Chapter 1 - Alan

 

"Wow Alan, you are frisky tonight, grabbing my tits as I washed up, and now your hand on my clit with your other arm around me. I know it was where it fell, and not a deliberate action. Are you so desperate for it?" Angie asked me.

"You know me far too well Angie, I was walking down the main street, and there is a new sex shop. So I took a look inside, and, well, the shop assistant was very well developed, implants so she told me, and she was proud of them, showing me them. Honest I looked, and did not touch, although I was tempted. Well I felt I had to buy something, I mean after that display, I owed her something, didn't I?" I asked her.

"No, you belong to me, and to look is a betrayal of my trust in you, I know you, a look is never enough, for you. Were they firm, as well as being big?" she asked him.

"Yes, implants are," I said, and clammed up she had tricked me, being so casual.

"What did the, fondle, cost us?" she asked me.

"I never said I fondled them, just that implants are firm, judging by yours," I said, trying to get out of the situation.

Mine are, yes, and proud just as you like, but I know you. Now what is it to be, punishment, or the truth?" She asked me.

"That is a con, and you know it. If I said, and I am not saying that I did, fondle them, you will want to punish me. If I say that I didn't, you will want to punish me for fondling them, which I deny, so what you are saying is, you want to punish me for being good, so why be, good?" I asked her.

"Interesting, shall we say then that, if you fondled them, you will attend Mistress Pain, if not; then I attend to you, sexily, but lie to me, and then it is Mistress Severe?" She asked me.

"I looked, she was eager to show me, they were new, and she was very proud of them. She undid her blouse, and her front fastening bra, and lifted them out for me to look. She held them up the whole time, so I could not fondle them, dear. So you can tie me to the bed, and fuck the arse off me, it did have that kind of effect, making me randy for you, my dear," I said.

"I thought you may say that, so I invited both Mistress Pain, and Severe over," she told me, and smiled as they entered, and also smiled at me.

The joys of owning a dungeon, is that the dominatrix employed are eager to please, the owner, Angie.

That was how we met, I was Angie's client, and a love affair developed, we moved in together just over a year ago now, but she never let me forget that my earlier marriage broke down, because of my infidelity. She made a point of telling me that she would not leave me, but I would regret, any infidelity. I agreed to her requirements, I was a randy sod, and good in bed. I had no end of women wanting to have me, but not as a husband, just for a fuck. They were wise to my wandering eyes and cock, any cunt in a storm, was my motto. I had fucked most of the eligible females in the town, so it was no wonder women saw me as a fuck, and not a husband.

Angie was a powerful woman, and still is, our strength was perhaps what pulled us together, I was pretending to be a submissive, and she liked what she saw. Angie refused to have sex with me, a challenge I had to break down, but as she told me, dominatrix, were not prostitutes, so no. For us to go to bed together, I would have to go to another dominatrix.

I agreed, and went to Mistress Pain, as Angie recommended, then our private lives developed, and we moved in together.

It was an ideal situation, she knew my likes and dislikes, she had the boob job for me, and if I felt randy, and needed pulling back in line she knew she could rely on Mistress Pain to correct my wandering eye, problem solved.

The girl in the sex shop was different, she was well worth the look and yes, the fondle, they were so big and firm, it made my cock react just seeing them tethered in her bra, and once free, wow. They were monsters, she wanted big tits, very big, and it was her third insert, twenty one thousand pounds they cost, and to the onlooker well worth, every penny.

She had commented that her clit was a clit, just that, and nothing special, well no more than any other clit, her mount Venus was perhaps bigger, more proud.

Well a clit is a clit, as she said, but she had offered, so I looked.

We did go into the back room, and with my hand on a tit, and my tongue up her clit, I have to admit that a clit is a clit, but her tits were a very big asset. She squirted; that is how randy she was, and very soon after my tongue entered her, it was after a lengthy fingering, and fondling, I admit, but my cock never entered her.

