Chapter seventeen
David groaned, it couldn't get any worse could it he thought. Training took over and he moved into three. That all familiar click click click of heels sounded as Mistress Blackstock walked towards him; then around him, inspecting, checking. "You've wet yourself!" followed by "That's alcohol I can smell, been drinking boy?" David closed his eyes resigning himself to his fate. He moved swiftly into two when the command duly came; as did the slaps on his face, left, right, left his nose started to bleed, trickling down to his chin and then dripping onto his chest. The blood saved him from further strikes as Mistress Blackstock deigned not to get a Crimson stain on her hands.
Briefly the two ladies chatted, introductions made, rankings established. The warrior just starred at David with a look of complete indifference on her features. Switching her attentions back to David Mistress Blackstock commanded him to go and strip in the bathroom and sort himself out. Moving first to three then two he then crawled out before scurrying to the bathroom. Luckily for David the Electric Shower still worked, the cold water feed to it not cut off when the boiler was nicked. He showered quickly and rinsed his tracksuit bottoms. The flow of blood had ceased and he was just wondering what to do about a drying himself when the warrior appeared and frog marched him back down the stairs laughing at his wet hang dog expression. Wet and shivering he stood naked before all three, frightened and vulnerable. "Don't we know how to curtsey" demanded Mistress Bevan. David realised with a start that he should have curtsied, this he now did before bowing his head and looking at the floor. Mistress Bevan walked up and grabbed the chastity device, twisting the contents as she inspected him. "Um at least that's on" was her only remark. Mistress Blackstock picked up David's list from a window cill and examined it. She glanced a couple of times at David as she read it before asking. "Who told you to do this boy?" David mumbled an incoherent reply. Throwing up her hands in frustration Mistress Blackstock said "Free talk, free look, now who told you to do all of this?"
David explained through chattering teeth that after he had fitted the alarm he wanted to do as much as he could to help Penny and her family, so he had sorted out jobs he thought should done and had got on with them. Mistress Blackstock pursed her lips before saying in a sarcastic tone "Really, how very eager you are". Followed by. "As for the drinking how was that meant to help". David tried to think of an answer but none came forth so he just stood there looking lost and helpless. "Right drinking; that's at least 50" Stated Mistress Blackstock who was immediately interrupted by first Mistress Bevan and then the warrior so the count rose rapidly from 50 to 75 and finally 100. David was aghast. "You'll kill me!" He exclaimed.
"Oh no" Mistress Blackstock promised. "But you may wish for death I promise, can we take him somewhere and do him" She asked Mistress Bevan. Who smiled and offered her covens lodge.
Minutes later David found himself yet again locked in a car boot, naked, cold and frightened. The car moved for a few minutes and then parked up. He was pulled out and lead into a large brick single story building with a sign proclaiming 'The Women's Institute'. The large glass double entrance doors were unlocked and then locked behind them. They passed quickly from the Main Hall full of tables displaying knitted clothes and other art and craft paraphernalia; then onwards to a rear room that also had to be unlocked. David halted in terror when he saw what lay within. It was another fully equipped Dungeon complete with a barbed spike pole similar to the ones he had seen before, a spanking bench, chains hung from the ceiling and there was a triangled shaped contraption with stirrups. "Let's put him on that first while we get ready" eagerly suggested the warrior nodding to the contraption, her shiny black eyes gleaming. David was instructed to mount 'The Horse, which he did with difficulty. On sitting down on the top of the ridge which was similar in the shape of a roof ridge line but narrower he appreciated the possibilities for pain that could be experienced. Ruffly his hands were cuffed behind his back and the stirrups taken away. The full effect of its rich agony immediately made its presence known and David cried out. Weights were added to his ankles; curtesy of the happily humming warrior who now stood next to him hand on his breast savouring his torment. For ten minutes the three woman stood very close to him, occasionally touching, feeling him, soaking up the suffering, the power, the control. David begged and begged, tears flowed, every promise he could think of he made. There was no relief, the room started to spin.
Pulling him off; the warrior was careful to make sure he did not bang his head as she lay him down on the wooden parquet floor before removing the weights. He was given a few minutes to recover before all three manhandled him onto the ruby leather covered spanking bench. The knees and legs were spread; then many straps were used to make sure he was immobile. His still cuffed hands were attached to a rope and pulled upwards his hands were now clear of the rest of his body. Flexing a cane Mistress Blackstock laughed and said "one hundred boy, in tens so we can all have ago, you may scream". With that she took position behind him, raised the cane as high as she could and the struck his bottom. David screamed, this was nothing like what he had experienced from Mistress A. The next nine were equally as traumatic, he could do nothing but scream. His brain was in tatters his muscles fought frantically to escape the onslaught of agony, there was no escape, no relief. The next ten followed from Mistress Bevan who tried to outdo the first ten. David struggled to breath his chest feeling tight, he made pitiful noises, incoherent bellows and pleas. The warrior came next concentrating her deliveries to the back of the thighs, David suddenly saw the bright warm light of subspace and raced towards it. A sharp blow to his testicles from the warrior stopped him reaching his goal. The beating recommenced, David was not permitted to escape in either physical or mental realms. He started to sobbed like a wounded animal. The blows ceased, Mistress Blackstock had not started the fourth set, she waited, experience told her David could not take anymore and be able to travel tomorrow. She was now in a quandary.
The sobs finally curtailed, they had waited for over ten minutes for them to cease. Mistress Blackstock looked at the other two woman, shrugged and said "I'm sorry I need him still, he's reached the end so to say". The Warrior tutted but Mistress Bevan agreed with a reply of "Your right, shame but there it is". Then she had a thought. "Why don't you let my girl here rape him?. Nothing heavy, just enough to wipe the slate clean, what do you think?"
Emilia smiled a wicked smile and nodded her assent, the warrior whooped in delight and stripped off before fixing a strap-on harness on followed by a monster artificial penis.
"Steady now" exclaimed Mistress B, "That's too big; it will destroy his arse, let's start with say a basic training one, small in girth but a good six inches long, and let's use some 'Liquid Silk', OK?"
The warrior shrugged, glanced up to the heavens, then changed the weapon over.
"Have you ever been fucked before?" the warrior whispered into David's right ear.
A broken David croaked back "No; never, please, please don't, no more, please, I'm begging you, no more, please". He started to weakly sob again. The warrior paused, tilting her head, jet black straight locks hung down past her neck. Looking at Mistress B she could see that the great lady was beginning to have second thoughts about this also. The warrior decided that she had better not destroy him it might not go down well, she was however experienced enough to take a different path.
