Chapter 9

Chapter Nine 26/05/15

The meal, it turned out ,was easy, while they had been up in the Dungeon someone had been into the flat and restocked the kitchen.  David went for a Spicy Tomato soup followed by Lamb Shanks with all the trimmings. Rounding up with a shop bought Lemon Cheese Cake.  He noticed a Vegetarian Nut Roast in the freezer and checked to see if it could be cooked from frozen; it could.  Moving into the bedroom he was amazed to find someone had beaten him to it; the room cleaned and tidied the sheets changed.  Walking round he found that the whole flat had been given the once over.  He felt quite cheerful for once until he remembered the caning to come.  Unfortunately there was worse before that to come although he did not know it yet.

Mistress A appeared later on, She had a quick shower and strolled around naked, totally unconcerned about David.  In fact to David's mind she plain ignored him.  Half an hour before the meal was to be served she said she was going back upstairs and would be down in time to meet her guest and boy.  Hesitating at the door she scanned the room before pursing her lips and walking to the statue come lamp.  "More light need I think" she said more to herself than David before tapping the statues testicles with the right foot.  The lamp lit.  Seeing the look of incredulity on David's face she demonstrated how on and off were achieved by tapping the mans balls, laughing as she did so.  "He was my husband" she sneered" Her face went dark.  "The bastard" she continued "pretended to love me, in fact he married me just to get citizenship and then tried to kill me to get the large,and I mean large, insurance payout, the little shit".
David looked down; afraid and not sure what to say.  In someways she wasn't talking to him, he just happened to be there.  "Emilia saved me, only by chance mind, the little shit had drugged me and was in the midst of throwing me off a bridge when she caught him". Rubbing her palms together she resumed "Did for him didn't we, he died like this; pole up his ass and out of his mouth, took him three days to die, I watched it all.  I loved it.  This is a cast of his body just how he looked when he died, good isn't it?" She looked at David questionably.
David was dumb founded shocked and intrigued at the same time, appalled in the almost matter of fact way she openly discussed it.  Did every Mistress just kill at will he asked himself.  Snapping out of her memories she left.  David trotted off to the kitchen.

He became aware that someone had entered the lounge, assuming it was Mistress A he sauntered out to be greeted with the unwelcome site of Mistress Blackstock, the woman who claimed that he was now her slave.  Time seemed to freeze for David, she just looked at him as though he was a bit of muck that had sneaked it's way into the room.  Coming to his senses he threw himself down and crawled towards her in an attempt to kiss her Victorian Style Brown Boots to show his complete submission to her.  He had not forgotten that he was still under a sentence of a very brutal execution.  Knowing exactly what he was trying to do and not wanting him too she simply kicked him in the face shouting "No".  David rolled on the floor grasping his face, he wanted to shout back but managed instead to go into position three.  There was silence followed by the familiar tap tap of footsteps.  David could not see what was going on the sweat started to pour off him.  A sharp pain erupted in his nuts, she had kicked him.  Sharp pain turned to dull ache as he cried out and struggled for breath.  The hall door opened and Mistress A walked in, still naked.  Looking at the situation she simply said "Two and kitchen boy" before walking over to Emilia and embracing her in a long lingering passionate kiss.  David went into two and then with more than a little effort crawled into the kitchen.  Once inside he grabbed some ice and pressed it to his battered organs and tried not to be sick.

In the lounge the woman stood there caressing and snogging for longer than either knew.
"Phew" exclaimed Emilia "Your as tasty as ever".
Mistress A smiled one of her broad smiles and replied "Mmmmmmmm your delicious, love the skirt, matches the boots.  Drink first or food?"
"Food" came the reply and they walked into diner.
David then spent the next two hours running back and forth, Mistress Blackstock ignored him, Mistress A smiled at him a couple of times as he served her.  Apart from that he may as well have been a robot.  They talked about many things that he did not understand, eventually the conversation came round to him.  Telling Emilia about how well he was doing he was amazed to hear his praises being sung.  Emilia looked less than impressed and stated the the little shit should be beaten three times a day and left caged up.  The reply she got was not the one she would have expected from her friend.
"If you want us to go round the clubs and get away with it, I have to train him properly.  Give him a chance, he is in fact doing very well.  He would make someone a great Collared Submissive or even maybe a House Collared Submissive!"
Emilia breathed a huge sigh and waved her fork as she replied "OK, you know your job, but in the end nothing changes, understand". David didn't get it; but Mistress A did, she glanced at David for a second before leaving the subject and talking about Single Tail Whips, a subject she knew was close to her friends heart.  David cleared the table and went into the kitchen only to find Charles washing up.  David joined him and started to dry.  Looking at Charles David suddenly said "Thank you". Charles glanced back surprise written on his face, he raised a quizzically eyebrows but did not speak.  "Thanks for showing me what to do" David explained.  He was now grateful, he understood now that Charles could have just not bothered with him.  Teaching him how to do things had saved his bacon here.  Well,saved it for now David thought glumly.  He cheered up when Charles smiled back and nodded.  They worked together in continued silence until Mistress A walked in "Your Mistress wants you now" Charles curtsied and left.  "You can have a bowl of Slave food" she said as she measured some out adding milk.  "On the floor, no lifting, you can use your hands to keep the bowl moving; but that's all".  David acknowledged her order with a curtsey.  Mistress A smiled "Good boy, after that cloakroom and bed.  Wake me with breakfast at ten, oh bring the same for Emilia; but Earl Grey Tea, got it".  Again David curtsied but this time he said "Yes Mistress" as well.

