Chapter 13

Chapter Thirteen

The black man lunged; viciously slashing his knife diagonally right to left trying to catch a hand or arm, the second assailant at the same time stabbing straight forward in a well rehearsed attack, Mistress A flinched just avoiding the slashing blade, David somehow parried the thrusting dagger pushing it to one side, this left him exposed and the scumbag punched him in the face stunning him, David fell, the man stepped over him as they closed to finish their other victim.  David; dazed rolled over trying to get up; desperate to help, the injured thug lurched forward and kicked him hard in the back.  Crying out David scrabbled away inadvertently crashing into the scumbag taking his legs; his weapon clattering to the floor.  A gap appeared,  Mistress A spying the gap leapt through landing the flat palm of her right hand in the third mans face breaking his nose.  She had been trying to kill him driving nasal bones into his brain but he moved slightly before there was contact, he yelled out in pain and fell away clutching his face. Mistress A span to face the leader but she was too slow, for a big man he moved like a cat and had launched himself over the fallen men; flying feet first at her, he connected with both catching her in the rips and tummy, she doubled up winded and in agony hardly able to breath.  Springing back up and stepping forward in triumph he grabbed her hair pulling her along the ground "Fun time" he exclaimed.   David and the scumbag rolled on the ground, the scumbag more accustomed to fighting but was not as strong as David, all those years working on the tools were now helping, David got on top and head butted him, the scumbag lost the will to fight his face a mess of blood.   Gasping for breath David wearily regained his feet and picked up the dustbin lid and went after the Blackman.  On seeing this the man smiled, his gold tooth exposed and smacked Mistress A hard on the side of her head with the butt of his knife, she groaned. Letting go of her he stepped towards David calling the other two to rise up.  With difficulty both did and David found himself facing the trio.  "Time to die chicken!" Gloated the Blackman, the third man spat out some blood.  The scumbag whispered "Stick the bastard".  David had nowhere to run, so this is it he thought, bollocks!

A light from a torch illuminated all of them, one of the powerful 2000 watt type and a voice said "You want some of this shitheads?"  The leader span round; blade ready, other hand up trying to shield his eyes from the beam.  The voice said "Mines bigger than yours" in a sarcastic tone followed by "init"
David shouted out in desperate hope, not certain if he'd heard correctly "M?"
"How's you doing."  A weaker light was now shining on them all, presumably Mistress Shania David prayed.  They could all now see the sawn off shotgun in M's hands, big round barrels pointing at the Blackman.  The three men were mesmerised by the weapon.
When called to; David pushed past the third man and staggered to Mistress A who was sitting up struggling to comprehend their change in fortunes. "Their on their way" said Mistress Shania; who moved over to her fallen friend giving the torch to David with instructions to "Watch them no good bottom feeders!"
Looking up at her Mistress A murmured "They were going to rape me!"  There was a short silence followed by the sound of both barrels bring cocked. M raised the weapon.  "No" shouted his owner, followed by "No boy; no" M starred at then with hatred; he slowly lowered the weapon.  The Blackman; who had thrown his hand up in defence as the barrels had been pointed at him made a huge sighing noise and said in an appealing tone "The filth will do you for having that, tell you what; let's call its quits, you go your way and we'll go ours". He started to move before halting as the sawn off was raised.  M glared at him and the other two before uttering with menace "The next one to move or speak gets it in the belly, init!"

For the next twenty five odd minutes the stood looking at each other in silence, the men held at bay by M and the shotgun.  Then there was the sound of car doors being slammed and multiple footsteps.  In to view came two women and four very large fit men, the men each over six foot. All were dressed in black, the Women each had a silver chain belt around their waists, I've seen them before thought David; referring to the belts.  Approaching the scene the lead woman took stock before marching up to M and sticking her hand out in a give me now gestured.  M looked unsure and glanced briefly at his Mistress, the woman tilted her head, her eyes fixed on M's.  M reluctantly handed it over, she broke the barrels and on looking down to remove the cartridges exclaimed "It's not loaded". The three men groaned.  Looking back up at M she pursed her lips and gave him another hard eye to eye stare then moving to the three now worried looking men she indicated her men to take them.  Swiftly the three were unceremoniously grabbed, hands secured behind there backs and were dragged away.    

Mistress A was helped up, slowly rising still some pain.  "Nothing broken" said the second woman who as soon as they had arrived had gone to check on her.  Mistress A gave them the story, angrily talking about the rape threat, proudly proclaiming David's bravery.  Looking at Mistress A's car the lead woman stated that it needs some work before being fit to drive, tonight a hotel and guards would be provided.  Mistress Shania would not hear of this and shortly afterwards David found himself in the back of a large diesel estate heading for a village south of Birmingham.

