Prologue

 

The house had once been a school; it is located on the outer fringes of a small town, a town that had expanded somewhat over the ensuing years. We have about eight and a half acres of walled in land, which offers total privacy. Nowhere are the grounds overlooked, the walls are brick and the gates high, electronic and watched over by cameras, offering a very restricted opportunity to anyone that wishes to look inwards to my domain.

It has been three years since I relocated our Bondage Domination Sadomasochistic or 'B.D.S.M,' services to this location out of necessity, services my business provides to selected clients. It has been nearly six years since my mentor Lesley had passed on along with my half-brother, her slave. During that time dear readers much has happened; the business has expanded with new horizons added to the services we, that is my staff, and I, are capable of supplying.

I have been gifted a new diary to replace the lost and later recovered, thanks to some fortuitous meeting by Mai in a shopping centre, and given to me by my staff as a birthday present.

 

The Ongoing tale's can be found in:

Madam In Attendance, Madam In Attendance 2.

& Madam In Attendance 3,

Published by Pink Flamingo Publications.

 

By S. M. Ackerman

It is my intention to continue mostly in the same way, as previously, so this will contain our personal stories in detail, covering our lives and living. Following the successes of the previous diaries after publishing, the third instalment has been compiled and released. Clearly as you are now reading book 4, all I can say is I hope that you have read and enjoyed the three previous books.

 

I was young and inexperienced when a now deceased Madam took me under her wing; I had a natural ability to dominate, which she had recognised. I was inducted into the running and service providing of her established but understaffed business, from there on, I thrived. I inherited, quiet shockingly and unexpected by the sudden death in a car accident of Madam Lesley and my half brother, not only the business but also the total responsibility for the staff and slaves within it. This eventually led to two conclusions.

The first was my being the only true dominatrix and therefore my being over worked; the second being that to expand the business required relocating it to a larger, better suited location. This happened nearly three years ago with the help of a man who sold himself into slavery, and other friends of the business and my deceased mentor and myself.

I inherited total responsibility for a female slave called Clair, an oriental very refined lady called Mai, who acted as greeter and has a great wit and understanding but can be manipulative in positive but well meant ways. Her ability to become a true dominatrix is curtailed by the simple fact that she does not like to touch slaves or strangers in anyway. As with all problems in life we found positive ways around and usefully ways to accommodate her quirks, as will become clearer later on. Then there is Paul whose addition I personally oversaw, he is the male who introduced me to this ex-school and then helped arrange its purchase and later became one of my personal staff slaves.

Next I added the new member of the domination team, she is called Ria and has been incredibly successful and a fast learner as well. She has a few idiosyncrasies of her own but I can deal with them as they appear.

Alison joined us via a purchase agreement with Mrs Allott, a long-term friend and service user. Alison has thrived both as a female personal slave to me and as a dominatrix to the business, she having taken total control over our slave kennels. Yes, we offer residential slave kennels to our clients, to ease their lives by having a safe secure and suitable place for dominants to deposit their slaves. Safe in the knowledge that they will receive everything that might be desired by their owner.

There is one other major player in this my tale, that is Mrs Allott our benefactor and the friend who has repeatedly helped us through the shocks that life has thrown at us. Her husband runs a print business, and is a natural submissive and client to my business, as well as being the perfect source for all of our printing.

There you have it: myself as House Madam, Mistress Ria is my second in command, our greeter Mai, our kennel Madam and also my personal slave Alison, and two other slaves. There is also Jan who is our gardener and stepsister to Ria. She also used to be known as Jim, but that all changed when she accepted the offer I made to her. She lives with Lois, Ria's mum and Jan's stepmother. Lois and Jan share the gatehouse and are building a business addition in the form of a farm shop for the public. Finally there is a very long list of clients, who require a wide and often puzzling, but always entertaining list of services.

I will take this opportunity to point out that, 'we are not a brothel in the traditional sense', we do not under any circumstances sell sex or sexual relief. We instead provide a service to submissive and or masochistically inclined clients, in the form of domination and punishment as suits their needs, Only!

So dear reader you have a basic outline of our world, from here on everything you read is our reality.

 

This book starts where book 3 finishes and continues the tale of the party and its alterations to the lives of some of the participants.

 

A Note From The Author.

Because of the complexity of certain situations, liberties have had to be taken with time and dates for clarity and to add to the enjoy-ability of the reader.

 

Chapter 1

 

Mystic Mai, the houses greeter looked over towards their birthday boy and nodded. He is sitting as he always had to be in his electric wheelchair talking to Madam and Ria, whilst admiring the caged art work that Mai had provided for their and his entertainment. Mai knew that he would want to go and have a closer look at the bound naked woman locked in the stocks at the end of their garden lawn, but first she noted that Cindy his PA, friend and much cared for companion is looking across at Mai with a questioning look in her eyes. Mai knew that she wanted to talk to her and wondered what is passing through her warped thoughts.

Madam was explaining about the art work in the cage, telling the professor their birthday boy, or honoured guest as Madam thought of him, how it was all down to Mai that the slaves had been provided to create such visually stimulating image's between them.

"Would you excuse me for a second madam I would very much like to have a word with this inventive lady of yours."

Madam smiled, then she shooed him off towards Mai, who had noted what is happening and stepped away slightly further from the few milling guests and friends still remaining in the garden. Mai thought he would want her to show him the stocked woman, she was for a change wrong; the professor had something else on his mind at that moment.

"A wonderful display Mistress, I have been wondering about the metal doors and passage way located in your office and wondering how they are used and why?"

Mai Looked down at the professor meeting his eyes as they looked up at him, so she had misread his interests or so it would seem. She explained quietly how slaves or clients arrive and she strips and prepares them for Madam in line with Madam's' wishes. Then they are locked in the cage formed by the twin gates to await their fate.

