greasy sausage that was on the utensil fell off, bounced twice on the table and fell to join the other older staler treats below.
Emilia shook her head slowly and the looked him fully in the eyes again, holding him there in mid munch. "Joes dead, drowned Thursday afternoon or early evening, the Police say it was suicide but I guess the autopsy will show murder, he didn't seem the type to want to kill himself, right?"
A shaken David agreed, Joe's dead, could he take anymore he thought. There was worse to come.
"You know that the three Scots were going to kill you?, my guess they killed Joe" She continued slowly; making sure the words sank in. Looking into David's horrified eyes she told him that Calum had lasted longer than the other two, so that all her attention were finally focused on him.
She enjoyed explaining that as she cut off the end of his penis he begged to die. Emilia licked her slim ruby red lips at that point, recalling the sounds and smells of fear and suffering, the half mutters, rants and tears, music to her ears. Explaining further she told him that Calum had said that the three men had been sent down from Glasgow by their big underworld boss, strangely Calum wouldn't give up the mans name. They were to meet Joe and get him to get someone to help them to do the job. Just before he died he mentioned that you were to die that night, but as it had all gone wrong they thought that they should get instructions first. Of course I got to them an hour after they left the yard. "Didn't you think it was strange that Ahmed had a set of keys to the padlock on the gate?" She asked.
David chewed while he thought about it "Yes, now you mention it; it is, poor Joe, he was a great guy you know. He was my friend" David affirmed. He felt that he should be more upset, gutted but he had run out of emotions, he was still numb.
Mistress Blackstock looked at David and shook her head again, frowning before stating "If he was so good to you why did he set you up with those three thugs?, of course I don't know for sure they killed Joe, the last one choked on his cock and died before I got to ask!"
"This woman you saw her face, yes?" Receiving a weak nod she went on "Right let's say she did steal the cup and you were the innocent party so to say" she laughed at this. "What shall I do with you, you little thieving scum?" Drumming her fingers again like she was playing a piano she mulled over the options before pronouncing her verdict. "I will give you two choices, the first; you leave here and after a week I come looking and kill you. The other is you come with me and be my slave, fully obeying me while we look for this woman. Any time you want out or I don't need you anymore you will be brought back here and left in the position you are in now and given two weeks before I come a hunting. What do you think boy?"
David's head dropped, what a pair of options, dammed if he did or didn't. "What about Cathy" he asked earnestly.
"Gone" came the harsh word, followed by."Choose now or I will choose for you"
David shrugged his shoulders, he knew he had no choice, he was not strong willed enough to use the gun, somehow or other he reasoned that what ever he did she would have her way. "Ok option two" he murmured"
"Option two please Mistress" came the swift return.
"Yes Mistress" David said, completely deflated. He handed over the gun, Emilia took it by the barrel, glanced at it before fitting it; with some difficulty, into her handbag.
Instructing him to leave the rest of the breakfast they walked out of the cafe, David failing to open the entrance door and got told off. As the walked over to the yard Fat Sue reappeared from the Kitchen, looking at the plate sucked her false teeth noisily and inspected the untouched black pudding, "I can use you again" she said to it as she wibbled and wobbled back the way she had come.
After a prolonged inspection of the van Mistress E was certain she now had a fuller picture of the events of Thursday night. It was clear to some extent that David had been not so much as set up as used. She didn't consider him blameless at all, but she now knew that she was going to have to also use him. Kill him later she thought, long and slow, but that was for another day. She enquired where the Skoda was, David took her to it and they drove back to the house in silence except when David asked if there was a second alarm system. She confirmed that there was, and then explained that if the second alarm was activated it was designed to trip the main alarm; however because David had defeated the main alarm when the activation signal came instead of setting of the main alarm sounders and switching on all of the lights it had in fact tripped all the fuses, thus plunging everywhere into darkness. Not far behind Mistresses Chauffer following in a smart new Jaguar.
On entering the garage the man who had been there the first time David had been brought in was waiting. David watched as he threw himself into position two, flowed gracefully into position three, kissed Emilia's feet passionately before going back into position two. Emilia held his head with both hands and bowed down planting a long, passionate kiss on his lips, they gazed into each other's eyes. David felt awkward, out of place, clearly intruding on an intimate moment. She then motioned her boy to get up.
Grabbing the mans hand they walked to the passage door, she gave him instructions. "Charles this is David, he is now my slave; for now anyway, show him around and get him sorted. If he disobeys you can break a finger or two, if it's really bad bring him to me."
Charles acknowledged his Mistress with words of reverence and love, then she left them.
They stood there looking at each other, David unsure, uncertain. Charles looked him up and down, raised his eyes to the heavens and motioned with his head for David to follow him.
During the next couple of hours David was stripped, shaved around the crotch and had a chastity CB 2000 device fitted around his cock and balls. He was painfully embarrassed, Charles was firm and would take no nonsense, however he was also patient and spoke gently. It was clear he was experienced in dealing with men who were not use to this level of male intimate touching. It was none sexual almost clinical. David was shown where he could sleep, wash, use a certain toilet only. A light brown China dog bowl was in his cramped room, just by the door, it had water in it, no hands he was told when drinking. The mattress was thin and was resting on the floor, there wasn't a bed or a window. A threadbare grey blanket was folded up. Make sure you fold like this it every morning or Mistress will cane you, came the matter of fact warning. David asked about eating, the reply was a simple; you will onmy now get to eat by the hand of a lady. David didn't understand but decided to leave it for now.
During the next few days he was given relatively simple tasks by Charles, cooking, cleaning, washing the inside of the windows, work in the laundry room, clothes washing and ironing, lots of that. The jobs; especially the ironing didn't go well at first but Charles was patient and kind, he demonstrated what and how to do each job or chore to his high standard. Only the cooking went really well, David had a flair for it, he always had. David tried to chat and befriend Charles, but Charles always shook his head if he didn't want to answer a question and refused to be drawn into chit-chat. Twice a day Louise, the other lady David had seen in the Ball Room would appear with a bowl of what she called slave fodder and feed David. He had to remain in position two while she fed him with a spoon, instructing him when to chew and when to swallow. There was at first almost no conversation; just plain clear commands from that soft Irish voice. The first time he spilt more than he got to eat. Initially he thought it was demeaning but as they got use to each other he found he enjoyed his time with Louise, only she would take the time to talk and be friendly.
When she chatted to him, her eyes twinkled. She was totally different to the way she had been the first time they had contact.
He had a couple of times tried to reassert some control, each time who ever he was with would just stare at him, waiting for him to fully disobey or worse. Each time he lost his nerve; memories of that awful day, the screaming and pleading held him fast. He also bumped into his new owner, Mistress Blackstock a few times, she totally ignored him.
Life quickly became routine and boring, up at six; locked in his room at six. David at first was grateful to be alive, but after a week he grew restless, fed up, resentful and one other problem was beginning to get bigger; or in this case it couldn't!
Just before he was about to finally loose his rag and have a go at Charles for pointing out that David had singed a purple silk blouse; the phone in the Laundry Room rang; shortly afterwards David found himself back in the Ball Room kneeling before Mistress Blackstock and an African Caribbean lady.
Mistress Blackstock looked down at David, her eyes assessing him. Speaking clearly she said "I cannot locate the lady you described to me, the description is not detailed enough. The cross bones tell me which Clan she is from, but not which Coven. That Clan is mainly based North of here in the Midlands. Fortunately that Clans younger unmated ladies have a reputation for going to BDSM events so that they can find mates and slaves, oh and of course for other things". Pausing to take a sip of water she continued "We know that she is unpartnered at the moment as her scaring is not complete, the missing outline of the scull suggests this. Therefore it stands a good chance that she goes to some of these events." Leaning forward as to emphasise her point she went on. "You will go to as many clubs and events as you can looking for her, this is Mistress Amphare; she is a member of my coven, however she is also a professional Dominatrix, so not many people outside our coven know she is a member". Once again Emilia took a sip, David had been allowed to look up wished he could have a sip too but refrained from asking, he didn't fancy a slap.
"You will go and live with this wonderful lady and learn how to behave in a club, you will find this young woman and let me know when you have located her. Of course boy; you will accept order Mistress A gives you, she has my full permission to punish you and do almost anything to you but kill you, understand?"
David did; he wanted to protest, complain, shout that he had had enough, but kneeling there, naked before both of them he felt powerless, he just nodded resignedly. The next second he was punched in the side of his face, it was a brutal strike, he rolled on the ground crying out while clutching his face, blood dripping from his nose. It was Mistress Amphare who had struck, pulling him up by the hair she snarled in his face "It's yes Mistress you little bit of shit, you don't nod your head unless your gagged or commanded to silence". Getting as close as close as can be without their faces touching she resumed "I've only seen you for two minutes and I already don't like you boy, what do you think of that shithead?"
David was stunned, the ferocity and venom was so intense, blood continued to drip onto his chest and the floor, he remained quiet struggling to breath.
Grabbing him by an ear Mistress A half marched, half dragged him out of the room and down to the garage they headed towards a zippy looking small car which looked out of place with its bigger fancy cousins parading either side. The boot was opened and he was pushed in. The lid slammed down catching him a glancing blow. Seconds later the car moved off, David lay there in shock, what the fuck he thought was going to happen to him now.
Time is hard to judge when your in a situation that David was in, he guessed it was thirty minutes before the car halted, it was clearly an electric car as the was no audible engine noise. The boot opened and a brown hand appeared. Gripped by the hair he was pulled ruffly out and marched along in a stooping position with his head forced down, out of the garage and up four flights of stairs. They arrived at an oakwooden door, Mistress A unlocked it and letting his hair go pushed him in.
The sight that greeted he was of a Medieval Dungeon.
"Welcome to you new home slave!" said his new Mistress in a sarcastic tone.
Tuesday 21 April 2015
Chapter 4
Chapter Four 21/04/15
Saturday morning was bright and sunny, it was just before quarter to ten when David opened the cracked glass door to the Blue Bird. Fat Sue looked up from the counter; the Daily Fascist newspaper half read. "You owe me a fiver" Sue said slyly, then adding when no protest was forthcoming "You ran off without paying or eating"
David sighed and handed over a fiver and asked for another breakfast, no black pudding. Another fiver was demanded and passed over, David sat down exactly where he sat yesterday morning.
He thought about what had happened last night. After Cathy had left he'd despaired; slumped in a corner playing sad songs and crying. Eventually the album ended and he sat in silence. Finally his mind rebooted and began to tick. If he could get through the door he could get out, the garage was next door. Inspection the walls and floor he realised that there was no point trying to bash his way through. The ceiling too high. This left the door. "Bollocks" he exclaimed, despair returning. Just as he was going to give up he looked at the door, Mag Lock his brain shouted, Magnetic Lock. Fitted on the inside, not the outside. "The cheap shits" he'd exclaimed to himself. He knew why the Mag Lock was this side of the door.
Who ever fitted it didn't know that the room was to be used as a Cell.
It was therefore natural to assume on fitting it the Engineer had expected that the valuables would be inside the room and the locks function was to keep people out.
Fitting the plates on this side of the door, that made it easier and used less materials, wallah more profit, more dosh!
David became excited, hopeful, moving the only bit of furniture in the room a rickety wooden chair to the solid door he climbed up and inspected the lock, he could see the
off-white electric cable going into the plate attached to the frame. He knew the other plate mounted on the door would not have any power to it. Jumping down he grabbed the bowl removing the milky white plastic spoon and sucked it clean. Snapping the spoon in half he tested which broken end was the sharpest. Returning to the Lock he slowly cut the outer sleeve, just as he had done the night before. It was harder than before, he cursed not having a sharp knife or his screwdriver. Eventually the inner cores were exposed, Red, Black, Blue and Yellow. He knew two carried the power, the other two possible an anti-tamper circuit designed to stop him doing what he was about to do. Cut the right wire the door would open, cut the wrong one, well it would be curtains. Racking his brains he tried to remember the positions of the terminal connections hidden inside, he fitted so many himself. Gently pulling on each one he surmised that the Red and Black were longer, deeper in. He was sure the blue and yellow were the power. Taking a deep breath he cut the Blue, the door opened an inch as the power was cut to the plate. "Yes" he whispered in triumph.