Settling into bed he tried to sleep, he lay there for a long time when he heard music coming from the lounge then laughter and talking.  He could hear Charles joining in it was clear they were having a great time.  Angst, jealously and despair flooded into his mind, it just wasn't fair! He began to burn with anger, the flame of hate ignited.  His mind whirled, he could go, he could escape; start a new life far away. She'd never find him, he'd be off free, a new chapter.  Cathy walking into the cafe had shaken him, followed by that appalling act of barbarity in that house.  Mistress A beating him up, just a couple of lucky blows he fooled himself into believing.  Another thought dropped in to his greedy mind, should have shot the bitch, put her down!  He began to feel good about himself, positive that he could disappear.  After all he reasoned how many people could disable a Burglar Alarm and escape from a cell like he had.  He'd run rings round them!.  Should he ask to be taken to the Cafe? Initially he reasoned that he should, one or two weeks head start would be great, you could travel a long way in two weeks he assured himself. Clenching his fists he felt his courage finally returning like the sea surging in when the tide had finally changed.  No; better to leave tonight, no warning, no chance for a spanner to get thrown into the works. Nick a car out of the garage, not the electric shit and back to his flat, then warm shower; clothes and a new beginning.  David's excitement grew, setting Mickey to wake him at six he rolled over and waited.  He was so alive, happy, ready for it.

Mickey woke him, the mouse right on time, getting up quietly he walked into the lounge, there his plan fell apart before it had even started Charles was standing there arms folded.  They regarded each other before Charles asked the obvious "And where are you going?"
David replied easily, "Just need a wee". Charles looked unimpressed "You needed an alarm to tell you that it was time to pee?"  David looked around nervously before answering "Well yea maybe" but without much conviction.  Charles walked to the hall door and opened it saying "Go on then, good luck" and then just starred at David; his eyes cold and dead.  David's mouth was dry as a bone, he stood there feeling foolish unsure what to say.  "If you were about to do what I think you were going to, I won't stop you, however do you really think you would get very far?  Really?" Charles exclaimed before continuing "She hunts for pure pleasure, hunting you would make her year" David's schemes splintered at this; he knew Charles was right, with some effort he stammered "Just going for a pee, that's all".  Charles shrugged and moved away heading for the kitchen his muscles rippling as he walked.  David just stood there watching Charles mesmerised by his movement.  As Charles got to the kitchen door David had to ask "Are you going to tell her?"  Charles stopped, looked down for a few seconds before saying "No, if they don't ask" David started to breath again, unaware that he had stopped breathing.  He knew he shouldn't but he just couldn't help himself "Why?"  Charles again looked down again and considered his reply "Mistress Amphere likes you, believe me that's rare and you can cook"
Charles went to move again "Thanks" David said.  Charles smiled a rye smile, then "Your welcome" and moved.  David pottered to the cloakroom and went back to bed, maybe tomorrow night he told himself, not believing a word.

Right on time David walked into the bedroom with Mistress A's tray he was not totally unsurprised to see Mistress Blackstock dozing on the other side.   He was somewhat more surprised to make out Charles laying sideways at the bottom of the bed, his bald head just visible under the covers.  The instruction came as normal "Patio". Leaving the tray there he fetched the other one; also depositing it outside.  As he started to leave he got the command "Three".  Dropping like a stone he waited and waited.  The women chatted, kissing occasionally before Mistress E said "OK sexy let's do you one more time, then I have to shoot".  There was a few giggles; kisses and then a gasp from Mistress A, Emilia snapped out "Charles don't you dare move; I want something to thrust against". David couldn't see what took place but he sure could hear it.  There were moans and groans; the good type, followed by panting and squelchy sounds.  Finally a "Oh.......Oh Emilia yes; yes ahrrrrrrrrrr yes". Then just panting and then "Open wide boy" David opened his mouth a purple strap-on was shoved hard into his mouth; covered in juice of woman.  It was still attached to the harness.  "Get out and clean it bitch" Emilia said in a matter of fact way. David started to crawl, unsure if he should as he was in three.  Then he realised he had not put himself into position three, Mistress had, so presumably she could order him away without going to two, this he assumed was right as he struggled to retain the monster between his lips.  Just as he was at the door Mistress A said "David after you've cleaned up go into the dungeon and wait for me.  David mumbled "Yes Mistress" which made both Ladies laugh, "Don't talk while your mouth's full" came a mocking voice.  David kept crawling his ears burning with more shame.

After cleaning the thing with kitchen spray David went upstairs, having a sneaky quick pee on the way.  He was hungry.  Sitting on a step to the Throne he tucked his chin onto his knees and waited.  An age past before Mistress A walked in dressed in a sexy Basque, short leather skirt and thigh length leather boots that laced all the way up.  David got into position three just in time, the moment he knew had come, the cane awaited.