The following morning he woke and found himself naked; curled up in a lovely soft linen dressed bed that also contained a naked Mistress Amphere!  Laying there gazing up at the white cracked ceiling he recalled the nights events.  Shattered by all that had befallen them David could not remember how they got here.  Looking at his Lady he saw she was also awake; she was gazing at him,  then she gently stroking his check and murmured "Good boy". David was so happy he cried.  She pulled him into her arms and cuddled him.  They lay there entwined for a long time before there was a knock and the door opened.  In stepped M who went straight into three.  On hearing two; free talk free look; he knelt up and beamed a welcoming smile before inviting them to Brunch.

Pulling David out of bed Mistress A pushed him into the ensuite and after they had both done their ablutions allowed him to shower with her.  David loved the hot water, he found it a joyful pleasure but not in a sexual way as he washed her.  He was horrified to see her bruised torso not stopping to think for a second he might look as bad.  They carefully dried each other and walked naked to the kitchen which was warm as toast.  Mistress Shania looked up smiled and gently hugged them both; sending M away to fetch the ladies dressing gown that had been left hanging on the bedroom door. Brunch was served, Mistress eating at the table a Full English, David was called to kneel at Mistress Shania's feet and was given water and then hand fed spoonful after spoonful of slave food, which he had to admit tasted rather good.  He found he liked being fed by Mistress Shania, she took her time, was considerate and focused all her attention on him, gently talking to him, praising, encouraging him, instructing when to chew, when to swallow.

When he'd eaten enough she pointed to bowl of water in the corner and said "You can help yourself anytime you need to".  Switching her attention to Mistress A she informed her that the the car would not be ready until ten tomorrow morning and that she insisted that they stay, refusal was not an option.  The second Warrior who they met last night would be coming over to see them to take a statement later in the day.  The kitchen door creaked open a few minutes later and in walked Mistress Shania's daughter and her boy, who; on seeing there was an unknown Lady in the home went into three.  His owner nodded approvingly and instructed him with a simply two; get on.  The daughter who's name was Sian greeting them both warmly, David had also gone into three found her standing before him, his Mistress said "Remember two kiss kiss two that I taught you?, do it now" David did, moving as gracefully as possible to two than back to three before softly kissing each foot and moving back to two.  Sian thanked him but expressed surprise he did not know this already.  Her Mother gave her a blow by blow account, Sian looked worried and concerned and hastily rushed over to her Father who was kneeling near the wood burner.  Hugging him she ran her hands over his body checking he was unhurt.  Her boy clearly unsure looked to his Mothering Law for guidance. Mistress Shania said "Oh just go and do you chores like a good lad and take David with you he could give you a hand moving that stuff down from the attic.

For the next two hours David helped out, moving boxes, running up and down stairs to ask about this item or that, to keep or discard.  In the end Mistress Shania resignedly climbed up herself and ten minutes later all was done.  While lapping water from the bowl in the kitchen David heard M asking if he fancied a walk. David readily agreed but enquired after his keeper; who he was told had gone to lay dawn again, the pain on her rips exhausting her.  M passed a track suite, socks and wellies and said "Stick em on, car't go streaking round here you know".

 Guiding David to a path by the mighty Severn river; which was flowing smoothly and quietly awaiting the first Autumn Gales they walked along its rolling bank taking in the magnificent view of the Malvern Hills.  David thanked him for the rescue last night but wondered how come they ended up stoping not knowing it was their car.  M explained that they had seen them drive past as they walked the last few yards to their own car and if there hadn't been an urgent phone call he had to make in response to a text regarding work they would have been right behind them and probably nothing would have happened. He then expanded that when they did set off; they quickly came upon the shunted cars and guessed there was trouble.  David uttered that he was amazed M had blagged it with an empty gun. M looked a bit shifty, took a box out of his wax jacket, shrugged at David and chucked the box into the river, then with an after thought he pulled out two loose rounds and tossed them in one at a time.  "Whipped them out when the Warriors arrived" he confessed, "Everyone too busy looking at the new arrivals to notice, never mind what they don't know won't hurt them" he quipped.  David was impressed, he liked his rescuer.  Looking at M David asked "Can I tell you something without it going further?" M paused for a few seconds and then assured him all would be well.  David told him everything, M to his credit didn't interrupt although he wanted too, instead he let the torrent flow, it was clear David needed to confide in someone; David finished with "I don't know what I am, or who owns me, does anyone own me, what do you think?
M considered his reply rubbing his stubbly chin "Your not a Slave-dog you weren't born into the Mistress Hood, you ain't a House Collard-Submissive like me as your not mated or either owned and living with a family.  Your not a Collard-Submissive or a Submissive as your not owned by a family but live somewhere else.  You might be a Slave but your not in chains and you are clearly trusted.  So I don't know.  As to who owns you, I guess this Mistress Blackstock must".
After a moments reflection he continued "As to her killing you, that's got to be wrong, you've clearly changed, your actions last night prove that, will she let you kiss her feet in submission?"  David considered the question before shaking his head in a no.  "Ok this what I would do" M stated with a grin on his lips "Shes going going to kill you after a two week parole, yep?"  Again a nod.
"When she lets you go, wherever she lets you go, get back to her house and beg to be allowed to serve her for the two weeks, but, and its the killer, beg to let her kiss her feet in submission before she kills you."  Scratching his ear and nodding at the same time he went on "My guess this will be the curve ball she wasn't expecting, it will throw her a bit, maybe; just maybe enough to get her to reconsider, remember"  He added quickly seeing the look on David's face "What every Mistress wants from a man more than anything is their submission, truly give them that and that's half the battle won".
David mulled it over and thanked him. He wasn't certain, he needed time to think about it.
In an attempt to change the subject David asked about about the dynamics of M's home asking how it all worked.  M understood and laughing asked "Is this about sex and the weekly wank?"  David blushed and looked away hiding his embarrassment.  M tried to stop laughing but it took a few minutes before he could stop. "Ok matey here we go fast and hard" he sniggered wrapping his arms around his belly. "Like most Mistress households that are part of the Mistress Hood, there's a naked boy rule in the house, chastity device only, unless it's freezing of course". He added as an after thought.  "Wank night tends to be Sunday's, hands chained behind the back and brought off by a lady of the house or relative or close friend of the lady of the house.  It's not sex as you call it, for them it's all about power and control.  Most households also operate the bowl thing, I take it you've come across that?"  David was fascinated and could only nod.  "My Mistress or my daughter use me and control me like that, same for my daughters boy".  Seeing the look of confusion form on David's face he went on.  "Remember it's not sex, of course in this country the age of full consent is 18 so my daughter didn't do it till then.  She did cane me on her sixteenth, that's the age as far as the Mistress a Hood goes which makes a girl into a Mistress.  David was had to ask what age in the eyes of the Mistress a Hood did a man become a man.  "Never" came the rely "Never, what's the point, after all we don't get to vote in Coven!"