Creeping in to the passageway he cracked open the door to the garage, he could hear voices. A man saying "I've not been able to finish it, I need some more kit. I promise I will be back in the morning say about nine. It will have to stay in engineering until then, I'm sorry Mistress!"
A woman's voice replying in a Southern Irish Accent "I'm not happy, but if that's the best you can do so be it"
There was the sound of footsteps walking across the garage floor. David flew back in to the cell, pulling the door behind him. Holding his breath he waited, prayed. After an agonising five minutes he took the risk, the coast was clear, also the garage was empty. He looked around, a new intruder alarm control panel was mounted on the wall its cover lay on the floor. David noted that an engineer,s keypad was dangling from the panel, the keypad displayed "Engineering Mode". Smiling David picked up the pas and pressed keys. A few minutes later he had put an extra user code in, guessing no one would notice.
Also he went through the program until he found out what the engineers code was. He saw the network card, this told him anything on the same network stood a good chance of accepting both codes. Ensuring he left the system display as he found it he walked to the blue Skoda and checked the keys were still there, he punched the air when he saw them. Moving to the garage door he saw that the alarm contacts were hanging loose taped together so whatever state the alarm was in it did not matter the door could be opened safely without warning anyone. David also noticed a phone fixed to the wall by the door, next to it a phone list of all the current occupants, room phone and mobile numbers. David pulled out his i-phone and snapped a couple of photos, he wasn't exactly sure why he did this, it just seemed something that he should do, maybe he could speak to Cathy, give her a call. He cautiously opened the garage door using the manual over-ride. All was clear, he could see the refitted manhole cover that he had lifted the night before. Jumping into the Skoda he drove it out of the garage, stopping briefly to get out and shut the door, he was then away, safe, free.
He drove for five minutes or so, the traffic light as the evening headed towards its end. David pulled over suddenly realising he had no idea where to go or what to do. The realisation forming that she would come after him, had he just stirred the hornet's nest and made things in a way even worse if that was possible?. "Shit, shit" he cried out banging the steering wheel with his fists in frustration. He sat there in silence racking his brains when a thought, then a question, followed by a plan plopped rather than formed into his head. He started the car and drove, looking, scanning the streets.
At last he had found what he was searching for and pulled over. Putting his phone into flight mode he then called up the photo of the phone list. Finding the number he wanted he dialled the number using the phone in the red phone booth. The phone rang followed by a sleepy answer.
"Mistress?" David enquired.
"Yes" She replied slightly annoyed but unsure.
"It's David, please listen to me"
"I didn't know cells now come with phones" She answered slightly sarcastically.
"I've escaped, you know, got out" David countered.
"Really! Well you can just un-escape yourself and come back now" was the snappy response. She could feel here temper rising, She'd have someone's guts for this.
"But you're going to kill me" winged David "I didn't nick you precious cup, and I can prove it" he said quickly as she tried to interrupt him.
She enquired as to how, he replied asking about how she thought she knew all four men had entered the building.
Sighing and yawning Mistress E crossly said "Because of the shadows, you silly boy" and promptly hung up on her mobile, cutting David off in mid flow. Her phone rang again, she ignored it and inspected her nail varnish on the finger nails. The phone stopped, then her landline rang. Crying out in infuriated frustration she answered it saying "If that's you again your dead"
"I'm already fucking dead" came the glum monotone reply; followed by "So why don't you want the truth than?, what you afraid of? If you won't listen I'm off to the Police"
"They won't help you" came the silky reply.
"Maybe" David agreed "But you might have problems that you would rather avoid, just tell me about the Shadows and let me have my say and I'll leave you in peace" David urged.
Sighing again Mistress E explained that looking back at the CCTV they could see the van arrive, there was a clear view of the drivers side of the van and its rear. As the men descended the light from a damaged centre road island plastic sign was blocked and its shaft of light reappeared under the van when clear. Yawning she made it clear that there had been initially four short periods of time when the light could not been seen. Four men, four observations of blocking ergo etc.
David thought about it and asked "So how did Ahmed get into the back so that he could climb down?"
"Ahmed, oh the bald one who didn't want to eat his own balls" Emilia laughed gently "through the cab I expect"
David pressed on even though he thought he was about to be sick "There's no way through, so he would have to get out of the cab and get in the back, there aren't any side doors you know!. Did you're CCTV show him getting out? No; so he didn't, so who was the fourth shadow blocker? Ay? It must have been the woman" David stated emphatically.
"Plus he smokes, I mean um smoked like a chimney, did you keep looking at the playback to see if he ditched a butt?" He added with some conviction and confidence.
Emilia pursed her lips and instructed him to phone back in thirty minutes before hanging up.
Tutting to herself she rose out of her bed and while slipping on a silk dressing gown; picked up the phone and dialled, on it being answered she said "Boy? Find me the man called Joe who owns and runs the car breaking business where the scum came from, bring him to me. Oh and boy be careful my love" she said softly and hung up before vacating the room. Twenty minutes later she was back, sitting on the side of the bed and waited. The landline rang again. "OK David he stayed in the van, smoked and smoked almost without stopping, you have my attention, I want to see you, come here" she commanded.
"Mistress with all due respect no f-ing way" David chucked back "Your planning to hurt, torture and then even kill me"
Mistress E considered her response, she was beginning to feel very unsure about all of this, if it was lost for good it would be bad, if the wrong person had stolen it; there was a slim chance of it being more than bad. She had to know, making her mind up she said
"At nine tomorrow I'm going to kill you"
David yelled back a "No, no I've got twenty four hours".
"At ten tomorrow you are to meet me in that Cafe opposite the yard, understand?"
"No not really" replied a confused David "How can I be there at ten if I'm dead at nine?"
"Trust me, I will give you parole for one week if you turn up, that means I won't hunt you for a week, better than me hunting you now, true?" She suggested. "Oh don't tell anyone your still alive, better if everyone thinks your dead, ok?"
David felt unsure, what should he do, with resignation he realised he had no real choice, not enough money to run, not enough skill to evade for long, he would just have to hope, and maybe even up the odds". "OK Mistress you've got a deal" he said with a tremble in his voice. "Goodnight Mistress" followed.
Emilia was surprised by this last remark but habits are hard to break so she said "Good night boy" before hanging up, getting into bed and switching the bedside lamp off.
David spent the rest of the night at a nearby customers house who he knew was on holiday, he knew where the spare key was as he had suggested the hiding place outside. On entering he was shocked to find the alarm had not been turned on, but on reflection not so surprised, the old dear didn't really want it and had only had it to satisfy her insurance company. Obviously she had no intention of using it. After a better than expected sleep David showered and left, he guessed the lonely lady would never realise. He collected the Skoda that he had parked a couple of streets away and drove to the rear of the yard. Climbing through a small hole in the fence he tried to remain hidden while making his way to Joe's office The door was unlocked, the office had been done over. This amused David, he was always trying to sell Joe an alarm. Moving the microwave revealed a smallish round hole about six inches across. Putting his hand in he found what he was looking for.
He spent the next hour spying, checking the cafe out. Fat Sue shuffled up at twenty to nine, opening up and switching the open closed sign round. Eventually he realised the time had come and opening one of the unlocked gates that were normally locked when the yard was vacant; he strolled to the cafe while trying to look in all directions at once.
There he sat, waiting, tea going cold, untouched. His tummy twisted and constricted with fear and worry. He got mentally ready for her. Apart from David and Sue the cafe was empty, even the TV wasn't on. At ten of the hour Mistress E walked in, dressed as in an office suite with matching blue court shoes and a pale pink blouse. She regarded David for a few seconds and then sat down opposite him. Sue offered coffee, Emilia nodded her thanks. They sat in silence until the coffee arrived. David nervous, Mistress almost amused.
"So boy are you going to give me that gun or shall I stick it up your arse" she enquired mockingly.
Saturday morning was bright and sunny, it was just before quarter to ten when David opened the cracked glass door to the Blue Bird. Fat Sue looked up from the counter; the Daily Fascist newspaper half read. "You owe me a fiver" Sue said slyly, then adding when no protest was forthcoming "You ran off without paying or eating"
David sighed and handed over a fiver and asked for another breakfast, no black pudding. Another fiver was demanded and passed over, David sat down exactly where he sat yesterday morning.
He thought about what had happened last night. After Cathy had left he'd despaired; slumped in a corner playing sad songs and crying. Eventually the album ended and he sat in silence. Finally his mind rebooted and began to tick. If he could get through the door he could get out, the garage was next door. Inspection the walls and floor he realised that there was no point trying to bash his way through. The ceiling too high. This left the door. "Bollocks" he exclaimed, despair returning. Just as he was going to give up he looked at the door, Mag Lock his brain shouted, Magnetic Lock. Fitted on the inside, not the outside. "The cheap shits" he'd exclaimed to himself. He knew why the Mag Lock was this side of the door.
Who ever fitted it didn't know that the room was to be used as a Cell.
It was therefore natural to assume on fitting it the Engineer had expected that the valuables would be inside the room and the locks function was to keep people out.
Fitting the plates on this side of the door, that made it easier and used less materials, wallah more profit, more dosh!
David became excited, hopeful, moving the only bit of furniture in the room a rickety wooden chair to the solid door he climbed up and inspected the lock, he could see the
off-white electric cable going into the plate attached to the frame. He knew the other plate mounted on the door would not have any power to it. Jumping down he grabbed the bowl removing the milky white plastic spoon and sucked it clean. Snapping the spoon in half he tested which broken end was the sharpest. Returning to the Lock he slowly cut the outer sleeve, just as he had done the night before. It was harder than before, he cursed not having a sharp knife or his screwdriver. Eventually the inner cores were exposed, Red, Black, Blue and Yellow. He knew two carried the power, the other two possible an anti-tamper circuit designed to stop him doing what he was about to do. Cut the right wire the door would open, cut the wrong one, well it would be curtains. Racking his brains he tried to remember the positions of the terminal connections hidden inside, he fitted so many himself. Gently pulling on each one he surmised that the Red and Black were longer, deeper in. He was sure the blue and yellow were the power. Taking a deep breath he cut the Blue, the door opened an inch as the power was cut to the plate. "Yes" he whispered in triumph.
Creeping in to the passageway he cracked open the door to the garage, he could hear voices. A man saying "I've not been able to finish it, I need some more kit. I promise I will be back in the morning say about nine. It will have to stay in engineering until then, I'm sorry Mistress!"
A woman's voice replying in a Southern Irish Accent "I'm not happy, but if that's the best you can do so be it"
There was the sound of footsteps walking across the garage floor. David flew back in to the cell, pulling the door behind him. Holding his breath he waited, prayed. After an agonising five minutes he took the risk, the coast was clear, also the garage was empty. He looked around, a new intruder alarm control panel was mounted on the wall its cover lay on the floor. David noted that an engineer,s keypad was dangling from the panel, the keypad displayed "Engineering Mode". Smiling David picked up the pas and pressed keys. A few minutes later he had put an extra user code in, guessing no one would notice.
Also he went through the program until he found out what the engineers code was. He saw the network card, this told him anything on the same network stood a good chance of accepting both codes. Ensuring he left the system display as he found it he walked to the blue Skoda and checked the keys were still there, he punched the air when he saw them. Moving to the garage door he saw that the alarm contacts were hanging loose taped together so whatever state the alarm was in it did not matter the door could be opened safely without warning anyone. David also noticed a phone fixed to the wall by the door, next to it a phone list of all the current occupants, room phone and mobile numbers. David pulled out his i-phone and snapped a couple of photos, he wasn't exactly sure why he did this, it just seemed something that he should do, maybe he could speak to Cathy, give her a call. He cautiously opened the garage door using the manual over-ride. All was clear, he could see the refitted manhole cover that he had lifted the night before. Jumping into the Skoda he drove it out of the garage, stopping briefly to get out and shut the door, he was then away, safe, free.
