EXTRACT

 

Chapter One - Mr Hargreaves

 

"Good morning, Mr Hargreaves, I am Detective Constable June Whittaker. I am here to take your statement. How are you feeling?" The slim attractive blonde, asked me.

"I have felt better, no-one told me just how much gunshot wounds hurt, not funnily enough, at the time, but later when the adrenaline stops numbing, the pain," I replied.

"The whole of the town is in awe of your bravery, and respect for your actions, in trying to save, the Lord. He was a well-respected man, having done a lot, for the community. The officers, as is beginning to emerge, were bad, rotten to the core. We are investigating several convictions, that may be over turned for planting evidence, corrupt dealings, and tampering with evidence, it is a sad day for the local force. Several guilty criminals may also go free, because of their involvement, head office have sent a team in to investigate allegations of corruption, like running a protection racket, which shop keepers are now, reporting.

We do have enough for a conviction, but still need your statement, so, if you will begin at the beginning?" She asked me.

"I was walking along the main street, the direction, erm, I was never very good at that, but say up, the high street, it was up hill, slightly," I said.

"Then that would be, Easterly, OK, go on?" she asked.

"I heard a struggle say, an odd noise, and turned to look. I saw a male with a knife held high as if about to strike, so I ran down the alley, picked up a spar a two, by two, and ran at the bloke hitting his arm knocking the knife out of it, and then on the return swing, hit him over the head. He fell, and I thought I had killed him, but the man on the floor was bleeding, so I took my shirt off, and pressed on his wounds, calling out for help.

A man entered, I didn't see him, as such, just the shape, say, then another male entered, and he fired a gun, I swung around not thinking, enraged say, and hit his arm, more good luck than anything, knocking the gun out of his hand, as I did, he fired again, and shot me. As before on the return I hit him over the head, knocking him into a steel support, and he slumped to the floor.

Adrenaline is more powerful than people think, that is what I put it down to, I was shitting myself. Not really, but you know what I mean, I now had two injured people to look after. We were next to a chemist's shop, and they heard the gun shots, and came out.

"I need a tampon, and dressing, the police, and an ambulance,' I shouted to the person, can we say, that there are attributes that clearly defined the female form, some more so than others, and she was well defined, against the street lights.

She ran away, and came back with what I had asked for, she also helped put the dressings on the male, while I pushed a tampon into the guy who had been shot, to stem the blood flow, if it worked or not, I don't know, but I have seen it in a film, and thought it might. The police arrived as the first guy was waking up.

He shouted that he was a detective, showing his ID card, and said that I was the man who had stabbed the guy on the floor, the Lord. He told them to arrest me for the attempted murder of the Lord, which they did do.

Now the irony of it, I have a sexy female, interviewing, a semi naked male, who is handcuffed to a bed, kinky," I said, adding a smile.

"I am so glad you can make light of the situation, currently, you are still under arrest for the attempted murder of, the Lord. How would you like me to leave it like that, and have you transferred to the local, prison hospital?" She asked me, but she was smiling.

"Perhaps, a sexy nurse to take control, may be a better idea, then again as you just said, you are investigating the officers for corruption, so can't hold me," I said.

"Correct, but also, not correct, you see, until I have cleared your name, you will remain a suspect, and legally I can, hold you. All I have to do is delay filing my report for a day, or two," she told me, adding a got you, smile.

"Good morning, may I interrupt this, erm, this discourse? Hi, June, nice to see you, how are things?" A nurse entering my room asked.

Now she was a looker, big tits, slim waist, and legs so shapely and long, it made my cock react.

"Mary, long time no see, I am fine, working hard, and under pressure with the head office investigations going on, but coping. What we have here is a naughty boy, with inuendoes about domination, as if I, might take control of him," the detective said, trying to shame me.

"So, I heard, I was standing outside the door listening, naughty I know, but useful. His Lordship, has asked me to take care of this patient in the only way I, know how. If I may suggest that you delay the reports, and place him under house arrest, until the case has been resolved. In view of his injuries, and the fact that the Lord has asked me to be his private, nurse.

As my ex-maid you know just how capable I am at detaining males, and keeping them under lock and key, if necessary. The Lord asked me to take him to the castle, and care for him, to thank him for his efforts, although futile, I am sorry to say. A younger male would struggle, after so much blood loss, and deep wounds, to recover; he has no chance. He knows this, and accepts it is just a matter of time.

With no dependants he has changed his will in your favour. You will inherit the title, lands, and money, the lot; quite a sizeable sum, even after death duties, you will be able to retain the lands, castle, and money. The question is who, will control, you?

I am not interested in your money, I am already a millionaire, a client left me everything. I work as a nurse because I enjoy it, and as a dominatrix, because I love the control it gives me, not for the money, the enjoyment, and entertainment.