As the walked back David wondered if all Mistresses were into BDSM, shaking his head M explained that most were not, they lived what was to them normal lives with their boys, went to Coven, disciplining their wards if necessary, allowing relief once a week if they thought their boy deserved it.  They had sex on their terms as little or often as they  wanted.   He continued to explain that some Ladies were into BDSM, some go to clubs, others just play at home or amongst friends.  "Remember" M lectured "The BDSM scene is not just exclusively full of members of the Mistress Hood, there are some very weird people out there!".  "Really I would have never guessed" said David, they both laughed.

On getting in they were met with the information that they were all to attend Mistress Blackstock in her home on Saturday. M was surprised that his Mistress and he had to go, his Mistress looked a little worried.  The following morning the car was ready, still dented but drivable, they drove away with much waving and "See you soon".  As the car disappeared around the tight left hand bend Mistress Shania looked at her boy, clicked her fingers twice and as he went into two she enquired "So what did he tell you then."

Saturday soon flicked on to the radar and by two that afternoon David found himself naked in front of Mistress Emilia Blackstock who looked him briefly up and down before ignoring him completely.  Kneeling along side M David listened to the proceedings even though he could not see them.  The three men were there, quietly sobbing, clearly in pain.  Mistresses A, Shania and Louise (the lady who had stood behind Mistress Blackstock the first time David had met her). Charles was standing near the three men.  Mistress Blackstock spoke, Charles get the spikes ready, get four ready I have some unfinished business with him" gesturing towards David.  Although David couldn't see the gesture he felt it.  Oh fuck, oh fuck his mind screamed.

Chapter 12

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Chapter Twelve 16/09/15

Sunday came faster than David could have wished for and by eleven on that day he found himself sat next to his current keeper as she drove them up the Motorway.  Dressed in a black shirt and trousers with matching slip on shoes David looked smart but not noticeable.  Mistress A had a black trouser suite on, again smart but not standoutish.  He had previously tried to talk; ask about Devotions but the same reply kept coming back, "Wait and see".  The traffic was light they were making good time, a frustrated David tried again "Mistress may I speak?" On receiving permission he continued "Please give me a clue, how long till we get there, what will the people be like there?"  Mistress A glanced at him and exhaled hard out of her mouth, licked her purple lipstick coated lips before saying "Nervous are you?"  And on getting the look; she exclaimed "Oh for fuck sake, right Devotions" she said launching into what sounded to David as was going to be the start of a long speech "Is one of the best Femdom events in Britain, we're going to West Bromwich just outside Birmingham to a Swingers Club....... No!"  She shouted seeings David's expression "There will be no swinging today, the club is taken over and the event, not the club is called Devotions.  Unlike many events this is purely Femdom; so only Mistresses, Slave-Dogs, Collared Submissive's, Submisives, TV's and Slaves get to go".  She went on "We will get there by one, well one thirty at the latest, stretch our legs and go in for two.  Unlike most clubs its best to arrive early for the Tea Party; only you don't get any tea, unlucky!"  Looking quickly in the wing mirror she pulled out and smoothly accelerated pasted a pink lorry with pictures on Donuts and happy smiling slim children.  Slipping back in to the left hand lane and letting the Cruise Control take over she expanded "Don't forget you are looking for this Woman.  Just spot her and I will take a sneaky pic and that's it, were done". So am I thought David gloomily.

