Chapter six

Chapter Six 02/05/15

David gazed round his eyes wide open in amazement, his jaw gapped.  He'd never seen anything like it in his life, and after the last couple of days; that was saying something.  Unusually for a flat there wasn't an entrance hall, David surveyed a large room, possible what should have been the Lounge.

"OK boy let me give you the grand tour" his new keeper said in a grand sarcastic tone.  The should be lounge had all sorts of equipment strategically placed.  A Black wooden cross was fixed to the wall, pads of deep red leather adorned it; along with chains that were positioned to fix arms and legs, straps hung ready to stop the next victim wriggling and squirming too far as they tried to avoid the torments being inflicted.  A spanking bench sat opposite, again complete with chains and leather etc.  A hoist hung from the fifteen foot high ceiling; allowing a person to be suspended from the broad black cuffs fixed to the end of the steel cable.  In another corner there was what David could only describe to be a throne sitting on a plinth elevated up above the floor, access was via the two broad steps. The throne was gothic; mainly constructed of twisted metal, harsh yet beautiful at the same time. Red leather cushioning provided support for the seat and back.  At the end of each arm a Dragons head roared in defiance, signalling power.  David could also see a large metal cage five feet high and eight foot long; a gate was visible at one end.  Next to the other end was another metal cage, smaller only two foot high and seven foot long, this was narrow unlike the other one so there was no chance of being able to turn round or over once some poor unfortunate had been forced in.  It also had a gate at the end.  One wall was fully tiled with square mirrors.  Another had a large black velvet curtain obscuring the whole wall.  A largeTwelve Slave Rule poster was fixed to another, David didn't get time to read it.

He was guided; no, marched from room to room, all were individually located off the first room. There was a Medical Room complete with a gynaecologist chair, black and white clinical square tiles covered the walls, ceiling and floor; the effect was finished with harsh strip lighting. Propelled into the next room David found himself in a room with a massive cot and young children's toys.  Adult babies his keeper gleefully explained. Then there was the Transvestites Room with Dressing Table, stool, mirrors everywhere and lots and lots of dresses and shoes.  He was next taken into a Wet Room, David's eyes widened when he saw the portable toilet that could clearly be placed over someone's head, there was a normal toilet and basin and a shower rose hanging down from the ceiling with its smaller flexible brother clipped to the wall.  Finally he came upon a utility room come kitchenette.  All the windows in the flat were blacked out, paintings and photos of attractive Dominant Ladies dressed in leather or PVC or other fantasy clothing hung in all the rooms except the Wet Room.  Whips, crops, paddles and lots of other equipment were dotted around in vast quantities.  David looked with concern and wonder, some items were easy to work out exactly what their purpose was, others weren't; they really worried him. In fact they all definitely worried him.

He was instructed to go and relieve himself in the Wet Room.  He shuffled away returning a few minutes later.  Mistress A smiling a broad smile pushed him forcefully to the smaller cage, as she moved them towards the gate said "In there boy"
David looked at the small cage and then at her, that sinking feeling was returning "How long for" he said in a begging voice.
"As long as I want shithead" was the retaught.  Next second Mistress A had opened the gate and started pushing him then slapping his head in an attempt to force him in.  David turned towards her, raising his arms trying to ward off the blows, this proved to be a huge error as it drove her into a rage.  Clearly she had boxed or done martial arts because the beating that followed was constant. David found however hard he tried; he was unable to block the blows that fell upon him.  Ducking and twisting he tried desperately to evade her; every attempt failed, he was crying out in pain; becoming dizzy and confused.  Finally it stopped, she was breathing heavily, he was hardly able to breath.  She pointed to the cage, he dragged himself to the entrance; slowly in agony. As he started to enter the metal enclosure he felt a sharp stinging blow across his buttocks, a cane had been wielded by her, followed by another and another slashing strike until he managed to crawl frantically into the sanctuary of the cage.   It's door was firmly shut and padlocked.
Squatting down close to David's head she gazed into into the tear filled eyes enjoying her victory.  Without a word she stood up; turned and walked out of the flat, switching out the lights as she left.

David lay in a sea of pain, he could feel his eyes swelling up, fear, self pity and self loathing ruled.  The flat metal bars under him made laying down an awful experience; it was to ensure he had an night of little or no sleep.  He found that being unable to turn over to spread the pain around added to his torment, which was exactly what the the cage was designed to do.  The night was the longest he had ever experienced, he cried out, shouting for her to come, the agony just carried on remorseless, unending.

He had no way of knowing when the dawn came, although he felt the temperature drop at one point.  Living alone in that cramped poorly insulated flat had taught him that there was a change an hour before dawn.  The cold hour as he named it. He could have afforded to move but was busy with work and too many other enterprises to bother.  Plus it had been the only thing linking him to his past.  He must have dozed in fits and starts but finally he heard a noise, a key turned and lights shone.  The padlock undone and the gate opened followed by a curt instruction to get out.  It took him over ten minutes to get out, finally She had to grab his ankles and drag him out.  He cried out in pain as he was moved.  Pulling him onto his feet she told him to go and use the loo.  Walking was almost an impossibility and he staggered and bounced like a drunk on Burns Night.  While in the Wet room he caught sight of himself in a mirror, the man looking back was bloodied, a mess of bruises and lumps, both eyes blacker than coal.  With a deep breath he managed to return to her to find a dog bowl had been positioned on the floor. "Drink" came the only word.  Falling more than getting down to the floor he lapped the water greedily, he hadn't realised how thirsty he was.  When he'd had enough he heaved himself over and rolled over to the nearest wall, placing his back against it he glanced up looking for her.  She was resting on her throne, dressed in a pink tracksuit and white round-neck tee shirt.  Her hair was frizzy and black with a hint of the dawn of grey, she looked to be older than David was, maybe thirty; thirty five?  Her face was not beautiful, more striking, an angry scar ran down her left cheek, but she wasn't ugly.  David could see she was well built, not fat but curvy, with a full bust.  They regarded each other.