He drove for five minutes or so, the traffic light as the evening headed towards its end. David pulled over suddenly realising he had no idea where to go or what to do. The realisation forming that she would come after him, had he just stirred the hornet's nest and made things in a way even worse if that was possible?. "Shit, shit" he cried out banging the steering wheel with his fists in frustration. He sat there in silence racking his brains when a thought, then a question, followed by a plan plopped rather than formed into his head. He started the car and drove, looking, scanning the streets.
At last he had found what he was searching for and pulled over. Putting his phone into flight mode he then called up the photo of the phone list. Finding the number he wanted he dialled the number using the phone in the red phone booth. The phone rang followed by a sleepy answer.
"Mistress?" David enquired.
"Yes" She replied slightly annoyed but unsure.
"It's David, please listen to me"
"I didn't know cells now come with phones" She answered slightly sarcastically.
"I've escaped, you know, got out" David countered.
"Really! Well you can just un-escape yourself and come back now" was the snappy response. She could feel here temper rising, She'd have someone's guts for this.
"But you're going to kill me" winged David "I didn't nick you precious cup, and I can prove it" he said quickly as she tried to interrupt him.
She enquired as to how, he replied asking about how she thought she knew all four men had entered the building.
Sighing and yawning Mistress E crossly said "Because of the shadows, you silly boy" and promptly hung up on her mobile, cutting David off in mid flow. Her phone rang again, she ignored it and inspected her nail varnish on the finger nails. The phone stopped, then her landline rang. Crying out in infuriated frustration she answered it saying "If that's you again your dead"
"I'm already fucking dead" came the glum monotone reply; followed by "So why don't you want the truth than?, what you afraid of? If you won't listen I'm off to the Police"
"They won't help you" came the silky reply.
"Maybe" David agreed "But you might have problems that you would rather avoid, just tell me about the Shadows and let me have my say and I'll leave you in peace" David urged.
Sighing again Mistress E explained that looking back at the CCTV they could see the van arrive, there was a clear view of the drivers side of the van and its rear. As the men descended the light from a damaged centre road island plastic sign was blocked and its shaft of light reappeared under the van when clear. Yawning she made it clear that there had been initially four short periods of time when the light could not been seen. Four men, four observations of blocking ergo etc.
David thought about it and asked "So how did Ahmed get into the back so that he could climb down?"
"Ahmed, oh the bald one who didn't want to eat his own balls" Emilia laughed gently "through the cab I expect"
David pressed on even though he thought he was about to be sick "There's no way through, so he would have to get out of the cab and get in the back, there aren't any side doors you know!. Did you're CCTV show him getting out? No; so he didn't, so who was the fourth shadow blocker? Ay? It must have been the woman" David stated emphatically.
"Plus he smokes, I mean um smoked like a chimney, did you keep looking at the playback to see if he ditched a butt?" He added with some conviction and confidence.
Emilia pursed her lips and instructed him to phone back in thirty minutes before hanging up.
Tutting to herself she rose out of her bed and while slipping on a silk dressing gown; picked up the phone and dialled, on it being answered she said "Boy? Find me the man called Joe who owns and runs the car breaking business where the scum came from, bring him to me. Oh and boy be careful my love" she said softly and hung up before vacating the room. Twenty minutes later she was back, sitting on the side of the bed and waited. The landline rang again. "OK David he stayed in the van, smoked and smoked almost without stopping, you have my attention, I want to see you, come here" she commanded.
"Mistress with all due respect no f-ing way" David chucked back "Your planning to hurt, torture and then even kill me"
Mistress E considered her response, she was beginning to feel very unsure about all of this, if it was lost for good it would be bad, if the wrong person had stolen it; there was a slim chance of it being more than bad. She had to know, making her mind up she said
"At nine tomorrow I'm going to kill you"
David yelled back a "No, no I've got twenty four hours".
"At ten tomorrow you are to meet me in that Cafe opposite the yard, understand?"
"No not really" replied a confused David "How can I be there at ten if I'm dead at nine?"
"Trust me, I will give you parole for one week if you turn up, that means I won't hunt you for a week, better than me hunting you now, true?" She suggested. "Oh don't tell anyone your still alive, better if everyone thinks your dead, ok?"
David felt unsure, what should he do, with resignation he realised he had no real choice, not enough money to run, not enough skill to evade for long, he would just have to hope, and maybe even up the odds". "OK Mistress you've got a deal" he said with a tremble in his voice. "Goodnight Mistress" followed.
Emilia was surprised by this last remark but habits are hard to break so she said "Good night boy" before hanging up, getting into bed and switching the bedside lamp off.
David spent the rest of the night at a nearby customers house who he knew was on holiday, he knew where the spare key was as he had suggested the hiding place outside. On entering he was shocked to find the alarm had not been turned on, but on reflection not so surprised, the old dear didn't really want it and had only had it to satisfy her insurance company. Obviously she had no intention of using it. After a better than expected sleep David showered and left, he guessed the lonely lady would never realise. He collected the Skoda that he had parked a couple of streets away and drove to the rear of the yard. Climbing through a small hole in the fence he tried to remain hidden while making his way to Joe's office The door was unlocked, the office had been done over. This amused David, he was always trying to sell Joe an alarm. Moving the microwave revealed a smallish round hole about six inches across. Putting his hand in he found what he was looking for.
He spent the next hour spying, checking the cafe out. Fat Sue shuffled up at twenty to nine, opening up and switching the open closed sign round. Eventually he realised the time had come and opening one of the unlocked gates that were normally locked when the yard was vacant; he strolled to the cafe while trying to look in all directions at once.
There he sat, waiting, tea going cold, untouched. His tummy twisted and constricted with fear and worry. He got mentally ready for her. Apart from David and Sue the cafe was empty, even the TV wasn't on. At ten of the hour Mistress E walked in, dressed as in an office suite with matching blue court shoes and a pale pink blouse. She regarded David for a few seconds and then sat down opposite him. Sue offered coffee, Emilia nodded her thanks. They sat in silence until the coffee arrived. David nervous, Mistress almost amused.
"So boy are you going to give me that gun or shall I stick it up your arse" she enquired mockingly.
Thursday 16 April 2015
Chapter Three
Chapter 3 15/04/15
They entered a large ballroom size room, expensive soft pink curtains hung from the sash window curtain rods. White wooden shutters were folded back. The wall paper oozed money, delicate pink flowers bloomed supported by elongated stems that flowed and danced. Outlines of leaves completed the picture.
The high ceiling had two grand chandeliers positioned at equal distance from the ends. Wall lights with shades littered the walls, these were on even although sunlight streamed in.
The black and white diamond tiles shined like mirrors where the sunlight struck them. Half tables lined one wall and a large oak desk and captains swivel chair were resting at the far end; so who ever sat there had a commanding view of who entered. To David's left, so opposite the windows was a wide stone fireplace, empty except for a colourful screen depicting peacocks in full fan. Large oil paintings of middld aged women paraded up down the wall which had the fire place. Each looking stern and authoritative, many holding a crop or cane.
Malcolm, Calum and Ahmed were standing facing the desk; slightly off centre; to the left, each, David noticed ,had their hands handcuffed behind their backs. All were naked, their heads down, shoulders slumped. Cathy strode ahead, David reluctantly followed, he couldn't help but notice the smart black skirt moved, swayed as she walked, her bottom revealed to be shapely,
Stockings or holdups stretched down her slender legs to black patent high heeled shoes. The crisp white shirt betrayed the heat of the day, David could spy a small patch of sweat in the small of her back.
As they got closer David's heart thumped faster and faster, he could just see a woman sitting at the desk, partially hidden from view by the men. A second woman stood behind and to the left of the seated figure. Again David could not get a clear view. The three men looked in his direction, David was shocked to see their faces, bruised, bloody, black eyes and broken teeth were evident. All three were breathing heavily, chests still heaving. Fat Malcolm and Ahmed had been crying. Only Calum looked defiant, angry.
David became aware that Cathy was wagging three fingers behind her back. He got the message and dropped downwards, forehead touching the floor, arms bent at the elbows straight in front of him, palms resting on the tiles. Knees shoulder width apart, toenails again matching the floor so that the bottom of the feet or in David's case the soles of his worn trainers exposed.
"What the dickens" came a female voice; followed by the click click click of heels meeting floor. "Get up" came a clear crisp command from the voice he had just heard. David almost moved but Wendy's voice came booming into his mind. "Only position two gets you out of submission if you've put yourself into three, never move, never move until you given the correct command"
There followed an uncomfortable long silence, David was desperate to look up, but knew he would be lost if he did. The silence went on and on; finally broken by Fat Malcolm, "Get up you wee dick."
There was a flurry of clicks followed by the sound of thumps, groans and then sobbing.
"You bitch" snarled Calum,
"You piece of shit" Ahmed added.
David then heard all three woman move; speedily and with purpose, again there then followed the sounds of pain, screams and breaking appendages. Something or someone fell over David, it hurt. He tried to block the cries out as they got longer and louder, desperately attempting to recall Wendy words she uttered when he joined in Paul's and Arron's training when they were just ten or eleven. Both boys had just had their Chastity devices fitted. Arron was so excited and kept showing David. Arron was proud and happy. Somehow David ended up naked in Wendy's Kitchen with the two lads practicing their positions and responses. Arron and Paul had their Submissive Exams coming up. David just joined in, it was a laugh, they all laughed and joked, Wendy and Cathy instructed and praised all three of them. David was so happy to belong. Afterwards there was jelly and ice cream. Then Cathy and the boys went off to Coven. Wendy remained and indicated David to stay rather than go home as normal.
"David" she said pulling him onto her lap and hugging him, "Listen closely, if you go into submission never move without being given the two command. I mean it, never, not if your hit, punched, kicked or worse. If you do" She continued as he tried to ask a question "You lose the twenty four hours. This gives you time, protection, it gives a lady time to cool down. She won't permanently hurt or damage you until the twenty four hours is up. It's not a game" she stressed "Understand?"
David had nodded, not fully understanding.
He did now!
The beatings ended followed by sobs, heavier breathing and spluttered coughing.
He felt a hand on his neck followed by the word "Two" loud and clear from Cathy.
Moving into a kneeling position, head bowed, palms resting down on his thighs David resisted the almost overwhelming urge to look up. A pair of Shoes appeared in his sight, again Black Patent but with a pretty bow on each one. "Free Talk, Free Look" said the woman whose voice he had heard earlier. David looked up slowly, carefully, expecting a blow, none came.
He gazed upon a woman in her late forties or early fifties. Black curly hair, sharp nose, piercing steel blue eyes. Tight firm lips and a look of complete contempt on her features.
"Right scum you tell me your tale about last night, let's see how much matches with theirs" She said pointing at the three figures prone on the floor.
In an initially halting voice David told her everything, or rather as much as he could recall, fear robbed him of detail. When he finished she squatted down and spat in his face, David moved a hand very slightly before forced it back. Seeing this she flung her arm out and slapped him across his face. The stinging pain was awful. David gripped his thighs for dear life. "How dare you move you lying creature" she yelled. "You ran into one of my Warriors? How come your alive?, How did you steal the 'Sacred Cup', where is it?", No Warriors missing, injured or dead....... Come, come" she mocked "You must do better than that!"
"I'm not lying" David earnestly answered "It's true, I swear it on my life"
The woman smiled a dark evil smile before saying "Oh yes, well that's already gone, so that holds no weight with me........maybe though" she continued after a brief pause "You need a demonstration of how you will die in twenty four hours. Maybe you will beg for an easier death than these three are about to have". Standing up she walked away to the desk and pressed a button, seconds later six men walked in, naked apart from chastity devices, leather cuffs adorned wrists and ankles and each had a steel collar around their neck. David knew they were Slave-Dogs, just like Paul and Arron must be now he thought.