Mile upon mile of motorway boredom past, David looked out watching the world fly past, he was nervous, butterflies started to flutter in his belly, what should he do if she was there, tell, not tell.  The consequences of spotting her were, fucking awful! That he was clear about.
Arriving at their destination; Mistress A found a parking space, free parking on a Sunday and they went for a stroll.  The Sun was shining, slightly watery as Summer was starting to giving in to Autumns advances.  There was a Ibis hotel towering above the small assortment of shops. Many were open the Asian owners keen to get every cent out of their assets.  David noticed shops selling colourful Saris and others offering foreign sweets that beckoned with looks of enchantment.  A Fruit and Veg Store and a Scooter Dealership rubbed up next to each other.

Walking back to the car David was loaded up with three bags containing equipment and Mistress's costume.  "Let's go" came the command in his ear.  They walked up to the door.  David's heart pounded with nerves.  A quick knock and the door swung open, stepping through David waited to be set upon and dragged off, nothing happened.  Instead a slightly chubby but happy looking woman sat behind a counter and asked for fifteen pounds each. Mistress handed over the amount and they were in.  Moving from the counter they walked a short distance before coming to stand on a balcony that overlooked the main part of the club.  Looking down David saw what he could only describe as a nightclub.  There was a bar, dance floor and seating area, however the dance floor was strewn with all manner of dungeon equipment.  However before David could have a good look he was whisked downwards, through the main body and down another set of steps to a changing room.  "Strip boy" Came the order, he did as bidden feeling somewhat stupid.  There were a couple of other people getting changed, David tried not to look.  Once standing there with just a chastity device on David felt small, vulnerable.
He wasn't given time to worry about that as his Lady was getting changed into her PVC one piece and demanded his assistance.  Finally after the usual pulling and squashing she was in, ready and up they went.  The main area was still empty apart from the barman who  appeared to be naked and sporting a very fancy chrome slave collar.  He smiled welcomely as they moved past, his almost bold head glistened reflecting the lights above. Moving into a well lit room David was amazed to see so many people, Ladies of all sorts, sizes and races were perched or reclined on rich dark red leather sofas and wrap round seating.  Tables were dotted in convenient locations, each having a colourful two or three tier cake stand lavished with many a tasty treat provocatively perched.  Men, presumably slaves of one sort or another were kneeling near their ladies mostly naked except for a chastity device or a small item that covered their modesty, a couple of men wore kilts.  TV maids were bobbing and curtseying while serving hot beverages.  David could not believe the Ladies apparel, leather, PVC, basques and corsets stunned the eyes from every quarter.  Evening gowns and strict teacher assembly's were also very much apparently in vogue.  David noticed one lady in combats and steel caped shiny black lace up boots, the thug type.  Mistress A sat down by a table and motioned David to two, then rang a small hand bell it tinkled.  Immediately a maid rushed to the table, curtsied and enquired what she might get for Madam.  On being informed tea she again curtsied and retreated, only to reappear less than a minute later with a cup and saucer.  These were rather clumsily plonked down; she curtsied and left.  There was a tut from the lady sitting opposite who up to that point had been busy whispering in her slaves ear.  David glanced furtively at them.  She was late forties, glasses, long black curly raven hair, with keen eyes.  Not slim slim, but definitely not a porker.  Dressed in a black PVC over-bust corset; short lace skaters skirt, fishnets and knee high laced up patent boots.  David couldn't help but thinking she was a MILF.  At her feet in almost position two was her boy, again not slim or particularly fat; but clearly not Mr fitness fanatic also.  His short black hair had grey around the sides and he was wearing a leather kilt.

His Mistress rolled her eyes and said in a singing Welsh accent "M sort that out, if you don't mind" she added looking at Mistress A.  M laughed and reached over and repositioned the cup so the handle was on the correct side.  He then reached over on taking the spoon from his mistresses saucer and wiped it with a clean serviette before placing it on Mistress A's saucer.  Dipping his head slightly he said "There you go Mistress init" in broad brummie. Mistress A replied "Thank you boy" before turning her full attention on to his Mistress and started to chat in a friendly manner.  It turned out that the lady was Mistress Shania, she was helping out this time and wasn't very happy with the new maid who had just served.  Her boy was her House Collard Submissive and husband "Covered all the bases that way" she assured.  Neither had been born into the Mistress Hood but both had developed urges and feelings, they had met at a Munch some Twenty Five years before and the rest was history.  For five years they had muddled on without much guidance before being approached by the Mistress Hood.  It had then taken them another five years to be fully admitted to their coven, a Welsh Coven came another firm assurance.  M apparently had struggled with his initiation ceremony as he had to take 100 strokes of the cane.  "He's more submissive than a full masochist" came the explanation "However he can take quiet a lot now a days".  It transpired there was a daughter who was also a full Mistress with her own boy, they of course lived at home, as is the tradition that the Women stay in the same house and the males move to the home of the lady who takes them.