"I demand a trial, and the court shall determine the punishment be it me, for doubting you, or you for betrayal, and I will demand the most severe punishment, do you agree?" Angie asked me after allowing me to recover from the sight, before me.

Mistress Pain was her usual self, dressed in a black leather cat suit, with a mask, making her look like Cat woman, without the ears.

She also held her usual bull whip, an item she never used, but it was reported that she could skin you with it, so don't annoy her. I have seen her take the red tip off a lit cigarette with it, without destroying the cigarette.

Mistress Severe was a new Mistress, and again she had a reputation for only taking the bravest of males into her dungeon, she was a bitch of the first order, and very capable, ex-army. Some say SAS, but that has to be proved yet, or confirmed, even so she looked the part.

As she stood there I could imagine her holding a man's head, and twisting it, breaking his neck with her bare hands. She had deep sunk eyes that looked evil, made all the worse by her dark make-up, jet black hair, tied up in a bun, with a short pony tail she could whip you with.

A bust that stood proud, held in her tight corset with bra, a slim waist, and buttocks that were firm, and full, yet not over full, just right. She had long slender legs, nice and shapely, held in tight leather pants, and to finalise the evil appearance a mask, in again black leather. She held a pair of handcuffs, she did not need a weapon; her hands were her weapon.

"Y-Yes, what, a trial, how, when, where?" I asked once again shocked.

"Now, at the dungeon, and as the accused, you will be taken there in handcuffs, I will prosecute, and you will defend," she told me.

"A-And the jury; your dominatrix I suppose, I demand a fair trial a mixed jury of unrelated people," I demanded.

"It will be, but because of the lifestyle we have, they will be mistresses from other dungeons, therefore not on my side, and purely unbiased. They will know nothing of the case, before the trial, and sit in judgement," Angie said.

"No, they will know you, and your dungeon, so they will be biased," I said.

"No they will not, I have worked elsewhere, and I have asked some of the previous owners of dungeons I have worked in, if they will form the jury. They do not know where I work now, some asked me to leave being too severe, others did not want me to leave.

If you are found innocent, then Angie will take twenty four strokes of Mistress Pain's cane. If you are found guilty, there is a range of punishments ranging from the same as Angie for an ogle, to six months under me, if you fucked her, and if that is the case be afraid, be very afraid," Mistress Severe said.

"Do you agree to the trial and punishments, if found guilty, I have already said that I do?" Angie asked me.

"You only face her cane, I have no idea what, I face," I argued.

"Yes, you do; you get the same as Angie, as long as it was only an ogle. Are you afraid, because it was far more than an ogle, when you said that is all, it was? How confident are you that your actions will be found out, if they were more serious than, an ogle?" Mistress Severe asked me.

"I am very confident, because it was a look only," I said confidently.

"Well put your hands behind your back, and I will cuff them, and take you to the cell for the night, before the trial tomorrow, as an accused prisoner," Mistress Severe said.

I put my hands behind my back, and she cuffed them, they took me out the back way, so that I was not seen, and put me in the back of the car. They drove me to the dungeon, and again led me inside from the rear of the premises, not to be seen, and put me in the cell, then locked the door, and removed the cuffs as I am sure the police do, it was all very correct, in that way.

Mistress Severe pulled a chair up, and sat down facing the cell.

"Unfortunately we do not have an interview room, so I will do it here. What is your name?" She asked me, and I told her, and my address, and my date of birth, all very correct.

"Now we know that you went to the new sex shop on the high street, you admitted that, and to ogling the shop assistant, what I want to know is what else, did you do? To confess will mean a short trial, and I am sure a lesser sentence, especially when I tell the judge that you co-operated. So what else, happened?" she asked me.

"It is all very correct, except I do not have a lawyer, and I have not been cautioned," I said.

"It was agreed that if the prosecution did not have a lawyer then the defence didn't, making it equal, and fair. Would you like me to get a prosecution lawyer, to prosecute you?" She asked me.