The six knelt into position two, then flowed into position three before moving back into two and standing up. Without a word they grabbed Calum, Malcolm and Ahmed and propelled them out of the room. All three looked too shattered to protest.
The woman returned to her seat and drummed her fingers on the wooden surface before saying "Tell me now where the Cup is and I will spare you, it's priceless but worthless to you, well maybe worth your life" she said slowly; ensuring he got the message.
David was unable to help himself, arms waved frantically as he pleaded that they hadn't taken it, he shouted his protestations so great was his fear.
The woman snarled her response. "I, Mistress Emilia Blackstock,Lady of the First Coven, Leader of that Coven, and I do not believe you, I don't believe your comrades". Then after a pause in case David confessed; she continued. "So be it, come, lets see your friends dance, that will loosen your tongue!"
Cathy pulled him up and David was led down the way they had come to the passage, this time he was led through another door into a double story chamber, they emerged on to a mezzanine with a couple of small round tables and six chairs. There was a rail protecting one from falling down into the main part of the chamber. Stone steps dropped down connecting top with bottom.
David gasped as he spied what was arranged below. Fat Malcolm and the other two were standing on small hangman like trap doors, one trap below each foot. Each man David could see was on tip-toe, the reason to why became evident. Each had a rod like spike shaped as a massive penis sticking up their bottoms, the penises were fixed to the floor some five feet below the trap doors. Each one tapered outwards quickly so that the width doubled every couple of inches. Sharpe barbs and spikes stuck out in all directions. Seeing the party enter the room all three cried out pleading, begging for mercy. Mistress Blackstock descended the stairs, smiling broadly. She ran her hand over their chests, tweaking a nipple here and there. Finally all was silent, the men had run out of steam, nothing left to say.
Standing back so all three could see her she pronounced sentence "You break into my house, you steal, you lie, you're scum. Now spend the next four hours dying in extreme agony, enjoy!"
With that she pulled a lever, the trap doors fell, the men slid down four or five inches, their holes ripped apart, blood gushed, legs twitched and jerked, and the screams! David had never heard anything like it. Emilia ignored the noise and picked up a ball parachute from a table nearby, fixing it to the screaming Calum around his testicles so a small lipped basked hung just below his balls. This she did to the other two before lighting three tea light. One by one she showed the flickering flaming lights to them before slipping one into each basket. The frantic struggles got worse, the screams faded as vocal cords became damaged, faces contorted in pure hell. The incessant struggling caused more movement downwards on the poles adding to the impossible pain that was breaking their minds. Picking up a pair of pliers Mistress E looked up at David, "Twenty Four hours, then it will be your turn, but you get eight, not four". She laughed. "Cathy lock him up and come and join in the fun!"
She turned back to the helpless Calum and said "Bitch am I? Let's find out!"
With that she squeezed onto his right nipple with the pliers, twisted and ripped downwards taking nipple and a strip of skin. The high pitched screams recommenced. The other lady positively ran down the steps to join in. Cathy dragged the petrified David out of the chamber, the bellows and cries cut off as the door closed behind them.
David ,sobbing uncontrollably, thought he would faint. Next to the garage door was another door, metal and solid. Cathy tapped in a code on the electronic keypad; opened the door and pushed David in. They looked at each other in silence for a few seconds, then Cathy said "I will come and see you later if I can". With that she shut the door and all was black.
David slumped down onto the hard floor his mind unable to accept what had happened, it shut down, he couldn't think, comprehend, cope, he just lay there in a daze. He must have eventually fallen asleep because when a light came on it startled him. The door swung outwards and Cathy reappeared. In her hand she had a bowl of what looked like stew with a plastic spoon standing to attention in the middle of the brown mixture and a bottle of water tucked under her arm. "Here" she said offering him both. David reached up and gratefully took them. Cathy ducked out for a second and returned with an orange bucket. "In case you need to go" She explained.
"What time is it?" David asked in a subdued tone.
"Just before Six" came the reply "I've got Coven at eight, after that I'm not allowed to see you again so if you want anything, no don't ask" she said quickly as his head jerked up.
"I've tried and tried, honest, once we finished with them and she had had a chance to cool down, I hoped. They only lasted two hours. She's determined to see you suffer and die tomorrow at ten, not quite twenty four hours; but close enough she says. Why didn't you tell her the truth? She knows all four of you entered the tunnel, saying it wasn't me over and over again is bull, and you know it. You should have used logic, facts, assuming that you had any facts"
David didn't know what to say, he was at a loss. Tomorrow he was going to die and there wasn't a thing he could do to stop it. "Can I have my phone and listen to some music" he asked. Cathy thought about it before saying "Ok as long as there's not a phone signal I can not see why not. I'll test it and if it's ok drop it in about seven, ok?".
David nodded and huskily said "Thanks, how's your Mum?" He couldn't think of anything else to ask or say.
Cathy slid down to sit on the floor, her back resting against the wall next to the door. She told him all about the family, how they had looked for him when he had gone, how upset Wendy was, her brothers angry and hurt. Strangely she didn't mention how she felt David noticed.
He told her what had happened, the grotty flat, the crap failing school, the drugs, the violence, the men. His Mothers succession of failures. Each man was going to be different; but each one turned out to be the same man who just looked different. He spoke of his Mothers death, social trying to help. The old man who gave him a job. David didn't mention the touching up. He smiled as he told her about Joe who owned the yard and could get a whole burger and bun into his mouth in one. Eventually they both fell silent; just content in each other's company like an old married couple. "I have to go" finally Cathy said. "Back in a tick" with that she went shutting the door, the lights went off. A few minutes later the door opened and the lights came on. "Here take it" Cathy said as she handed the phone across. "I will try again in the morning, I promise, I'm sorry, I never thought she would ever go this far!" She turned to go.
"Cathy" he called "Please leave the lights on; I don't want to be in the dark". With that he started to cry soft tears. Cathy nodded without turning back so that he could not see her tears. The door closed softly but the lights stayed on.
David turned the I-phone on, it registered no signal, looking at the clock it read 1945. Not long David thought, not long until I'm dead, "Oh fuck" he cried out while slapping his head.
It was just before midnight that Mistress E had a very strange phone call on her mobile phone that rested on the Bedside cabinet next to her bed and then on her landline phone which also sat on the cabinet. After the calls she took a few minutes, sitting back up in bed in quite contemplation before making a call herself.
The following morning Cathy walked into the breakfast room to see Emilia drinking coffee from a fine bone china cup. "Emilia hi, can we talk?" Cathy enquired nervously.
Mistress E looked up, studying Cathy before saying, "If it's about not killing that scum down there don't bother"
Cathy stood opposite her, the table forming a barrier between them. Cathy banged both fists on the table, the crockery rattled, the poorly positioned milk jug bounced off the table and compacted itself on the floor, neither woman noticed or cared. Milk ran slowly away a short distance before starting to soak into the gold and red carpet. Cathy told her everything. David who lived next door, David the friend, David the one who carried her books to school, David the one was going to be her families 'House Collared Submissive'
David the one who was taken away, lost, lonely unguided, unloved.
Emilia listened in silence, she waited for the torrent to end before replying in a forceful tone that brook no argument. "Too late, I cut his throat ten minutes ago"
Cathy ran from the room in floods of tear, blurting out "Oh how could you, how could you do this to Wendy, to me, to my brothers!".
They entered a large ballroom size room, expensive soft pink curtains hung from the sash window curtain rods. White wooden shutters were folded back. The wall paper oozed money, delicate pink flowers bloomed supported by elongated stems that flowed and danced. Outlines of leaves completed the picture.
The high ceiling had two grand chandeliers positioned at equal distance from the ends. Wall lights with shades littered the walls, these were on even although sunlight streamed in.
The black and white diamond tiles shined like mirrors where the sunlight struck them. Half tables lined one wall and a large oak desk and captains swivel chair were resting at the far end; so who ever sat there had a commanding view of who entered. To David's left, so opposite the windows was a wide stone fireplace, empty except for a colourful screen depicting peacocks in full fan. Large oil paintings of middld aged women paraded up down the wall which had the fire place. Each looking stern and authoritative, many holding a crop or cane.
Malcolm, Calum and Ahmed were standing facing the desk; slightly off centre; to the left, each, David noticed ,had their hands handcuffed behind their backs. All were naked, their heads down, shoulders slumped. Cathy strode ahead, David reluctantly followed, he couldn't help but notice the smart black skirt moved, swayed as she walked, her bottom revealed to be shapely,
Stockings or holdups stretched down her slender legs to black patent high heeled shoes. The crisp white shirt betrayed the heat of the day, David could spy a small patch of sweat in the small of her back.
As they got closer David's heart thumped faster and faster, he could just see a woman sitting at the desk, partially hidden from view by the men. A second woman stood behind and to the left of the seated figure. Again David could not get a clear view. The three men looked in his direction, David was shocked to see their faces, bruised, bloody, black eyes and broken teeth were evident. All three were breathing heavily, chests still heaving. Fat Malcolm and Ahmed had been crying. Only Calum looked defiant, angry.
David became aware that Cathy was wagging three fingers behind her back. He got the message and dropped downwards, forehead touching the floor, arms bent at the elbows straight in front of him, palms resting on the tiles. Knees shoulder width apart, toenails again matching the floor so that the bottom of the feet or in David's case the soles of his worn trainers exposed.
"What the dickens" came a female voice; followed by the click click click of heels meeting floor. "Get up" came a clear crisp command from the voice he had just heard. David almost moved but Wendy's voice came booming into his mind. "Only position two gets you out of submission if you've put yourself into three, never move, never move until you given the correct command"
There followed an uncomfortable long silence, David was desperate to look up, but knew he would be lost if he did. The silence went on and on; finally broken by Fat Malcolm, "Get up you wee dick."
There was a flurry of clicks followed by the sound of thumps, groans and then sobbing.
"You bitch" snarled Calum,
"You piece of shit" Ahmed added.
David then heard all three woman move; speedily and with purpose, again there then followed the sounds of pain, screams and breaking appendages. Something or someone fell over David, it hurt. He tried to block the cries out as they got longer and louder, desperately attempting to recall Wendy words she uttered when he joined in Paul's and Arron's training when they were just ten or eleven. Both boys had just had their Chastity devices fitted. Arron was so excited and kept showing David. Arron was proud and happy. Somehow David ended up naked in Wendy's Kitchen with the two lads practicing their positions and responses. Arron and Paul had their Submissive Exams coming up. David just joined in, it was a laugh, they all laughed and joked, Wendy and Cathy instructed and praised all three of them. David was so happy to belong. Afterwards there was jelly and ice cream. Then Cathy and the boys went off to Coven. Wendy remained and indicated David to stay rather than go home as normal.
"David" she said pulling him onto her lap and hugging him, "Listen closely, if you go into submission never move without being given the two command. I mean it, never, not if your hit, punched, kicked or worse. If you do" She continued as he tried to ask a question "You lose the twenty four hours. This gives you time, protection, it gives a lady time to cool down. She won't permanently hurt or damage you until the twenty four hours is up. It's not a game" she stressed "Understand?"
David had nodded, not fully understanding.
He did now!
The beatings ended followed by sobs, heavier breathing and spluttered coughing.
He felt a hand on his neck followed by the word "Two" loud and clear from Cathy.
Moving into a kneeling position, head bowed, palms resting down on his thighs David resisted the almost overwhelming urge to look up. A pair of Shoes appeared in his sight, again Black Patent but with a pretty bow on each one. "Free Talk, Free Look" said the woman whose voice he had heard earlier. David looked up slowly, carefully, expecting a blow, none came.
He gazed upon a woman in her late forties or early fifties. Black curly hair, sharp nose, piercing steel blue eyes. Tight firm lips and a look of complete contempt on her features.
"Right scum you tell me your tale about last night, let's see how much matches with theirs" She said pointing at the three figures prone on the floor.
