Chapter 1 - The Dungeon

 

The slave was naked, and he was knelt, head bowed, centrally in the dungeon, waiting patiently for his Mistress to enter, and punish him for his misdemeanors. The door opened, and she entered upright, and dressed in the attire he liked to see her in. It wasn't his first visit, he had been seeing her every month for the last six months, and now knew what was expected of him.

His gaze crept up from staring at the floor to the apparition before him. Six foot of torment and pain, her black hair pulled back tight into a bun on the top of her head, her eyes dark, and mysterious, edged in black eye liner, and a dark blue eye shadow, deep red lips, full, and inviting. A choker around her neck, on down to her bust encapsulated in the black leather corset full, and overflowing the bra part.

She wore black, fishnet stockings, and thigh length black boots so shiny that you could see your reflection in the shoe part. Her legs slightly apart for balance, a power stance, and her hands covered in the black leather gloves she wore up to her elbows, which now rested on her hips as she gazed down on her slave.

She smiled at him, and took a step forward so that she stood towering over him as he knelt on the floor humbly, wanting to look up into her deep blue eyes, but knowing that was not allowed.

"You may begin by kissing my feet, in adulation of my superior being," she told him cold, and factually.

The slave kissed her feet on top of her shoe part, two kisses to each foot as required. His hands clasped behind his back as he bent down to kiss her feet.

"What are we today slave, a bride, a school girl, a maid, or going out to a dinner party?" she asked him, not moving from her powerful position above him.

"I have tried to be good Mistress, but being a weak male, I have failed. I realise that you will have to punish me for my weakness, and as part of it, I accept that I cannot be a bride in your elegant gown, or in the lovely evening gown, you have," he said humbly.

"At last you accept that you are a weak male, and must do as told. For being honest, I will allow you to dress in normal clothes. I think a nice summery frock, stockings and a corset, but that is for later, isn't it?" she asked calmly, then in a demanding voice at the end of her statement.

"Yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress," he said still kneeling, and humbly.

"I will begin with the cane for your misdemeanours. This time prepare yourself, for the cane," she told him.

The slave got up his head still bowed in submission to her, and made his way to the box where she fastened him to it, and then deliberately walked away to the array of canes, and other implements hanging on the wall. She selected what looked like a ping pong bat, and walked back to him in her deliberate walk, erect and striding out.

She rested the bat on his backside, and then began to hit his buttocks with it. Happy with the effect she returned the bat to the array, and selected a thin leather strip, and returned to him, lengthening his mental anguish as she prepared his buttocks, for the cane.

Again she used it to good effect, bringing out redness in stripes, enlivening his buttocks. She replaced the leather strip, and selected a flogger, returning she used that on him. This was not painful as such; it was just to awaken his nerve endings so that when she used the cane on him he would feel it all the more, as his buttocks were warmed up, and the nerve endings awakened.

Next she used the paddle on him to even up the redness, and ensuring that the whole area was enlivened. After each implement, she had run her hand over his buttocks, to check if it was having the desired effect. Now she ran her hand over them gently, feeling the heat she had generated, and smiling at the bright redness of his buttocks. Fully prepared she returned to the canes and selected the one she wanted, bending several to test their flexibility, and swishing them in the air, delaying his pain, and increasing his anxiety. Every now and then she would look over her shoulder at the figure tied to her box and smile at him.

Tense and tender he lay on the box; anticipation was in his eyes as she gazed at him when she decided to look, and adding a smile to increase his anxiety.

Happy with her choice she returned to him, and rested the cane on his buttocks, he knew the rules so she didn't repeat them.

Swish, whack, the cane cried out, "One, thank you, Mistress," he said absorbing the pain quite easily.

Swish, whack, "Two, thank you, Mistress," he said, but this time there was an edge to his voice, he had felt that one.

Swish, whack, "Three, thank you, Mistress," he said.

Swish, whack, "Four, thank you, Mistress," he said, again there was the tension from the pain in his voice.

As the number of strokes increased he found it more and more difficult to thank her for the stroke, this was her indication as to when to stop, and she knew he could take the pain, but even a slave as tough as he was, had a breaking point, and she didn't want to exceed that point.

Swish, whack, "Twenty, huh, four, thank you, huh, Mistress," he said unsteadily.

"Remember, it is important that you accept that you are a weak male, and will need constant reminders of that fact, because you have been honest and told me how weak you are, and accepted the fact. I am going to let you off with just the twenty four. When I release you, you will show me just how grateful you are that I have been so lenient, on you," she told him.

"Yes, Mistress Cindy, thank you, Mistress," he said humbly.

Cindy released him from the box, and he knelt down and kissed her feet several times as she stood towering over him, finished she put the collar on him, and led him into the dressing up room where she collected his clothes for the remainder of his session, with her.

He put the clothes on she handed to him, a corset, which she fastened very tight. She put water filled balloons into the cups for his bust, stockings, a pair of panties in pink and very frilly, an underskirt, an 'A' line skirt, and a white frilly blouse. She then made his face up for him, and put a wig on his head, a curly blonde wig.

"You look very nice, as a dumb, blonde. You will now go into my kitchen, and make me a drink of coffee," she told him.

The slave did as told, and whilst she drank the coffee he knelt by her side, his head bowed, and his hands clasped behind his back, humbly.

