Chapter 19

Chapter Nineteen

David moved his hands over so that his palms faced the ceiling.  There was a long silence
followed by.  "Two, free look, free talk" from Mistress Amphere in her rich distinctive tone.
Moving stiffly David complied and on reaching the required position looked into Mistress A's eyes.
"Hi Mistress" he said and gave her a smile, his eyes pleading, shining.  "I've been good, honest, I've been helping Penny".
"Mistress Penny to you boy" Interjected Mistress Blackstock.
"Yep; Mistress Penny, sorry" Replied David, that sicky feeling was returning.
Mistress A placed her hands on her hips and shook her head.  "Really, do tell!".
David did, he gave a blow by blow account of everything that had happened, except the beer.  All the time Mistress A just looked impassively at him, finally he dried up, story told.
Glancing at Mistress Blackstock for conformation and getting a brief nod Mistress A raised her eye brows and said.  "OK, let's go, I guess your balls are safe today, follow me, hands and heels".  Bidding Mistress Blackstock a. "See you soon". She sauntered towards the door, David scrabbled to keep up.  As the door was opened David heard Mistress Blackstock call.  "Oh didn't you forget to mention the drinking?"  David closed his eyes. 'Bollocks' he thought.  Mistress A said in a very quiet voice.  "I'm going to make you scream and scream as I cane your balls until your sick, you little shit!".

The drive back to Mistress Amphares residence was unremarkable except that David was naked in the boot.  On reflection David thought this wasn't that unremarkable either.
He was dragged straight up to the Dungeon, thrown to the floor, then silence.  David's heart pumped away, beating faster than a woodpeckers peck.
"How many beers boy?"
"Six Mistress" David stammered in reply.
"Nice were they"
"Yes Mistress" David said, determined not to lie again.  After all he thought what's the point.
David waited for it to begin, the lull before the storm, his mouth dry, fear ruling his mind.
Then............"OK boy go and do supper".
David's head snapped up to look at her, disbelief flashing like a beacon radiating from his face.  She laughed and said.  "It's ok boy, Penny has sung your praises, as for that matter has a certain Warrior, so a few beers was naughty but ok in my book.  Of course Mistress B was never going to see it that way". Smiling at David she added.  "So your a slut I hear, mmmmmmmm I love a boy who enjoys a good shafting, it's so horny". She blew a kiss at him and gestured for him to get on.
That night David ended up sleeping in Mistress A's arms.  Just before he dropped of he realised he was happy, really happy.    

The day's returned to what David now called 'normal', training, cooking, cleaning and outings.  Munches and clubs became his second home.  Mistress A and David became closer, not lovers, but still; they now loved each other in that way that family members cannot help but do.  The bond strong, trust flowed both ways.  Mee Mee was present as much as she could, her work clearly busy as she was a less frequent visitor.  David always welcomed her comings.  This friendship also blossomed.

Of course the visitors to the Dungeon kept on coming, the naughty school boy Wigglesworth returned and was thrashed, the Pony Policeman was a frequent attendant, wanting pats and caresses to which he neighed and whinnied while stamping his foot.
There were the sad old men who came to life when transformed into Clarrisa or Janet.
David was beginning to think that he had seen it all when one afternoons events changed
his perception.  A middle aged man, smartly dressed, pinstriped suite, black umbrella, brogues, with a piggy face, quivering jowls, snouty nose, beady black eyes and a bold head arrived.  Soon he was naked, white puffy flesh and a hairy groin on show, hands cuffed behind his back.  David was in the cage watching furtively.   Mistress A was in thigh length boots, apart from that she was also naked.  Pinstripe as David had named him in his head; was licking the toes of the boots while being struck by a meaty cane.  All the time Mistress A kept calling Pinstripe a shithead.  For the next hour Pinstripe was beaten and chased around the room, slapped, kicked and belly punched.  Mistress A then slipped on a pair of surgical rubber gloves, starred at her victim with a cruel unkind look of disgust and withering contempt.
Pinstripe was ordered to roll over onto his back, after a struggle he managed to, Mistress A squatted over the mans upturned face, as she did so she grabbed his balls in one hand and squeezed tightly, with the other she started to masterbate him.  Pinstripes cock swelled and grew.  He moaned in ecstasy. Then David could not believe what he saw with his own eyes.  The command came "Open slave".  The man opened his mouth; just in time as a brown squidgy offering was slowly vacated from Mistress A's hole. It hung for what seemed to be for ever before plopping straight into Pinstripes wide open mouth.  About a third stuck out held in position by his thin mean lips, steam was rising as the solid started to cool.  "Eat boy" was the next command.  The man did, with effort, the sounds of choking and gagging were clearly audible.  The hand kept pumping his cock, occasionally stopping then after a few seconds recommencing.
Finally the vile stinking substance was consumed.  Mistress A stood up then squatted again before pissing a stream of urine into the willing, greedy open mouth.  The noise was like filling a cup from a kettle when a kettle is held high above the cup.  She kept halting her flow then urgently commanded each time. "Swallow it scum". The man did as bid and then the torrent resumed.  David was mesmerised.  With a yelp of pain mixed with relief the man orgasmed; a mighty spurt of the White stuff was directed onto the Dominatrix's boot.  Three more smaller spurts followed; each one directed the same way.  Letting go of his squeezed balls Mistress A gave them a harsh slap.  The man cried out.  Mistress A stood up, sneered at her subservient human toilet and spat into the still open mouth.  Finally the man was allowed or forced to roll over and struggle to his knees before licking his fluid from her boots.  When she was satisfied she manoeuvred him into a kneeling with head down touching the floor, knees wide apart.  With a loud shout of aggression she kicked from the rear hard into his damaged balls.  He curled up in agony, it was over.  