"Easy boy" whispered the warrior. "Tell you what work with me and it'll be ok, just relax let me do a finger first and we'll go from there. Snapping on a medical glove onto her right hand she lubed up her first finger and gently pushed it into the tight hole. David gasped; it was cold, uncomfortable but not painful. "Good boy" she encouraged again "Take it for me, relax; your tightening your muscles, just relax, good boy, work with me". The finger was moved slowly in and out, then more lube and two fingers were inserted, widening the hole, stretching and taking. "OK boy?" Asked his abuser.
Strangely David was, it was ok, not painful, not pleasant, just better than being beaten, however his arms were aching and he relayed this. The warrior to David surprise instantly stopped and uncuffed him. Gently she eased his arms down rubbing the pain away before telling him to just let them hang down. David was amazed at this kindness. The fingering resumed soon to be replaced by the tip of her member, just touching not probing. "Relax baby just relax" she urged softly before slowly taking him in the first gentle thrust. David sobbed, but it was a different sob from the ones before. While still in him she climbed onto him, bare breasts on his back, mouth near his cheek. Hands gripping his shoulders. "Here we go" was murmured in his ear then she move out and back in again and again, owning him. She licked his cheek and pulled his hair; gently with feeling. David was overwhelmed, this was amazing, he.......he wanted more, turning his head their mouths met. Her tongue probed his mouth, now he was being taken in two holes at the same time. The spanking bench began to otched forwards with the rhythm of the thrusts. The other two ladies both quietly voiced their approval. As their mouths separated, the warrior began to pant, her movements more forceful, more urgent, then she suddenly arched her back and howled as she reach a shattering orgasm. She stayed locked in that full penetration position for over thirty seconds before softly relaxing. They lay there, her still in him, time flowed but had no meaning, David a whirl of emotions, confused, tired, so tired and yet at peace, not in subspace; this was a different kind of peace. Eventually she pulled out of him, as she did he gave a little gasp, almost in disappointment. The warrior placed the complete harness in a bin marked 'To be sterilised' dressed and gave him a kiss. With a "Mmmmmm your a hot one" she squeezed his bum before departing with Mistress Bevan. Both looking very happy and contented.
It was over half an hour before David could even talk, as he started to take in his surroundings he found only Mistress Blackstock remained. Pulling him by his hair so his eyes met her grinning face she said "Sorry now boy!" Before letting go and letting his head bounce on the bench, she laughed. The restraints came off "Up" came the harsh command followed by "Or do you want some more?" Making David move, he cried out as he moved the welts and bruises rich and thick. Finally he stood trying not to look at her, his owner!. She regarded him reading his thoughts. "If you think that was bad wait till I kill you, that will really hurt" She promised. "Guess your almost sorry now you broke into my home, true?"
David looked into her eyes, he spoke openly and honestly.
"Yes I'm sorry, not because your going to kill me, but what it does to people like Penny, she's a nice Mistress, a proper Mistress loving and kind. I now understand how horrible it is to be have your home done over, I've seen what it's done to Penny and that's....... just not fair. Neither" he spat 'Is what I did to you, or what you've done to me". Pausing for breath; his chest heaving he continued. "I'm sorry I broke in to your home, I'm sorry for many things, but you are just unforgiving even when I try and change and help!"
With that his strength failed and he slid to the floor sobbing.
Mistress Blackstock surveyed him surprised. "So you think it's wrong to break into someone else's house and steel; do you?" David could only just manage a nod then "Yes" in a tiny whisper; followed by "I'm sorry I did that to you or anyone".Kneeling down so that she was close to him she asked. "What do you want boy?" David didn't hesitate "To be forgiven, to kiss you feet in submission, to be like Charles or Penny's boy, to be as happy as m is. To be owned and loved"
Emilia was dumbfounded she would have never guessed he would come out with this.
"I need to think about this" she finally said, then continued. "I'll take you back to Penny's new home now, in the morning you will drive back to the city, drop your van off and come and see me". Stroking his hair she added "So I will see you again very soon and we will talk some more about your future. Mind you that could be very short when Mistress A gets her hands on you!".
"Oh" replied David "Do you think she will be pissed off with me?"
Looking deeply into his eyes Emilia smiled but for the first time not in a mean way and said "Oh yes you can count on it!"
In the morning; about eight; a bruised and I tender David managed, with care, to load up his van and then gingerly sit on the drivers seat. With one last look at the house now resplendent with an alarm bell box mounted high up under the eves he was off. He hadn't gone very far when he realised he was only a couple of miles from his old village. It would take him out of his way slightly, but he felt the urge to satisfy his need to relive old memories. He headed towards the village. Pulling up outside his old house on the opposite side of the road he switched off the engine and studied his former abode. It was a eighteenth century semi-detached thatched house, it looked empty and lost. The garden unkept, someone clearly kept the worse of the foliage at bay; but it was apparent there was no love to be found here. Looking at the other twin, Wendy's house it was just how he remembered it, smart, clean, ordered. He then saw an oldish woman appear from round the side of the house, it was Wendy, he slumped down, desperate not to be seen, he was ashamed. Wendy looked very much the way he recalled, perhaps a little greyer in the hair, maybe a slight rounding if the shoulders.
So many memories flooded back, overwhelming him, with a sob he started the engine and drove away, better to forget he told himself.
As David drove away a car pulled up alongside Wendy's house. It was Mistress Bevan. The lady saw David drive off but assumed he had got lost and had stopped to get his bearings. She got out and headed for Wendy's house, they often had early morning drinks, a quick coffee and gossip were on the cards. They had become firm friends shortly after Mistress Bevan had moved into the area, both having a passion for lace work. What would Wendy say about her sister coming down here after all these years. Who would have thought she mused.
Tuesday, 10 November 2015
Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Sitting crossed legged on the floor of the laughable sized main bedroom David spoke earnestly to both to the tear streaked Penny and her mate. They continued to cuddled up together providing mutual comfort and support. The baby carried on sleeping soundly in a second hand pink cot.
"If you let me take my van down to your new place I can fit you a burglar alarm, it's free, honest" David promised.
Penny was tempted but was dubious, glancing at her mate for any words of wisdom, none came forth. Rubbing her red eyes she aired her worries. "Mistress B will never let you go". David slipped into Salesman mode, just mentioning alarms had set him off, old habits and skills resurfaced. "OK don't tell her, it's only for a couple of nights, I can be back before Mistress Amphere comes to collect me. No one needs to know, please let me do this for you, for you all". He pleaded.