"Well boy you look a mess" she spoke, a big smile appeared on her face.  "Are you going to behave today?" She enquired, her eyes danced and shone.
Something snapped in David, the breaking point had been reached he didn't care anymore.  A sullen look appeared on his face and he shook his head; then said "No, that's  it I ain't playing no more, phone the bitch up and take me back to the cafe, I'll take my chances, oh she promised took put me back in the cafe how she found me so I want my gun also".
Mistress Amphare was taken aback, this was the last thing she had expected, begging, pleading, tears yes, not defiance.  Her trade had taught her to read men, his tone, the choice of words told her he meant it!.  She leant forward elbows resting on muscular thighs, thinking about her reply for a couple of seconds before saying "She will kill you very slowly you know"
David instantly came back; child like in tone and content "No she won't cause I will shoot at her, if she's dead great, if not I'll have the final bullet, so sod her, and you" he added with as much bluster as he could muster.
Her eyebrows went up, that reply wasn't expected either. Unsure how to proceed she mulled over her options, beating him up again would be fun but futile, he had been sent here to learn and for a job.  Taking him back would be pointless and make her look bad.  Killing him was tempting; but again could get her into trouble with Mistress B.  It would, she thought be better if she knew exactly what this was all about, she had been given very limited information, just instructions totrain him and take him to clubs in the Midlands and take a picture of a Woman.  Better to keep him here; for a while; to calm down she decided was going to be the best option.  Leaving the Throne she walked to the door, her six foot frame moved with easy and grace.  Turning at the door she looked and spoke to him "I'm going to go and phone her, Mistress Emilia, she won't be happy with you"
"Whatever" came the sarky reply.  She left locking the door behind her.  David lay there in pain and complete lack of interest in anything. "Fuck this" he eventually said and crawled to the door.  A quick look at the lock and he hunted around, soon finding a hair grip and what looked like a small slotted screwdriver but clearly wasn't.  It took him over five minutes to do the lock, normally he could open this Euro Cylinder lock in one or max two minutes.  Half standing on the landing he was undecided what to do, he struggled for breath.  He could go down the stairs, but he just didn't fancy that, he didn't know why really he just didn't, or he could go through the door at the end of the landing marked 'To the Roof Garden'.  That door won and he pushed the fire door bar forcing the door to open outwards. He stepped out into brilliant; warm sunlight, the noise of traffic rising up from the street below.

Thirty minutes later Mistress A walked upstairs and saw her dungeon front door open, she mildly panicked until she noticed the roof garden for open. Stepping out onto the roof garden she saw David sitting on the edge, legs dangling over.  His head underneath the rail, both hands on the edge ready to push.  She took a deep breath and walked over, this was turning into a bad day. "It's a long way down" she started with.  "Make a hell of a mess, bound to hurt"
David replied "Don't care, don't try and stop me, if you do we both go over, got it"
"OK boy" she said but I'm going to come and sit down next to you, if you want to jump I won't try and grab you, clear?.
David weakly nodded, she joined him and they both sat there a while taking in the view. It was a great view, high rises, Cathedral and Churches, some many other tiled roofs protecting the occupants below. Finally Mistress A enquired "So what do you want, what will get you to work with me and play ball?"
David's head twitched a little towards her, he was startled at the question. "Well" he said slowly "I'm fed up with being frightened and hurt......you really hurt me! " he exclaimed.
"I'm not sorry" came the reply.  "You have to learn to obey, there are consequences you know.  After all". She added "You did by your own admission break in and steel from a friend of mine so don't expect too much sympathy, you really upset and hurt her you know!"  Looking directly at him she asked "Is there anyway you're going to try to submit and be willing to learn or are we wasting each other's time?"
David shouted his reply in fear and frustration "Give me a sodding chance, I am sorry I hurt your friend, I didn't think about it like that" Then he pleaded, "I cannot do this.  I need a break from all this shit, proper food, proper sleep, a chance to feel like a human. I need to talk, have a conversation, chill out.  Cathy and Wendy were never like this.  Ok they punished me if I was bad, otherwise they were kind, gentle, caring.  You lot ain't!" He finished the last sentence with gusto.
Pricking her interest she enquired about Cathy and Wendy, David told her everything, his life in the village, the games at Wendy's, his Mum, his Dad dying, even the punishments.  Sobbing a little he explained about his forced move, his Mums mugging then death, the Social, the old man and Joe.  Finally about the job; How it all went wrong and what happened after that.  Finally he finished and they sat in silence again.

Mistress A pursed her lips, stuck tongue out and back in and after a long pause said "Phew.......OK boy I'll offer you this, I have to train you and get you round the scene, correct?"
David nodded then looked worried and said quickly "Yes Mistress" She half smiled, one lesson learnt!
"Right then boy; best you come to my home, not the dungeon and live there.  If you play fair with me as from now I will cut you some slack, got it so far". Scratching her ear she continued "I will give you two lessons a day, each an hour, the rest of the time you will have free talk and free movement in my home, I will expect you to do chores and cook etc, you will have a bed and sometimes when you eat you can sit at the table, most times I feed you.  If I watch the TV you can as well as long as the chores are done.  How does that sound?"
David uttered his compliance and then asked what Emilia had said.  "I didn't phone her, I went for a walk" came the reply as she helped him back in.  They went past the open dungeon door and down two flights of stairs before stopping at a door underneath the dungeon door.  David was struck with the irony that she lived so close.  The door was opened and in they went.