"OK, OK, I agree no lawyers. I have nothing to say, except that the accusations are trumped up, I am innocent," I said bluntly.

"Ah, your dinner, burger and chips from the cafe next door," she said, and got up as Mistress Pain delivered the meal.

A night in the cells is just that, apart from the fact that there were no drunks to disturb my sleep. Then again there were anguished cries of pain from the actual dungeon. It was music to my ears as it were, every client who entered added to our income, so to hear them I was happy with.

The night passed, and I was fed breakfast again, from the cafe next door, bacon and eggs as a sandwich.

By ten o'clock I heard the noises of people entering, they made sure I knew they said nothing about the trial, as they assembled. I realised that they had put microphones in the dungeon; the room to be the court room, and a loud speaker in my cell. It also made sure I heard the anguished cries of their clients last night, making me sweat in fear of being found guilty.

I knew I was, but could bull and bravado, get me off, lightly?

I was escorted to the courtroom in handcuffs, and put by a table to one side. To my left and behind me, there were two rows of chairs, now occupied by the jury, I assumed. Before me was a large table with a chair behind it, and one to the side. The chair behind it was vacant ready for the judge I assumed, and to my right sat Angie, the prosecution. To her right, next to a door, stood Mistress Pain, she was very erect, and officious looking.

"Please stand for Justice, Mistress Anguish," she announced.

A woman entered wearing the gown of a judge, I looked around, and realised that I was the only male in there, all the others were dominatrix. Fair and honest, like hell, they were all female, and would support a female, every time.

"This court is now in session," she said sitting down, and banging the gavel down.

"I object to the jury, it is made up entirely of females, making it unfair, your honour," I said.

"Officer, will you see as to what has happened to the two masters we organised, Master Strict, and Master Cane, I agree it is still not fully balanced, but the jury knows the verdict must be unanimous, if it isn't, then you will be found guilty of the lesser crime of ogling the female, to make sure it is, fair," the judge told me, and Mistress Pain, the officer, left the room, and returned a moment later.

"Your Honour, the Masters have arrived, and there has been an accident, which delayed them, and they apologise to the court for the delay. The accident occurred in a dead spot, and they could not let us know about, the delay," Mistress Pain told the court officially.

A moment later they entered, and sat down, after bowing to the judge.

The lady sat at the end of the table, the judge sat at, stood and turned to the room.

"The accused is accused of gross betrayal of their word, telling their partner that they would not look at another woman when they moved in together, yet they ogled a female. The court is to decide if it went further than that, and the defendant lied, as well," she said, and sat down.

"Thank you; prosecution your opening statement, please," the judge said.

"I will prove beyond any doubt that my partner did ogle the female, and then continued to sexually stimulate her, until she had an orgasm, making it a far more serious offence, and then did come home, and lie to me, increasing the severity of the crime," Angie said, and sat down.

"Defence please make your opening statement?" The judge asked.

"Your honour it was a fleeting moment that I regret, a mistake made in the heat of the moment. I admit looking at the well formed, and over sized breasts, after her third implant to increase the size. She undid her blouse, and removed her bra, faced with them exposed; I looked, and then turned away. It was a fleeting moment, which as I said, I regret, it went no further," I told her.

"Prosecution, please go ahead and prove, your allegation?" The judge asked her.

"Your Honour, I call the female in question, to the stand, Miss Abigail Brown," Angie said, and Mistress Pain then called out for her. I was surprised that they were being so accurate with procedure.

The busty woman entered, and took the stand; it was a low stool she stepped up onto.

They began with her name and address, and the oath again as per court proceedings.

"Miss Brown, will you tell the court what happened at, or about, one pm, on the seventh of April, yesterday, in fact?" Angie asked her.

"I was just about to close for lunch when a man entered, and started to look around, it had been a quiet morning so I decided not to close, in the hopes he would buy, something.