Penny thought long and hard; only the noise of the baby breathing disturbed the silence. Her mate spoke in a horse whisper "It can't hurt, no one need to know, we need this for our Daughter". Wrinkling up her nose Penny demand what she should say if David did a runner. David had been anticipating this countered with the fact that he knew wherever he went Mistress Blackstock would find him and his death would be even more horrific, plus he'd loose his two weeks parole. Penny could see the logic in this and agreed he could go, she did however refuse to take his collar off. "Will keep you honest" was her firm assurance. It was decided that David could borrow a roll neck jumper for the drive down to hide the collar from prying eyes. "Once you in our home you will be safe, no one will bother you, they will just think your a workman". Stated Penny. It was agreed, David would leave in the morning and return the day before they were due to move.
Following a sleepless night; where lists kept forming in his mind David left the house at eight. Ten pounds was secreted in his pocket; given to him so he could ride the tube to collect his van. A set of keys nestled in another pocket, the new house had been handed over to Penny two weeks before, only the appendix had delayed the move.
David found it strange walking in the warming sunlight on his own, he was now use to being accompanied wherever he went. No Mistress to instruct or lead; it was in someways almost scary to him now. Cars and vans rushed by; their lives all urgency and more important than anyone else's. The tube station was still busy, surrounded by so many people, normal people, all frantic to complete their daily travels, it unnerved David. The clamouring noise and changes in air pressure made him feel giddy and unsure. Taking a deep breath David stepped onto the train, doors closed with a hiss and the rattling journey commenced.
It took David two hours to reach his flat, using the hidden spare key he entered; then managed to ignored the stench from the bin for all of two minutes before he threw the bin bag out. Looking round at the two bedroom pit; he found its sad tired decor with Rose feature wall; soulless and false. Since his mother had died David hadn't lifted the smallest paint brush. Old memories flooded back, the men, the drinks, the drugs. Not a happy time, just an existence time, a marking time time. Pulling himself together he picked up his spare credit card, the one he didn't use day to day and the garage key; walked out; down the harsh concrete stairs to the row of garages lined up below. His white Vauxhall diesel van started first time, he drove it out and left it ticking over while he checked the tyres before sorting out equipment and kit to take. He used the garage as an overflow from the portacabin in the yard. Everything he wanted was present and it was only some ten or fifteen minutes later after returning both keys to their homes he was on his way the satnav giving instructions.
The journey down was unremarkable apart from when David stopped at a service station near Bristol first for fuel and supplies, finally he went to the toilet to have a pee and freshen up. As he washed his face the top of the jumper moved just enough to reveal part of his collar. A thin middle-aged man with a pointed chin glared at him through round metal specs, David suddenly frightened ran. There was no chase or shouts of 'Stop that Man, but David was scared, the eyes of the man and his facial expression told David he had seen the collar and its markings and knew what they meant. Once back on the road David relaxed, the radio blared and he sang along.
In the service station the man was using a pay phone, urgently he spoke for less than two minutes before hanging up and hurrying to find his two young teenage children who were wondering around the foyer looking for him. The Daughter firmly holding her Brothers hand was clearly pulling him along, taking charge. Both smiled with relief as they caught sight of their Father. "I wish Mum was here" exclaimed the girl. "So many Vanillas, to many scummy males, no respect, no manners!"
Smiling back that reassuring smile that parents have long since developed the Father muttered "So do I, not safe anywhere, never a warrior when you need one!" The children looked worried, seeing this the Father did what any Father does at these sort of times offered ice-cream.
Mistress Blackstock was just enjoying an earlyish luncheon at her desk when the phone rang. There followed a series of yeses then an indignant really before the call ended. Tapping her fingers on the desk in annoyance she sat for a good five minutes rigidly, deep in thought. Finally she picked up the phone and dialled a familiar number, on it being answered she asked curtly "Where's David?"
Arriving at the newly built smart three bedroom home David opened the front door and had a gander. The rooms were surprisingly well portioned for a new build, David grinned with delight when he saw the alarm cables hanging out of the corner of the rooms, the house had been prewired for an alarm system, this made the job as simple as it could get. Three hours later the alarm was in, up and working. David pulled his small microwave out of the van, it went everywhere in the van, the travel kettle and couple of microwaveable containers with utensils nestled in the microwave. A tinned tasty meal was pinged, cracking open a now warm lager David guzzled the Amber Nector revelling in the taste and naughtiness of forbidden fruits. The van yielded up his camping air bed and sleeping bag, both almost unused since his one and only camping trip to Brighton. Once the bed was inflated he settled down and listened to his old transistor radio which always traveled in the van. Sounds of the eighties and nineties played, so drunk and free he danced alone briefly living a normal life.
The lack of curtains woke him early, after sorting himself out with a coffee and cornflakes he washed and wondered what to do next. He decided to check the house out, did everything work, could he add anything, he was determined to do what he could for Penny's family. He found the landing lights did not work, the back door lock sticking and there was a whole heap of other minor problems, he listed the faults and got to work. As he completed each task he put a line through the job on the list. Lunch was a coke and crisp affair, followed by lots of chocolate. He'd just finished lunch and bagged up his rubbish when he heard the unmistakable sound of a refuse lorry. Taking full advantage of the chance he ditched the rubbish bags on top of a pile outside on the next properties drive, tins of guilt now hidden; the black plastic bag concealing his crimes. He worked for a couple more hours and was just clearing up when the Front Door opened and a woman walked in, early sixties, tall, very slim and refined. Flowery dress, neat grey hair and large seventies glasses.
David froze and looked at her, she starred backed, did a double take and called out "Get in here; quick". Two large late teen boys charged in, looked confused and both looked towards the woman who cried out "Don't just stand there you half wits, protect me from that thug!" David had just enough time to realise he was the thug before he was rugby tackled as both youths threw themselves upon him. Hitting the floor with a thud his head smacked on the carpetless surface and he saw stars.
Finally regaining his full senses he found himself lying face down; handcuffs securing his hands behind his back. Turning his head and groaning with the pain he saw the woman and a female warrior standing to his left. Both regarding him with scorn and disgust. Seeing that he had recovered the warrior walked over and tapped his face with a bare foot. Not hard, more of a warning, a statement of intent. Pulling out a dagger she squatted, pulled his head upwards by the hair and positioned the blade under his throat. Looking at the woman she asked one simple question. "Shall I slit its throat?" David pissed himself in fear, shaking in terror he managed to mangle a few words out. "No, please, I'm here, meant to be here, doing a job, ugh gaaar"
The hair got pulled harder, the head moved higher; straining the neck muscles.
The older woman pursed her lips, considered her options before finally saying "No, not yet let's see what this animal has to say". David was ruffly pulled up and commanded, shoved, into two. This exposed his accident, he felt shame and humiliation, his checks glowed red.
