Chapter 9

Chapter Nine 26/05/15

The meal, it turned out ,was easy, while they had been up in the Dungeon someone had been into the flat and restocked the kitchen.  David went for a Spicy Tomato soup followed by Lamb Shanks with all the trimmings. Rounding up with a shop bought Lemon Cheese Cake.  He noticed a Vegetarian Nut Roast in the freezer and checked to see if it could be cooked from frozen; it could.  Moving into the bedroom he was amazed to find someone had beaten him to it; the room cleaned and tidied the sheets changed.  Walking round he found that the whole flat had been given the once over.  He felt quite cheerful for once until he remembered the caning to come.  Unfortunately there was worse before that to come although he did not know it yet.

Mistress A appeared later on, She had a quick shower and strolled around naked, totally unconcerned about David.  In fact to David's mind she plain ignored him.  Half an hour before the meal was to be served she said she was going back upstairs and would be down in time to meet her guest and boy.  Hesitating at the door she scanned the room before pursing her lips and walking to the statue come lamp.  "More light need I think" she said more to herself than David before tapping the statues testicles with the right foot.  The lamp lit.  Seeing the look of incredulity on David's face she demonstrated how on and off were achieved by tapping the mans balls, laughing as she did so.  "He was my husband" she sneered" Her face went dark.  "The bastard" she continued "pretended to love me, in fact he married me just to get citizenship and then tried to kill me to get the large,and I mean large, insurance payout, the little shit".
David looked down; afraid and not sure what to say.  In someways she wasn't talking to him, he just happened to be there.  "Emilia saved me, only by chance mind, the little shit had drugged me and was in the midst of throwing me off a bridge when she caught him". Rubbing her palms together she resumed "Did for him didn't we, he died like this; pole up his ass and out of his mouth, took him three days to die, I watched it all.  I loved it.  This is a cast of his body just how he looked when he died, good isn't it?" She looked at David questionably.
David was dumb founded shocked and intrigued at the same time, appalled in the almost matter of fact way she openly discussed it.  Did every Mistress just kill at will he asked himself.  Snapping out of her memories she left.  David trotted off to the kitchen.

He became aware that someone had entered the lounge, assuming it was Mistress A he sauntered out to be greeted with the unwelcome site of Mistress Blackstock, the woman who claimed that he was now her slave.  Time seemed to freeze for David, she just looked at him as though he was a bit of muck that had sneaked it's way into the room.  Coming to his senses he threw himself down and crawled towards her in an attempt to kiss her Victorian Style Brown Boots to show his complete submission to her.  He had not forgotten that he was still under a sentence of a very brutal execution.  Knowing exactly what he was trying to do and not wanting him too she simply kicked him in the face shouting "No".  David rolled on the floor grasping his face, he wanted to shout back but managed instead to go into position three.  There was silence followed by the familiar tap tap of footsteps.  David could not see what was going on the sweat started to pour off him.  A sharp pain erupted in his nuts, she had kicked him.  Sharp pain turned to dull ache as he cried out and struggled for breath.  The hall door opened and Mistress A walked in, still naked.  Looking at the situation she simply said "Two and kitchen boy" before walking over to Emilia and embracing her in a long lingering passionate kiss.  David went into two and then with more than a little effort crawled into the kitchen.  Once inside he grabbed some ice and pressed it to his battered organs and tried not to be sick.

In the lounge the woman stood there caressing and snogging for longer than either knew.
"Phew" exclaimed Emilia "Your as tasty as ever".
Mistress A smiled one of her broad smiles and replied "Mmmmmmmm your delicious, love the skirt, matches the boots.  Drink first or food?"
"Food" came the reply and they walked into diner.
David then spent the next two hours running back and forth, Mistress Blackstock ignored him, Mistress A smiled at him a couple of times as he served her.  Apart from that he may as well have been a robot.  They talked about many things that he did not understand, eventually the conversation came round to him.  Telling Emilia about how well he was doing he was amazed to hear his praises being sung.  Emilia looked less than impressed and stated the the little shit should be beaten three times a day and left caged up.  The reply she got was not the one she would have expected from her friend.
"If you want us to go round the clubs and get away with it, I have to train him properly.  Give him a chance, he is in fact doing very well.  He would make someone a great Collared Submissive or even maybe a House Collared Submissive!"
Emilia breathed a huge sigh and waved her fork as she replied "OK, you know your job, but in the end nothing changes, understand". David didn't get it; but Mistress A did, she glanced at David for a second before leaving the subject and talking about Single Tail Whips, a subject she knew was close to her friends heart.  David cleared the table and went into the kitchen only to find Charles washing up.  David joined him and started to dry.  Looking at Charles David suddenly said "Thank you". Charles glanced back surprise written on his face, he raised a quizzically eyebrows but did not speak.  "Thanks for showing me what to do" David explained.  He was now grateful, he understood now that Charles could have just not bothered with him.  Teaching him how to do things had saved his bacon here.  Well,saved it for now David thought glumly.  He cheered up when Charles smiled back and nodded.  They worked together in continued silence until Mistress A walked in "Your Mistress wants you now" Charles curtsied and left.  "You can have a bowl of Slave food" she said as she measured some out adding milk.  "On the floor, no lifting, you can use your hands to keep the bowl moving; but that's all".  David acknowledged her order with a curtsey.  Mistress A smiled "Good boy, after that cloakroom and bed.  Wake me with breakfast at ten, oh bring the same for Emilia; but Earl Grey Tea, got it".  Again David curtsied but this time he said "Yes Mistress" as well.

Settling into bed he tried to sleep, he lay there for a long time when he heard music coming from the lounge then laughter and talking.  He could hear Charles joining in it was clear they were having a great time.  Angst, jealously and despair flooded into his mind, it just wasn't fair! He began to burn with anger, the flame of hate ignited.  His mind whirled, he could go, he could escape; start a new life far away. She'd never find him, he'd be off free, a new chapter.  Cathy walking into the cafe had shaken him, followed by that appalling act of barbarity in that house.  Mistress A beating him up, just a couple of lucky blows he fooled himself into believing.  Another thought dropped in to his greedy mind, should have shot the bitch, put her down!  He began to feel good about himself, positive that he could disappear.  After all he reasoned how many people could disable a Burglar Alarm and escape from a cell like he had.  He'd run rings round them!.  Should he ask to be taken to the Cafe? Initially he reasoned that he should, one or two weeks head start would be great, you could travel a long way in two weeks he assured himself. Clenching his fists he felt his courage finally returning like the sea surging in when the tide had finally changed.  No; better to leave tonight, no warning, no chance for a spanner to get thrown into the works. Nick a car out of the garage, not the electric shit and back to his flat, then warm shower; clothes and a new beginning.  David's excitement grew, setting Mickey to wake him at six he rolled over and waited.  He was so alive, happy, ready for it.