"My cupboard in the dungeon needs cleaning, and all the implements, any dirty ones I find, once you have finished, I will use on you. You may go," she told him.

He got up, and went into the dungeon, this was again nothing new to him, but he also knew that there was a time limit, not only to his session with her, but to this task, as well, which was never long enough, just so that she could use an implement or two on him, for failing, it was all part of the game, to them.

He emptied the cupboard, washed all the shelves down, and then began on the implements inside, washing and sanitizing them, and putting them back neatly, inside.

When she entered he was almost done, but as he knew that was not good enough for his Mistress, it had to be all done when she came to check his work; she smiled at him when her gaze fell on the items left out.

"You feel you need a good fucking, do you?" She asked him, looking at the strap-on still to be put away.

"No, Mistress, please, Mistress," he said, meaning yes. He knew the safe word, had he used that, then she would have known that he didn't want her to use it on him.

"You are my slave, you do as told. Go to the box and lean on it, in readiness for me to fuck you. Expect to be well and truly fucked. It is a long time since I used the strap-on, on a slave," she told him, smiling at him.

She knew he liked it, and so did she, when she buggered her slave.

The slave leaned over the box as if in trepidation, and she fastened him to it, then she put the strap-on, on and put a condom on the dildo. She walked up to him her heels clicking on the floor as she approached him, and ran the lubricant down his crack, and making sure it lubricated his anus, slipping a finger inside. Then she put the dildo by his anus and pushed, slowly it gained entry, in and out, going further inside with each push, and then out a bit, with another push entering him slowly, but going deeper with each push.

It was all part of the game, as she extended the discomfort of the rather large dildo entering him.

Once the dildo was fully encased in his anus, she pulled out almost all the way, and then thrust back inside, right up to where her hips rested against his buttocks. Out slowly, and then back in again, in long, slow strokes. Then she began to move faster and faster until she was ramming the dildo in with effort, and now colliding with his tender buttocks, to his moans as she hit him hard, ramming the dildo in fast, and with energy.

After some time she stopped, and withdrew the dildo, she slapped his buttocks to a weak cry of pain, and released him.

"Slave, I expect a much better performance during the next month. As you realise you will never attain the standard of a female, but you can achieve a much higher standard than you have been doing. You may go, and change back into your own clothes, but first I want to leave you a reminder of your pain, to assist you to work harder to achieve the standard, I expect," she said.

Mistress Cindy walked away, leaving him fastened to the box, and then returned, and he felt something pushing against his arse hole, it was bulbous and painfully gained entry. Then his anus closed around the narrower part, and she slapped his buttocks again.

"That will not come out until you remove it. Next time you visit me, I expect you to return it with the panties you are wearing, clean. Take all the other clothes off, but you will wear the panties to go home in. Tonight before you go to bed, you may remove the butt plug, but not, before then," Cindy told him.

Cindy showed him to the door once he had removed the make-up, and changed, and then went into her kitchen for a cigarette and another coffee, whilst she waited for the phone to ring with hopefully, another client.

The doorbell rang, and she opened the door to her friend Sylvia.

"I am not interrupting anything, am I?" Sylvia asked.

"No, it is as dead as a dodo, one client today. I make enough to pay the rent, and feed me, but I don't make anything extra. Three clients this week so far, four hundred and fifty pounds, I should top the five hundred I need, but that will be it, I think," Cindy said disheartened.

"Work more intelligently, not harder. I went to one of those seminars on working, and they are right. A man goes to work for eight hours a day at five pounds an hour, he gets forty quid, he will never get fifty, but if you work cleaver, then you can get fifty, and that gave me an idea," Sylvia said, smiling at Cindy.

"Oh yes, like what? I know you, is it legal?" Cindy asked, laughing with Sylvia.

"Me, legal, what the hell are you thinking, of course not? Barbara, is a whizz with a computer, and you can tie someone up for ages without any harm coming to them. I have some money to help finance the idea, as does Carol, who is also not averse to going on the wrong side of the law.

The idea is to kidnap someone, and via the internet send a ransom note, and then via internet banking get the money. Think about it, when are the most dangerous times during a kidnap, collecting the subject, sending the ransom note, and collecting the ransom. We can overcome two of the main areas, and with good planning, which is where Barbara and Carol come in again, with their military training, we can cover that aspect, as well.

Cindy, think about this, there will be four of us, so you will get a quarter of the money after expenses. We go into it all equal, obviously whatever you spend you get back, but after that we divide the money up four ways.

Ransom two million, and you get five hundred thousand, and virtually untraceable, after Barbara has bounced the money around the globe a couple of times," Cindy said.

"I need to think about it, but surely the police have a way of tracking the money, and therefore tracing us?" Cindy asked her.

"They soon will have, and that is why we need to act now, before they are up to speed. The E-Mail we send will have been bounced through so many IPS addresses, and countries that we will be in luxury before they have located the actual computer, which we will no-longer have. Likewise with the money, we can be living anywhere on the globe, safe and secure, long before they have traced, the money," Cindy said.

"OK, count me in, we will need to get together to plan it, won't we?" Cindy asked.

"Yes, tomorrow night, eight o'clock at my place, a girl's night in, a few drinks, and a lot of planning," Sylvia said, smiling broadly at Cindy.