In an initially halting voice David told her everything, or rather as much as he could recall, fear robbed him of detail. When he finished she squatted down and spat in his face, David moved a hand very slightly before forced it back. Seeing this she flung her arm out and slapped him across his face. The stinging pain was awful. David gripped his thighs for dear life. "How dare you move you lying creature" she yelled. "You ran into one of my Warriors? How come your alive?, How did you steal the 'Sacred Cup', where is it?", No Warriors missing, injured or dead....... Come, come" she mocked "You must do better than that!"
"I'm not lying" David earnestly answered "It's true, I swear it on my life"
The woman smiled a dark evil smile before saying "Oh yes, well that's already gone, so that holds no weight with me........maybe though" she continued after a brief pause "You need a demonstration of how you will die in twenty four hours. Maybe you will beg for an easier death than these three are about to have". Standing up she walked away to the desk and pressed a button, seconds later six men walked in, naked apart from chastity devices, leather cuffs adorned wrists and ankles and each had a steel collar around their neck. David knew they were Slave-Dogs, just like Paul and Arron must be now he thought.
The six knelt into position two, then flowed into position three before moving back into two and standing up. Without a word they grabbed Calum, Malcolm and Ahmed and propelled them out of the room. All three looked too shattered to protest.
The woman returned to her seat and drummed her fingers on the wooden surface before saying "Tell me now where the Cup is and I will spare you, it's priceless but worthless to you, well maybe worth your life" she said slowly; ensuring he got the message.
David was unable to help himself, arms waved frantically as he pleaded that they hadn't taken it, he shouted his protestations so great was his fear.
The woman snarled her response. "I, Mistress Emilia Blackstock,Lady of the First Coven, Leader of that Coven, and I do not believe you, I don't believe your comrades". Then after a pause in case David confessed; she continued. "So be it, come, lets see your friends dance, that will loosen your tongue!"
Cathy pulled him up and David was led down the way they had come to the passage, this time he was led through another door into a double story chamber, they emerged on to a mezzanine with a couple of small round tables and six chairs. There was a rail protecting one from falling down into the main part of the chamber. Stone steps dropped down connecting top with bottom.
David gasped as he spied what was arranged below. Fat Malcolm and the other two were standing on small hangman like trap doors, one trap below each foot. Each man David could see was on tip-toe, the reason to why became evident. Each had a rod like spike shaped as a massive penis sticking up their bottoms, the penises were fixed to the floor some five feet below the trap doors. Each one tapered outwards quickly so that the width doubled every couple of inches. Sharpe barbs and spikes stuck out in all directions. Seeing the party enter the room all three cried out pleading, begging for mercy. Mistress Blackstock descended the stairs, smiling broadly. She ran her hand over their chests, tweaking a nipple here and there. Finally all was silent, the men had run out of steam, nothing left to say.
Standing back so all three could see her she pronounced sentence "You break into my house, you steal, you lie, you're scum. Now spend the next four hours dying in extreme agony, enjoy!"
With that she pulled a lever, the trap doors fell, the men slid down four or five inches, their holes ripped apart, blood gushed, legs twitched and jerked, and the screams! David had never heard anything like it. Emilia ignored the noise and picked up a ball parachute from a table nearby, fixing it to the screaming Calum around his testicles so a small lipped basked hung just below his balls. This she did to the other two before lighting three tea light. One by one she showed the flickering flaming lights to them before slipping one into each basket. The frantic struggles got worse, the screams faded as vocal cords became damaged, faces contorted in pure hell. The incessant struggling caused more movement downwards on the poles adding to the impossible pain that was breaking their minds. Picking up a pair of pliers Mistress E looked up at David, "Twenty Four hours, then it will be your turn, but you get eight, not four". She laughed. "Cathy lock him up and come and join in the fun!"
She turned back to the helpless Calum and said "Bitch am I? Let's find out!"
With that she squeezed onto his right nipple with the pliers, twisted and ripped downwards taking nipple and a strip of skin. The high pitched screams recommenced. The other lady positively ran down the steps to join in. Cathy dragged the petrified David out of the chamber, the bellows and cries cut off as the door closed behind them.
David ,sobbing uncontrollably, thought he would faint. Next to the garage door was another door, metal and solid. Cathy tapped in a code on the electronic keypad; opened the door and pushed David in. They looked at each other in silence for a few seconds, then Cathy said "I will come and see you later if I can". With that she shut the door and all was black.
David slumped down onto the hard floor his mind unable to accept what had happened, it shut down, he couldn't think, comprehend, cope, he just lay there in a daze. He must have eventually fallen asleep because when a light came on it startled him. The door swung outwards and Cathy reappeared. In her hand she had a bowl of what looked like stew with a plastic spoon standing to attention in the middle of the brown mixture and a bottle of water tucked under her arm. "Here" she said offering him both. David reached up and gratefully took them. Cathy ducked out for a second and returned with an orange bucket. "In case you need to go" She explained.
"What time is it?" David asked in a subdued tone.
"Just before Six" came the reply "I've got Coven at eight, after that I'm not allowed to see you again so if you want anything, no don't ask" she said quickly as his head jerked up.
"I've tried and tried, honest, once we finished with them and she had had a chance to cool down, I hoped. They only lasted two hours. She's determined to see you suffer and die tomorrow at ten, not quite twenty four hours; but close enough she says. Why didn't you tell her the truth? She knows all four of you entered the tunnel, saying it wasn't me over and over again is bull, and you know it. You should have used logic, facts, assuming that you had any facts"
David didn't know what to say, he was at a loss. Tomorrow he was going to die and there wasn't a thing he could do to stop it. "Can I have my phone and listen to some music" he asked. Cathy thought about it before saying "Ok as long as there's not a phone signal I can not see why not. I'll test it and if it's ok drop it in about seven, ok?".
David nodded and huskily said "Thanks, how's your Mum?" He couldn't think of anything else to ask or say.
Cathy slid down to sit on the floor, her back resting against the wall next to the door. She told him all about the family, how they had looked for him when he had gone, how upset Wendy was, her brothers angry and hurt. Strangely she didn't mention how she felt David noticed.
He told her what had happened, the grotty flat, the crap failing school, the drugs, the violence, the men. His Mothers succession of failures. Each man was going to be different; but each one turned out to be the same man who just looked different. He spoke of his Mothers death, social trying to help. The old man who gave him a job. David didn't mention the touching up. He smiled as he told her about Joe who owned the yard and could get a whole burger and bun into his mouth in one. Eventually they both fell silent; just content in each other's company like an old married couple. "I have to go" finally Cathy said. "Back in a tick" with that she went shutting the door, the lights went off. A few minutes later the door opened and the lights came on. "Here take it" Cathy said as she handed the phone across. "I will try again in the morning, I promise, I'm sorry, I never thought she would ever go this far!" She turned to go.
"Cathy" he called "Please leave the lights on; I don't want to be in the dark". With that he started to cry soft tears. Cathy nodded without turning back so that he could not see her tears. The door closed softly but the lights stayed on.
David turned the I-phone on, it registered no signal, looking at the clock it read 1945. Not long David thought, not long until I'm dead, "Oh fuck" he cried out while slapping his head.
It was just before midnight that Mistress E had a very strange phone call on her mobile phone that rested on the Bedside cabinet next to her bed and then on her landline phone which also sat on the cabinet. After the calls she took a few minutes, sitting back up in bed in quite contemplation before making a call herself.
The following morning Cathy walked into the breakfast room to see Emilia drinking coffee from a fine bone china cup. "Emilia hi, can we talk?" Cathy enquired nervously.
Mistress E looked up, studying Cathy before saying, "If it's about not killing that scum down there don't bother"
Cathy stood opposite her, the table forming a barrier between them. Cathy banged both fists on the table, the crockery rattled, the poorly positioned milk jug bounced off the table and compacted itself on the floor, neither woman noticed or cared. Milk ran slowly away a short distance before starting to soak into the gold and red carpet. Cathy told her everything. David who lived next door, David the friend, David the one who carried her books to school, David the one was going to be her families 'House Collared Submissive'
David the one who was taken away, lost, lonely unguided, unloved.
Emilia listened in silence, she waited for the torrent to end before replying in a forceful tone that brook no argument. "Too late, I cut his throat ten minutes ago"
Cathy ran from the room in floods of tear, blurting out "Oh how could you, how could you do this to Wendy, to me, to my brothers!".
Tuesday 7 April 2015
What do I call this, suicide?
I was struck on how much Im Hers blog about the lack of what I call Dominance was affecting him. Reading it over it made me feel sad. Not just for him but most submissive men out there.
There are so many problems for men in this position and......... so few people, especially women who understand.
I will; more for me; than you, try break it down into segments as I see it. This is of course mainly just my beliefs and understandings and in no way can be based as totally factual evidence.
I should add I have written this over more than one day; and it has been adjusted more than once.
To me there are the follow types of men (and yes I know there are other types/variations):-
There are men who are submissive, unmarried/not in a relationship. A large number of these who go to fetish events I attend are likely to remain in that situation. They disparately want to serve, be played with, dominated, they have; they feel so much to offer. Some, many are geeky, weird, inarticulate, ugly to the standards that modern conventions apply, where today's media and masses would regard them as unclean miscreants. These individuals believe that they want, rather they think they want, to be a Woman's slave, owned, loved, loved above all. In someways they are lucky as the fantasy they hold in their heads has not been demolished. And for one reason or another they will never get the opportunity to discover the realities This is an ache; a sorrow they carry, maybe for all of their lives.
Then there are men who have ended up in a FLR/FLM who find its not what they wanted at all and in fact a bit of kinky sex was all they really desired.
And then there are the men who end up in a FLR/FLM where their relationship originally commenced in a vanilla way, then after a lot of badgering they get their other half to have a go.
This for married/partnered men is I suspect true in a large number of cases. For the Lady in their lives; She was in total ignorance until the subject was found out or confessed. How it works out depends on both sides 'playing the game'.
I have already blogged about the problems Women have in regards to FLR/FLM, so I will try not to repeat myself.
In my case things were a little different to the norm!,,,,,,,,, did I just say the norm! We met at a fetish Munch so there can have been no doubt as to our leanings. I know for a fact we are not alone in being this lucky, but I acknowledge our way of meeting is rare.
In all the cases above, I include myself here, if we are luckily enough to have a Woman in our lives they can never been Dominant enough or rather because of our fantasising about Femdom (Femdom I use for want of a better word), a lot and i do mean a lot, our other half is constantly in a battle against our minds. She can never win this war, and in fact probably doesn't even know about the war. So in a way, unconsciously men put their Goddess on a pedestal and then at times mental knock them off. Hardly fair being compared against the mental figment they have, assessing, judging, wishing for perfection! I try to pull myself up about this as it's not fair or just.
I wonder if my Mistress does the same to me, does your Lady do it to you?.
A Woman who is generous enough to try and become the Dominant leader of a relationship; should accept the responsibilities that come with the position. And this is where I feel it goes wrong all to often.
I speak with some experience here, in regards to my earlier life and my observations of friends in the scene.
There is for example a couple, married or not it does not matter, the man bravely confesses his needs, wants, sexuality. The Woman courageously embrace Her partners needs, they move forward, excited; full of purpose and believe. The man is in raptures, finally........finally..........at last, the way he is, the way he feels,the way that his dna programs him which he cannot even if he wished change, is finally accepted, not laughed at, not rejected or ridiculed. He is finally complete.
Time marches on, it relentless tick moves all forward, the Lady starts to slip, other priorities come to the fore. His service/submission becomes unnoticed, taken for granted, nor sort or needed. He notices this but believes that if he tries a little harder, submits a little more She will notice and respond accordingly......She doesn't, he is confused, hurt, lost, unable to understand why, how. They continue the relationship, it either solders on, not fully fulfilling, or it fails.
So who's fault is it? hers or his.
To my point of view its both their faults.
He failed to stand up to Her! Yes I know as a sub I'm asking the impossible. The sub always terrified of loosing what he has always wanted, even although it's slipping away before his unseeing blind eyes.
She having jumped in to this new exciting life is unable or unwilling to maintain it, after all being the life and soul of the party is difficult.