Mickey woke him, the mouse right on time, getting up quietly he walked into the lounge, there his plan fell apart before it had even started Charles was standing there arms folded.  They regarded each other before Charles asked the obvious "And where are you going?"
David replied easily, "Just need a wee". Charles looked unimpressed "You needed an alarm to tell you that it was time to pee?"  David looked around nervously before answering "Well yea maybe" but without much conviction.  Charles walked to the hall door and opened it saying "Go on then, good luck" and then just starred at David; his eyes cold and dead.  David's mouth was dry as a bone, he stood there feeling foolish unsure what to say.  "If you were about to do what I think you were going to, I won't stop you, however do you really think you would get very far?  Really?" Charles exclaimed before continuing "She hunts for pure pleasure, hunting you would make her year" David's schemes splintered at this; he knew Charles was right, with some effort he stammered "Just going for a pee, that's all".  Charles shrugged and moved away heading for the kitchen his muscles rippling as he walked.  David just stood there watching Charles mesmerised by his movement.  As Charles got to the kitchen door David had to ask "Are you going to tell her?"  Charles stopped, looked down for a few seconds before saying "No, if they don't ask" David started to breath again, unaware that he had stopped breathing.  He knew he shouldn't but he just couldn't help himself "Why?"  Charles again looked down again and considered his reply "Mistress Amphere likes you, believe me that's rare and you can cook"
Charles went to move again "Thanks" David said.  Charles smiled a rye smile, then "Your welcome" and moved.  David pottered to the cloakroom and went back to bed, maybe tomorrow night he told himself, not believing a word.

Right on time David walked into the bedroom with Mistress A's tray he was not totally unsurprised to see Mistress Blackstock dozing on the other side.   He was somewhat more surprised to make out Charles laying sideways at the bottom of the bed, his bald head just visible under the covers.  The instruction came as normal "Patio". Leaving the tray there he fetched the other one; also depositing it outside.  As he started to leave he got the command "Three".  Dropping like a stone he waited and waited.  The women chatted, kissing occasionally before Mistress E said "OK sexy let's do you one more time, then I have to shoot".  There was a few giggles; kisses and then a gasp from Mistress A, Emilia snapped out "Charles don't you dare move; I want something to thrust against". David couldn't see what took place but he sure could hear it.  There were moans and groans; the good type, followed by panting and squelchy sounds.  Finally a "Oh.......Oh Emilia yes; yes ahrrrrrrrrrr yes". Then just panting and then "Open wide boy" David opened his mouth a purple strap-on was shoved hard into his mouth; covered in juice of woman.  It was still attached to the harness.  "Get out and clean it bitch" Emilia said in a matter of fact way. David started to crawl, unsure if he should as he was in three.  Then he realised he had not put himself into position three, Mistress had, so presumably she could order him away without going to two, this he assumed was right as he struggled to retain the monster between his lips.  Just as he was at the door Mistress A said "David after you've cleaned up go into the dungeon and wait for me.  David mumbled "Yes Mistress" which made both Ladies laugh, "Don't talk while your mouth's full" came a mocking voice.  David kept crawling his ears burning with more shame.

After cleaning the thing with kitchen spray David went upstairs, having a sneaky quick pee on the way.  He was hungry.  Sitting on a step to the Throne he tucked his chin onto his knees and waited.  An age past before Mistress A walked in dressed in a sexy Basque, short leather skirt and thigh length leather boots that laced all the way up.  David got into position three just in time, the moment he knew had come, the cane awaited.

Chapter 8

Chapter 8 20/05/15

By the time they had reached the dungeon David was shaking with fear, was he about to be beaten up again?  Mistress A sat on the throne and motioned him to her feet, she could see how afraid he was.  This however wasn't what she wanted so she treated him like a Newbie i.e. someone who had never tried BDSM.  "Relax baby this isn't going to hurt today, this is just a taster". Leaning forward she ruffled his hair and continued. "I take it you've never done any playing before". David nervously confirmed this.
"Right were going to teach you foot worship followed by a light spanking warm up and then a bit of CBT to finish. If your good I might let you cum at the end, fancy that?"
David didn't know what CBT was, but he was game for anything if it meant he could have a wank so he said with lots of enthusiasm "Oh yes please Mistress"
For the next ten minutes he found himself kissing her feet, softly and delicately, sucking on her toes and licking her soles clean.  Strangely enough he found he enjoyed it.  After that he was told to get over the spanking bench.  "I'm not going to tie you down today, this should be so light that even you can take it for me" she laughed.  "You will take it for me?" She asked while rubbing her breasts on his back.
David's mind was whirling, that felt so good, he stammered a yes Mistress.
Mistress A started to spank his bottom, not the harsh spanks that Wendy and Cathy had given him.  These were lighter, softer almost gentle.  Placing a hand on his back to reassure him she increased the strength of the blows, still by comparison they were bearable, stingy but manageable. "Last ten" she said before delivering ten squeal like a pig smacks.  David did squeal and wriggled, but the hand on his back kept him there.
"Good boy" she said in a pleased tone, "Very proud of you"
David felt pride and strangely joy, the stinging was already fading.  He was commanded to climb onto the top of the spanking bench and lay length ways face up.  The bench clearly doubled as a bondage table.  Quickly she secured him down before unlocking his chastity device.  He became instantly erect.  Mistress A walked away; returning in seconds with a small round chrome dog bowl and spoon.  She put the bowl between his legs, leaned into his face smiling her big broad smile and said "Well done, reward time". Her hand brushed his member before gripping it and rubbing it.  A spray lube was applied making the head very sensitive, he moaned as her touch.  Those fantastic breasts were inches from his face.  The hand moved faster and faster now just on the head.  "Beg to come" she commanded, he did, pleading and pleading until finally she said "Yes now boy" as she picked up the bowl with her other hand.  His body arched and he orgasmed more strongly and more intensely than he had ever done before.  As he came she deftly caught his offering in the bowl.  Then she kept on rubbing, ecstasy turned to over sensitive agony, he screamed, bucking frantically trying to escape, his mind being ripped apart by the sensation, it was like nothing David had every experienced.  For over a minute she continued while laughing at his state of distress.  Suddenly stopping she said "Should be cold enough by now". Picking up the spoon she shovelled up a spoonful of cum and said sternly "I have a golden rule what comes out goes back in!  Open wide, any refusal will result in punched balls, got in?"
David still trembling and quivering could only open his mouth, the spoon was thrust in.  The taste of cold cum was disgusting, slimy.  The humiliation was all consuming.  Twice more the spoon was presented, the last time he could hear her scraping the bowl and then the last bit stuck to the head of his cock joined the final spoonful. He was commanded to stick his tongue out so the last load could be positioned on it.  He was then instructed to swill it round his mouth, open his mouth to show her, before being allowed to swallow it.  Finally he had to suck the spoon clean. Using a wet wipe to clean his cock and balls she kept smiling at him, her eyes gleamed.  Then struggling to get the chastity device back on she tapped his balls with the palm of a hand.  His legs jerked in pain and he cried out.  One blow was enough and the device was on and locked.  She released him and after he had washed the bowl and spoon up in the Kitchenette his crawled to the throne and thank her for bring so kind by worshiping her feet again.
As he did do he found himself sobbing in relief and abject humiliation.  Mistress A smiled happy in her power and then slipped a hand between her thighs while he kissed her feet.