Under careful questioning David revealed all. Finally the older woman, Mistress Bevan; who it turned out was the local coven leader exclaimed. "So let's get this right, your under a sentence of death to Mistress Blackstock, who has suspended your sentence and loaned you out to a Mistress Amphere who in turn has lent you out to a Mistress Penny, who has bought this house and sent you here on your own to fit an alarm, is that right?. David agreed as polity as he could, which is hard to when a blade is still being held to your throat. "You couldn't make it up" mused Mistress Bevan. "OK let him go". It was with some evident regret the warrior uncuffed David. "This Penny must be a bit thick to trust you boy" said the warrior. David knew he shouldn't but couldn't help himself and snapped back. "Mistress Penny's great, in fact they all are, he couldn't help his appendix going tits up and the baby's sound, their good people just trying to get a better life"
There was a shocked silence, the warrior stunned by the outburst, Mistress Bevan amused and impressed. The face darkened the Warriors lips curled up in a snarl, she grabbed David's hair again; but was halted by a simple "No" from Mistress Bevan who regarded him, folded her arms and said "Well your full of surprises, defending a Mistresses honour ay, who would of thought. So what else have you been doing here?"
"Yes" came another awfully familiar voice "What have you been up to David?" Asked Mistress Blackstock stepping into the room. David's mouth dropped in amazement.
Sitting crossed legged on the floor of the laughable sized main bedroom David spoke earnestly to both to the tear streaked Penny and her mate. They continued to cuddled up together providing mutual comfort and support. The baby carried on sleeping soundly in a second hand pink cot.
"If you let me take my van down to your new place I can fit you a burglar alarm, it's free, honest" David promised.
Penny was tempted but was dubious, glancing at her mate for any words of wisdom, none came forth. Rubbing her red eyes she aired her worries. "Mistress B will never let you go". David slipped into Salesman mode, just mentioning alarms had set him off, old habits and skills resurfaced. "OK don't tell her, it's only for a couple of nights, I can be back before Mistress Amphere comes to collect me. No one needs to know, please let me do this for you, for you all". He pleaded.
Penny thought long and hard; only the noise of the baby breathing disturbed the silence. Her mate spoke in a horse whisper "It can't hurt, no one need to know, we need this for our Daughter". Wrinkling up her nose Penny demand what she should say if David did a runner. David had been anticipating this countered with the fact that he knew wherever he went Mistress Blackstock would find him and his death would be even more horrific, plus he'd loose his two weeks parole. Penny could see the logic in this and agreed he could go, she did however refuse to take his collar off. "Will keep you honest" was her firm assurance. It was decided that David could borrow a roll neck jumper for the drive down to hide the collar from prying eyes. "Once you in our home you will be safe, no one will bother you, they will just think your a workman". Stated Penny. It was agreed, David would leave in the morning and return the day before they were due to move.
Following a sleepless night; where lists kept forming in his mind David left the house at eight. Ten pounds was secreted in his pocket; given to him so he could ride the tube to collect his van. A set of keys nestled in another pocket, the new house had been handed over to Penny two weeks before, only the appendix had delayed the move.
David found it strange walking in the warming sunlight on his own, he was now use to being accompanied wherever he went. No Mistress to instruct or lead; it was in someways almost scary to him now. Cars and vans rushed by; their lives all urgency and more important than anyone else's. The tube station was still busy, surrounded by so many people, normal people, all frantic to complete their daily travels, it unnerved David. The clamouring noise and changes in air pressure made him feel giddy and unsure. Taking a deep breath David stepped onto the train, doors closed with a hiss and the rattling journey commenced.
It took David two hours to reach his flat, using the hidden spare key he entered; then managed to ignored the stench from the bin for all of two minutes before he threw the bin bag out. Looking round at the two bedroom pit; he found its sad tired decor with Rose feature wall; soulless and false. Since his mother had died David hadn't lifted the smallest paint brush. Old memories flooded back, the men, the drinks, the drugs. Not a happy time, just an existence time, a marking time time. Pulling himself together he picked up his spare credit card, the one he didn't use day to day and the garage key; walked out; down the harsh concrete stairs to the row of garages lined up below. His white Vauxhall diesel van started first time, he drove it out and left it ticking over while he checked the tyres before sorting out equipment and kit to take. He used the garage as an overflow from the portacabin in the yard. Everything he wanted was present and it was only some ten or fifteen minutes later after returning both keys to their homes he was on his way the satnav giving instructions.
The journey down was unremarkable apart from when David stopped at a service station near Bristol first for fuel and supplies, finally he went to the toilet to have a pee and freshen up. As he washed his face the top of the jumper moved just enough to reveal part of his collar. A thin middle-aged man with a pointed chin glared at him through round metal specs, David suddenly frightened ran. There was no chase or shouts of 'Stop that Man, but David was scared, the eyes of the man and his facial expression told David he had seen the collar and its markings and knew what they meant. Once back on the road David relaxed, the radio blared and he sang along.
In the service station the man was using a pay phone, urgently he spoke for less than two minutes before hanging up and hurrying to find his two young teenage children who were wondering around the foyer looking for him. The Daughter firmly holding her Brothers hand was clearly pulling him along, taking charge. Both smiled with relief as they caught sight of their Father. "I wish Mum was here" exclaimed the girl. "So many Vanillas, to many scummy males, no respect, no manners!"
Smiling back that reassuring smile that parents have long since developed the Father muttered "So do I, not safe anywhere, never a warrior when you need one!" The children looked worried, seeing this the Father did what any Father does at these sort of times offered ice-cream.
Mistress Blackstock was just enjoying an earlyish luncheon at her desk when the phone rang. There followed a series of yeses then an indignant really before the call ended. Tapping her fingers on the desk in annoyance she sat for a good five minutes rigidly, deep in thought. Finally she picked up the phone and dialled a familiar number, on it being answered she asked curtly "Where's David?"
Arriving at the newly built smart three bedroom home David opened the front door and had a gander. The rooms were surprisingly well portioned for a new build, David grinned with delight when he saw the alarm cables hanging out of the corner of the rooms, the house had been prewired for an alarm system, this made the job as simple as it could get. Three hours later the alarm was in, up and working. David pulled his small microwave out of the van, it went everywhere in the van, the travel kettle and couple of microwaveable containers with utensils nestled in the microwave. A tinned tasty meal was pinged, cracking open a now warm lager David guzzled the Amber Nector revelling in the taste and naughtiness of forbidden fruits. The van yielded up his camping air bed and sleeping bag, both almost unused since his one and only camping trip to Brighton. Once the bed was inflated he settled down and listened to his old transistor radio which always traveled in the van. Sounds of the eighties and nineties played, so drunk and free he danced alone briefly living a normal life.