Mistress A listened smiled gently and as far as David could see was very pleased to meet them.  The bell was rung again and two more teas were ordered, these arrived only for both to be put down so the handles were on the wrong side; and yet again no spoons!
M uttered beneath his breath "kin-hell" and got a tap on his head.  Mistress Shania stood up, pulling her five foot body to fully height and launched into an angry Welsh tirade.  The maid stood there and shook.  Not one smack or blow landed on the maid but everyone in the room watched and listened, most of the ladies smiling or grinning.  Finally the maid was dismissed with a promise "Find me later and you will regret your errors my girl" the maid fled sobbing.  M reached over and resignedly moved the cups round before collecting the original spoon that had been left with the empties.  "Carnet get the f-ing staff" he muttered before getting another tap. The two ladies continued to chat and David nervously looked round, some ladies has two or three men at their feet, one had five.  He noticed that none of the men spoke; the room was full of only the sound of females, confident, certain, happy.  Looking for the target David was relieved not to see her.  His seeking was abruptly ended by "Come on boy time to make you squeal".  They moved away David following a footstep behind.  "Nice couple don't you think?" Stated his leader.

He was sent to collect the play bags from the changing room and on his return he found Mistress A standing by a cross. "Up you go boy, you can stand there for a bit so everyone can see you and your silly little bits" came the mocking command; followed by in a hushed voice "And you will be able to have a good look for her". For half an hour he remained chained to the cross, his guardian sat a few yards from him sipping a J2O from a straw taking in the view.  Mistresses were starting to play and the noise of whips cracking and canes whistling soon filled the air, accompanied by the smack smack smack of paddles and hands on flesh.  David was amazed how few cries and yelps he heard, although there were a few.  One poor unfortunate was begging and begging as he was spanked over the knee.  David could see it just to his left, having now been spanked lots of time David didn't      think it was that bad and thought the bloke was a right wuss!  The spanking continued regardless.  It ended with a ear being yanked to mouth and David just could hear "I warned you twice so shut up, next time it will be the cane"
David didn't know what the boy had done, looking at the thickset lady he reckoned that what ever it was the boy would be bonkers to repeat his offence.

Mistress A eventually turned him round and warmed him up.  She then caned him at a level five, David was amazed and so grateful, when unchained he fell on his knees and unbidden kissed and kissed her feet say "Thank you, thank you" in a deeply grateful way.  
His tormented looked down and smiled one of her smiles.  David needed little time to recover and they were soon on the edges of the arena taking in the sights!.

Looking to his right David saw Mistress Shania and M, M was standing with his arms secured half was up his back, he had a leg spreader bar attached to his ankles and a parachute around his testicles.  On the other end of the parachute was some very heavy weight, his owner kept kicking them making M wince and beg.  She moved behind M and started slapping his bum with a paddle, hard but slowly; forcing M to swing the weights.  He was sweating; it was either his exertions or fear David decided, or maybe both he thought.  Spying Mistress Amphere; M was forced to approach her and curtsy.  This he did in apparent agony, being hit hard more than once in order to get him to comply.  Mistress A looked straight into his eyes, hers gleaming and said "Thank you boy!"  M just made little unintelligible sounds.  Mistress Shania grabbed the chain the weights were attached too, moved the chain up an inch taking the weight off his tackle, M was crying out "No Mistress No Pleaseeeeeeee arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr" as the weights were dropped, m crashed to the floor both ladies laughing.  He was then released and told to go and sort himself out.  He shuffled away in some distress. "Don't worry" David was assured as Mistress Shania saw the concern and fear in his face "He's had much worse, honest". For the next three hours the two ladies chatter it was clear to David they really got on.  M was sent off to help the organisers and David was sent on little errands.  Towards the end of the event Mistress Shania searched out the maid who offended earlier, seconds later dress was up, knickers were down and the maid got spanked hard and fast a flurry of pain, she squealed and wriggled trying to get away.  Mistress Shania suddenly stopped and enquired if Mistress A would like a go, Mistress A grabbed the maid, grinned broadly and set to work, the maids yells got louder, the squirming more desperate and urgent.  With a final quick fifty the maid was tossed onto the floor, told sternly to get decent. With red eyes the maid curtsied and apologised and was allowed to leave.

Just before Eight they left together and were enticed by their new found friends to go for a Chinese in a nearby restaurant, David was surprised how hard it was for him to sit at the same table as the two women.  M he noticed was friendly and cracked the odd joke but was polite and respectful, maybe a little reserved suppressing his natural urge to speak considered David.