He was exhausted and was grateful when told to stop.  Slumping down where he knelt he was unaware that he had curled up; his eyes closed.  Looking down at him she gave a rye smile, that this had happened did not altogether surprise her.  Mistress A had a reputation for not only bring a supreme Domme; but also for providing wonderful after care.  Something she found many Ladies were unable or unwilling to give.  In her mind being a Pro-Domme and after care were one in the same.  Moving quietly to an inbuilt cupboard she pulled out a blanket and then carefully cover him up.  As she was naked she knew it wasn't cold, she also knew that he would be.  Regaining her throne she sat and waited, inspecting a fingernail then another; happy to wait until he was ready. Stirring like a small child awakening from a deep sleep he looked at her, his eyes shining and dreamy.  She looked back into his gaze and smiled before saying very softly "Hello boy, welcome back". They moved downstairs David still wrapped in the grey blanket.  His brains were scrambled, he was unable to think clearly.  "It's the endorphins boy" he was told.
Later that evening, after they had both eaten he learnt how to clean the PVC suite which he was allowed to go and put away unsupervised.  An hours TV was permitted before he was sent to bed.


Day followed night, again David had slept deeply, after the morning chores, Mistresses breakfast, clean kitchen etc he was instructed at about eleven to follow into the dungeon.
"In the cage now!" Came a clear command.
David turned white but before he managed to stammer anything he saw her opening the door to the large cage.  With relief He stepped in, ducking so as not to bang his head, once in he had to squat, sit or kneel, which of course was the idea.  The floor was solid and he was allowed to sit on the floor until the punter arrived.  David watched Mistress get ready, she was dressed as a School Governess, mortar board and gown completed the picture.  Going to the walk-in cupboard and pulling out a school desk and small child's chair she looked over saying "I should have got you to do the for me, oh well next time.  Soon you will set the dungeon up for each customer and clean up afterwards". She continued seriously "David this is my job, do not fuck this up or you will be in the small cage, capiche?
David looked into the eyes that were now glaring at him aware that she fully meant it.  He assured her he would comply.  A few minutes later the door entry phone buzzed, shortly after that a man with short white hair and dressed in a bankers suite was let in.  David had got onto his knees at a click of Mistresses fingers.  Although looking downwards as instructed David also glanced furtively upwards.  The man gave Mistress A a white envelope and then kissed her proffered hand.  Not a word was spoken.  He went into the wet room carrying a brown holder, emerging a five minutes later dressed in a school boys uniform, white shirt, tie, blazer, grey shorts and knee high socks and black lace up shoes.  A cap was carried in his left hand.  The Governess pointed to the chair and he sat looking ridiculous as he was far too big for the small seat.  Picking up a meaty cane the Governess tapped it against her other hand while speaking. "Well Wigglesworth here we are again, you in trouble, breaking the Headmistresses window and then caught spying on the girls in gym". Whacking the cane on the desk which made an awful sound she yelled in his ear "Let's see if sixty will correct your behaviour!  Bend over the desk and drop them" Pointing at his shorts.  He moved quickly, leaving the cap on the seat of the chair, he went to her side of the desk and lowered his shorts and white starched old fashion underwear.  Bending over the desk and grasping the two of the legs of the desk he whispered "I'm sorry Ma'am" and lowered his head.
"Right Wigglesworth" the Governess barked "I want to hear one Ma'am thank you Ma'am, two Ma'am etc. oh if you loose count we start again, clear boy" came the cold words.
Wigglesworth assured her he did understand.
For the next two hours David watched in amazement as Mistress thrashed this mans ass red raw, try as hard as the man could; he eventually kept getting the count wrong and they started again.  David realised that Mistress made him loose count on purpose by suddenly carrying out five or six fast wacks and then telling him he'd got it wrong and how tired she was of his stupidity.  The beating wasn't continuos.  After each set of ten she would walk round him lecturing him on how to behave and what a little disgusting boy he was.  Occasionally Mistress looked over to David and smiled seeing the look of amazement on his face, once she even winked.  David couldn't help but smile back and she beamed. Blood was now running slowly down the naughty boys bottom, he was sobbing and yelling out in pain after each stroke.  David noticed he really wriggled.  Suddenly Mistress unleashed a torrent of strokes and the schoolboy collapsed onto the floor screaming and holding his buttocks.  Coldly he was told to get up and get dressed.  There then followed one final lecture before he again kissed the offered hand.  Picking up his cap he put it on; adjusted it and marched into the wet room.  Shortly afterwards David could here the shower going and a steam cloud flowed out of the open door.  Mistress sat on her throne breathing quiet fast.  When the old man appeared she went over to him and kissed him on the cheek saying "Your my good boy"
He smiled and looked so grateful before asking "Same time next month please Ma'am?"
"Yes boy that will be acceptable, now run along and play nicely" came her reply before opening the door and letting him out.  On closing the door she walked over to David and said in a grand way "Ta dar!, that was fun, easy way to make six hundred pounds don't you think".  David was speechless, six hundred quid! He thought before asking "Does he come every month? Oh and you were fabulous" he added quickly.
"Thank you, he does" she replied "Now get out its not locked and make me a cuppa, OK?"  David acknowledged the order and went to the Kitchenette.  On his return he curtsied and as he handed her the Bone china Royal Albert English Rose cup and saucer he was informed that she had time to do him in a moment and to get over the spanking bench once he had put the desk and chair away in the cupboard that David found on opening was much larger than it at first appeared.

Bent over waiting he felt so nervous and vulnerable.  Being naked didn't help.  This time he was secured, wrist and leg cuffs fitted and clipped to the bench, straps thrown over and then also secured.  A hand spanking started the onslaught, the blows getting harder and harder than yesterday. The tempo increasing.  He began to wriggle and make small cries each time he was hit.  A leather paddle was then used, harder than the hand, his cries became louder and more frequent.  Finally a flogger was used, this was heavier on impact but strangely hurt less.  From start to finish was no more than twenty minutes. Abruptly Mistress stopped and spoke quietly in to his right ear. "That's called a warm up, I will always do that to you when ever we play unless you've been a bad boy, in that case no warm up just punishment, got it". David promised he had.
"Good" came the reply "Tomorrow's the cane, now get downstairs and do your chores, evening meal at seven thirty, oh and change the sheets of my bed I've got a guest and her boy coming tonight and yes she will be eating too!"
Once untied David made his way down stairs having a sneaker rub of his glowing bum on the way down.  His mind racing, how could he take a caning like the one he had just seen, who was coming for Dinner and what was he going to serve!.
     