So what can they both do about it, give up! It's an easy answer....or communicate and work at it, not so easy.
I think the best way to explain is to show what my Mistress/Wife does well and taking my life in my hands what I say She does, say less well.
Time for another bottle of Scotch and I don't drink scotch!
First of all She loves me, that's always a brilliant starting point. She is a consensual sadist, as I'm a masochist, well to some degree, therefore we are well matched. I know this part of Femdom is not for everyone.
She understands that for me it's a sexual thing as well as a submissive thing. Funny how many Women don't seem to get that part.
She weekly Plays/Spanks me, this reinforces Her dominance. After a session my submissive levels rise.
There are certain protocols that She demands I follow, well most of the time, this is so so so important to any sub, a Mistress who ensures that Her boy sticks to these offers a guarantee that She is taking Her side of the partnership seriously. If I were (which I don't) have a criticism of my beloved this is Her area of potential weakness. For example I forget to curtsey when I enter a room and I am not pulled up on it. Not in the scheme of things a big thing but it's the little things that build up to the big problems. The other night I talked my way out of three stroke, initially down to one and then none. I shouldn't have tried, She shouldn't have let me succeed. We're both a fault.
(Personal note to Mistress, what's gone is gone?..... Please...as its now in the blog, and three was a little excessive, maybe!).
I'm not sure if this rather rambling post helps anyone, my final thoughts are, if your a Domme, take 10 mins every day to be a full on Domme. You can achieve so much in a very short amount of time, but it should be every day with out fail, a lecture, a spank, a foot worship, a conversation with him naked at you feet, all quick and possible If you can not achieve this you might want to question whether being a Domme is right for you. You cannot not be a Domme just to please your beloved.
Now the hard bit, as a sub if your Lady is failing you and you are unhappy open your gob and tell Her, ask for a time when you can both talk about your concerns. If She is not willing to agree to book some time to talk about your worries I'm afraid you have an unpalatable answer, don't hide from the truth. In the long rung thinks will get worse.
A FLR/FLM relationship is wonderful, powerful, loving and strong, but only if both sides want to play.
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There are so many problems for men in this position and......... so few people, especially women who understand.
I will; more for me; than you, try break it down into segments as I see it. This is of course mainly just my beliefs and understandings and in no way can be based as totally factual evidence.
I should add I have written this over more than one day; and it has been adjusted more than once.
To me there are the follow types of men (and yes I know there are other types/variations):-
There are men who are submissive, unmarried/not in a relationship. A large number of these who go to fetish events I attend are likely to remain in that situation. They disparately want to serve, be played with, dominated, they have; they feel so much to offer. Some, many are geeky, weird, inarticulate, ugly to the standards that modern conventions apply, where today's media and masses would regard them as unclean miscreants. These individuals believe that they want, rather they think they want, to be a Woman's slave, owned, loved, loved above all. In someways they are lucky as the fantasy they hold in their heads has not been demolished. And for one reason or another they will never get the opportunity to discover the realities This is an ache; a sorrow they carry, maybe for all of their lives.
Then there are men who have ended up in a FLR/FLM who find its not what they wanted at all and in fact a bit of kinky sex was all they really desired.
And then there are the men who end up in a FLR/FLM where their relationship originally commenced in a vanilla way, then after a lot of badgering they get their other half to have a go.
This for married/partnered men is I suspect true in a large number of cases. For the Lady in their lives; She was in total ignorance until the subject was found out or confessed. How it works out depends on both sides 'playing the game'.
I have already blogged about the problems Women have in regards to FLR/FLM, so I will try not to repeat myself.
In my case things were a little different to the norm!,,,,,,,,, did I just say the norm! We met at a fetish Munch so there can have been no doubt as to our leanings. I know for a fact we are not alone in being this lucky, but I acknowledge our way of meeting is rare.
In all the cases above, I include myself here, if we are luckily enough to have a Woman in our lives they can never been Dominant enough or rather because of our fantasising about Femdom (Femdom I use for want of a better word), a lot and i do mean a lot, our other half is constantly in a battle against our minds. She can never win this war, and in fact probably doesn't even know about the war. So in a way, unconsciously men put their Goddess on a pedestal and then at times mental knock them off. Hardly fair being compared against the mental figment they have, assessing, judging, wishing for perfection! I try to pull myself up about this as it's not fair or just.
I wonder if my Mistress does the same to me, does your Lady do it to you?.
A Woman who is generous enough to try and become the Dominant leader of a relationship; should accept the responsibilities that come with the position. And this is where I feel it goes wrong all to often.
I speak with some experience here, in regards to my earlier life and my observations of friends in the scene.
There is for example a couple, married or not it does not matter, the man bravely confesses his needs, wants, sexuality. The Woman courageously embrace Her partners needs, they move forward, excited; full of purpose and believe. The man is in raptures, finally........finally..........at last, the way he is, the way he feels,the way that his dna programs him which he cannot even if he wished change, is finally accepted, not laughed at, not rejected or ridiculed. He is finally complete.
Time marches on, it relentless tick moves all forward, the Lady starts to slip, other priorities come to the fore. His service/submission becomes unnoticed, taken for granted, nor sort or needed. He notices this but believes that if he tries a little harder, submits a little more She will notice and respond accordingly......She doesn't, he is confused, hurt, lost, unable to understand why, how. They continue the relationship, it either solders on, not fully fulfilling, or it fails.
So who's fault is it? hers or his.
To my point of view its both their faults.
He failed to stand up to Her! Yes I know as a sub I'm asking the impossible. The sub always terrified of loosing what he has always wanted, even although it's slipping away before his unseeing blind eyes.
She having jumped in to this new exciting life is unable or unwilling to maintain it, after all being the life and soul of the party is difficult.
So what can they both do about it, give up! It's an easy answer....or communicate and work at it, not so easy.
I think the best way to explain is to show what my Mistress/Wife does well and taking my life in my hands what I say She does, say less well.
Time for another bottle of Scotch and I don't drink scotch!
First of all She loves me, that's always a brilliant starting point. She is a consensual sadist, as I'm a masochist, well to some degree, therefore we are well matched. I know this part of Femdom is not for everyone.
She understands that for me it's a sexual thing as well as a submissive thing. Funny how many Women don't seem to get that part.
She weekly Plays/Spanks me, this reinforces Her dominance. After a session my submissive levels rise.
There are certain protocols that She demands I follow, well most of the time, this is so so so important to any sub, a Mistress who ensures that Her boy sticks to these offers a guarantee that She is taking Her side of the partnership seriously. If I were (which I don't) have a criticism of my beloved this is Her area of potential weakness. For example I forget to curtsey when I enter a room and I am not pulled up on it. Not in the scheme of things a big thing but it's the little things that build up to the big problems. The other night I talked my way out of three stroke, initially down to one and then none. I shouldn't have tried, She shouldn't have let me succeed. We're both a fault.
(Personal note to Mistress, what's gone is gone?..... Please...as its now in the blog, and three was a little excessive, maybe!).
I'm not sure if this rather rambling post helps anyone, my final thoughts are, if your a Domme, take 10 mins every day to be a full on Domme. You can achieve so much in a very short amount of time, but it should be every day with out fail, a lecture, a spank, a foot worship, a conversation with him naked at you feet, all quick and possible If you can not achieve this you might want to question whether being a Domme is right for you. You cannot not be a Domme just to please your beloved.
Now the hard bit, as a sub if your Lady is failing you and you are unhappy open your gob and tell Her, ask for a time when you can both talk about your concerns. If She is not willing to agree to book some time to talk about your worries I'm afraid you have an unpalatable answer, don't hide from the truth. In the long rung thinks will get worse.
A FLR/FLM relationship is wonderful, powerful, loving and strong, but only if both sides want to play.
m
Monday 6 April 2015
Chapter 2
Chapter Two 05/04/15
The following morning, just before ten, David drifted into the Cafe, unshaven, but freshly showered. It was a tired double fronted affair, the faded royal blue sign above the frontage stated that the name of the establishment was The Blue Bird, Parrots also painted blue proudly adorned either end of sign. Some wag had daubed a black cock perturbing from the bird on the left, monster hairy testicles swung below, jizz spurting out in droplets threatening passerby below. The counter was to the rear of the grotty cafe; the kitchen hidden beyond the counter was linked through an archway; vision restricted by a insect repellant silver chain screen, greasy and worn. News 24 rolled on in monotone on the geriatric fake wooden TV clinging to the once cream wall, dusty cables hung down to the socket and TV point. The vertical hold was starting to go, once in a while the grainy picture rolled like a drunken sailor hitting dry land for the first time in months. Greeting Sue, the balloon like cheery old dear with rotten black dentures and a cheap wig; David ordered 'The Full Monty, no black pudding'. A cracked mug with stale hot tea was plonked down on the chipped blue and white check formica table that sat in the centre of the booth which David had sprawled into; the booths blue fake leather high-back benches were grimy and sticky. The white mug had more stains than Sue's teeth. Absentmindedly David added sugar, brown granules that looked like dried sleep and stirred. Looking out onto the busy B-road he waited for the others to arrive. People drifted in, some staying, others picking up food orders, or coffee to sip on their journey to work or drudgery as David preferred to regard it. Worn and faded pictures and photos adorned the pitted walls, on some meaningless captions were scrawled, recording events long forgotten and often not worth recording at all.
Suddenly he was aware someone had joined him in the booth, he looked up to see Cathy.
Cathy the girl from next door!, his old neighbours daughter, the girl he had once worshiped. David just stared, mouth open, brain frozen. "What the fuck you doing here?" he stammered.
Cathy's sky blue eyes starred patiently, an eyebrow raised.
"Yep, sorry, what you doing here" David asked remembering Cathy didn't hold with bad language. "Twat "his brain yelled, "you twat".
The eyes continued to bore relentlessly into him, David became more and more nervous.
Flicking a stray strand of medium length auburn hair away Cathy spoke, her voice quiet but clear. "Hello David, you've been a stupid boy, haven't you?".
David's mouth dried up completely and he was forced to take a slurp before he could reply. "Me? No way! you know me I'm always good". The smile that he tried to put on his lips failed and faded.
"You're going to have to come with me I'm afraid, someone wants to see you, and she's very annoyed with you and your three friends". Cathy countered in a velvet tone.
David's heart started to thump, pounding louder and louder, blood pumped, he struggled for breath.
"What do you mean? what have I done? I ain't done anything, you know me, honest". His voice becoming that innocent little boy voice he'd perfected over the years.
"Look out there, can you see the four men over by the yard, and the other two by the Post Box, oh and the two woman sitting behind you" She asked.
David looked around, one of the woman winked at him, he didn't feel like winking back, David felt sick to his core.
"You have a choice, walk out with me and get in that car". Cathy pointed at a Land-rover Discovery "Or get dragged out and beaten up, either way your coming with me" She said in a firm no nonsense voice.
She always had that voice David thought.
"I could leg it out the back" David muttered without realising he'd spoken out aloud, he was starting to sweat. Cathy just looked at him quizzically, her eyes mocking him. "Really! Go on try it if you must". She leaned forward, he could smell her; it made him giddy. "You were always hard to train". She whispered so the old man who was dragging a small Jack Russell behind him could not hear as he went past.
"Do I have to?" He pleaded, asked.
"Yes, I'm doing you a big favour, the others were taken the hard way. If you walk in unchained she might think better of you, I'm giving you a chance. A slim one; but a chance. I'm sorry it's all I can do. You bloody fool" She snapped.
David was shocked, Cathy never swore. Wendy, her Mother, never allowed it, ever!
Rising up Cathy motioned him to follow. Reluctantly David pulled himself up and in a daydream followed her. A rear door was opened and slowly David sank in. Doors slammed and motion commenced.
Fat Sue staggered out from the kitchen a large plate of taste and weight gripped in her podgy hands.
"Where's the little shit gone? He ain't paid!" She moaned.