They walked together full of contentment and noodles a couple of hours later before having to part to find their cars, David was taken aback by the hugs both Mistress Shania and M gave himself and his ruler.  He was even more surprised to see Mistress A hug them both of them back with genuine sincerity.  Moving to the car they got in; David remembering to open her door and pass the seatbelt.  They had travelled for about a mile or so, Mistress A was humming to herself apparently happy, that's when a car slammed its brakes on; just in front of them, there was no chance of stopping and they rear ended the old wreak.  Cursing Mistress a got out as did David, three men got out of the car.  Insurance scam thought David.  Before he knew what was happening there was a scuffle, one of the men was on the floor clutching his privates, the other two pulled out knives, Mistress A walked backwards shouting to David to stay behind her.  They found themselves in a small alley way, no where to run.  The third man appeared but was clearly not up to fighting. The other two creeping closer, the leader; a large powerful built black man, smart suite, gold tooth shining in the virgin moonlight, the other a scrawny white scumbag, unshaven, greasy. The Blackman seeing David behind the woman said "You can fuck off you little chicken" then leering at Mistress A he licked his lips and uttered "And you; little sister can have a portion of real mans cock".  The other two agreed; although the third looked like he wasn't up to providing any portions of anything.  "Run David" his Mistress" said.  David wanted too but he couldn't leave her, he had a second to decide, he just wouldn't, couldn't leave her to face these animals alone.  Grabbing a dustbin lid he held it up like a shield, as he did so Mistress proudly said "Good boy".  Bracing for the onslaught they stepped back, conceding ground slowly. Finally they ran out of room, the alley ended, it was a dead end, in more ways than one thought David.  The men confident, smiling came on, the third just about recovered enough to join his comrades in crime.  They launched their attack!



 

Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven

They looked at each other in an uneasy silence, neither had expected to see the other and both were unsure what to say.  The figure in front of him was a six foot four dark haired picture of a French maid doll, perfect make up, black fluffy dress with a frilly white apron, seemed stockings and high high heels.  The hair or wig was done up in a bun with a large silver hair pin holding it up.  David came to conclusion, as he was looking after the flat while Mistress was busy upstairs he should demand; no, not demand he reasoned; ask who the person was, so he did.  A reply came back across the room in a weak french accent with touches of harsh Northern Irish mix.  "I'm Mee-mee la Maid, Madams maid.  David was confused did she; he, mean Mistress Amphere he enquired. "Qui" came the reply, I maid for Madam".
David shrugged his shoulders and said "OK yep; come in them, welcome; I'm David".
Mee-mee smiled and minced across the room.  David for the first time in days felt embarrassed about being naked and blushed.  The maid looked at him, smiled again before asking through perfect white teeth, "Are you Madams new Collard Submissive or Slave?"
"Neither" David replied "I'm Mistress Emilia Blackstocks' Slave, at least I think I'm hers".  "Her, merde!" and then "So why have you been sent here, training?"
David nodded "I think so, something like that anyway"
Mee-mee looked pleased and they chatted about Mistress A and jobs to be done.  David found out that Mee-mee had been popping in when possible, but due to work commitments had not been there as much as usual.   She explained she had just gone on a course following promotion, but resolutely refused to discuss what the job was. David avoided the reasons and events that led to him being there.  Both soon got on with their chores mindful of the time ticking by.

Having just scrubbed the kitchen floor David heard the lounge door opening he almost sprinted out to see who had come in, expecting what or who he wasn't sure.  It turned out to be Mistress A who on seeing Mee-mee gave an excited squeal and ran over to give a huge hug.  As soon as possible Mee-mee gave an extravagant curtsy, fingertips daintily  gripping the hem of her dress.  "Greeting Madam, you look enchanting" was murmured in a lilting tone.
Mistress A smiled a broader than her normal smile, blow a kiss and said "Chop chop work to be done we will have a natter later". She glided into her bedroom; soon David could hear mutters and cursing before "David don't stand there like a silly slut, get in here and help me into this". Hurtling in David forgot to curtesy, he found Mistress; half in a one piece rubber suite. In fact she was a bit tied up and David fought hard not to laugh.  Avoiding her eyes in case she set him off he pulled, stretched and cajoled the suite on.  Mistress cursed him; the suite and everyone else she could think of.  Finally it was on, David tied the chunky calf length boots laces and took in the view.  Mistress A looked a million dollars and he told her so.  Looking surprised and please Mistress A  returned to good humours and said "Right let's see if this Lardy Tory Lord can take a beating" before striding off.  David was amused to hear this and had to go and ask Mee-mee if it was a Tory Lord.  He was assured it was and was informed that as Parliament was coming back after the summer hols things would get busier.