Chapter 7

Chapter Seven 10/05/15

The flat was had a completely different layout to the one above, lurching into a hallway where a cloakroom could be seen off to the right; David was helped into the lounge, this was a smart, stylish but comfortable room; with all the normal things you could expect to see in a modern home. Large Plasma TV, inviting cloth sofas, marble coffee table, fancy oak sideboard and crazy paintings; oil on canvas filled the walls.  A bronze life size statue of a naked man rested in one corner, the man was crouched down with a pole going up his anus and out of his upturned head; through the mouth, his hands were chained behind his back, the face set in fear and agony, the bulging eyes said it all.  The pole extended up another three feet to a football sized glass globe.  David realised it was a lamp.
They continued over a vast white rug and entered a very small bedroom.  It had a single bed with a pink patterned duvet, a small window with curtains that matched the duvet.  To the left of the bed there was a bedside cabinet with a pretty lamp and a windup alarm clock that had a smiling Micky Mouse on the face.  Mistress A helped him into bed, drew the curtains and left.  In seconds David was fast to sleep.  

He was awoken later by the bedside light being switched on.  Then he was taken to the cloakroom where he was permitted to use the toilet and then the shower.
Mistress A stood watching him the whole time, embarrassment ruled as he sat there exposed carrying out his most personable business.  "I've seen it all before" came the laughing response when he asked for privacy.  "Your now a slave so you have no rights" She stated grinning at his discomfort.  When he started to shower he was instructed to move the dial to cold.  "Don't want to waste money on you boy do we" Came the matter of fact statement.  Shaking with cold he was not allowed a towel. He just had to stand there and let the air dry him.  When he was considered to be dry enough he was escorted into the lounge; where he was hand fed 'Slave Food' while kneeling and allowed to lap water out of a dog bowl.  A return to bed then came, and again sleep came easily to him.

He must have slept through the night, deeply, his body attempting to repair the damage while he slumbered.  It was past midday before he awoke.  Laying there for some time unsure if he was permitted to get up he battled with his bladder, the bladder triumphed.  The lounge was empty so he crept to the cloakroom frightened of being discovered.  On his return to the lounge he saw her standing there.  Dropping to position three; he groaned with the pain of moving so swiftly. "Good boy, Two" came the instruction.  Moving into two, hands resting on thighs he waited patiently, the fight had gone from him, he just wanted peace between them.  Sensing this Mistress A smiled a big broad beaming smile and sat on the rich orange and brown sofa.  Leaning forward she then told him how it was going to be.
"We have three weeks and a bit before the first play event of the season is on, after that there are events and meetings every week.  We're fortunate that it's the summer and everything stops for the school holidays, it's given us precious time". Tapping her thigh with her left forefinger she went on. "By the time we go to a club we will have to have a routine ready, enough to convince everyone your a player, but not so much that you slip away into subspace and cannot do your job, which" She added "Is the main reason your here now and not dead"
David trembled at this, it wasn't the cold as the flat was warm.
"As I've already said I will give you two sessions a day, the rest of the time it's chores.  Can you cook and iron?" She enquired.
"Yes Mistress" came the confident response.
"Needle work boy?"
"No Mistress" came the swift reply.
Shaking her head she said "Tut tut boy, you don't get to use the N word ever to a lady, it's so negative and disrespectful, think of another way to reply.  Can you do needle work?"
David racked his brains, nothing came to light.  He looked up concerned and worried.
She looked down at him and decided not to punish him for looking up without permission she could see he was looking for help, guidance, that was exactly what she wanted.
"Try, I'm very sorry Mistress but I have little skill in needle work" she suggested.
David repeated the sentence followed by "Thank you Mistress" he was grateful and she knew it.
"As I was saying, once at an event I will try to get you to see every lady there, let's hope you find her quickly, this could take months, we only have until New Year's Eve, after that it will be too late".
David wondered as to why it would be to late but refrained from asking.
"As a professional dominatrix I have many rich client who come for treatment" The smile returned "sometimes you will help out, other times you will be sat in the large cage, other times down here doing chores, OK?".
"Yes Mistress" came the positive reply.
"Excellent" came the pleased reply, "I'm going to feed you and then leave you here, I have a six hour session with a very naughty boy and when I come down at Severn fifteen I expect a good hot meal to be ready.  You can top your water bowl up and use the loo if you need to.  No sitting on the furniture, no TV or Radio, got it?"
David assured her he had, thanking her again.
True to her word she hand fed him and left with a cheery "Bye boy".

It was hard getting up, the aches were not easing.  David found the kitchen at the second attempt, the first being a cupboard.  Carefully inspecting the well stocked fridge and freezer he made a plan of the meal.  Creamy Parsnip Soup, French Chicken Casserole with New Potatoes and Carrots, ending with his own signature pudding of White Chocolate Mouse.  He plunged into his task not even taking more than a few seconds to take in the fantastic view through the Window.  He said a private pray of thanks to Charles, who had in a few days had taught him so much without David realising.  Setting the table was easy, everything looked to be in the correct place.  Charles had been so anal about everything, David could now see why.  Hum drum jobs took up the rest of his time, washing up, clothes put in the machine, David checked the labels with care.  On finding the utility room he couldn't understand why there wasn't any ironing. In the end he gave up looking and went to check in the kitchen.

Exactly on schedule Mistress A walked in, David walked out of the kitchen and went into three.  The rapid order came move to two, followed by serve.  David rushed out of the lounge only to be called back to escort her to the dining room and do the chair thing for her.  Then it was back into the kitchen through the second door that led directly from the dining room and service commenced.  Mistress ate slowly working her way through the meal, David had time to pop into the kitchen and clean up a little as she ate.  Afterwards Mistress A reclined on a sofa, a large brandy swishing in a glass with a couple of ice cubes.  Looking down at the kneeling David she said "Well boy you're full of surprises". David beamed inside, grateful of the praise.  Maybe the social had helped, he was forced to do cookery classes. Free for him because of the circumstances.  The lady was French, kind but strict, David got on ok with her, other members of the course didn't. Towards the end there were just the three pupils left.
Switching on the TV on with the remote his new lady then motioned David to her.  He was allowed to sit on the floor with his back resting on the sofa and watch while eating the left overs.  He was so close he could have put his hand on her leg, but didn't of course.  By ten he couldn't help but yawn and was sent to bed via the cloakroom, with a mutual Goodnight boy, Mistress at the end.
The following morning David woke at eight as Mickey did his thing.  Clearly Mistress had set the clock after he had fallen asleep.  Getting up he padded into the lounge; finding a folded sheet of paper instructing him to freshen up in the cloakroom and finish cleaning up in the kitchen.  A breakfast of coffee and toast with butter was to be taken too her dead on nine. There was an underlined postscript 'COLD SHOWER!"

At nine he knocked and quietly stepped in.  The bedroom had a massive four poster, opulence and chinz would be the only way that David could describe the room.  Mistress A stirred and said "On the balcony boy". David opened the double doors and deposited the tray on the small bottle green round table, the sun was beaming the cloudless blue sky.  Mistress appeared in a silk dressing gown, sleepy and dozy, she waved a hand as an instruction to leave.  David went into the kitchen and just stood looking out of the window, he didn't know what else to do.