He spent a moment or two looking at dildos, and then looked at me.

"Boy those are big, very, yes very nice, full, round and firm, lovely, are they real?" he asked. "Yes," I said, not all mine, but you wouldn't know would you, implants," I told him, they are very nice aren't they?" she asked.

"Well he said that you wouldn't, and asked if he could feel at them, being so round and firm. I was embarrassed, but he seemed so genuine, and asking more clinically, rather than as a randy male, so I undid my blouse, and opened the front fastening bra, and allowed him to feel at them," she said.

"Excuse me, but we need to be sure, and accurate about this. He asked, to feel at them, you are sure aren't you that he, asked?" Angie asked.

"Yes, and I can prove it, the shop is covered by CCTV with sound," she said.

My heart sank, she had a recording of me asking her, dam.

"Your honour, if I may, I will play the recording later, after we have heard Miss Brown's evidence?" Angie asked the judge.

"I will allow it to be played later, continue please, Miss Brown?" The judge asked her.

"Well he fondled then, and then asked if I had, had my clit enlarged? I said that I hadn't, 'a clit is a clit,' I told him. He then asked to see it. I am feeling randy by this time, with his hands massaging my breasts, to be accurate he was massaging one, and sucking on the other. So I was getting heated, you know, worked up, feeling randy. So I didn't stop him when he slipped a hand in my panties, and began to massage my clit. He then slipped a finger in, then two, three, and so on until he was fisting me. We were in the back room for privacy; again the room is videoed with sound.

I should point out that I own another shop, and I was sexually assaulted in that one against my will, so I put extra security in this one, that is why there is the CCTV all over the shop, with sound.

When he went down on me, and stuffed his tongue up, I was so worked up I didn't stop him, I needed the release his tongue would give me. It was not an assault; I willingly let him, needing the release.

Well when he put his head up my skirt, I threw my head back enjoying the attentions, until I had my orgasm, and crushed my breasts riding the orgasm, I squirted, and as asked, I have brought my panties from yesterday so that if you wish you can have them examined, they are full of my squirt," she told the court.

"Your honour I have no further questions, and I can show the video now if you so wish, or later, as you wish?" Angie asked.

"I think the defence should now cross examine, before the undeniable proof you offer, or a change of plea?" she asked me.

"Miss Brown you do know this is not a real court, but the laws of a real court still apply, and perjury can carry a prison sentence, or I presume here, the cane, for lying.

You said that I asked to feel at your very nice breasts, I remember it differently, you were very proud of them, and offered to show me, which is it?" I asked.

"I hope they castrate you, for calling me a liar. You asked, and I can prove it," she said angrily.

"In the back room you say that I entered you uninvited, shall we say, yet you admit to being so worked up you needed, the release. I say you pushed my face into your groin, making me suck you off, licking you, in fact I say that you, forced me. Demanding that I do it, and threatening me with violence," I shouted at her to unbalance her, I had to break her.

"I did not, you made all the moves, on me," she shouted back at me.

"You have a video, I have photo print, a means to edit and copy. You had a different man in, and then edited my face onto the video to make these false, allegations. What have I ever done, to you?" I asked her.

"You mean, apart from having oral sex with me, nothing," she said flatly.

I thought and thought, this was not going well, and I had no witnesses. To make her out to be a slut that, is what a defence lawyer would do.

"Have you always worked as a shop keeper, and in the sex industry?" I asked, groping at straws.

"Objection, what has Miss Brown's prior life got to do with yesterday?" Angie asked the judge.

"Well defence, what has her past life got to do with yesterday?" The judge asked me.

"If I may your honour, just one or two more questions, to show the court, the woman?" I asked.

"I will allow you one more question," she told me.

"Is it true that you sued a man for assault, and the charges were dropped, because he was innocent?" I asked her.

"It is true that because the police failed in their duty. I brought a case and lost it, not because he was innocent, because his lawyer was better than mine. He assaulted me, hence the cameras in my new shop, I am not a prostitute, just a business woman," she said.