"No problem love" said one of the two woman who had been sitting behind David. "He had to go but he left you a tenner, he said don't worry about the change"
Fat Sue smiled, thanked her and slipped the note into her rather large sloppy jelly like bosom. She then plonked the plate down onto the table where the old man and the Jack Russell had taken up residence and said "Enjoy, free, on the house".
The old man looked stunned and watched Fat Sue blubber her way to the kitchen, the layers of fat rippled as she shuffled.
"Fucking black pudding" he muttered and gave it to the Mutt. The Mutt tucked in with gusto, tail a wagging as he licked it up off the table, front legs on the table, hind ones balancing on the bench.
Cathy took his mobile and a Terminal Screwdriver she found in his pocket but did not take his wallet or change.
David tried to talk to Cathy; but she put her finger to her lips silencing him. David thoughts drifted back to before, childhood, playing with Cathy and her two brothers, Paul and Aaron down by the river, dipping, making rafts, gazing at clouds, running in the woods, hide and seek. Going to their house, just next door for tea. Never tea in his house, just a drunken drugged up Mother and photos of a long dead Dad. But in the main happy contented days, long summers, then he'd blown it. Middle of being thirteen, Cathy and He had rowed, over
exactly what David tried to remember, he couldn't, he remembered the slap on his face, the push he gave her, the crimson blood where she cut her head when she fell. The brothers punching him, Cathy kicking him, Wendy the Mother spanking him. He would never forget the spanking, hand meeting bare ass, the hand won, tears flowed, ass glowed, the shame. Then just ignored, hated, despised, loathed. Threatened at school, him desperate to apologise, pleading forgiveness, but Cathy just kept beating him up. She was faster, harder more vicious than he ever thought possible. His Mother for once on his side. He remembered the shouting outside on the front lawns, Mother against Mother, finger pointing and the front door slamming in a final brutal end to everything. It took two weeks until Cathy would even agree to see him. Aaron after much badgering by David brokered the meeting. Just the two of them, down by the river, by then swollen and in full voice. He remembered kneeling before her, begging, crying, desperate to be forgiven, for it all to go back to how it was. Finally she agreed, but there was a price, a high price for a little boy. He followed Cathy back to her house, Wendy was there alone; hands on hips. Over her knee again he went and tears and cries followed. Then a hug before Cathy pulled him over her knee and the same was done. Pulled by the hair and taken out the back his clothes were pulled off him and he was instructed to lie on his back. He remembered the hard cold patio path he lay on, he recalled the calm matter of fact tone of voice as Cathy instructed him. "You will lay still with your mouth open".
He did, She lifted her dress; revealing everything! Straddling him she urinated a hot stream all over him, especially his face and mouth. He was transfixed, unable to comprehend what was happening. Afterwards Cathy hosed him down, pulled him up and dried him. She helped him dress and kissed him on the cheek before murmuring "I forgive you boy".
After that; all was back as before, friends came back, it was never mentioned. But sometimes when he caught Cathy looking at him he knew what she was thinking, the eyes said it all, they gleamed.
He loved her, but she scared him at the same time, he was always aware of her presence. Bedazzled; in awe, uncertain.
Then of course one night; a week before his fourteenth his Mother suddenly took him away, it was a Friday night, Coven meeting night. No warning, no chance to say goodbye, just gone. Bright lights, a big city, plenty of drugs, so much booze, many temptations. Petty crime and a poor school finished his education. Then his mother died, the bitch! Not the booze or even the drugs, no just another mugging gone wrong. Seventeen he remembered, shit age to be alone. Social workers; kind but weak, only by chance did he fall into his first job, alarms, security. He loved it. The old man who taught him was kind, too kind, the odd touch but nothing more. But he did teach him more than he should, a lot more!. At that age David soaked it up. When the fags took the old man David just carried on the business, no one stopped him, no one cared. Taking over the phone line and the renting of the portacabin in the yard had been hard but he'd managed it. Joe who owned the yard liked him, liked the advice on how to do a lock!. Joe sorted it, the phone line, the paperwork. Joe advised; guided, part time crime was fun, the business was an excellent cover. Break-ins and Burglaries became second nature, David was good at it, professional.
The car sped along the roads, weaving and twisting the rush hour traffic long since departed so without David fully realising they were soon back at the house. The one not so many hours before he had violated.
Returning from his wonderings David saw one of the extra large garages doors opening and the car glided in, the door closing as fast as it opened ,three or four seconds David reckoned. He noted the Jean Blue Skoda was still there, unmoved, quiet, at rest. His door was flung open and a tall broad man, mid forties or maybe fifties motioned him out. Cathy came round the side, David noted her once too slim frame had filled with muscle and sex. Her elf like features given her an almost mythical goddess appearance, just like her mother David thought. Getting out David followed her, the man stayed in the garage. They moved up the passageway, David couldn't help himself "I'm sorry Cathy, please" he uttered. Cathy shoved him against the wall, forearm to throat. He looked at her, she at him, she grimaced before finally saying "If you want to live you've got to kiss her feet, and mean it. Once your in there I cannot help you. Do you remember the training you did with my brothers?"
David nodded, fear capturing his heart, "I remember the three positions" he whispered. Leaning into him Cathy whispered back "And how do you ask permission to speak?
"Turn my palms over?" David said more as a question than a statement.
"Good, when you get in there go straight into full submission, position three, understand?"
"Oh God" David said.
Cathy slapped his face hard saying at the same time "Oh Goddess you prat, don't stuff that up or she will skin you alive". She looked at David, he was a little taller than her 5ft 6inches but today he looked smaller, she found herself looking down into his soft frightened eyes. "She is going to kill today, she's been up all night, don't underestimate this, got it?".
David nodded, he could not help but smell her, fresh, young like a midnight red rose in full cry in the moonlight. Her aroma intoxicating, dizzying, confusing.
Cathy pulled him along upwards into the building, plainness and dull changed into opulence, grandiose displays of wealth and status. Off the main landing Cathy paused at a set of doors, she cupped her hands around his face and whispered "Submit as you once submitted to me, it's the only thing that can save you, the others are already dead, they just don't know it yet". With that She flung open the double doors and they walked in.
The following morning, just before ten, David drifted into the Cafe, unshaven, but freshly showered. It was a tired double fronted affair, the faded royal blue sign above the frontage stated that the name of the establishment was The Blue Bird, Parrots also painted blue proudly adorned either end of sign. Some wag had daubed a black cock perturbing from the bird on the left, monster hairy testicles swung below, jizz spurting out in droplets threatening passerby below. The counter was to the rear of the grotty cafe; the kitchen hidden beyond the counter was linked through an archway; vision restricted by a insect repellant silver chain screen, greasy and worn. News 24 rolled on in monotone on the geriatric fake wooden TV clinging to the once cream wall, dusty cables hung down to the socket and TV point. The vertical hold was starting to go, once in a while the grainy picture rolled like a drunken sailor hitting dry land for the first time in months. Greeting Sue, the balloon like cheery old dear with rotten black dentures and a cheap wig; David ordered 'The Full Monty, no black pudding'. A cracked mug with stale hot tea was plonked down on the chipped blue and white check formica table that sat in the centre of the booth which David had sprawled into; the booths blue fake leather high-back benches were grimy and sticky. The white mug had more stains than Sue's teeth. Absentmindedly David added sugar, brown granules that looked like dried sleep and stirred. Looking out onto the busy B-road he waited for the others to arrive. People drifted in, some staying, others picking up food orders, or coffee to sip on their journey to work or drudgery as David preferred to regard it. Worn and faded pictures and photos adorned the pitted walls, on some meaningless captions were scrawled, recording events long forgotten and often not worth recording at all.
Suddenly he was aware someone had joined him in the booth, he looked up to see Cathy.
Cathy the girl from next door!, his old neighbours daughter, the girl he had once worshiped. David just stared, mouth open, brain frozen. "What the fuck you doing here?" he stammered.
Cathy's sky blue eyes starred patiently, an eyebrow raised.
"Yep, sorry, what you doing here" David asked remembering Cathy didn't hold with bad language. "Twat "his brain yelled, "you twat".
The eyes continued to bore relentlessly into him, David became more and more nervous.
Flicking a stray strand of medium length auburn hair away Cathy spoke, her voice quiet but clear. "Hello David, you've been a stupid boy, haven't you?".
David's mouth dried up completely and he was forced to take a slurp before he could reply. "Me? No way! you know me I'm always good". The smile that he tried to put on his lips failed and faded.
"You're going to have to come with me I'm afraid, someone wants to see you, and she's very annoyed with you and your three friends". Cathy countered in a velvet tone.
David's heart started to thump, pounding louder and louder, blood pumped, he struggled for breath.
"What do you mean? what have I done? I ain't done anything, you know me, honest". His voice becoming that innocent little boy voice he'd perfected over the years.
"Look out there, can you see the four men over by the yard, and the other two by the Post Box, oh and the two woman sitting behind you" She asked.
David looked around, one of the woman winked at him, he didn't feel like winking back, David felt sick to his core.
"You have a choice, walk out with me and get in that car". Cathy pointed at a Land-rover Discovery "Or get dragged out and beaten up, either way your coming with me" She said in a firm no nonsense voice.
She always had that voice David thought.
"I could leg it out the back" David muttered without realising he'd spoken out aloud, he was starting to sweat. Cathy just looked at him quizzically, her eyes mocking him. "Really! Go on try it if you must". She leaned forward, he could smell her; it made him giddy. "You were always hard to train". She whispered so the old man who was dragging a small Jack Russell behind him could not hear as he went past.
"Do I have to?" He pleaded, asked.
"Yes, I'm doing you a big favour, the others were taken the hard way. If you walk in unchained she might think better of you, I'm giving you a chance. A slim one; but a chance. I'm sorry it's all I can do. You bloody fool" She snapped.
David was shocked, Cathy never swore. Wendy, her Mother, never allowed it, ever!
Rising up Cathy motioned him to follow. Reluctantly David pulled himself up and in a daydream followed her. A rear door was opened and slowly David sank in. Doors slammed and motion commenced.
Fat Sue staggered out from the kitchen a large plate of taste and weight gripped in her podgy hands.
"Where's the little shit gone? He ain't paid!" She moaned.
"No problem love" said one of the two woman who had been sitting behind David. "He had to go but he left you a tenner, he said don't worry about the change"
Fat Sue smiled, thanked her and slipped the note into her rather large sloppy jelly like bosom. She then plonked the plate down onto the table where the old man and the Jack Russell had taken up residence and said "Enjoy, free, on the house".
The old man looked stunned and watched Fat Sue blubber her way to the kitchen, the layers of fat rippled as she shuffled.
"Fucking black pudding" he muttered and gave it to the Mutt. The Mutt tucked in with gusto, tail a wagging as he licked it up off the table, front legs on the table, hind ones balancing on the bench.
Cathy took his mobile and a Terminal Screwdriver she found in his pocket but did not take his wallet or change.
David tried to talk to Cathy; but she put her finger to her lips silencing him. David thoughts drifted back to before, childhood, playing with Cathy and her two brothers, Paul and Aaron down by the river, dipping, making rafts, gazing at clouds, running in the woods, hide and seek. Going to their house, just next door for tea. Never tea in his house, just a drunken drugged up Mother and photos of a long dead Dad. But in the main happy contented days, long summers, then he'd blown it. Middle of being thirteen, Cathy and He had rowed, over
exactly what David tried to remember, he couldn't, he remembered the slap on his face, the push he gave her, the crimson blood where she cut her head when she fell. The brothers punching him, Cathy kicking him, Wendy the Mother spanking him. He would never forget the spanking, hand meeting bare ass, the hand won, tears flowed, ass glowed, the shame. Then just ignored, hated, despised, loathed. Threatened at school, him desperate to apologise, pleading forgiveness, but Cathy just kept beating him up. She was faster, harder more vicious than he ever thought possible. His Mother for once on his side. He remembered the shouting outside on the front lawns, Mother against Mother, finger pointing and the front door slamming in a final brutal end to everything. It took two weeks until Cathy would even agree to see him. Aaron after much badgering by David brokered the meeting. Just the two of them, down by the river, by then swollen and in full voice. He remembered kneeling before her, begging, crying, desperate to be forgiven, for it all to go back to how it was. Finally she agreed, but there was a price, a high price for a little boy. He followed Cathy back to her house, Wendy was there alone; hands on hips. Over her knee again he went and tears and cries followed. Then a hug before Cathy pulled him over her knee and the same was done. Pulled by the hair and taken out the back his clothes were pulled off him and he was instructed to lie on his back. He remembered the hard cold patio path he lay on, he recalled the calm matter of fact tone of voice as Cathy instructed him. "You will lay still with your mouth open".