Eventually Mistress appeared in a track suite, she looked at him, he was so taken by surprise that he forgot to going into three.  Instead of shouting she just lifted her head as to say, oh well then.  Into the lounge they went, he going down before her.  She made a huge sigh and said "Ok let's start, position three is only mainly used when your in trouble or you meet your Mistress for the first time that day.  Clear?"  David started to nod before quickly saying "Yes Mistress"
"Normally you just curtsy as you come in and out of a room, a lady doesn't have time to waste telling you to get up every thirty seconds". She continued "If you've been out of her sight for a couple of hours it's better to do a two three two, OK".
David understood and said "Like the men who took Ahmed and the others away? I did mention that the other day" he added.
"Precisely" came the reply.
David was confused and asked "When Charles met his Mistress he went into two then three but started to kiss her shoes, how come"
Giving one of her wonderful smiles she replied "He was happy to see her and wanted to show his complete submission to her, always a wise thing to do with her" she said with a grin.
During the next fifty minutes David got to practise all the positions; curtsying took most of the time because he was not graceful enough. Looking at the handcrafted Georgian gold clock on the sideboard Mistress A got up and walked to the front door before saying "Enough for now I have a four hour session, I will eat up there, oh you can cook yourself a breakfast as a treat and you can sit and eat it with a spoon, I will be playing with you later so put a Casserole in the slow cooker". With that she left.

David did a jig into the kitchen, soon eggs, bacon etc were ready, he thought about a coffee but came to the conclusion he was pushing his luck and stuck to lapping from the bowl.  He sat on the balcony in her chair, enjoying the simple pleasure of sitting on a chair.
Finally he dragged himself up and commenced his chores.  At about five Mistress A appeared dressed in a PVC figure hugging bodysuit. "Get me out of this boy" she shouted as she entered "I'm sweeting like a pig"
David hurried out of the kitchen, did a half curtsy which she didn't seem to noticed and helped peal the layer off.  David could she she was dripping in sweet, he also couldn't help noticing she was naked underneath, and her body was hot in more ways than one.  The chastity device worked with cruel effect.  Noticing this She laughed out loud and then kept giggling.  David's ears burnt.  Leaving the suite where if had fallen Mistress A strode off for a shower, calling for a Squash as she got out.  David went into the bedroom and managed a better curtsy this time which was just as well as she was watching him more closely.  Sitting on the bed she flicked out a finger downwards, David took it to mean position two, he was right she looked pleased at that.  He was totally aware that his gaze now fell upon her most holy of places, it looked so inviting, it was obvious she had had a Brazilian.  The Chastity Device resumed its work, David felt totally frustrated.
"Let go boy, time for your first play session, follow hands and knees" She commanded and set of for the dungeon; striding completely naked across the floor without a care in the world.  David followed on as best as he could, dreading what was to come!.
 

Chapter six

Chapter Six 02/05/15

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mmmmmmmmmm paper pants

It all started with some paper panties!

Well to be honest it started some weeks ago when I saw a Consultant; and he recommended some investigative surgery.

So last Thursday I woke at 5, had a small glass of water and constantly checked the time until we set off for the Hospital.   The NHS sent me to a private hospital to speed up things.
The hospital; I found was clean, smart and slightly intimidating.  As a NHS patient I was shown to a multi-occupant room with 12 beds, I was the only one using that room that day.
I sat there for some time, lonely, fretting, Mistress had not been allowed to enter the ward.  Incidentally if my life style choice was accepted, there may, just may have been an understanding that I really needed my Mistress by my side at that time.  I would have been a bit calmer, a bit more relaxed.  However the rules are the rules, i sat there alone.  In the corridor I could hear the clicking of heals....... well more of a stomp stomp.  A heavy set,  blonde woman appeared, she turned out to be the ward sister. She had an unfortunate Face, more built for the gramophone than the radio.  Her bedside manner was to put it in a nutshell like a shipbuilder welder after a good 8 pints, aggressive and lacking in bedside etiquette, manners, or any human traits.  More a robot.  Shortly afterwards I found myself wearing those paper panties, the famous; stylish hospital gown that allows ones bum to get plenty of fresh air; to complete the picture a pair of rather fetching white surgical stockings.  Personally I would have rather had been strung up naked in front of a couple of hundred people and getting 'Played with".

Oh..... ok I've already done that before, believe me it's more fun!  Anyway I sat there feeling very apprehensive, the dragon, sorry ward sister was no comfort at all, finally the consultant entered.  He strode in purposefully with that I know everything disposition that I assume all Docs develop over the years.  We chatted, he looked, sighed, looked again, prodded and poked me before announcing with a disappointed tone, let's leave it six weeks and have another look then, things are looking better.

I almost whooped, the sister looked as though she was about to chuck.  I did the 30 second redress and ran, as far as the reception, where a very nice lady rang Mistress to come and collect me.

I've just got the scan on Thursday then the consultant to come, so toes crossed.    

I had booked 5 days off to recover, so we suddenly found ourselves with unexpected quality time.  Number One Daughter was the first visit of the weekend, Mistress and I have been doing everything to support all three of them during these difficult weeks following childbirth.  We had a glorious day, charity clothes shopping, Mistress and N1D favourite type of shopping.  Baby strapped to N1D, we hunted the bargains, or rather they hunted I stood mute, fetching and carrying as directed.  The opportunity to be a useful submissive was good for me, a little boring after a couple of hours, but that's the way the cookie crumbles.  We dined at a local hostilely, N1D breast fed openly in public.  Now here's a terrible confession when She first started doing this I struggled with it, not Her fault or problem, mine and mine alone.  I have taken time to feel comfortable with the situation and I am now at ease with it.  I was somewhat on edge in case while in the pub some dick complained or even worse starred.  Fortunately no one did either and N1D had a great day, She really need special days at the moment.  

Mistress was pleased with me and later during the weekend we played.  Now here another terrible admission, the play went wrong.  It does sometimes, even after all the years we have the odd failure.  I'd choppesd (talked and talked), Mistress hadn't managed to get me into 'Play Submissive Mode' which is different to'Normal Submissive Mode' afterwards I was flat and unhappy.

Now here's the big question, would you tell your Mistress you were unhappy?

What do you think I did?

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Chapter 5

Chapter Five 27/04/15

David's mouth dropped, how did she know?  They sat facing each other in total silence, David could hear the annoying tick tick of the plastic ,once white ,wall clock, he was completely dumbfounded.  She stared into his eyes, unblinking, calm, patient.  He couldn't break her gaze, he just couldn't.  A plate was unceremoniously bashed onto the table, dissolving the spell.  Sue grunted something and retreated to the kitchen.
"Well are you going to shoot me or eat that" She asked, then added "You're really going to eat that?" In a surprised questioning tone.
With the moment gone David felt the Browning in his hand under the table move downwards of its own accord so that it's muzzle was pointing at the crumb covered tiled floor.  He looked down at the food before looking back at her, he still did not know what to say.
Finally he sighed then rested the gun on the seat, picked up a fork and began to eat, Emilia watched him with some amusement before speaking. "Well that's the first bright thing you have done this week, let's see if you can make it two shall we?.  I want a detailed account, no more "no no it wasn't me" ok?"
David nodded and went through the break-in.  He explained how he'd fried the alarm, how they had they moved the car-parts, what happened when the alarm went off.  He missed the paling of her face when he mentioned the scar on the forearm.  He was clear that it looked like a skull and crossbones without the skull.  He even mentioned the fruit bouncing everywhere and the look of hate on the Warriors face.  By the end of his tale he was convinced that he had told her the whole story.