Michael Kreg 'the professor' as most people knew him and one of the worlds most eminent research scientists nodded. Picturing such slaves waiting caged before the seated Mai who has just humiliated and taken total control over them and in such a simple, effective and easy way.

"I thought it might be something like that, I am wondering if you would do me a favour and add one final touch of magic to what has been an incredible birthday. I would like to give Cindy a gift of sorts before we leave."

Mystic Mai was back on form, she understood exactly what the professor is requesting, the only thing she did not know is how far and how humiliating he wants his gift to her to be. She is quite surprised when he clarifies his intent, it posses Mai no problems and she readily agrees with his request.

"If you will excuse me for a short time I have something to deal with that clearly needs dealing with."

Mai stepped away. As the professor turned his wheelchair he saw the stocks and without thought flipped his chair control forward and rolled towards the bound and beaten woman secured out there, currently being ignored.

As he arrived the woman flew in to a paroxysm of pain driven arousal triggered by a simple button being touched by Cindy, she had noted with a smile her professor's interest in the slave contained and added to his enjoyment by pressing the punishment button located on the table above the other art work caged slave.

The button triggered twin electric discharges into the groins of each of the art pieces Mai had installed. The shock made one dance and the other rattle her cage. Mai watched Cindy as she smiled and looked across at the activity she had created and the entertainment she had provided as a memory for her professor. She hoped that he enjoyed the little dance the woman was putting on for him.

She pressed the button again hearing twin muffled exclamations, one from beneath her, one across the way but both made with real heart or should that be clit-felt woe being very evident.

Mai watched and noted the slight smile that flickered across Cindy's face as she depressed the button for the second time; Mai wondered what she is really thinking as her finger pushes down on the trigger, but then Mai forgot about her question as she had a more pressing reason for being stood next to Cindy. She had a request to try to see is made into reality, if Cindy is interested and willing.

"Would you mind coming with me, I have been asked to show you something by him." Mai nodded towards the professor and then continued. "To make a request on his behalf of you if you would be interested."

Cindy turned to face Mai and smiled, nodding her head as in the affirmative, as her mouth had suddenly gone so dry that she could not speak. She followed Mai, who had turned sharply away from her and headed towards the far door. Mai led Cindy into her office, she did something she never did and sat on her desk. Cindy stood looking at her, almost perfectly placed in the painted white circle on the floor.

Mai felt at home, Cindy felt concerned. Mai pointed behind Cindy who turned and looked at the metal garden gate arrangement. She felt puzzled and finally realised that what she is looking into and through is a sort of cage. She let her brain work and shortly understood what it is and how it is used. She found herself wondering why Mistress Mai had brought her here to show her this feature of the house, this starting point for all clients, slave or culprit.

Mai stood up; she leant close to Cindy and told her of her professor's request. Cindy froze, suddenly and with deep clarity seeing the cage in a very different light. What she envisioned is herself locked within its metal containment. She nodded again still unable to speak. Mai opened a draw and extracted a heavy collar, which she held out towards the silent compliant Cindy. The collar fitted tight around her throat lifting her head so she could not look down comfortably.

"Kneel girl!"

Mai had changed into her more normal self when she is in her greeting room, with a culprit before her waiting. Mai's tone carries a level of demand that few dare resist, an order given needs to be obeyed instantly or the concealed threat of further suffering, hidden within her tone, might become a reality for the disobedient culprit subject to Mai's instructions

Cindy complied, hastily dropping to her knees waiting and wondering what the professor has requested, but determined that whatever it might be she would comply fully; after all it is his birthday and she had brought him here to enjoy her gift to him.

Mai clipped a leather dog lead to the collar and swung open the cage door. She indicated with her foot that Cindy crawl forward. Cindy is surprised that Mai has not ordered her naked but she hadn't. She crawled forward entering into the cage area wondering what is to happen to her. He trousers, her wonderful grey trousers pulled tight highlighting what she considered to be her best asset, by tightening and shaping to her bottom. The cane and more the birch marks felt the pressure, adding to her feeling of humiliation and pleasure combined.

Mistress Mai shut the metal door with a distinctive clang followed by the thunk of a lock being engaged. Cindy knows that she is a prisoner and will remain where she is without choice until Mistress Mai or she hoped her professor are satisfied. Her groin exploded with passion verging on lust; she desperately wanted to rub her self through the grey trouser material but that would never be acceptable to Mistress Mai she knew and besides frustration is all part of the experience for her.

Mai flicked off the light and departed back outside leaving the girl Cindy to her thoughts. Madam saw Mai reappear, she had seen her depart with Cindy following her obediently to her office and wondered what is going on. She would wait, she was certain that all would be revealed, when the time is right.

The professor was parked directly behind the bound woman held tightly bent over in the stocks, revealing her all to anyone who cared to look at her. He realises that she knows someone is behind her, but he also realises that she has no idea who it is that is looking intently at her. Nor he thought would she ever know for sure, which in a way tickled his sense of justice.

He turned away seeing Mistress Mai departing alone from her office, he smiled a secretive smile, he realised what that smile meant for Cindy and himself. He hoped that he had acted correctly; after all he was still not on secure ground despite it being Cindy that had brought him here and provided such a wonderful gift for his birthday. He could and would for all of his remaining days remember in exquisite detail the vision she had presented as she was strapped down to the punishment machine and soundly thrashed.

When he later had asked her if she deserved the birch as Madam had suggested she might, she had simply nodded and said 'Yes Sir she probably did.' He had birched her with his good right arm and frankly he had enjoyed administering the implement to her bare willingly presented, beautiful curved, taught bottom. In the deep recesses of his mind he began to wonder, IF...