"Thank you your honour," I said, and sat down, had I created enough doubt for them to find me, not guilty?

"Thank you, you may step down," the judge said, she left, giving me a nasty stare as she walked out.

"I call Mistress Severe," Angie said.

She also took the stand, and gave her name, and address etcetera.

"Please tell the court what you do for a living, and what you did before the profession you have chosen now?" Angie asked her.

"I now educate males in good manners and etiquette, when escorting a female. Before, I was a red cap in the army, military police," she said.

"As a military police officer, were you ever put in a position where you needed to secure evidence, and ensure it had not been tampered with?" Angie asked her.

"Objection your honour, what has this history lesson got to do with this case?" I asked.

"Your honour, I am establishing the witness's credentials, which apply to this case, once I start with those questions," Angie said.

"I will allow it, continue," the judge said.

"I was involved in a murder case, and as the sergeant in charge, I secured the evidence, logged it, and made sure it was correct when given in evidence, in court," she replied very correct, I could imagine her giving evidence in a court of law.

"Were you asked to secure the tapes that have been mentioned in this case from the sex shop?" Angie asked her.

"I was on my lunch break, and walking in an easterly direction down the high street, when I noticed the accused leaving the sex shop. He looked flushed, and I decided to enter the shop, and enquire why he looked flushed, in case he had been assaulted. I was informed that he had enjoyed oral sex with the woman. It required my skills as an interrogator to get her to talk. I then asked if she could prove her statement, and she offered me the video tapes.

I copied then directly from the machine onto a new memory stick, one I had purchased next door in the video shop. I have the receipt to prove the purchase. I then sealed the copy, and asked the female to sign across the seal to prove it was a true and accurate copy directly from, the machine. The seal has yet to be broken on both envelopes, and they have not left my possession since taking the recording," she said.

"Your honour, I would now like to show the video recordings, and enter them as evidence. If Mistress Severe would be so kind, as to take them out, and hand then to the judge, to prove that the seal has not been broken, and then, play them?" Angie asked.

"If you will hand me them, please, Mistress Severe?" The judge asked her, holding out her hand for the envelopes.

She stepped down from the stand, and walked to the judge, and offered her the envelopes to open. The judge looked carefully at the envelopes, and made the point of checking the seal, and signature.

"I verify that the seal has not been broken, please show them to the defence before, opening them?" The judge asked her.

Mistress Severe handed them to me unopened, and I looked at the seal.

"I ask how, can we be sure that these were sealed when she says they were? Anyone can copy the video, and change the face on it, and then seal it, and date it. They can then ask the woman to sign it, the fact that these are signed is not proof, is it?" I asked.

"Perhaps not, but this one is. It shows me copying the tape, and then signing it, and the woman. It also has a date, and time stamp, it is indisputable. Admit your guilt, and take your punishment," Mistress Severe said.

"Please, Mistress Severe, you are not here to judge, the jury is. Do not make closing statements; that is the job of the prosecution. Your job is to give evidence," the judge said.

"I apologise to the court for my error, the tapes your honour," she said handing over the tapes.

The judge opened them, and handed them to the stenographer, who played them.

Wow, wow, what an erotic show they were, as she undid her blouse, unfastened her bra, and then lifted them out, just as I remembered it in slow motion, it was her uneasiness that made it appear in slow motion, but it enhanced, the eroticism. Then there was a break, as we made our way into the back room, where I massaged her breast, and sucked on the other one. The look in my eye as I got to work on her was evil. I knew dam well what I was doing, getting her so worked up, so desperate for relief. It showed my hand going up under her dress, and into her panties. Perhaps I should have used the leg of her panties it wouldn't have been as graphic.

She was moaning loudly as I fingered her, her panties were wet, but that didn't show. The actions of my hand did, she was making sure there was no doubt that if she was assaulted again the police would prosecute, with so many camera angles.