The lack of curtains woke him early, after sorting himself out with a coffee and cornflakes he washed and wondered what to do next. He decided to check the house out, did everything work, could he add anything, he was determined to do what he could for Penny's family. He found the landing lights did not work, the back door lock sticking and there was a whole heap of other minor problems, he listed the faults and got to work. As he completed each task he put a line through the job on the list. Lunch was a coke and crisp affair, followed by lots of chocolate. He'd just finished lunch and bagged up his rubbish when he heard the unmistakable sound of a refuse lorry. Taking full advantage of the chance he ditched the rubbish bags on top of a pile outside on the next properties drive, tins of guilt now hidden; the black plastic bag concealing his crimes. He worked for a couple more hours and was just clearing up when the Front Door opened and a woman walked in, early sixties, tall, very slim and refined. Flowery dress, neat grey hair and large seventies glasses.
David froze and looked at her, she starred backed, did a double take and called out "Get in here; quick". Two large late teen boys charged in, looked confused and both looked towards the woman who cried out "Don't just stand there you half wits, protect me from that thug!" David had just enough time to realise he was the thug before he was rugby tackled as both youths threw themselves upon him. Hitting the floor with a thud his head smacked on the carpetless surface and he saw stars.
Finally regaining his full senses he found himself lying face down; handcuffs securing his hands behind his back. Turning his head and groaning with the pain he saw the woman and a female warrior standing to his left. Both regarding him with scorn and disgust. Seeing that he had recovered the warrior walked over and tapped his face with a bare foot. Not hard, more of a warning, a statement of intent. Pulling out a dagger she squatted, pulled his head upwards by the hair and positioned the blade under his throat. Looking at the woman she asked one simple question. "Shall I slit its throat?" David pissed himself in fear, shaking in terror he managed to mangle a few words out. "No, please, I'm here, meant to be here, doing a job, ugh gaaar"
The hair got pulled harder, the head moved higher; straining the neck muscles.
The older woman pursed her lips, considered her options before finally saying "No, not yet let's see what this animal has to say". David was ruffly pulled up and commanded, shoved, into two. This exposed his accident, he felt shame and humiliation, his checks glowed red.
Under careful questioning David revealed all. Finally the older woman, Mistress Bevan; who it turned out was the local coven leader exclaimed. "So let's get this right, your under a sentence of death to Mistress Blackstock, who has suspended your sentence and loaned you out to a Mistress Amphere who in turn has lent you out to a Mistress Penny, who has bought this house and sent you here on your own to fit an alarm, is that right?. David agreed as polity as he could, which is hard to when a blade is still being held to your throat. "You couldn't make it up" mused Mistress Bevan. "OK let him go". It was with some evident regret the warrior uncuffed David. "This Penny must be a bit thick to trust you boy" said the warrior. David knew he shouldn't but couldn't help himself and snapped back. "Mistress Penny's great, in fact they all are, he couldn't help his appendix going tits up and the baby's sound, their good people just trying to get a better life"
There was a shocked silence, the warrior stunned by the outburst, Mistress Bevan amused and impressed. The face darkened the Warriors lips curled up in a snarl, she grabbed David's hair again; but was halted by a simple "No" from Mistress Bevan who regarded him, folded her arms and said "Well your full of surprises, defending a Mistresses honour ay, who would of thought. So what else have you been doing here?"
"Yes" came another awfully familiar voice "What have you been up to David?" Asked Mistress Blackstock stepping into the room. David's mouth dropped in amazement.
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".
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".
Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen 10/11/15
Mistress A on hearing this started to tap her foot in annoyance although not willing to start a discussion which the three condemned men would hear. Emilia knowing her friend and lover so well however got the meaning and said "Just my little joke David, no harm done". Followed by a slight pause then "Yet" said with some malice.
David tended not to agree it wasn't a joke to him, the training however paid off he remained silent.
Emilia sighed and then added "In fact I hear you have been quite the little star if reports are true, are they?"
He was unsure it he should answer so again he held his tongue. There was a slight pause then she snapped "Move to Two, both of you, free look but no talking unless answering". Both M and David moved.
Looking cautiously round David could see the three men were in an appalling way, the Blackman no longer had a gold tooth, or for that matter any teeth as far as David could guess. All three had cuts and lumps, no body hair at all. Someone had been burning their flesh, with what David could not, and did not want to guess. It soon became clear that Mistress Emilia was fully up to speed with the facts and she turned her attentions on the three miscreants. Speaking in a clear calm matter of fact voice she delivered her sentence. "As you attacked one of my coven it falls to me to try you, normally you would be allowed to stand in front of the Coven Council and plead you case". She looked them one by one in the eyes, her eyes narrowing with loathing and hatred. "There is however no doubt to your guilt, you were taken at the scene. You were willing and did; attack a member of my coven, and you". She snarled at the Blackman "Wanted to rape her!" Unable to help herself she leapt up and took three rapid strides towards him and raked his face with her nails, he cried out, blood seeped from the open tares. Regaining her composure; a little; with a strained voice that clearly indicated the level of supreme restraint she was applying she continued. "Your sentence is of course death". The three men stared, shocked, uncertain that they had heard correctly. You two will go first by slow hanging and torture, you". Focussing all her spite on the leader. "Will be impaled and tortured, but you get to watch first". Moving to her desk she pressed the button David has seen her press the last time he was in the room. As before the Slave-Dogs entered, made their reverences and took the now shocked protesting trio away. Sitting down with a look of eminent satisfaction upon her face she turned her attentions onto M. "Before we go to enjoy the entertainment someone wants a word with you". With that she pressed another button, a few seconds later a Warrior walked in. Moving effortlessly almost as though she was floating she approached the desk, curtsied and then stood in front of M who was looking at her with apprehension; as indeed was his Mistress; it was the First Lady of the rescue squad. Squatting down so that her nose an inch from his she verbally laid into him, she didn't lay a finger on him. David found himself shacking with the fierce onslaught and he wasn't being lectured. M was left in no doubt that the next time a Warrior gave him an instruction he had better instantly obey it, or there would be consequences. His Mistress was slowly going red in the face with anger and eventually moved forward to confront the Warrior. Mistress Emilia intervened quickly "That's enough he's got the message". Then looking at Mistress Shania she placated "He was asked for the gun, normally it would have been taken with force, you can see that can't you?" Mistress Shania glared at the Warrior, who stood up and faced her, there was an uneasy silence which was suddenly broken by M "Mistress I apologise, your quite right, I wasn't thinking clearly, please forgive me, please let me kiss you feet in submission, please. The gun wasn't loaded!" Mistress Shania looked down at her boy and nodded, it had occurred to her that in one way they were both in the wrong, running around with a gun could get you in trouble and in this case even though they had come to the rescue it was still going to be at the very least frowned upon. The Warrior on seeing the nod tuned back to M who went into three and softly kissed both feet, it was David thought more pecks than full kisses. "Thank you boy the matter is ended; a line is drawn" gently spoke the Warrior, the mood lifted as quickly as it had formed.