Sitting on the floor after the evening meal, which was later than normal due to a Chief Super of the local Constabulary wanting at rather short notice an hours' session as a Pony;  David asked "Do you get a lot of Tories come and see you?".  Mistress A stuck her thumb up to say yes, she couldn't talk at the time as she was battling with a large mouthful of cherry pie with custard that David had served up.  As her mouth became emptier, but not totally she said "Loads of them, can't take a beating though, wimps the lot.  I blame the Public Schools, not enough canings anymore".  After another mouthful with plenty of chomping she continued while waving her spoon around "Mind you that Labour lot are just as bad; they always want to dress up in frilly knickers that are then pulled down and then given a good rogering with George" She mused.
"George" David asked "Who's George"
"Not who; what" came the reply "My 12 inch Dildo". David paled and changed the subject just in case someone suddenly thought of an extremely bad idea.  "I know this is going to sound stupid, but Mee-mee's a bloke, right".  Laughing loudly Mistress A spluttered a bit of pie out her mouth; it shot onto the floor.  "Lick it up boy" came the command and then, "When She's dressed as a maid she's a woman, well TV anyway, OK" David finished licking the floor rejoined her by her feet and said "Got it, thanks Mistress". While picking a hair out of his teeth another thought surfaced "Do you see any Libdems?"
"Oh them, they want everything except a good shafting, probably had enough of that from the  Government" she sniggered.
TheTV droned on and David found himself snuggled up to her leg, her left hand gently caressing his head.  A feeling of contentment, something that he hadn't felt for a long time spread over him.

Over the next few days Mee-mee was in attendance a lot, if David wasn't in the dungeon he would sit on the floor in the Kitchen while Mee-mee took her mid morning break.  They chatted about this and that, David kept calling her love, Mee-mee liked that.  One morning Mee-mee didn't appear until late afternoon.  David had been played with for over two hours in the morning, his ass was striped, sore; and his balls had the odd nick on them; from the shaving Mistress had given his bits and bobs earlier.  Mistress with a cut throat razor is a nerve racking event he told Mee-mee.  Mee-mee looked distracted and close to tears, on seeing this David tentatively put an arm round her, gently squeezed, unsure what was wrong; wanting to help his new found friend. Mee-mee broke down and with some urging finally spoke her native accent coming to the fore.  "I'm only forty seven you know, married twenty years, Emma; my wife has Alzheimer's, got it when she was thirty nine.  She's one year older than me" he explained seeing David's confused expression. Squishing, pressing his fingers together he let the dam explode telling David about the desperate visits to the hospital, sitting outside Doctors Consulting Rooms, the anguish, the loss of the person he loved, slipping, fading, melting away.  Sobbing into his palms Mee-mee said in a crackled voice full of emotion "Finally I couldn't cope with her at home and she had to go into a home.  Doesn't know me now, just a shell, empty, uncaring.  Fuck!". He ended spitting the word out.  "I hadn't seen her for six months, they made me stay away, not good for me apparently" he continued "They were right I went this morning two hundred mile round trip to see a nobody, my wife."  Sobbing "My friend, my best friend, my love" he trailed off heartbroken.  David squeezed tighter then rubbed her back. Small circles of comfort.  Eventually the tears dried up. Mee-mee look at David and asked "How's my mascara?"  Looking at the smudged, red eyed face David said "Shite". They both laughed.  "How did you end up here?" David said in an attempt to move the conversation away from the bleeding raw pain.  "For three years I did everything, washing, ironing, shopping, the lot.  I'd always liked dressing up as Mee-mee, Emma didn't mind, she use to quiet like it.  Anyway when you know happened I found Mistress and paid for a TV cleaning session, cost loads of dosh.  After ten minutes I broke down, Mistress was wonderful, sat me down, forced me to tell her.  Made me take the money back, then she told me I was to serve her for as long as I wanted". A determined look came on his face, "I love serving her, I love her; not in the same way as my wife, we're both so lucky to serve you know".  David nodded in agreement not willing to shatter the fragile illusion Mee-mee had.   David hugged her wanting to give comfort and solace.  Mee-mee suddenly kissed David on the cheek and gave a watery smile "Thanks, got to get on"
Davis was bemused, he'd never been kissed by a bloke! But it was ok for now.  They got on, chores and more chores.