Mistress Blackstock drummed her fingers on the table and then demanded to know where he had got the job and plan from.  David thought about trying to fib but he just couldn't manage it.
"It was Joe, owns the yard" he indicated towards the yard with his fork, a stubby morsel of greasy sausage that was on the utensil fell off, bounced twice on the table and fell to join the other older staler treats below.
Emilia shook her head slowly and the looked him fully in the eyes again, holding him there in mid munch. "Joes dead, drowned Thursday afternoon or early evening, the Police say it was suicide but I guess the autopsy will show murder, he didn't seem the type to want to kill himself, right?"
A shaken David agreed, Joe's dead, could he take anymore he thought.  There was worse to come.
"You know that the three Scots were going to kill you?, my guess they killed Joe" She continued slowly; making sure the words sank in.  Looking into David's horrified eyes she told him that Calum had lasted longer than the other two, so that all her attention were finally focused on him.
She enjoyed explaining that as she cut off the end of his penis he begged to die.  Emilia licked her slim ruby red lips at that point, recalling the sounds and smells of fear and suffering, the half mutters, rants and tears, music to her ears.  Explaining further she told him that Calum had said that the three men had been sent down from Glasgow by their big underworld boss, strangely Calum wouldn't give up the mans name. They were to meet Joe and get him to get someone to help them to do the job.  Just before he died he mentioned that you were to die that night, but as it had all gone wrong they thought that they should get instructions first.  Of course I got to them an hour after they left the yard.  "Didn't you think it was strange that Ahmed had a set of keys to the padlock on the gate?" She asked.
David chewed while he thought about it "Yes, now you mention it; it is, poor Joe, he was a great guy you know.  He was my friend" David affirmed.  He felt that he should be more upset, gutted but he had run out of emotions, he was still numb.
Mistress Blackstock looked at David and shook her head again, frowning before stating "If he was so good to you why did he set you up with those three thugs?, of course I don't know for sure they killed Joe, the last one choked on his cock and died before I got to ask!"


"This woman you saw her face, yes?" Receiving a weak nod she went on "Right let's say she did steal the cup and you were the innocent party so to say" she laughed at this. "What shall I do with you, you little thieving scum?"  Drumming her fingers again like she was playing a piano she mulled over the options before pronouncing her verdict.  "I will give you two choices, the first; you leave here and after a week I come looking and kill you.  The other is you come with me and be my slave, fully obeying me while we look for this woman.  Any time you want out or I don't need you anymore you will be brought back here and left in the position you are in now and given two weeks before I come a hunting.  What do you think boy?"  

David's head dropped, what a pair of options, dammed if he did or didn't.  "What about Cathy" he asked earnestly.
"Gone" came the harsh word, followed by."Choose now or I will choose for you"
David shrugged his shoulders, he knew he had no choice, he was not strong willed enough to use the gun, somehow or other he reasoned that what ever he did she would have her way. "Ok option two" he murmured"
"Option two please Mistress" came the swift return.
"Yes Mistress" David said, completely deflated.  He handed over the gun, Emilia took it by the barrel, glanced at it before fitting it; with some difficulty, into her handbag.

Instructing him to leave the rest of the breakfast they walked out of the cafe, David failing to open the entrance door and got told off.  As the walked over to the yard Fat Sue reappeared from the Kitchen, looking at the plate sucked her false teeth noisily and inspected the untouched black pudding, "I can use you again" she said to it as she wibbled and wobbled back the way she had come.

After a prolonged inspection of the van Mistress E was certain she now had a fuller picture of the events of Thursday night.  It was clear to some extent that David had been not so much as set up as used.  She didn't consider him blameless at all, but she now knew that she was going to have to also use him.  Kill him later she thought, long and slow, but that was for another day.  She enquired where the Skoda was, David took her to it and they drove back to the house in silence except when David asked if there was a second alarm system.  She confirmed that there was, and then explained that if the second alarm was activated it was designed to trip the main alarm; however because David had defeated the main alarm when the activation signal came instead of setting of the main alarm sounders and switching on all of the lights it had in fact tripped all the fuses, thus plunging everywhere into darkness.  Not far behind Mistresses Chauffer following in a smart new Jaguar.

On entering the garage the man who had been there the first time David had been brought in was waiting.  David watched as he threw himself into position two, flowed gracefully into position three, kissed Emilia's feet passionately before going back into position two.  Emilia held his head with both hands and bowed down planting a long, passionate kiss on his lips, they gazed into each other's eyes.  David felt awkward, out of place, clearly intruding on an intimate moment.  She then motioned her boy to get up.
Grabbing the mans hand they walked to the passage door, she gave him instructions.  "Charles this is David, he is now my slave; for now anyway, show him around and get him sorted.  If he disobeys you can break a finger or two, if it's really bad bring him to me."
Charles acknowledged his Mistress with words of reverence and love, then she left them.

They stood there looking at each other, David unsure, uncertain.  Charles looked him up and down, raised his eyes to the heavens and motioned with his head for David to follow him.
During the next couple of hours David was stripped, shaved around the crotch and had a chastity CB 2000 device fitted around his cock and balls.  He was painfully embarrassed, Charles was firm and would take no nonsense, however he was also patient and spoke gently.  It was clear he was experienced in dealing with men who were not use to this level of male intimate touching.  It was none sexual almost clinical.  David was shown where he could sleep, wash, use a certain toilet only.  A light brown China dog bowl was in his cramped room, just by the door, it had water in it, no hands he was told when drinking.  The mattress was thin and was resting on the floor, there wasn't a bed or a window.  A threadbare grey blanket was folded up.  Make sure you fold like this it every morning or Mistress will cane you, came the matter of fact warning.  David asked about eating, the reply was a simple; you will onmy now get to eat by the hand of a lady.  David didn't understand but decided to leave it for now.

During the next few days he was given relatively simple tasks by Charles, cooking, cleaning, washing the inside of the windows, work in the laundry room, clothes washing and ironing, lots of that.  The jobs; especially the ironing didn't go well at first but Charles was patient and kind, he demonstrated what and how to do each job or chore to his high standard.  Only the cooking went really well, David had a flair for it, he always had.  David tried to chat and befriend Charles, but Charles always shook his head if he didn't want to answer a question and refused to be drawn into chit-chat.  Twice a day Louise, the other lady David had seen in the Ball Room would appear with a bowl of what she called slave fodder and feed David. He had to remain in position two while she fed him with a spoon, instructing him when to chew and when to swallow.  There was at first almost no conversation; just plain clear commands from that soft Irish voice.  The first time he spilt more than he got to eat.  Initially he thought it was demeaning but as they got use to each other he found he enjoyed his time with Louise, only she would take the time to talk and be friendly.
When she chatted to him, her eyes twinkled.  She was totally different to the way she had been the first time they had contact.