This means June, that if you can give me two days to take control of this male, then you can clear, his name. One more thing, as a Lady, I would not be able to work as a nurse or dominatrix, which means I am not interested in marrying you either, just controlling, you.

I will now leave you, and make your cell ready for when you arrive, make no mistake, you will be my prisoner, legally, compliant or not, being under house arrest, legally," she said, and smiled at me, turned, said good bye to June, and left.

"Don't worry, the fact that your statement, and that of the Lord, slipped down the back of my brief case, will only delay the inevitable by two days, forty-eight hours. Actually, I give her twenty-four hours to take control of you, and from what you have said, you will enjoy it.

Until we meet again, when I will bring the good news that you have been cleared of all charges, in what will be your new home, don't play her up too much, she likes a fight, but will, win. Believe me, and you will hurt as she takes control. Don't give it to her, as I said she likes a fight, good bye, and get well soon," Detective June said, smiling at me as she left.

 

Chapter Two

Control

The nurse gave me my lunch, and I ate it excited, but also anxious about what had been said. I was still handcuffed to the bed, as a prisoner, so her words rang out as to the delay, and being put into the hands of Nurse Jones, the Dominatrix. The Lord had employed her to care for me, and I knew she would do, yet there was the nag at the back of my mind, as to her words, she would take control of me, in what way, what did she gain from it, if not money?

Did females crave power over another human being, and just that, the power to control, or was there something, else?

The ambulance people arrived, a female and a male, they helped me into a chair, and strapped me in, a constable fastened the handcuff to the chair, and they wheeled me out into the ambulance. My injuries were not serious, in that the bullet missed any, and all organs, slicing between my skin and shoulder blade so serious, but not life threatening.

It chipped the shoulder blade, and exited below the rib cage so a chipped shoulder blade, which the surgeon fixed, and muscular damage. I was in recovery mode, rather than medical treatment, mode.

Rest, to allow healing to take place, and then exercise to rebuild muscles, later on.

We arrived at the castle, and I was greeted as a hero by the staff, they clapped, having been told not to touch me, because of my injuries.

"Ma'am, he is a hero, not a prisoner, surely, so why is he handcuffed to the chair, as a prisoner?" A maid asked.

"He was accused at the start by the corrupt officers, and as such is a prisoner until cleared, which he will be, but until the paperwork has been completed, he will remain, a prisoner. The police have no say in it. It is a legal thing, but instead of a prison hospital, they have agreed to house arrest until his name has been cleared, a couple of days perhaps, that is all," My nurse told them, and in an off-hand way, something and nothing, as it were?

The ambulance people carried me with the nurse, up the stairs, one floor then a second floor, and onto a third floor, then down a corridor, and up a twisting spiral stair case into a tower, two more floors, before entering a room at the top of the tower, where a bed had been placed, centrally.

"Peace and quiet the doctor ordered, and you will get plenty of that up here, it is secure, complying with the arrest element, and it is quiet. There will just be you and me up here, for a couple of days," My nurse beamed at me.

This was as the ambulance personal helped me out of the chair, and into bed, then they left, and my nurse sat on the edge of the bed, pulling the sheets up around my shoulders.

"Alone at last, not in the way it is usually meant, but as I, want. Rapunzel, suits you, alone in the top of a tower, locked in, unable to escape, until a maiden climbs your long hair, to rescue you, from the evil nurse, holding you.

What is she after, and I am sure you wonder, about that? Well, I will be honest with you, now we are alone. Money, no, I have more than enough of that, if ever you have, enough? Sex, not really, and it would depend on how good, you are? I do have a sex slave, but he is lacklustre, so there is an opening there, but you would have to take more than the edge off my appetite, which is all he does. Power, again no, I already control six males locally, so why add another one?

No, what I enjoy most is the taking, of control, taking a useless male, and making them, useful. After the fuck, which is as I said is lacklustre, leaving me without my, orgasm. I usually get it, as I administer the six strokes, for failing to give me, an orgasm.

The rules, very important, because it hurts, or can do. Rule one, fail, and I administer six strokes of the cane on your peachy bum. Rule two, you speak when allowed to. For now, those will do, once you are mobile, then we can add to them like, you kneel when in my presence, humbly, as my, submissive slave.

Please, do not think I will not use my cane on you while you are incapacitated; I will do.

It is now time for sleep, I will leave you to rest, but as the jailer, I will make sure you do not escape. Firstly, there are bars at the window to stop suicides, actually, but make it your, prison cell. As does the steel gate on the outside of the door. Did you see it, as we entered? Bondage, nice, we begin with the arms obviously, I can't shackle you, not with your arm in a sling, but I can put you into bondage trust me, I can do," she told me.

She gave me an injection, the room swam for a moment, and then I couldn't move, yet I saw, and felt everything.