There must have been one on the floor looking up her dress, it showed my head going up, and me pulling her panties down, then my head hid her clit from view, as I started to give her oral.

You know what they say about the money shot, well when she squirted that was, the money shot, and it was shown in detail, her squirt, and then it running down my chin, onto the floor. If I had been a fraction further forward, then it would have been all down my shirt. I was pleased about that then, but now it was the noose around my neck, as Mistress Severe had said, the evidence was, indisputable.

She then showed the other video of Mistress Severe taking the copy, and both of them had the time stamp and date on them, indisputable.

"Prosecution, do you wish to offer any more evidence in this case?" the judge asked.

"No your honour, but I would like to say how disappointed I am in my partner for his betrayal, and lies. I therefore ask that he be given the most severe sentence, your honour?" Angie asked.

"Is that, your closing statement?" the judge asked.

"No your honour it isn't, but it is the end of my evidence," Angie said.

"Good, we will now allow the defence to bring forward any witnesses, they have," the judge said.

"I do not have any, there were no witnesses just her word the word," I began.

"I did not ask for closing statements. I asked if you had any witnesses, do you?" she asked me.

"No your honour," I said.

"Then if you are ready with your closing statements the prosecution will speak first, as is expected," the judge said.

"I have very little to say your honour, the witness was articulate and factual, the video was irrefutable, clear and concise evidence of the crime, committed. There can only be one verdict, guilty as charged, and of all crimes. I have proven beyond any shadow of doubt that the accused did have a sexual encounter, and not as they pleaded, just an ogle. They had intercourse with the female, oral, or with a dick; it is still intercourse, and I ask that they be made to pay for their crimes, with a guilty verdict," Angie said, and sat down.

"Now is when you make your closing speech," the judge told me.

I stood up, "I am shocked that it even went to court, it is a gross betrayal of my partners trust in me. The video can be faked, as we all know. The person collecting the evidence is in the employ of my partner, and will do, as asked. The female giving evidence is well known for bringing false allegations. Where is the undeniable proof, every bit of evidence, is unreliable. None of the evidence is viable, or reliable. There is only one verdict that of, not guilty," I said, and sat down.

"I must now direct the jury, it is never an easy task, the woman has been proven to bring allegations which were, suspect. I am not saying that they were false, just suspect. The video evidence is definitely not suspect, as far as I am concerned. If you are not sure, I know of a male who checks videos for a living, in a forensic way. I will ask him for a favour, if he will make sure it has not been tampered with.

The accused will remain in jail until it has been checked, and it will mean that with luck it can be checked to-night, and the result can be given tomorrow. We will recess till then, being the one piece of evidence that will clear or convict the accused, I feel we must have it checked, thank you. We will resume at ten am tomorrow, case adjourned," the judge said, and banged down the gavel.

Mistress Pain came over to me, and put the handcuffs on, and led me back to the cell, where Mistress Severe came over to me, and smiled at me.

"Hello slave, get used to it, you ingrate. I did not tamper with the tape. I did not need to, it shows you perfectly, and when you are sentenced to my custody, you will regret calling me a liar, and a cheat. I may even increase the pain for the woman you called a liar, fear me. I have no mercy, which is why they asked me to leave. Very few males can take the punishment I, dish out," she told me, and walked away.

I was fed lunch and dinner, and the rest of the time I sat in my cell listening to the anguished cries of their clients, and the sound of cane on flesh, it stirred me. I somehow envied them, but perhaps not to the same degree they seemed to enjoy. It went quiet, and I was left with just the night guard, another of the dominatrix who worked out of our dungeon.

She again was fuckable, but I saw little of her, she used the next room, the one I would have to go through to get out. Apart from the fact that I was locked in the cage, and I knew it was solid, I built it. There was only one way out, and that was through the open door.

I ate my breakfast, and felt the pangs of fear; it had not gone well for me, I felt the judge was on the side of the prosecution, which I must say, did have the much stronger, case.