Emilia spoke with more than a little gusto as she tried to steer things away from the confrontation that had come so close.
"Louise please escort these fine Ladies to the chamber, perhaps David and M can serve tea while we enjoy the rest of the afternoon. I just need to clear up a few matters with our fine friend first". Mistresses Shania and Amphere both curtsied and called their respective boys to heal followed Louise, Mistress Shania still not looking completely happy.
When they were alone Emilia looked at the Warrior and with another sigh said "Even I thought you were a little heavy with him". Glancing at Her boy She continued "I would have had your guts if you'd spoken to Charles like that in front of me, after all it wasn't loaded". Pursing her lips in a pout the Warrior reached into her tight fitting black track suite left trouser pocket and pulled out a soggy cartridge wrapped in plastic bag. Then very purposely and deliberately she placed on the desk, curtsied and left in total silence. Picking it up Mistress Emilia inspected it, smiled and tossed it into the bin and muttered to herself "Sneaky boy, well done!".
On leaving Mistress Blackstocks presence both boys were allowed to rise and follow on foot. Mistress Louise chatted in her soft southern Irish lilting tone, praising all of them for being so brave, clever and strong, she even stopped and gave the miserable looking M a hug which cheered everyone up. Reaching the door to the chamber that David now knew to dread she bid David and M away to the Kitchen for drinks. After the quick obligatory curtsy both men were on their way. David glancing at his friend enquired if he was ok. M gave a 'What the fuck do you think look' but answered "Yep guess so, she really laid into me; didn't she?, I thought she was going to beat the shit out of me, thank fuck Mistress was there. Mind you. "He continued as an after thought. "I thought Mistress was going to take swing at her, that could have been nasty. Anyway they think it was unloaded" he finished with a grin. David patted him on the back as they entered a deserted large commercial fitted kitchen. While David was setting up two trays, grateful that his previous stay at least helped him to find everything he asked "Do you understand what will be happening in there?" he gestured with his head in the direction of the chamber.
M shook his head, David gave him a brief outline of what he had seen the last time. M looked pale and muttered "Mistress will enjoy it, might give her some ideas, like she needs any!" David pointed out that Mistress Shania loved M. M replied "Yep she does, but once that sadistic streak gets a hold she can really go for it, remember the weights?". David nodded, how could he forget, M had been clearly in a lot of pain.
Reaching the door to the chamber David said "Deep breath". They entered.
Two of the thugs were balancing on tiptoe, arms secured halfway up their backs, a thin hangman's noose was round each mans neck, taught and half chocking. Both men David could see were aroused, their members fully erect. The ladies had been joined by Mistress Emilia and her consort. They were laughing, joking and pointing, making fun of the two unfortunates. To his right David could see the Blackman chained to a ring concreted into the floor. He observed opened mouth, unable to comprehend the image before him.
Picking up a black box with a red and blue lead sprouting forth Mistress Louise connected the vicious looking crocodile connectors onto one of the scumbags sack and the tip of his manhood. She then fetched another device and carried out the same actions on the other man. "First one to get them to take both feet off the ground wins round one". She said invitingly. Both her and Mistress Emilia turned dials on the boxes, crisp electricity flowed. Although both men were technically hanging they both made pitiful in-human noises. After 30 seconds the ladies swopped around and Mistress Shania and Mistress A had a go, Mistress A kept adjusting her settings in a well practiced way; and after some 20 seconds the scumbag lifted both feet off the ground his eyes bulging, tongue extending like a pointing finger. The ladies cheered. Removing the leads from the scumbag Mistress A claimed the prize, picking up a riding crop she preceded to destroy scumbags balls. His eyes begged and bulged even more if that was possible, his legs keeps rising and then lowering in a pitiful vain attempt to get air. Mistress Shania seeing this moved all her dials to full and had the pleasure in watching her victim also jerk his legs upwards cutting off a high pitched scream. This emboldened her to switch off the device and use a crop also. The other two joined in slashing away systematically ensuring no section of skin was left undamaged. The rhythmic noise sounded like a canal boats engine, putt putt putt. Both men were clearly close to expiring, "Let's give them five minutes while we have tea". Suggested Mistress Louise, the other agreed and the ropes were lowered six inches, the broken men attempting to keep their balance, sucked air in greedily; and whimpered. Climbing up to the balcony the Ladies each took a seat, David and M served desperate not to be noticed. There was much chat on how to finish them off, finally it was agreed that the parachutes would be fitted and tee lights lit, who ever screamed first would be hoisted all the way up, the other would have to remain burning until the first one was dead before going up. Tea was gulped down in the eager anticipation of what was to come. Mistress A went to do the honours, the others remained to enjoy the show!. David looked at M, M looked back his face blank, trying not to be sick David guessed. Which was exactly how David felt. A "No no pleaseeeeeeeeeeee" jerked David back to the horrific surroundings, both tee lights were now lit and dropped into the little baskets. Scumbag screamed first and was hauled up high so that the cheering women could get a better view. He jerked and danced, eyes bulged again almost popping out of their sockets, the face contorted. Shrill screaming accompanied the dance, curtesy of the other victim who's life now entirely revolved around a living flame. Finally scumbag ceased to move his terrorising days over. Pressing a button Mistress A sent the second criminal upwards, he took some ten minutes to stop dancing. The Ladies had cheered him on, their eyes gleaming.
Mistress A with hands on hips walked up to the terrified Blackman and said "Fancy a bit of cock?" Laughed and shouted up for assistance to get this bum bandit ready. There was a rush to help. The Blackman pleaded and pleaded, his secured body fighting every foot of the way as he was dragged to take centre stage.