She began by lifting me into the sat position, and propped me up, then she fastened a belt around my wrist, the one that was not injured, and placed it across my chest. Taking the belt around the back, and fastened a strap to that upper arm, fixing it. Then she fastened a belt around the injured shoulder, and pulled it into the centre, it didn't hurt, she was careful, but it immobilised my arms, all of the fastening were fixed to the broad belt, which ran around my chest. It was as if I were in a strait jacket, without the jacket. There were two long straps attached to the broad belt, she now removed the prop, and lay me down gently, and fastened the long belts under the bed fastening me down to, the bed.

She then pulled the covers off my ankles, and began again with an odd-looking belt this time she fastened the straps around my ankles, and then fed the long belt under the bed, and fastened the buckle again, under the bed.

"There now, comfortable? I know you are; I do know what I am doing. The restraints are firm enough to stop you escaping, yet will not damage your recovery. The catheter will stop you wetting the bed, and the drug in your lunch will stop you making a mess in your pants, so all problems covered. To aid sleep I think silence is in order which up here you will get, and to stop the light disturbing you, a blindfold. Finally, I will not hear you calling out, but to stop you injuring your voice box screaming uselessly, a gag.

I will close the shutters, and the last thing you will hear is the door being locked, and the clang of the steel gate also, being locked, then blissful sleep aided, I must admit, by the drug to immobilise you, while I fastened you down. See you when I decide you have slept, long enough.

Tomorrow, I will continue with your education in being my submissive slave, and remember, spare the rod, and spoil the slave; that is what I always say, good bye," she said, and left the room. I did hear the door close and lock, and the outer gate, then I lay back, unable to do anything else, and smiled.

She was perfect, I couldn't have asked for a better nurse to care for me. She already had taken control of me, mainly because I was unable to fight her, later that would change, but for now she was my ideal nurse. Comfortable, even though restricted, I went to sleep.

"Good morning, it is a beautiful day outside, allow me to remove the blindfold now slave, breakfast. I am sure you are hungry, missing out on dinner last night, but you slept right through it. This is to prop you up, while I feed you. It seems a waste of time to undo the straps, so you can feed yourself, don't you think?" She asked me, but gagged I couldn't reply, or could I?

"Manners maketh man, and a slave, I asked you a question, and expect a rely, not verbally obviously, but a reply, so lesson one," she told me, and propped me up with the frame, which ran from the bed head to my back, supporting me.

Then she put her hand in her pocket, and lifted something out. She smiled at me, and slowly lifted her hand up, leaning in, her face close to mine making me look into her bright green eyes, as she sneakily lifted her hand, unseen by me, and then I felt the crushing force of something on my nipple.

Gagged, I couldn't cry out, but I shook my head in vain, as she crushed the other nipple.

"Now slave, lesson one, you answer any question I ask, if not verbally then as in that case, with a nod of the head, or a shake, has lesson one sunk in, or shall I leave nurse nipple clamps on for longer? Do you want me to remove nasty nurse, nipple clamps?" She asked me, I nodded.

"See, it works every time; you fail, I add encouragement, and you comply, lovely. Breakfast, remember you eat, speak, and nurse nipple clamps will help you remember the rules, won't she?" She asked me, and I nodded, I didn't want those things on my nipples, again.

Perhaps, I should tell you that I was in the Orkneys, so breakfast was porridge, followed by bacon, eggs, sausages, and black pudding, with toast and coffee, I really enjoyed it, apart from not feeding myself, but I couldn't, not still tied up.

She then gave me my medicine, antibiotics and vitamins. She then removed the support, and lay me down, went under the bed, and fastened the strap again, holding me down.

"Nurse, can't I be allowed to sit up in bed, I have just slept for almost twelve hours, please?" I asked.

She stood to one side, her hands on her hips, her legs apart in a power stance, and scowling at me, "Rule one, you do not speak, nurse knows best, and you do, as told. If you want to get well, again. Now Nurse Nipple Clamps will have to make a reappearance to force the message home, won't she?" She asked me.

"Hum, y-yes, but she might take pity on an injured soldier, and not make an appearance, it is possible, isn't it?" I asked.

She said nothing, finished fastening the strap tightly. She stood, and I hadn't noticed the buzzing, but now I did, as she lifted her uniform, and removed her panties. She stuffed them in the cage of the gag, and approached me. I shook my head, it was obvious as to what she intended to do, stuff her tasty panties in my mouth, full of her love juices.

"No, please, don't, I will be, argh," I said as she gripped my balls in one hand crushing them, pushing the gag in my mouth with the other hand.

"Now, Sissy Slave Rapunzel, we have a problem, don't we? The rule is you do not speak, yet even when told this, you spoke a second time. I think Nurse Nipple Clamps may not be strong enough, and have to introduce you to Staff Nurse Nipple Clamps. Nurse Nipple Clamps are, shall we say, uncomfortable? Whereas Staff Nurse Nipple Clamps are painful, but sister Nipple clamps are very painful, wait for Matron Nipple Clamps, agonisingly painful. Be careful, I do not need to ask her, to intervene? I will only try the Nurse again, make sure I do not need to go further won't you, and yes, I need to make you understand the rules, spare the rod and spoil the slave, as I told you. Now take a deep breath, and here she comes," she told me.