After the man had showered and left Mistress A let David out of the cage.  He washed her in the shower, she seemed to be remote, distant for a time, in her own world.  David noticed she kept smiling.  Leaving David to clean up she headed downstairs for a snooze.  David fetched the mop and bucket and got to work. He couldn't help but notice the two thousand pounds resting on the Throne. 'So that how much it costs to get shit on" he thought.

The following Sunday they were off again to Devotions, David was keen to go, Mistress Shania and m were to meet them there.  They had met a few times at Munches and David adored them both.  The event commenced with its traditional Ladies Tea Party, the place was packed.  The men were outnumbered by the Women.  David ended up helping; serving Teas and Cakes, he had a great time, curtseying and smiling at every opportunity.  The three red stripes collar was left at home and he sported his Club Collar a broad leather one with four D rings, three at the front, the other to the rear.  Ladies seemed to enjoy David's service, he found himself bursting with pride at the kind words and comments.
After the Tea; groups wondered down in dribs and drabs to the main arena.  There a slave talent competition was underway.  Mostly the slave ended up looking stupid, but one fit boy was pole dancing, gyrating and shacking his ass.  He'd been oiled up; even David had to admit he looked 'The Biz'.  As the pole dancer ended his routine, for clearly it was a routine Mistress Shania clicked her tongue before exclaiming. "It's that fat bitch, it's her new boy, can't stand the stuck up cow, arse the size of hippo.  She once said the Welsh sing like a bunch of prossies on a heat".  Looking at m she instructed. "Well don't just stand there you dick; go and win it".  Followed by as m looked enquiringly at her.  "Yes, just this once, get on with it, now!".
m shuffled forward and a few minutes later was introduced.  There was a lot of chatter, most of the Lades had made their way to the main area.  Then m started to sing.  The rich operatic baritone voice filled the room.  Everyone fell silent; compelled to listen. M sang 'Silent Worship' from the opera Potolimi.  It was beautiful and so apt for the occasion.  As m finished there was a silence, then applause that went on and on, m smiled an embarrassed smile, Mistress Shania beamed, David clapped and clapped.  Mistress A hugged David, then Mistress Shania and finally a glowing m.  Only 'The Fat Bitch' looked unhappy; but no one noticed or cared.

The rest of the event was pretty normal, if a Femdom event can ever be classed as normal.  David was briefly played with, nothing heavy.  Mistress Shania and m just snogged in the corner, in the end a frustrated 'Dungeon Master' the name David leant that was given to a person male or female who polices a BDSM event to check on safety, half jokingly told them. "To get a room!".  Mistress Shania asked the woman if she wanted to join in.  The woman giggled, smiled and said. "Another time maybe".  And left them too it.
David kept his eye out for his quarry but as usual did not see her.

Later they all walked along the road to the car park, which they now always used, they passed the large hotel which was a handful of buildings down from Devotions.  A sign was outside '80's night, £10.00 pp, free buffet" Mistress Shania uttered a gasp of excitement and insisted they went in. She implored Mistress A to stay the night at their home. David of course didn't get a say in it.  In they went into a glittering dance floor where lights flashed and Ultravox pounded. Suddenly David found a bottle of lager thrust into his hand, he glanced nervously at his present keeper, she smiled that warm ok smile and told him this was a free night, he could drink, dance and relax.  They all drank and danced, partook of the average Buffett and made merry.  As the evening lengthened David ended up dancing on his own, he was merry, not drunk; but on the way.  He sang along to the tunes, he loved eighties bands.  Ultravox Vienna was possessing his soul when he saw her, the woman, the thief, blonde, beautiful, in a one piece PVC shiny jumpsuit, so tight fitting nothing was left to the imagination, a flogger was hanging down from a studded belt.  Her hands were above her head, she was dancing on her own, lost in the music, in her own little world.  David stopped dancing and just starred.  No one noticed, it was too dark, to loud for anyone to care, abruptly she left.  It occurred to David that he better tell his Mistress.  He turned to look for her.  He scanned the room for maybe a minute but couldn't see her, the record changed, thats when the bomb went off.