He had a couple of times tried to reassert some control, each time who ever he was with would just stare at him, waiting for him to fully disobey or worse.  Each time he lost his nerve; memories of that awful day, the screaming and pleading held him fast.  He also bumped into his new owner, Mistress Blackstock a few times, she totally ignored him.

Life quickly became routine and boring, up at six; locked in his room at six. David at first was grateful to be alive, but after a week he grew restless, fed up, resentful and one other problem was beginning to get bigger; or in this case it couldn't!

Just before he was about to finally loose his rag and have a go at Charles for pointing out that David had singed a purple silk blouse; the phone in the Laundry Room rang; shortly afterwards David found himself back in the Ball Room kneeling before Mistress Blackstock and an African Caribbean lady.
Mistress Blackstock looked down at David, her eyes assessing him.  Speaking clearly she said "I cannot locate the lady you described to me, the description is not detailed enough.  The cross bones tell me which Clan she is from, but not which Coven.  That Clan is mainly based North of here in the Midlands.  Fortunately that Clans younger unmated ladies have a reputation for going to BDSM events so that they can find mates and slaves, oh and of course for other things". Pausing to take a sip of water she continued "We know that she is unpartnered at the moment as her scaring is not complete, the missing outline of the scull suggests this.  Therefore it stands a good chance that she goes to some of these events."  Leaning forward as to emphasise her point she went on. "You will go to as many clubs and events as you can looking for her, this is Mistress Amphare; she is a member of my coven, however she is also a professional Dominatrix, so not many people outside our coven know she is a member".  Once again Emilia took a sip, David had been allowed to look up wished he could have a sip too but refrained from asking, he didn't fancy a slap.
"You will go and live with this wonderful lady and learn how to behave in a club, you will find this young woman and let me know when you have located her.  Of course boy; you will accept order Mistress A gives you, she has my full permission to punish you and do almost anything to you but kill you, understand?"
David did; he wanted to protest, complain, shout that he had had enough, but kneeling there, naked before both of them he felt powerless, he just nodded resignedly.  The next second he was punched in the side of his face, it was a brutal strike, he rolled on the ground crying out while clutching his face, blood dripping from his nose.  It was Mistress Amphare who had struck, pulling him up by the hair she snarled in his face "It's yes Mistress you little bit of shit, you don't nod your head unless your gagged or commanded to silence". Getting as close as close as can be without their faces touching she resumed "I've only seen you for two minutes and I already don't like you boy, what do you think of that shithead?"
David was stunned, the ferocity and venom was so intense, blood continued to drip onto his chest and the floor, he remained quiet struggling to breath.

Grabbing him by an ear Mistress A half marched, half dragged him out of the room and down to the garage they headed towards a zippy looking small car which looked out of place with its bigger fancy cousins parading either side.  The boot was opened and he was pushed in.  The lid slammed down catching him a glancing blow.  Seconds later the car moved off, David lay there in shock, what the fuck he thought was going to happen to him now.

Time is hard to judge when your in a situation that David was in, he guessed it was thirty minutes before the car halted, it was clearly an electric car as the was no audible engine noise.  The boot opened and a brown hand appeared.  Gripped by the hair he was pulled ruffly out and marched along in a stooping position with his head forced down, out of the garage and up four flights of stairs.  They arrived at an oakwooden door, Mistress A unlocked it and letting his hair go pushed him in.
The sight that greeted he was of a Medieval Dungeon.
"Welcome to you new home slave!" said his new Mistress in a sarcastic tone.          

Chapter 4

Chapter Four 21/04/15

Saturday morning was bright and sunny, it was just before quarter to ten when David opened the cracked glass door to the Blue Bird.  Fat Sue looked up from the counter; the Daily Fascist newspaper half read.  "You owe me a fiver" Sue said slyly, then adding when no protest was forthcoming "You ran off without paying or eating"
David sighed and handed over a fiver and asked for another breakfast, no black pudding. Another fiver was demanded and passed over, David sat down exactly where he sat yesterday morning.

He thought about what had happened last night.  After Cathy had left he'd despaired; slumped in a corner playing sad songs and crying. Eventually the album ended and he sat in silence.  Finally his mind rebooted and began to tick.  If he could get through the door he could get out, the garage was next door.  Inspection the walls and floor he realised that there was no point trying to bash his way through.  The ceiling too high.  This left the door.  "Bollocks" he exclaimed, despair returning.  Just as he was going to give up he looked at the door, Mag Lock his brain shouted, Magnetic Lock.  Fitted on the inside, not the outside.  "The cheap shits" he'd exclaimed to himself.  He knew why the Mag Lock was this side of the door.

Who ever fitted it didn't know that the room was to be used as a Cell.

It was therefore natural to assume on fitting it the Engineer had expected that the valuables would be inside the room and the locks function was to keep people out.

Fitting the plates on this side of the door, that made it easier and used less materials, wallah more profit, more dosh!

David became excited, hopeful, moving the only bit of furniture in the room a rickety  wooden chair to the solid door he climbed up and inspected the lock, he could see the
off-white electric cable going into the plate attached to the frame.  He knew the other plate mounted on the door would not have any power to it.  Jumping down he grabbed the bowl removing the milky white plastic spoon and sucked it clean.  Snapping the spoon in half he tested which broken end was the sharpest. Returning to the Lock he slowly cut the outer sleeve, just as he had done the night before.  It was harder than before, he cursed not having a sharp knife or his screwdriver.  Eventually the inner cores were exposed, Red, Black, Blue and Yellow.  He knew two carried the power, the other two possible an anti-tamper circuit designed to stop him doing what he was about to do.  Cut the right wire the door would open, cut the wrong one, well it would be curtains.  Racking his brains he tried to remember the positions of the terminal connections hidden inside, he fitted so many himself.  Gently pulling on each one he surmised that the Red and Black were longer, deeper in.  He was sure the blue and yellow were the power.  Taking a deep breath he cut the Blue, the door opened an inch as the power was cut to the plate.  "Yes" he whispered in triumph.

Creeping in to the passageway he cracked open the door to the garage, he could hear voices.  A man saying "I've not been able to finish it, I need some more kit.  I promise I will be back in the morning say about nine.  It will have to stay in engineering until then, I'm sorry Mistress!"
A woman's voice replying in a Southern Irish Accent "I'm not happy, but if that's the best you can do so be it"
There was the sound of footsteps walking across the garage floor.  David flew back in to the cell, pulling the door behind him.  Holding his breath he waited, prayed.  After an agonising five minutes he took the risk, the coast was clear, also the garage was empty.  He looked around, a new intruder alarm control panel  was mounted on the wall its cover lay on the floor.  David noted that an engineer,s keypad  was dangling from the panel, the keypad displayed "Engineering Mode".  Smiling David picked up the pas and pressed keys.  A few minutes later he had put an extra user code in, guessing no one would notice.
Also he went through the program until he found out what the engineers code  was.  He saw the network card, this told him anything on the same network stood a good chance of accepting both codes.  Ensuring he left the system display as he found it he walked to the blue Skoda and checked the keys were still there, he punched the air when he saw them.  Moving to the garage door he saw that the alarm contacts were hanging loose taped together so whatever state the alarm was in it did not matter the door could be opened safely without warning anyone.  David also noticed a phone fixed to the wall by the door, next to it a phone list of all the current occupants, room phone and mobile numbers.  David pulled out his i-phone and snapped a couple of photos, he wasn't exactly sure why he did this, it just seemed something that he should do, maybe he could speak to Cathy, give her a call.  He cautiously opened the garage door using the manual over-ride.  All was clear, he could see the refitted manhole cover that he had lifted the night before.  Jumping into the Skoda he drove it out of the garage, stopping briefly to get out and shut the door, he was then away, safe, free.