Once again, lifting one of them somehow out of sight, onto my nipple, and clamping it, unseen by me, adding to my pains, and then the other nipple was clamped. I wanted to cry out, but couldn't, gagged, with her tasty panties.

Once both were clamped, she was still sat on the edge of the bed, and smiling at me, enjoying my discomfort.

"Now Sissy Slave Rapunzel, last time I just introduced you to her, but you spoke twice, and need extra encouragement to do, as told, and obey the rule of not speaking unless told you can, do. So here comes a little encouragement," she told me.

She gripped the clamps, and tugged on them, gently to her, I am sure, but not to me. There was no doubt she ruled the roost, as they say, I would be very careful in future not to speak, it hurt, as she tugged, and twisted the clamps, it brought tears to my eyes.

"Shall we check if Nurse Mipple Clamps has been successful?" She asked me, and I nodded.

"Apparently, that has sunk in, and now when do you speak, but to make it a yes or no question, do you speak without my, permission?" She asked me, and I shook my head.

"Very good, she once again succeeds in her work, now rest, you will not sleep after so long asleep, but you can digest the rules, can't you? Do not speak, and you answer every, and any question I ask. Think it over, and accept me as your owner. Accept that from now on, you are my, Sissy Slave. Put in this place to grovel at my feet, and kiss my arse.

Down to business, the level of staff means that you can just sit there, and be pampered all day, waiting on you hand and foot. Not good, I have decided that I will not replace the maid who has been accepted for training as a nurse. She will make a good one, being a caring female. The maid who is due to retire, I will not replace her, either. She is too old for you anyway, that just leaves six, sexy females, to look after you.

The old Lord was a kinky sod, and when the butler retired, he hired a female butler, a sexy, female butler, she is good. When the maintenance man retired, he hired a female, and the orgies that went on in this place were out of this world. I admired him for it, and as a slave to me, obviously, I knew all, about them. It was part of his scenario that I torture him, to find out about, the orgies.

I know more about him than anyone, and you need me, which is why he asked me to be your, Mistress. So, I could inform you of certain things, as long as you agreed to be my slave, as he was, and he paid me for the sessions, but not, a penny more.

He felt you were a good man, which was why he changed his will in your favour, rather than giving it to the community. He felt you would keep it going as he would have, and with me as your ruler, you will do," she told me.

I shook my head, trying to get her attention.

"Slave, I do not like interruptions, hence the gag, you will listen, and learn. Now, where was I? Oh yes, the estate, it is this island with his home on it, about two miles long and three quarters of a mile wide, including the castle, and towns, the lot. The rent is low, but it encourages the inhabitants to stay, and pay their rent. There is council tax, but minimal, fresh water comes from underground, and it is sufficient for the island's needs.

The only thing the council needs money for is, refuse collection, and disposal, all refuse. Keeping costs to a minimum, as I said.

On the mainland there is a forty-thousand-acre forest, and a four-thousand-acre farm, which are part of the estate.

Death duties, the first Lord allegedly, the lover of Queen Elizabeth the first, unproven, he has a royal warrant, which means that he does not pay death duties. How, or why, no-one knows, and the government are eager to change it, but cannot. Proof, if you like, of the assignation?

He was a kinky sod, and randy, six staff paid for the work; they lived in a beautiful house, and were sexually satisfied every week, a different one each night, with Sundays off.

The only difference between you, and his Lordship, is that every Sunday, you will invite me to lunch, prior to which, I will know if you failed, and administer the strokes of the cane you have earned, for failing. The staff require an orgasm, every time. He came to me for fun and games, you can do also, but on Sunday if you have failed, dread my visit, it will hurt.

On that happy note, I will leave you to rest. I almost forgot; do you have any question? I thought not, it was rhetorical anyway," she said, and left the room locking the door and gate, as she left.

I lay on the bed wondering if I had won the lottery, or inherited a mill stone in the form of a very sexy and attractive, female?

"Good morning," she said next morning.

The rest of that day she tended to me as required say, nothing else happened of interest, I lay tied down on the bed resting, she fed me, and that was it, I had learned not to speak, it hurt.

"Yesterday was a rest day for both of us, today we start your training. As every teacher does; I will test you first, to establish your levels. I need to know how much you know about the subject on hand, so shall we begin?" She asked me.

