Chapter 15

Chapter Fifteen 10/11/15


The drove back to Mistresses' Ampere's property was in silence, not awkward; just silence, only the gentle wine of the electric car disturbed the deafening nothingness.  David quiet within and withdrawn, Mistress A calm, peaceful, serene.  She was aware of David's disquiet but was not able to mentally deal with it there and then, She was drained and needed to recover Her balance.  In fact not a word was exchanged for the rest of the day, gestures and looks were enough for service to be carried out.  There was no animosity just no requirement for conversation.  Finally Mistress A pulled him into Her bed and they slept, deep, heavy, strange considering the events of the day a dreamless escape.

 
With days flowing seamlessly into each other David found he had become more set in the routine, and if he was honest with himself strangely content.  He had reached an understanding; and yet there was even more than that with Mistress A.  She was; in her own unique way now caring and protective of him.  Neither willing to talk or discuss the end that was ever present for David.  Both living for the day not the year.  She acutely aware that she could not protect him from the one who would sooner or later take him.
It was a perverse kind of almost loving relationship considering the circumstances but welcome by David none the less.  They made trip after trip up to the Midlands to clubs and events called Munches; which it turned out were meetings in pubs for informal get togethers.  A chance to chat and maybe find that special one.  David was amazed to find that people of all persuasions, even male doms were present at everything excluding Femdom Gatherings.  David found that there were so many souls who were seeking, hoping; desperate to be joined, liked, loved; to own or be owned.  Part of which David could comprehend, their need, the sometimes loneliness of his last few years had weighed heavy from time to time; dragging him into occasional depths of despair and melancholy.  With eyes peeled at every gathering David was certain he had not spied his quarry, his death warrant!

And then there came the phone call.

David was busy juggling cooking and hand clothes washing when he was told to leave that and join her in the lounge.  Quickly flicking off the gas David followed and hastened to kneel at her feet in two.  A brief set of instructions and commands followed.  "My book keeper had a baby six months ago, her House Collard Submissive come husband has had an emergency appendix removal, he's home now but laid up and they are moving in ten days."  Leaning towards him she stated "You are going to stay with them and help in anyway this Lady requires, understand?"
David was immediately worried, what was she like, what would he have to do he enquired, only to be assured that he would be able to cope.  Then Mistress A put a Chrome Metal Slave Collar round his neck; locking it with a turn of a key; the key was hung around her neck on the chain that already held the key to his chastity cage.  He was directed to use the cloakroom and to shower, then wait in the hallway. Standing in the hallway ten minutes later David admired his reflection in the gold leaf framed mirror that hung above a French Glass Domed Clock resplendent on a black polished granite shelf.  The Collar was shiny, two inches broad with three blood red ruby stripes spaced on the front of the collar.  Each strip an inch wide.  'Well smart' David thought.

The journey was short compared to their usual trips and within half an hour the Merc swung into a dense seventies ex-council estate, now all private; thanks to a certain woman's generous cheap give away to the masses.  Houses for votes had worked for a time.  The terraced dwellings were shabby shadows of there former years.  Like an old man with a smokers cough was the unusual thought that drifted into David's mind.  Rubbish littered the vandalised play areas and uneven slabbed pavements.  Here and there rusting heaps of once proud owned metal chariots rested sadly bereft of love and movement.  Dotted amongst the tide of sadness were the occasional smarter residence, clearly some home owners determined to stem the rolling waves of complacency.  The rot was in, but it had yet to gained complete victory.

Pulling up outside a three bedroomed terraced house, number 16 nothingness road; they walked down a narrow path; over-grown with weeds and moss, the front lawn was also more weeds than grass.  The fencing old, stale, brittle, at the mercy of the wind as it swayed; straining, testing the rusting nails.  Condensation was evident at all three visible windows, trapped between the single panes and the stained nets.  Mistress A knocked on the cheap UPVC White door, the letter box flap fell off and clattered to the floor.  Looking down at it she shrugged, the door opened and they entered a cramped hall with stairs leading to the upstairs on the left.  The woman who had let them in retreated without a word turning right into a lounge, they followed.  She was clutching a baby wrapped in a pristine shaw who David could see was asleep, curly golden hair peeped out.  Perching on a large green leather arm chair the woman regarded them through brown eyes.  David could see that she was about five foot with rosy round features, short brown hair, was large bosomed and somewhat over weight.  Dressed in a brown high neck jumper and matching skirt, brown tights and fluffy pink slippers. She smiled at Mistress A and glanced at David who had dropped to two but had continued to look at her.  The smile froze on her face, pulling her precious bundle to her as close as she could she snarled "Get that scum out of my house, now, now!"  She finished with a shout.  David was taken back, he was here to help, why was she like this?.  Mistress A quickly bid David to crawl into the hall, this he did with a sinking knotting feeling forming in the pit of his stomach, the door closed behind him.  He knew he shouldn't but he put his ear to the door.