He drove for five minutes or so, the traffic light as the evening headed towards its end.  David pulled over suddenly realising he had no idea where to go or what to do.  The realisation forming that she would come after him, had he just stirred the hornet's nest and made things in a way even worse if that was possible?.  "Shit, shit" he cried out banging the steering wheel with his fists in frustration.  He sat there in silence racking his brains when a thought, then a question, followed by a plan plopped rather than formed into his head.  He started the car and drove, looking, scanning the streets.
At last he had found what he was searching for and pulled over.  Putting his phone into flight mode  he then called up the photo of the phone list.  Finding the number he wanted he dialled the number using the phone in the red phone booth.  The phone rang followed by a sleepy answer.

"Mistress?" David enquired.
"Yes" She replied slightly annoyed but unsure.
"It's David, please listen to me"
"I didn't know cells now come with phones" She answered slightly sarcastically.
"I've escaped, you know, got out" David countered.
"Really! Well you can just un-escape yourself and come back now" was the snappy response.  She could feel here temper rising, She'd have someone's guts for this.
"But you're going to kill me" winged David "I didn't nick you precious cup, and I can prove it" he said quickly as she tried to interrupt him.
She enquired as to how, he replied asking about how she thought she knew all four men had entered the building.
Sighing and yawning Mistress E crossly said "Because of the shadows, you silly boy" and promptly hung up on her mobile, cutting David off in mid flow.  Her phone rang again, she ignored it and inspected her nail varnish on the finger nails.  The phone stopped, then her landline rang.  Crying out in infuriated frustration she answered it saying "If that's you again your dead"
"I'm already fucking dead" came the glum monotone reply; followed by "So why don't you want the truth than?, what you afraid of? If you won't listen I'm off to the Police"
"They won't help you" came the silky reply.
"Maybe" David agreed "But you might have problems that you would rather avoid, just tell me about the Shadows and let me have my say and I'll leave you in peace" David urged.
Sighing again Mistress E explained that looking back at the CCTV they could see the van arrive, there was a clear view of the drivers side of the van and its rear.  As the men descended the light from a damaged centre road island plastic sign was blocked and its shaft of light reappeared under the van when clear.  Yawning she made it clear that there had been initially four short periods of time when the light could not been seen.  Four men, four observations of blocking ergo etc.
David thought about it and asked "So how did Ahmed get into the back so that he could climb down?"
"Ahmed, oh the bald one who didn't want to eat his own balls" Emilia laughed gently "through the cab I expect"
David pressed on even though he thought he was about to be sick "There's no way through, so he would have to get out of the cab and get in the back, there aren't any side doors you know!.  Did you're CCTV show him getting out? No; so he didn't, so who was the fourth shadow blocker?  Ay?  It must have been the woman" David stated emphatically.
"Plus he smokes, I mean um smoked like a chimney, did you keep looking at the playback to see if he ditched a butt?" He added with some conviction and confidence.
Emilia pursed her lips and instructed him to phone back in thirty minutes before hanging up.

Tutting to herself she rose out of her bed and while slipping on a silk dressing gown; picked up the phone and dialled, on it being answered she said "Boy? Find me the man called Joe who owns and runs the car breaking business where the scum came from, bring him to me.  Oh and boy be careful my love" she said softly and hung up before vacating the room.  Twenty minutes later she was back, sitting on the side of the bed and waited.  The landline rang again. "OK David he stayed in the van, smoked and smoked almost without stopping, you have my attention, I want to see you, come here" she commanded.
"Mistress with all due respect no f-ing way" David chucked back "Your planning to hurt, torture and then even kill me"
Mistress E considered her response, she was beginning to feel very unsure about all of this, if it was lost for good it would be bad, if the wrong person had stolen it; there was a slim chance of it being more than bad.  She had to know, making her mind up she said
"At nine tomorrow I'm going to kill you"
David yelled back a "No, no I've got twenty four hours".
"At ten tomorrow you are to meet me in that Cafe opposite the yard, understand?"
"No not really" replied a confused David "How can I be there at ten if I'm dead at nine?"
"Trust me, I will give you parole for one week if you turn up, that means I won't hunt you for a week, better than me hunting you now, true?" She suggested. "Oh don't tell anyone your still alive, better if everyone thinks your dead, ok?"
David felt unsure, what should he do, with resignation he realised he had no real choice, not enough money to run, not enough skill to evade for long, he would just have to hope, and maybe even up the odds". "OK Mistress you've got a deal" he said with a tremble in his voice. "Goodnight Mistress" followed.
Emilia was surprised by this last remark but habits are hard to break so she said "Good night boy" before hanging up, getting into bed and switching the bedside lamp off.


David spent the rest of the night at a nearby customers house who he knew was on holiday, he knew where the spare key was as he had suggested the hiding place outside.  On entering he was shocked to find the alarm had not been turned on, but on reflection not so surprised, the old dear didn't really want it and had only had it to satisfy her insurance company.  Obviously she had no intention of using it.  After a better than expected sleep David showered and left, he guessed the lonely lady would never realise.  He collected the Skoda that he had parked a couple of streets away and drove to the rear of the yard.  Climbing through a small hole in the fence he tried to remain hidden while making his way to Joe's office  The door was unlocked, the office had been done over.  This amused David, he was always trying to sell Joe an alarm.  Moving the microwave revealed a smallish round hole about six inches across.  Putting his hand in he found what he was looking for.

He spent the next hour spying, checking the cafe out.  Fat Sue shuffled up at twenty to nine, opening up and switching the open closed sign round.  Eventually he realised the time had come and opening one of the unlocked gates that were normally locked when the yard was vacant; he strolled to the cafe while trying to look in all directions at once.

There he sat, waiting, tea going cold, untouched.  His tummy twisted and constricted with fear and worry.  He got mentally ready for her.  Apart from David and Sue the cafe was empty, even the TV wasn't on.  At ten of the hour Mistress E walked in, dressed as in an office suite with matching blue court shoes and a pale pink blouse.  She regarded David for a few seconds and then sat down opposite him. Sue offered coffee, Emilia nodded her thanks.  They sat in silence until the coffee arrived.  David nervous, Mistress almost amused.

"So boy are you going to give me that gun or shall I stick it up your arse" she enquired mockingly.