W-what was she doing, removing the catheter. and washing my cock, now she was rubbing it, and now, wow, sucking on it. That was when I noticed the buzzing noise, accepting it as preparation of her panties for my gag as before, but she pulled them off, removed the dildo, and climbed on the bed. She knelt over my hard throbbing cock, and slowly lowered down, slipping my cock into her cunt slowly, easing it in, as if it may be damaged. I knew it was not, the bullet had entered my shoulder, and exited just below my rib cage. It had not entered the chest cavity, just under the skin, between it, and the rib cage.

My cock was no-where near the bullet. Slowly she rose again, slipping me back inside just as slowly. She was smiling, thrilled by my cock filling her with its throbbing majesty.

She rose and fell twice more, before beginning to move faster, even so she made it a slow move towards the fast energetic rams, to take her over the top into her first, orgasm.

Slowly, she built up speed until she was ramming me in hard and fast, rising gracefully into her nirvana, head back, eyes closed, she rose and fell hard, bouncing almost off my cock, as she rammed me in, hard. I was fearful of her breaking my hips, she was that forceful. I lay back enjoying the action, and watching her tethered tits bouncing until she grabbed them, and squeezed them into pancakes. Crushing the life out of them, as her emotions rose to giddy heights, releasing her endorphins in a flurry of sexual gratification, when she erupted with her first orgasm.

"Huh, huh, more, huh, more," she cried, as she continued to ram my cock into her hard, and fast.

I lay back comfortably, watching her rising and falling in sheer delight as her second orgasm erupted. By now, I was getting desperate to shoot my load into the condom she had put on me, prior to sucking me off.

On and on she rode me, rising to a third and fourth orgasm, before I shot my load into the condom, and she slowed, and came to rest, but held her position.

"Huh, huh, I would normally lie on the male under me, huh, but I can't, later when you are healed, then I will, huh," she told me, and got off me. She put her panties back on, slipped the vibrator back up, and switched the vibrator back on, taking her into a fifth and sixth orgasm.

"Wow, not much teaching needed there. It was, as I am sure you will be pleased to note, a pass, only just though, but a pass, none-the-less.

Tied down you couldn't argue, but even when not tied down, you will adopt that position. The female is on top, you are just a means to her satisfaction, so she rides you, as her slave.

If she says she wants it doggy style, you will obey her wishes, and satisfy her. If she says missionary, no, idiot, she would never do that, putting you on top, no, impossible, don't worry about that, you are below her at all times, accept that. She may work for you as a maid, but you are her, slave, so below her.

Perhaps it would be easier if I ran the house? That way if a female asks you to wipe her arse for her, you cannot object, but as her boss you can do, so you will own it, but I will rule, over it. Yes, I like that idea, call me Mistress, but my, erm, job title would be, let me see now, Human Resources, yes, I look after the staff, unpaid of course, I just want the power.

For that to happen I will need your approval, where did Nurse Nipple Clamps go? Ah, here she is, now slave. Do you agree to me taking charge of the staff, and running the household?" She asked me, putting the clamps by my nipples, touching them menacingly.

What choice did I have, but to agree to her loosely called, offer? I nodded my agreement fearing those nasty clamps.

"I thought you would agree, the sooner you learn that I am always right, the better, when an offer is made you agree, it is far easier than my means of persuasion, don't you think?" She asked, I nodded, and she smiled.

DC June was not far off, Nurse Jones had taken control of me in under twenty-four hours, but was she in full control, or just while I lay in bed, tied down?

While I lay tied to the bed, Nurse Jones was down stairs talking to the staff, most of whom I had yet to meet.

"I called this staff meeting to tell you of certain changes, the Master is under my influence, as you all know. I am not interested in his money, having my own, but the Master is a nice guy, which means that he is easily led. If any of you think that to marry him would make you wealthy, forget it, you will have to go through me, first.

Ladies, I like you, and more to the point, we are friends, I trained some of you in the art, but he, is out of bounds. If anyone is to marry him it will be me, and as you know I will look after you, but make no mistake I, am Queen, it's just that he does not know it, yet.

I have tested him, as I said I would do, and after three, or was it four orgasms; I am satisfied that he is capable of keeping us all, happy," she said, adding a smile for them.

"Can we now turn to mistakes, erm, failings, Maisy, what is this about you refusing to clean the west wing?" She asked the group.

"The west wing has not been touched in over a month, and it was a two-day job, and I felt I deserved help. I did not see why I should slave away, while they all sat around, lazing about," Maisy said, making her point, forcefully.

"Six strokes, you do not refuse, the job needed doing. You should have reported it to me, and I will deal with it, not you, by refusing to do, the job.

Henrietta, why was the west wing neglected for, a month?" Nurse Jones asked.

"It wasn't, the west wing, just the bedrooms, and they were not being used so, we left them," Henrietta said.

"Six strokes, you do not neglect any room, they all need a dust, and vacuum, daily. There are six of you, it does not take that long to dust and vacuum, make sure it does not happen, again," she told the housekeeper.