With a lot of force, shoving and painful prods with a small knife the condemned man was manoeuvred into position, he was crying and pleading desperate to avoid the anal pointed barbed steel spike that was patiently awaiting for his orifice to embrace it. Finally he was on tip toes, the rod inserted less than an inch, sweat streamed down the terrified features, a dribble of piss briefly flowed, splattering the ground below. David expected the two trap doors that his toes now balanced upon would flip downwards. Instead Mistress A tugged twice on a metal chain that hung from the ceiling, the spike moved a fraction higher into the man, who was unable to move so took half an inch more. The pain inflicted was clearly horrific as he screamed a long bellowing incoherent noise of hell. Mistress A smiled and then laughed, then repeated her actions, another half inch followed, then another. The mans eyes showed complete terror, the screams now silent lip movements of madness. A parachute was attached, then a tea-light lit and deposited. The voice returned, screaming its message of regret and sorrow. Mistress A stood there hands on hips giggling, the other ladies were pointing, laughing and cheering. Briefly the torment ended as he past out. Seeing this Mistress A removed the flame and reached up to slap his face, he came around, horror returned to his features as he regained his whits. Standing as close to him without touching Mistress A gazed into his eyes and with a sudden movement yanked the chain; keeping it in the pulled down position, the trap doors dropped as did the man, his hole ripped asunder, blood flowed wrapping itself down the rod, circling as it made its gravity forced journey. Legs clawed incessantly at the pole desperate to provide some relief. Strange eligible noises spewed from his mouth. Mistress A lifted the parachute and pulled it horizontally stretching his sack, adding to the agony. Her knife cut slowly in a sea-saw action and his testicles plopped onto the ground. He didn't seem to notice or care. Then picking up a pair of pliers she fastened them onto the shrivelled head of his penis and pulled hard, his mouth opened wide at the new pain. Showing him the blood smeared knife she cut through the base of his member, he looked down and watched in a silent stupor. The removed small item of flesh was deposited in his mouth and his lips were sown up, the needle finally plunged through the nose and left. The pliers were then used to rip strips of flesh, nipples, toe nails. Three pulls of the chain and the trap doors moved to a horizontal position and slowly moved upwards, as they reached his bleeding toes another quick pull arrested their progress. Whispering into his ear Mistress A said " Have a good one". Walked up the stairs to rejoin the others and they exited M and David meekly following on. Mistress Louise switched off the lights and the wood be rapist left in almost complete darkness to suffer a long lonely end with only the flickering tee lights from his two sides men for comfort. David was crying, was this to be his fate?
Mistress A on hearing this started to tap her foot in annoyance although not willing to start a discussion which the three condemned men would hear. Emilia knowing her friend and lover so well however got the meaning and said "Just my little joke David, no harm done". Followed by a slight pause then "Yet" said with some malice.
David tended not to agree it wasn't a joke to him, the training however paid off he remained silent.
Emilia sighed and then added "In fact I hear you have been quite the little star if reports are true, are they?"
He was unsure it he should answer so again he held his tongue. There was a slight pause then she snapped "Move to Two, both of you, free look but no talking unless answering". Both M and David moved.
Looking cautiously round David could see the three men were in an appalling way, the Blackman no longer had a gold tooth, or for that matter any teeth as far as David could guess. All three had cuts and lumps, no body hair at all. Someone had been burning their flesh, with what David could not, and did not want to guess. It soon became clear that Mistress Emilia was fully up to speed with the facts and she turned her attentions on the three miscreants. Speaking in a clear calm matter of fact voice she delivered her sentence. "As you attacked one of my coven it falls to me to try you, normally you would be allowed to stand in front of the Coven Council and plead you case". She looked them one by one in the eyes, her eyes narrowing with loathing and hatred. "There is however no doubt to your guilt, you were taken at the scene. You were willing and did; attack a member of my coven, and you". She snarled at the Blackman "Wanted to rape her!" Unable to help herself she leapt up and took three rapid strides towards him and raked his face with her nails, he cried out, blood seeped from the open tares. Regaining her composure; a little; with a strained voice that clearly indicated the level of supreme restraint she was applying she continued. "Your sentence is of course death". The three men stared, shocked, uncertain that they had heard correctly. You two will go first by slow hanging and torture, you". Focussing all her spite on the leader. "Will be impaled and tortured, but you get to watch first". Moving to her desk she pressed the button David has seen her press the last time he was in the room. As before the Slave-Dogs entered, made their reverences and took the now shocked protesting trio away. Sitting down with a look of eminent satisfaction upon her face she turned her attentions onto M. "Before we go to enjoy the entertainment someone wants a word with you". With that she pressed another button, a few seconds later a Warrior walked in. Moving effortlessly almost as though she was floating she approached the desk, curtsied and then stood in front of M who was looking at her with apprehension; as indeed was his Mistress; it was the First Lady of the rescue squad. Squatting down so that her nose an inch from his she verbally laid into him, she didn't lay a finger on him. David found himself shacking with the fierce onslaught and he wasn't being lectured. M was left in no doubt that the next time a Warrior gave him an instruction he had better instantly obey it, or there would be consequences. His Mistress was slowly going red in the face with anger and eventually moved forward to confront the Warrior. Mistress Emilia intervened quickly "That's enough he's got the message". Then looking at Mistress Shania she placated "He was asked for the gun, normally it would have been taken with force, you can see that can't you?" Mistress Shania glared at the Warrior, who stood up and faced her, there was an uneasy silence which was suddenly broken by M "Mistress I apologise, your quite right, I wasn't thinking clearly, please forgive me, please let me kiss you feet in submission, please. The gun wasn't loaded!" Mistress Shania looked down at her boy and nodded, it had occurred to her that in one way they were both in the wrong, running around with a gun could get you in trouble and in this case even though they had come to the rescue it was still going to be at the very least frowned upon. The Warrior on seeing the nod tuned back to M who went into three and softly kissed both feet, it was David thought more pecks than full kisses. "Thank you boy the matter is ended; a line is drawn" gently spoke the Warrior, the mood lifted as quickly as it had formed.
Emilia spoke with more than a little gusto as she tried to steer things away from the confrontation that had come so close.
"Louise please escort these fine Ladies to the chamber, perhaps David and M can serve tea while we enjoy the rest of the afternoon. I just need to clear up a few matters with our fine friend first". Mistresses Shania and Amphere both curtsied and called their respective boys to heal followed Louise, Mistress Shania still not looking completely happy.
When they were alone Emilia looked at the Warrior and with another sigh said "Even I thought you were a little heavy with him". Glancing at Her boy She continued "I would have had your guts if you'd spoken to Charles like that in front of me, after all it wasn't loaded". Pursing her lips in a pout the Warrior reached into her tight fitting black track suite left trouser pocket and pulled out a soggy cartridge wrapped in plastic bag. Then very purposely and deliberately she placed on the desk, curtsied and left in total silence. Picking it up Mistress Emilia inspected it, smiled and tossed it into the bin and muttered to herself "Sneaky boy, well done!".
On leaving Mistress Blackstocks presence both boys were allowed to rise and follow on foot. Mistress Louise chatted in her soft southern Irish lilting tone, praising all of them for being so brave, clever and strong, she even stopped and gave the miserable looking M a hug which cheered everyone up. Reaching the door to the chamber that David now knew to dread she bid David and M away to the Kitchen for drinks. After the quick obligatory curtsy both men were on their way. David glancing at his friend enquired if he was ok. M gave a 'What the fuck do you think look' but answered "Yep guess so, she really laid into me; didn't she?, I thought she was going to beat the shit out of me, thank fuck Mistress was there. Mind you. "He continued as an after thought. "I thought Mistress was going to take swing at her, that could have been nasty. Anyway they think it was unloaded" he finished with a grin. David patted him on the back as they entered a deserted large commercial fitted kitchen. While David was setting up two trays, grateful that his previous stay at least helped him to find everything he asked "Do you understand what will be happening in there?" he gestured with his head in the direction of the chamber.