Mistress A was speaking "Penny I know, I know; but he's all I can get to help you at such short notice, and he's free, no charge"
The reply came back swiftly, the voice quivering with anger "He's scum, should be dead" How does she know thought David.  Does everyone know?.
Penny continued "He will kill us all in our beds, my baby, my poor ill boy, how could you even think it?"
The reply was firmer that David could have expected "He's a good boy, he saved my life, honest, you can trust him although appearances would suggest otherwise.  Speak to him before you make your mind up, go on" She urged "Just for a few minutes, if it's a no ok, but I doubt I can find anyone for a couple of days!"
There was a silence that went on and on, David could imagine them staring at each other waiting for the one who spoke next to loose.  Penny broke the standoff and said "Very well bring in the scum ". David moved away from the door just in time, it opened and he crawled in.  Stopping just in front of Penny he went into three, head glued onto the cheap laminate floor. "Two" came the command from Penny, he moved but forced himself to fix his eyes on the floor, he couldn't help but notice the horned bug that was crawling slowly across his line of vision.  He could feel the intense staring; the simmering hatred that was almost blistering his face.  David's shoulders slumped in dejection, he wanted to cry out, to protest, to promise, to convince that he was a good guy.  Gripping his tongue tip with his front teeth he simply waited to be dismissed.

The dismissal did not come, instead the voice instructed him to look at her and answer.  Raising his eyes he glanced at her face, but that look, a look of utter contempt forced him to lower his gaze.  "Strip scum" came the simple instruction.  He did; struggling not to fall over as he took off the track suite bottoms.  Strangely the socks and trainers were easy.
"Look at me" he did, a large globule of spit landed in his face, only the training from Mistress A saved him from wiping it away, it edged its way down his face, covering eye and lips, cold, wet with an unnatural slimy feel to it.  With one eye now forced closed he impassively, submissively stared back with the other.  A hand was swung out and slowly moved towards his face, he had plenty of time to move out of its path, he remained in position, the hand struck his left cheek hard, his head whipped, the stinging blow on skin caused him to cry out.  Leaning forward Penny grabbed his hair and pulled his face to an inch of hers, she moved his head, studying him; he could feel her hot breath on his flesh.  David began to shake with fear, everything he now knew about this type of Dominant Women told him she was about to really hurt him.  "Please" he cried out "Please Mistress, Please".  The hair was released and he was coldly instructed to get over her knee.  He did; trying not to show the reluctance he felt.  There then followed a spanking, maybe Penny thought it was a hard one, David could have told her in his opinion it wasn't, but it still made him wriggle a bit and cry out occasionally.  Eventually it stopped and he was thrust off her lap back onto the floor.  "OK I'll have him" was the dry comment.
"Great, he's all yours, I will pick him up on the day you move, there be help the other end" Mistress A said.
"Thanks sexy" Penny replied in a much happier tone "Your a star"
Smiling Mistress A ruffled David's hair and left.  David had already regained his two position was sad to hear the front door close.  "OK boy make a cupper" came the order.

During the next few days David fetched, carried, cleaned and packed.  By the second day Penny had relaxed and chatted away to him.  In fact she chatted away constantly.  David found this hard at first to deal with being use to long periods of silence.  She asked him question after question; he was honest in his answers and to some extent enjoyed telling his tale.  The thirty year old Penny lapping it up, wanting to know every last detail of his life.  David met her boy laid up in the bedroom, they exchanged greetings but Penny wanted to look after her mate herself and David found himself literally holding the baby a couple of times.  He could see how much they loved each other, her mate so submissive and gentle in his manner to her.  She so loving, dominant, but so caring.  Initially he was reserved with David, but like his Mistress soon warmed to David and they all chatted away happily.                