"Madam, may I just add that the rooms being neglected for so long did not need a dust and vacuum, but a deep clean. Ten bedrooms to move the furniture, and give it a deep clean is too much work for one person," Maisy added.

"All of you listen to me, if you want to live in a magnificent house, eat good food, and have great sex every day, rather one day a week, seeing as there are six of you. There is a cost, to everything, there is a cost.

You have two choices, accept the cost, or go back to the town, and ply your trade. I will tell you that I have trained six younger females, who are eager to take your places, here.

Henrietta and Maisy make your way to the dungeon, Janice, and Freda, collect his Lord and master, and bring him down, just undo the ankles, don't worry, I put a nappy on him, ready for me to establish that I do as I say, he can watch as I administer the cane on the failures, leave him gagged, and his arms tied, we can fix him to the chair with the long strap, now go," Nurse Jones ordered them.

I was shocked when the two maids entered, and began to undo my ankles, then help me out of bed, and guide me down the stairs across the hall to the stairs down into the cellar, but when I saw the cellar dungeon that, shocked me.

They took me to a chair, and using the broad belt holding my arms against my chest, they fastened me to the chair, and added a strap over my thighs, then stood back while Nurse Jones came over to me, and checked the straps.

"Very good, nice and firm, but not restrictive, well-done ladies.

My Lord, certain members of staff have failed in their duties, and on your behalf, I have agreed a punishment for their failings. In this house, and on the island, we have our own judicial system. It is, shall we say, not as soft as the mainland's system for failing to do, as told, as I told you. I awarded six strokes of the cane, which I am about to administer, following that failing being corrected. We have to make sure the work was done in a systematic way. You will sit there, and witness that the person, is being punished, for her failing.

If you doubt that I am Queen Bee, after this, you will realise I am, Queen Bee. Power, the power of control, is what I crave, and have it. You may be the lord, but make no mistake Sire, I, rule.

Behind every great man there is a greater female, accept that, and we will be the greatest. I had been working on the prior lord, and we were getting there, he accepted early on, which made my work easier. Unfortunately, his demise meant that I have to start again, and the dice have rolled, handing me, you.

He was a lot older, and easier to handle, which means you should be more fun, as you try to fight me, not accepting, as easily. All he wanted was the fucks these ladies also wanted, and for that he, accepted me.

You will not, I hope, it's a long time since I had a challenge, and I look forward to it. Can I just add that I am, the police chief, he is under my control, making me, his mind. If I say you are to be arrested, he will arrest you, or face me, and believe me, he would rather arrest the lord of the manor, than face me, as you will soon find out, why?" She told me smiling.

"Maisy, the whipping stool now, Freda, fasten her in place, and begin the preparation, Janice, please, follow on," She ordered them.

I sat there probably mesmerised, by the scene, and the dungeon, it was medieval in style, with chains hanging from fixings high up on the wall, high enough to lift a person off the ground, and leave them hanging there. A brazier burned in the corner red hot embers, with red hot irons in it. Over to my left stood the Iron Maiden, menacing spikes poked through the metal back, and front as it stood there open for all to see the fearful, interior. A St Andrews cross was fixed to the wall, with shackles hanging loosely, ready for the victim, a rack stood between them, and they all looked in perfect working order, not a spec of rust on any of them.

My chair was towards the left-hand side of the dungeon, so that the whipping stool was facing me, rather the arse end, as Maisy was fastened to it her backside towards me.

Two stone pillars stood a few feet from me, again with chains hanging from them, one on each of them to haul the victim up, pulling their arms wide apart, stretching them uncomfortably. Beyond them was the entrance, and a door leading out, then two more pillars with the ominous chains, and then a hole in the floor. Cages of various shapes and sizes hung on tracks, and held up with steel wires through a pulley.

All the tracks converged on a single track over the hole in the floor, now covered with a stout wooden lid. The illumination was by red wall lights, there was enough light to see what was going on, but the red glow made it feel eerie, and cold, frightening. It was not a place I would wish to visit, it was, or had a blood curdling feeling to it, as I presume, was meant.

While I surveyed the dungeon; I also had one eye on what was going on before me. They fastened her down, then Nurse Jones lifted her uniform dress up over her back, and yanked her panties half way down her thighs.

The girls told to, began with a paddle, then the next one used a thin strip of leather, it didn't seem to upset Maisy, but her orbs turned red as the strokes mounted. I counted a dozen strokes by each of the girls. Freda walked away allowing Janice to use the strip of leather, then as she finished, she walked to the cupboard, and Freda began whirling a flogger around and around allowing just the tips to sting her buttocks, now this did have an effect, making her orbs twitch, clench and relax, and she began to moan.

She moved away, and Janice evened the area up with another flogger using it flat.

Nurse Jones now ran her gloved hand over the inflamed orbs, a deep red, and looking angry. It shocked me that not harsh strokes could have such an effect. In my naïve state, I wondered what they would use next, seeing as she had said six strokes for failing, and only four items had been used.