They came for me at ten o'clock, and the room was the same with the jury, and all were in attendance this morning. The prosecution was sat at her table, and I was sat on my chair, Mistress Pain was in her place, and as officially looking as yesterday.

Mistress Pain announced the judge, and we all stood, she entered, and sat down in her chair, and banged the gavel down.

We sat, and she pulled out from a sealed envelope she had with her, a piece of paper.

"Dear Mistress, having examined the video, and I can find no evidence, of tampering. The facial features are clearly defined, on poor tampering there is a halo effect, or a line around the face, these were both missing, another sure sign is the light. It is very difficult to get the lighting of the subject perfect, in relation to the lighting of the photograph. My equipment can detect a nought, point nought one degree difference in the lighting of the subject, and the background image, had the either of the subjects been superimposed on the picture, then that would have shown up.

It is my opinion, and that of my colleague that the video was as taken at the time of it being taken, there are no signs of tampering, at all. The letter says, and then just asks me for a copy. He will suffer for that the next time he visits me," She said, "I have no option, but to direct the jury to accept the video evidence as fact, which means that the witness's statement must also be correct, and there is no evidence, to the contrary.

You may now consider your verdict," she said, and banged down her gavel, and stood up.

We all stood while she left, and then the jury. Mistress Pain came over, and once I was handcuffed, she led me to the cell, to await the verdict, as if they needed to discuss anything. Then judge had told them to find me, guilty.

They gave me lunch, and then about half an hour later I was taken back into the court room, to hear the verdict.

"I must warn you that we will not accept a hung jury, or a majority verdict, it must be unanimous, have you reached a unanimous, verdict?" she asked the jury.

"We have, and thank you for the lunch, it was delicious, the jurors asked me to thank you, as the foreman," one of the women said, standing up.

"What is the verdict of you all?" The judge asked.

"We find the defendant guilty of all charges," the forewoman said.

"Do you have anything to say before I pass sentence on you?" the judge asked me.

"It is as I expected, with ten of the jury female, all you have done is waste two days with a mock trial, females will never support a male over a female, I was lost before it began," I said.

"Your honour may I speak," the forewoman asked.

"Yes," she said.

"It may interest the defendant that it was a male member of the jury who convinced us that oral is, and can only be described as, intercourse, with the male tongue entering the female's vagina. Strictly it isn't, the dictionary says that it is a means of reproduction, with the male penis entering and thrusting in the female vagina. So it was not intercourse, but seeing as the female in this case squirted, and therefore had an orgasm, we decided that a form of intercourse had, taken place," she informed the judge.

"I agree, and therefore sentence you to penal servitude. Can you ask Mistress Severe to join us?" The judge asked Mistress Pain.

"Ma'am," Mistress Severe said entering.

"I am disgusted at the defendant, they show no signs of regret at their actions, and they have continually lied to the court, and now insult it. I am finding them guilty of contempt of court, and the crimes they are accused of. It falls upon me to find a suitable mistress, to administer the punishment. Are you willing to take the challenge on?" the judge asked her.

"If it pleases the court, I would be honoured to, and Mistress Pain has asked if she can assist, as I offered to assist her, if she were asked," Mistress Severe said.

"I accept the offer of both of you, thank you. You will take the defendant from this place to a secure place, and administer the punishment as seen fit by your good selves, and the injured party. It will be tempered by my agreement, to the suffering, it will receive. It will be held there for no less than six months, and it will begin its pains with twelve strokes of the cane, delivered tomorrow for the contempt of court. These are for the contempt only, and are not to be counted in with any decided as punishment for its crimes. Are you still willing to take the case?" The judge asked her.

"Yes your honour, I presume we need to focus our training on two things, the treatment of a female, and telling lies, with honesty and integrity, as part of the telling of, lies?" Mistress Severity asked.

"My sentiments exactly," the judge said, and I was put back in the cell.