He did, She lifted her dress; revealing everything! Straddling him she urinated a hot stream all over him, especially his face and mouth. He was transfixed, unable to comprehend what was happening. Afterwards Cathy hosed him down, pulled him up and dried him. She helped him dress and kissed him on the cheek before murmuring "I forgive you boy".
After that; all was back as before, friends came back, it was never mentioned. But sometimes when he caught Cathy looking at him he knew what she was thinking, the eyes said it all, they gleamed.
He loved her, but she scared him at the same time, he was always aware of her presence. Bedazzled; in awe, uncertain.
Then of course one night; a week before his fourteenth his Mother suddenly took him away, it was a Friday night, Coven meeting night. No warning, no chance to say goodbye, just gone. Bright lights, a big city, plenty of drugs, so much booze, many temptations. Petty crime and a poor school finished his education. Then his mother died, the bitch! Not the booze or even the drugs, no just another mugging gone wrong. Seventeen he remembered, shit age to be alone. Social workers; kind but weak, only by chance did he fall into his first job, alarms, security. He loved it. The old man who taught him was kind, too kind, the odd touch but nothing more. But he did teach him more than he should, a lot more!. At that age David soaked it up. When the fags took the old man David just carried on the business, no one stopped him, no one cared. Taking over the phone line and the renting of the portacabin in the yard had been hard but he'd managed it. Joe who owned the yard liked him, liked the advice on how to do a lock!. Joe sorted it, the phone line, the paperwork. Joe advised; guided, part time crime was fun, the business was an excellent cover. Break-ins and Burglaries became second nature, David was good at it, professional.
The car sped along the roads, weaving and twisting the rush hour traffic long since departed so without David fully realising they were soon back at the house. The one not so many hours before he had violated.
Returning from his wonderings David saw one of the extra large garages doors opening and the car glided in, the door closing as fast as it opened ,three or four seconds David reckoned. He noted the Jean Blue Skoda was still there, unmoved, quiet, at rest. His door was flung open and a tall broad man, mid forties or maybe fifties motioned him out. Cathy came round the side, David noted her once too slim frame had filled with muscle and sex. Her elf like features given her an almost mythical goddess appearance, just like her mother David thought. Getting out David followed her, the man stayed in the garage. They moved up the passageway, David couldn't help himself "I'm sorry Cathy, please" he uttered. Cathy shoved him against the wall, forearm to throat. He looked at her, she at him, she grimaced before finally saying "If you want to live you've got to kiss her feet, and mean it. Once your in there I cannot help you. Do you remember the training you did with my brothers?"
David nodded, fear capturing his heart, "I remember the three positions" he whispered. Leaning into him Cathy whispered back "And how do you ask permission to speak?
"Turn my palms over?" David said more as a question than a statement.
"Good, when you get in there go straight into full submission, position three, understand?"
"Oh God" David said.
Cathy slapped his face hard saying at the same time "Oh Goddess you prat, don't stuff that up or she will skin you alive". She looked at David, he was a little taller than her 5ft 6inches but today he looked smaller, she found herself looking down into his soft frightened eyes. "She is going to kill today, she's been up all night, don't underestimate this, got it?".
David nodded, he could not help but smell her, fresh, young like a midnight red rose in full cry in the moonlight. Her aroma intoxicating, dizzying, confusing.
Cathy pulled him along upwards into the building, plainness and dull changed into opulence, grandiose displays of wealth and status. Off the main landing Cathy paused at a set of doors, she cupped her hands around his face and whispered "Submit as you once submitted to me, it's the only thing that can save you, the others are already dead, they just don't know it yet". With that She flung open the double doors and they walked in.
Friday 3 April 2015
Thoughtless me!
There are moments of horror in life and moments of comedy, however there are few times when both meet. Today was one of those days.
It all started in the living room, me naked, chained, bent over a foot stool with my hands secured behind my back and my legs forced apart with leg spreaders. Everything was exposed, available, vulnerable. Mistress sat on another foot stool at right angles to me, a selection of paddles and straps close by. Mistresses favourite music was playing, donning a red leather glove She began.
Now a gloved hand spanking is more force and shock than pain, no stinging sensation. Unfortunately it wasn't long until the paddles came into play and that stingy, agonising, humiliating pain, all too familiar to me made its presence known. I'm not one of those 'Grin and bear it merchants', I have long since learnt that being brave is just stupid when it comes to a Dominant Lady and play/punishment. If it really hurts I cry out, I happen to know my Mistress being ever so slightly a sadist really enjoys the cries and pleas.
Gripping one of my hands, which was half way up my back She laid it on, hard and fast, I hollered and started to twist and buck. Her grip tightened. Strangely enough I really love Her holding me, it's the physical connection, the reassurance, the control. I'm never sure how much my Mistress realises that as a sub I need the physical connection with my Owner; be it as it was during this spanking or when She has me in bed or at anytime. The more the physical connection and holding/controlling me the more submissive I feel to Her.
I wonder if you the reader as either a Domme or a sub have experienced this, or need/understand my feeling?
Anyway back to the squealing, my butt was now apparently going that nice shade of 'Beaton Red' and Mistress toyed with the idea of getting the canes out. I hate the canes, they really bite. One was saved by the fact we are off this Sunday to another Femdom event, if I'm over beaten before we go it would spoil Her fun on Sunday. Mistress has limits with me as I have to work and be able to drive safely.
So on with the whacking, the straps now used, some broad and meaty, others with a split in the middle. They really do make me yell, my begging at this point can become continual, the desperate attempts to evade intensify. Suddenly the pain stops a hand mauls my arse, I'm now a cheap slut to be fondled, I promise you the way I am groped if you were a sub you would feel cheap. The hand moved between my legs, the leg spreaders preventing me from protecting my testicles. The hand encircles them and the cruel vicious gripping, twisting and pulling commences. I moan in pain and to be honest pleasure. A light tap finishes that venture down below and the beating restarts, faster, harder and harder. I'm close to tears.........it stops. I'm sobbing, my bum sore my subbie
level on max, at this point I am completely owned in mind and body.
Following a short break to regain my wits, I am instructed to to dance to entertain Mistress, who is now reclined on the Sofa watching me with amusement. I dance, She laughs. I don't get embarrassed anymore, I'm use to it. In fact I tease a bit, thrusting my rear towards Her face before pulling it away so She cannot hit it. I did it once to often and ended up being chased around the room by a paddle with Mistress at the other end. Ouch!!!!!
Finally I'm instructed to kneel before Her, as I kiss and lick Her bare toes and feet I'm required to masterbate in to my chrome bowel. It's been a while since permitted release, there's quite a lot. It's only with permission do I let go, earlier or later is not allowed. As I now kneel there shacking the bowel is snatched from my hand, the teaspoon collects the cooling fluid and the inevitable happens, mouth opens on command and down it goes, ugh!!!!!!! A second scraping and more ughs.
A few minutes later I'm tidying away before kneeling in submission so that Mistress can remove my collar. Then the phone rings; I'm on call. It's an emergency, I have to leave.
Throwing on some clothes I start to switch into work mode, a two hour trip now occupying my thought, I rush back into the living room to say bye.
Then I'm off.
Oh, sorry, I guess your wondering where the horror/comedy comes into all this.
Well I was in a hurry, brain not working in sub mode, as I left I gave my Mistress a big wet kiss to say thank you, only I hadn't brushed my teeth or used mouth wash!
If you haven't got it yet, you will work it out!
Mistress realised, hence the horror, I realised so hence the comedy.
I've got three with the cane coming so I guess it's back to the horror.
But it was funny!
m
It all started in the living room, me naked, chained, bent over a foot stool with my hands secured behind my back and my legs forced apart with leg spreaders. Everything was exposed, available, vulnerable. Mistress sat on another foot stool at right angles to me, a selection of paddles and straps close by. Mistresses favourite music was playing, donning a red leather glove She began.
Now a gloved hand spanking is more force and shock than pain, no stinging sensation. Unfortunately it wasn't long until the paddles came into play and that stingy, agonising, humiliating pain, all too familiar to me made its presence known. I'm not one of those 'Grin and bear it merchants', I have long since learnt that being brave is just stupid when it comes to a Dominant Lady and play/punishment. If it really hurts I cry out, I happen to know my Mistress being ever so slightly a sadist really enjoys the cries and pleas.
Gripping one of my hands, which was half way up my back She laid it on, hard and fast, I hollered and started to twist and buck. Her grip tightened. Strangely enough I really love Her holding me, it's the physical connection, the reassurance, the control. I'm never sure how much my Mistress realises that as a sub I need the physical connection with my Owner; be it as it was during this spanking or when She has me in bed or at anytime. The more the physical connection and holding/controlling me the more submissive I feel to Her.
I wonder if you the reader as either a Domme or a sub have experienced this, or need/understand my feeling?
Anyway back to the squealing, my butt was now apparently going that nice shade of 'Beaton Red' and Mistress toyed with the idea of getting the canes out. I hate the canes, they really bite. One was saved by the fact we are off this Sunday to another Femdom event, if I'm over beaten before we go it would spoil Her fun on Sunday. Mistress has limits with me as I have to work and be able to drive safely.
So on with the whacking, the straps now used, some broad and meaty, others with a split in the middle. They really do make me yell, my begging at this point can become continual, the desperate attempts to evade intensify. Suddenly the pain stops a hand mauls my arse, I'm now a cheap slut to be fondled, I promise you the way I am groped if you were a sub you would feel cheap. The hand moved between my legs, the leg spreaders preventing me from protecting my testicles. The hand encircles them and the cruel vicious gripping, twisting and pulling commences. I moan in pain and to be honest pleasure. A light tap finishes that venture down below and the beating restarts, faster, harder and harder. I'm close to tears.........it stops. I'm sobbing, my bum sore my subbie
level on max, at this point I am completely owned in mind and body.
Following a short break to regain my wits, I am instructed to to dance to entertain Mistress, who is now reclined on the Sofa watching me with amusement. I dance, She laughs. I don't get embarrassed anymore, I'm use to it. In fact I tease a bit, thrusting my rear towards Her face before pulling it away so She cannot hit it. I did it once to often and ended up being chased around the room by a paddle with Mistress at the other end. Ouch!!!!!
Finally I'm instructed to kneel before Her, as I kiss and lick Her bare toes and feet I'm required to masterbate in to my chrome bowel. It's been a while since permitted release, there's quite a lot. It's only with permission do I let go, earlier or later is not allowed. As I now kneel there shacking the bowel is snatched from my hand, the teaspoon collects the cooling fluid and the inevitable happens, mouth opens on command and down it goes, ugh!!!!!!! A second scraping and more ughs.
A few minutes later I'm tidying away before kneeling in submission so that Mistress can remove my collar. Then the phone rings; I'm on call. It's an emergency, I have to leave.
Throwing on some clothes I start to switch into work mode, a two hour trip now occupying my thought, I rush back into the living room to say bye.
Then I'm off.
Oh, sorry, I guess your wondering where the horror/comedy comes into all this.
Well I was in a hurry, brain not working in sub mode, as I left I gave my Mistress a big wet kiss to say thank you, only I hadn't brushed my teeth or used mouth wash!
If you haven't got it yet, you will work it out!
Mistress realised, hence the horror, I realised so hence the comedy.
I've got three with the cane coming so I guess it's back to the horror.
But it was funny!
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