Nurse Jones approached Maisy with a headmaster's cane, she walked slowly up to Maisy's head, and held the cane close by her head, and Maisy kissed it. Nurse Jones walked around the back, and rested the cane. She raised it, and lowered it slowly, lightly, back to the same spot, then raised it aloft, and held it for a brief second, and then swish, whack. The sound of cane on flesh reverberated around the dungeon, as if screaming for her that it, hurt.

Nurse Jones rested the cane for a second stroke, she repeated the process to a slight cry of pain from Maisy, as the echo still reverberated around the room.

A third was applied, and a fourth, a fifth, and a sixth, all to an increasing moan of pain, as Nurse Jones beat her arse into submission, with just six strokes.

"Maid Maisy, when given a job, you do it. If it is unjust, you report it to me, I will adjudicate, not you, now apologise to Henrietta for your disrespect, of her position.

They released Maisy from the whipping stool, and with her panties still at half-mast she knelt down, and looked at Nurse Jones.

"Thank you, Madam, for the lesson in manners," she said, and got up, went to Henrietta, and knelt down, "I apologise for disrespecting your authority Mistress," she said, stood up, and pulled her panties up.

She was weeping it had hurt her, added to the shame of exposing her arse to all present.

The awe of the dungeon was almost over when Henrietta was led to the box, and fastened down, which was why I noticed more, the perfect orbs of her buttocks, the crack leading to the crooked smile, just visible, as was the start of her Mount Venus.

The procedure was the same with Freda starting the preparation, with the paddle followed by Janice with the strip of leather while Freda changed her implement. Again, Nurse Jones felt at the red orbs with her gloved hand, as if it was necessary, I felt I could feel the heat from where I was sat.

She used the double rest as before, it was exactly the same, and with the same result, six deep red lines etched into the orbs. Her panties at half-mast she thanked Nurse Jones for the lesson, and then apologised to Henrietta for expecting her to do too much work. Stood pulled her panties up, and six females now stood in a semi-circle around me, smiling in anticipation. Nurse Jones walked between them, and smiled at me.

"As the Queen, I out rank a Lord, accept, or you could be next to feel my angst. Those two did fail, it was not an excuse, and I did not fail in my duty to teach them, a lesson. The point to be made, is that as the boss I, rule, and all below me obey, or feel my anger at them failing, all below me, including you.

What happens in this house stays in this house, the residents may guess at what happens, but they do not, know.

A history lesson; the lord you replaced abandoned them, making money, which you are to benefit from. They became unruly, and then I came, by invitation of the Lord, and restored order, with my forceful approach. I used my cane on the toughest of the males, they now bow down to me.

I restored order, and earned their respect. My justice is fast, and painful. I, dragged a male to the stocks, and locked him in them, no-one objected, they threw rotten veg at him all day. He sexually assaulted a female, and I, dealt with it. I, told him that if he did it again, I would castrate him. He now works on a farm, the sheep may not be safe, but every female in the town, is.

Gentle persuasion while you are injured, and unwell. I will care for you, that is what I do. Next Monday we will remove the sling, and then the work will start, as we rebuild your strength, then, fear me. The gentle approach will end, and more forceful methods will be used, to make you, accept.

They will care for you during the day, as long as you satisfy them at night, one each night to keep satisfied, not much to ask for six, sexy females to look after you. During the day, they clean, cook, and do the washing, they also serve you at meal times, and in return they get a decent wage, good food, quality clothes, and a fuck a week.

I do the budget, and you can afford another maid, but then when would I get my, satisfaction? My fee for doing what I enjoy, being the powerful one, is a good fucking on Sundays. I will not have a headache, and you are not allowed, one, a sore backside cures all, headaches," she told me, as the staff looked on smiling at me, enjoying my dismay yet, was it?

She had several very good points, I was almost a billionaire, and had six of the sexiest females to pamper me, and fuck one each day, lovely. Good food, expensive clothes, and a Bently to drive. What more could a man want?

Not being controlled by a female, perhaps, because that was the cost to me, of this luxurious life style. It made me feel that I was a prisoner in a gilded cage.

They released me from the chair, and led me back to my room, the shutters had been closed, and I could hear an electric tool cutting something. It disturbed me while I lay tied to the bed.

"Lunch, did you enjoy the display this morning, my lord?" A maid asked me delivering my lunch, and removing the gag.

"Erm, well, erm, yes, it was rather sexy, but I am sure the maids enduring the exercise, did not like it, I am sure, it hurt," I said.

"Punishment does, otherwise why punish? It is meant to hurt, to teach them the lesson. What would happen if I refused to feed you, the others refused to clean, or do the washing?" She asked me.

"The household would fall apart, but I would have the choice of sacking the staff, and employing ones that would do, the work," I said.