It was on the sixth night David summoned up the courage to ask how she knew he was scum.  Penny looked lost for words for a second, then sighed and spoke "It's the red stripes, one on its own means 'Criminal".  Two together mean 'Dangerous Criminal' All three mean 'Violent Dangerous Criminal". David's mouth gapped, he had no idea.  "Of course add a yellow strip to them means 'Rapist or Pedafile' get that on your collar and you might as well kill yourself, it's less painful.  As it is your at real risk with that collar marked up as it is.  No doubt Mistress Blackstock wanted to ensure you didn't run away."  Scratching the top of her head she added "Mind though, you have pissed off our glorious leader, the one and only high and mighty!  Known to stick to her word come what may. You dick head" She finished with a rude gesture. The baby started to cry, picking it up she said in a contented tone "Glad to leave this shit hole, the land lords a right pig, finally we get to own our own house, right in the valleys, centre of Mistress Land!"
David had never heard of Mistress Land and was intrigued as to where this mythical land might be.  The valleys in Wales he was informed, away from the tourist and the sea. He wondered if the small village near Merthyr Tydfil where he grew up was near or actually in Mistress Land.  Right in the middle he was assured.  

Later after being hand fed David was kneeling at Penny's feet chatting away, or rather being chatted at when he started to day dream about the night it all went wrong, why it popped up now he couldn't explain; it just did.  Penny eventually realised that she was talking to herself and stopped, initially annoyed so she slapped David hard across the face.  David was instantly apologetic, pleading for forgiveness as he kissed the fluffy slippers.  Penny looked down at him and laughed and said "OK penny for them!" And laughed again.
David went through that fateful night ending with a sullen "Didn't even see the Cup, no emeralds or Diamonds and this Woman nicked it and I get topped for it. Why's the sodding thing so important?
"Don't you know?" Penny enquired in a tone that suggested that she already knew the answer.  "The Sacred Cup is the one wine was drunk from by the first twelve of the first coven at the first meeting over two thousand years ago.  It comes in two parts, the stem and the cup.  The leader of the first cover; Mistress Blackstock guards the cup, the leader of the second coven guards the stem.  Each New Years Eve the two are brought together and the coven leaders from all over the world gather to renew their bond of love, friendship  and commitment."
David couldn't help asking "So what happens if the cup goes walkabout, game over?"
Penny giggled "No you silly boy they just get another cup, mind you; that might be the end for Blackstock, she'd have to resign, loss of face, especially if someone else pops up with it on the night.  If it's gone for good strangely enough that would be annoying but acceptable to the Covens.  A chance for a more modern cup to be designed, there have been calls for it, not everyone likes the existing cup; they say it's more linked to the occult than Femdom Rule. She could say it's so old it fell to bits, enough fools would swallow that".  David wondered to himself how a precious bejewelled cup would fall to pieces but before he had a chance to ask Penny who; felt suddenly sorry for him; reached under her top and pulled out a chain with two keys.  "Fancy a wank boy" David couldn't believe his ears, obviously the keys and chain had been passed on.  He nodded not trusting himself to speak in case he mucked it up.
Penny bound his hands behind his back, grabbed a bowel and tea spoon before unlocking the cage and began pulling on the rapidly expanding member.  It was less than a minute before David exploded into the Bowel, panting wildly.  Penny regarded him sanguinely asked "Don't you think you should get permission to come?.  David looked worried and started to beg her forgiveness when the loaded tea spoon was thrust into his mouth, he swallowed struggling with the sour taste.  Penny giggled and reassured "It's ok boy I'm joking, I don't really care, now open up and eat you animal!
The rest of his cooling mess was forced down with an iron will that demanded obedience.

A little later, caged again David lay his head on her lap while she stroked his hair, feelings of gratitude and thankfulness filled his being, he was contented.  It was strange he mused  he could over power Penny or stop Her hitting him, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.
Ok he knew that if he did Mistress Blackstock would swing for him, it was however more than that he liked Penny, he was starting to enjoy her control over him, this way of life.  It was less BDSM and pain, more a family loving dominance thing he decided.

It was then that the second phone call came that week.  Penny answered it with a "Hello".  She listened and whispered a subdued "Thank you" and let the phone fall onto the laminate before bursting into tears and then sobbed "Our new house has been burgled!  The boiler's been nicked." With this she ran out of the lounge and headed upstairs. David watched her depart with concern and worry.  He sat on the floor alone for over an hour racking his brains, desperate to find a way to help.  Eventually he went upstairs and listened to her sobs, she was curled up in bed with her partner, both clinging to each other in clear distress, the baby asleep in the cot nearby.  David was appalled to see how much upset and hurt they were feeling, he had never thought about the victims before, this was a cold, stark wakeup call.  An idea wormed its way into his mind, grew, shrank, grew again, was firmed up, tested and finally accepted, maybe he could help, he wanted to help.   Moving to the bottom of the bed he quietly said. "Mistress I can help you, but I need to go to Mistress Land".