M shook his head, David gave him a brief outline of what he had seen the last time. M looked pale and muttered "Mistress will enjoy it, might give her some ideas, like she needs any!" David pointed out that Mistress Shania loved M. M replied "Yep she does, but once that sadistic streak gets a hold she can really go for it, remember the weights?". David nodded, how could he forget, M had been clearly in a lot of pain.
Reaching the door to the chamber David said "Deep breath". They entered.
Two of the thugs were balancing on tiptoe, arms secured halfway up their backs, a thin hangman's noose was round each mans neck, taught and half chocking. Both men David could see were aroused, their members fully erect. The ladies had been joined by Mistress Emilia and her consort. They were laughing, joking and pointing, making fun of the two unfortunates. To his right David could see the Blackman chained to a ring concreted into the floor. He observed opened mouth, unable to comprehend the image before him.
Picking up a black box with a red and blue lead sprouting forth Mistress Louise connected the vicious looking crocodile connectors onto one of the scumbags sack and the tip of his manhood. She then fetched another device and carried out the same actions on the other man. "First one to get them to take both feet off the ground wins round one". She said invitingly. Both her and Mistress Emilia turned dials on the boxes, crisp electricity flowed. Although both men were technically hanging they both made pitiful in-human noises. After 30 seconds the ladies swopped around and Mistress Shania and Mistress A had a go, Mistress A kept adjusting her settings in a well practiced way; and after some 20 seconds the scumbag lifted both feet off the ground his eyes bulging, tongue extending like a pointing finger. The ladies cheered. Removing the leads from the scumbag Mistress A claimed the prize, picking up a riding crop she preceded to destroy scumbags balls. His eyes begged and bulged even more if that was possible, his legs keeps rising and then lowering in a pitiful vain attempt to get air. Mistress Shania seeing this moved all her dials to full and had the pleasure in watching her victim also jerk his legs upwards cutting off a high pitched scream. This emboldened her to switch off the device and use a crop also. The other two joined in slashing away systematically ensuring no section of skin was left undamaged. The rhythmic noise sounded like a canal boats engine, putt putt putt. Both men were clearly close to expiring, "Let's give them five minutes while we have tea". Suggested Mistress Louise, the other agreed and the ropes were lowered six inches, the broken men attempting to keep their balance, sucked air in greedily; and whimpered. Climbing up to the balcony the Ladies each took a seat, David and M served desperate not to be noticed. There was much chat on how to finish them off, finally it was agreed that the parachutes would be fitted and tee lights lit, who ever screamed first would be hoisted all the way up, the other would have to remain burning until the first one was dead before going up. Tea was gulped down in the eager anticipation of what was to come. Mistress A went to do the honours, the others remained to enjoy the show!. David looked at M, M looked back his face blank, trying not to be sick David guessed. Which was exactly how David felt. A "No no pleaseeeeeeeeeeee" jerked David back to the horrific surroundings, both tee lights were now lit and dropped into the little baskets. Scumbag screamed first and was hauled up high so that the cheering women could get a better view. He jerked and danced, eyes bulged again almost popping out of their sockets, the face contorted. Shrill screaming accompanied the dance, curtesy of the other victim who's life now entirely revolved around a living flame. Finally scumbag ceased to move his terrorising days over. Pressing a button Mistress A sent the second criminal upwards, he took some ten minutes to stop dancing. The Ladies had cheered him on, their eyes gleaming.
Mistress A with hands on hips walked up to the terrified Blackman and said "Fancy a bit of cock?" Laughed and shouted up for assistance to get this bum bandit ready. There was a rush to help. The Blackman pleaded and pleaded, his secured body fighting every foot of the way as he was dragged to take centre stage.
With a lot of force, shoving and painful prods with a small knife the condemned man was manoeuvred into position, he was crying and pleading desperate to avoid the anal pointed barbed steel spike that was patiently awaiting for his orifice to embrace it. Finally he was on tip toes, the rod inserted less than an inch, sweat streamed down the terrified features, a dribble of piss briefly flowed, splattering the ground below. David expected the two trap doors that his toes now balanced upon would flip downwards. Instead Mistress A tugged twice on a metal chain that hung from the ceiling, the spike moved a fraction higher into the man, who was unable to move so took half an inch more. The pain inflicted was clearly horrific as he screamed a long bellowing incoherent noise of hell. Mistress A smiled and then laughed, then repeated her actions, another half inch followed, then another. The mans eyes showed complete terror, the screams now silent lip movements of madness. A parachute was attached, then a tea-light lit and deposited. The voice returned, screaming its message of regret and sorrow. Mistress A stood there hands on hips giggling, the other ladies were pointing, laughing and cheering. Briefly the torment ended as he past out. Seeing this Mistress A removed the flame and reached up to slap his face, he came around, horror returned to his features as he regained his whits. Standing as close to him without touching Mistress A gazed into his eyes and with a sudden movement yanked the chain; keeping it in the pulled down position, the trap doors dropped as did the man, his hole ripped asunder, blood flowed wrapping itself down the rod, circling as it made its gravity forced journey. Legs clawed incessantly at the pole desperate to provide some relief. Strange eligible noises spewed from his mouth. Mistress A lifted the parachute and pulled it horizontally stretching his sack, adding to the agony. Her knife cut slowly in a sea-saw action and his testicles plopped onto the ground. He didn't seem to notice or care. Then picking up a pair of pliers she fastened them onto the shrivelled head of his penis and pulled hard, his mouth opened wide at the new pain. Showing him the blood smeared knife she cut through the base of his member, he looked down and watched in a silent stupor. The removed small item of flesh was deposited in his mouth and his lips were sown up, the needle finally plunged through the nose and left. The pliers were then used to rip strips of flesh, nipples, toe nails. Three pulls of the chain and the trap doors moved to a horizontal position and slowly moved upwards, as they reached his bleeding toes another quick pull arrested their progress. Whispering into his ear Mistress A said " Have a good one". Walked up the stairs to rejoin the others and they exited M and David meekly following on. Mistress Louise switched off the lights and the wood be rapist left in almost complete darkness to suffer a long lonely end with only the flickering tee lights from his two sides men for comfort. David was crying, was this to be his fate?
Wednesday, 23 September 2015
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.
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.
Wednesday, 16 September 2015
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!
Thanks
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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!
Saturday, 5 September 2015
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'.
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