Two days later David was in the dungeon strung up on the hoist "Just for a change" he was told.  His arms stretched fully to the heavens, his feet only just flat on the floor. Leg spreader ensured everything was available!  The warm up had been carried out routinely and the cane now was raised, the first stroke was about to consume him, when the Door Entry Phone buzzed.  "Wait here" came the order.  David rolled his eyes and looked upwards, like I'm going anywhere he thought.  Answering the phone; there followed a long conversation that David could not follow, it ended up with a "Bring the little shit up to the top floor, I'll sort him out". With that she pressed the door release button and then turned to David "Your lucky day, but not his". Moments later two women and a youth entered.  The first woman, presumable the mother mid forties dressed in a smart two piece, the second definitely the daughter David reckoned; jeans and a smart top. The lad; scruffy torn jeans and a smart top.  Both women looked comfortable with the surroundings, like they had seen it all before.  The boy who looked between 17 and 20 looked around in awe, David could see he was scared.  David knew that feeling!.  "Greetings peace be with you" said Mistress A.
"And with you" replied the Mother and Daughter, the daughter gave a quick bob curtesy.  The boy didn't move, just looked like a frightened rabbit in the headlights of the car that's about to squash him.   Both women glanced at David and ignored him.  Definitely seen it all before David thought.  "This little worm has hit his sister again, he just won't behave" stressed the Mother in despair.  Mistress A walked over to the youth her eyes full of menace, he tried to keep eye contact, but his courage failed him, he hung his head and trembled. "Thee" came the sharp whispered command, the boy threw himself down, the sister smirked.  "Do you want me to cane him or castrate him" Mistress A asked them both.  The youth wailed, David sympathised with him.  "Not sure" Mother said slyly winking at Mistress A so that her Daughter did not see, she then looked down at her son "I want him to see what is going to happen first before he gets a real beating or you take his balls".  Mistress A smiled looked at the boy and said "Two, hands and knees, follow."   She walked over to David's right side and tapped the boy into the position she wanted with her toe.  Calling his sister to come to his side.  Looking at them both she said "Look and learn, no talking!".  The lad looked up nervously, his sister was no longer smirking.  Walking over to David very slowly picking up a gag Mistress said "Not your lucky day after all". She gagged him and took up her stick.  "Fifty in fives" came the sentence, followed by that all to familiar whistle in the air then crack.  David screamed a muffled protest, this was more than a 10, much more.  Four more followed, he screamed and danced throwing his linked legs into the air.  The boy gasped, the sister went white.  Adjusting the hoist David's legs were taken from the floor, he hung there like a piece of meet, helpless, defenceless.  Taking her position she landed the next five hard as before but much closer together.  David danced in mid air his wrists tasking the full weight, he bit into the gag, the gag saved his tongue.  Screaming and more muffled pleading leaked from his mouth, he would have done anything to make it stop, this was just brutal.  There was a pause, then it continued on and on, relentless; without mercy, the noises David now produced were hardly distinguishable as human.
Eventually the hoist was adjusted so his toes just touched taking a small portion of his weight.  Then another biting five, David's head began to droop the golden light appearing, he rushed to it desperate to escape into its warm embrace.  The last five didn't happen as far as David was concerned, or if they did he didn't notice them, he was away with fairies.
Lowering David down so his feet were flat on the floor she left him dangling but placed a hand on the side of his neck checking his pulse.  She regarded the two, the sister was shaking, her hands on her brother head that was pushed into her midriff, his arms wrapped round her holding on for dear life.  His was crying, begging, pleading her to protect him, she also started to cry, wiping the tears with her right hand.  Mistress A looked on dispassionately and spoke in a very clear clipped voice "Right you next, your Sister can string you up and I'll teach you, in fact I'll break you, it's what you deserve isn't it?"  The boy howled clutching his Sister closer if that was at all possible. His Sister looked down, her tears were now floods, she half turned to protect brother; her back showing to the Mistress who was standing very still, cold, waiting for her prey.  Looking at her Mother she spoke "No Mother, not this, I didn't want this, you can't, you sharn't!" The last couple of words were directed at Mistress A, they were clear, strong, bold, defiant.  The girl became a woman ready to fight.  Mistress tapped her cane against her leg, tap tap tap silence, tap tap tap silence.  The silence went on and on, deafening, the tension building until Mistress A suddenly smiled and said "OK if your sure". The Sister replied firmly "I am, let's go". Mistress A turned to the Mother and said "Can you take your boy downstairs I want your Daughter to help me get David down, might be messy so take the boy away first, and you" she said squatting down and looking at the boy, "Look at me, serve you Mother and Sister well; with joy, willingness and pride, obey them or they won't protect you, why should they, and if they won't protect you from me; who will?"  The shaking boy bowed his head nodding, reluctant to let go of his protector, his Sister who had just saved him.  The Mother finally came over and gently prised them apart mouthing a 'Thank you" at Mistress A who gave a rye smile, their eyes briefly met.  Gratitude and acknowledgement in the exchange.  As the door closed Mistress A swung her full attention onto David, instructing the Sister to put her hands on David's head to protect it while she lowered him down.  Mistress was well use to doing this on her own, but the pretext helped.  "Do you love your Brother" she asked, getting a nod back so added "So why do you keep letting him get into trouble?" The girl shrugged and then realising that there had to be more said "I do love him, he's just a pain sometimes, gets in trouble with my friends"
"Or more likely they get him in trouble" stated Mistress A. "Start standing up for him, especially against you friends" she added forestalling the words balancing on the girls lips.  "Once your friends work out which way the land lies they will back down and give him a chance.  He will start looking to you to lead, so do so.  Who feeds him, your Mother?"  Another nod.  "Well not anymore, you do it, spank him when he needs a spank, hug him when he needs a hug, own him, love him, clear?"  The girl nodded; firmly.  "Oh and think about this" came the last bit of advice "If you can't Dom your Brother; how will you ever Dom your own boy?, think about that, now off you trot".
The girl looked up her eyes red and said softly "Thank you". Then forgetting to bob she left.  As the door swung closed Mistress could her the girls steps speeding up on the stairs as she raced to reach her kin.

Looking down at the still David she knelt next to him and waited for him to come back.
When finally he did she said "I know you didn't like the journey; but was the destination worth it". David was unable to speak, she smiled down at him and said "That's the caning over for now, on Sunday we go to your first Club to play, the club is called 'Devotions'.