"I will tell Nurse Jones what you said, she will not be happy, that you do not accept, she would not allow it, she rules, hence the punishment delivered, have you learned, nothing?" She asked me.

"You asked, and I answered, it is an option, it may not be applicable under these circumstances, but valid," I replied.

"I will repeat it, you do not accept. Nurse Jones rules, so she will decide what is applicable under any, circumstances.

You said that work was needed on the house, Nurse Jones, ordered that the work to be done, she told the local builder to do it, and what he could charge. Andy is a mathematician, and she calculated the metreage, and from an average of the charges, she calculated what was a fair price. Nurse Jones told the builder, what he could charge. Andy or Andrea, also calculated the cost of double-glazed windows for the house, and the cost of fitting them, and they will start to be installed on Monday, it seems that your, erm, more forceful acceptance, may be delayed, until the work is done. Don't worry she will make you accept, sooner or later.

To my question earlier, the correct answer is, Nurse Jones, will decide," she told me.

After my lunch each day they got me up, and made me walk around the room, to keep my leg muscles working properly. It was only two days before Monday, when she said that I would have the sling off, on Monday, and I was to be exercised, to build my muscles back up. The girls were marvellous during the following week, as they helped me get back my strength, I never saw Nurse Jones, all that week,

It was a week of exercising, and reading reports of the accounts; balances, income, and expenditure. Nurse Jones was right, my bank accounts were healthy, very healthy, as were the investments earning the money, a stock broker obviously, and controlled by, Nurse Jones.

She was one hell of a woman, a cross between Aphrodite, Einstein, and Atilla the Hun, and Florence Nightingale. She was brutal, yet with a caring streak, a very odd combination. I never doubted that she looked after her patients with loving care, or that she could castrate that man, had he done it again.

I was left alone for the rest of the month, which made me nervous, but she was wise, and knew what she was going to do, to make me accept, and that required the house to be free of painters, decorators, and builders. She left me alone until they had left. Six months work in a month, how, simple, hundreds, literally hundreds, of workers, all over, the place.

One day I went into town to buy some new clothes, which I did with my debit card, and then I went to the bank to withdraw a couple of thousand for household petty cash.

"My Lord, if I may sir, Nurse Jones has dictated that a thousand is the maximum you can withdraw, at one time, erm, sorry, per week, and you have reached your limit on the card, for this week, sir," the manager told me.

Well, I saw red, as it were, how dare she dictate what I can spend of my money like that, and I was determined to have it out, with her.

"Nurse Jones, I am the Lord, and the money is mine, to spend as I choose, you have no right to interfere in how, I spend my money," I told her when she answered the phone.

"I feel it would be better if we discussed this on Monday of next week, after the builders have left. I will come, and see you at ten o'clock in the morning," she said calmly, I was surprised, she was going to discuss it with me, great.

Monday arrived, and so did Nurse Jones, smiling, and relaxed.

"Ladies now is the time," she said, and six sexy females all gathered around me, hands grabbed at me, pushing me to the floor, and they were undoing my clothes. I tried to fight them off, but against six, I was useless.

During the struggle I had not heard the buzzing, but now I did, as held down by five of them Nurse Jones took hold of my balls in her vice like grip, and the sixth member of the gang removed her panties, pushed the cage of the gag in my mouth, and then her sodden panties, soaked in her love juices. She took over from a second member, and she added her pantries to the gag, a third did, and a fourth, filling my mouth with the very tasty panties, then Nurse Jones closed my mouth, and added the tape over the top, sealing them in.

They lifted me up, making me walk with them out of the back door, and there before me stood a set of stocks, or was it a pillory, it stood, and they put my ankles in slots in a section fixed to the upright, and closed the fixings around my ankles, four held me while they fastened the metal bands over my ankles. Then they pushed my head down into the grove, and put the metal plate over my neck, holding that in place. Now with two females to each arm they pushed my wrists into the groves, and fastened the plate over them, and then lowered the top wooden plank, and bolted it down, now I was stuffed.

"Thank you, ladies, I can manage now, please, feel free to discard any waste you wish to, but not just yet.

My Lord, I once told you that I rule, yet for some bizarre reason, you seem to think that is not the case. Let me reaffirm that, it is. I will give you an allowance to spend, that way we manage the accounts at a level which keeps them in credit, and earning the money required to keep the estate, in order.

I did expect a tantrum or two, but I rule, and you will, accept, if not then expect more days of discomfort, and pain from now on. As I told you, the soft approach of an invalid ended, and I become more aggressive and forceful. Enjoy today, and tonight, I rule, and the girls will not release you until I say, if you sack them. I will increase the angst you feel, until you accept, I rule. You live here, and can enjoy the luxury it affords you, but never think you rule inside it, you do not, I, do. Don't take your nasty comments against me, and my reprisal out on them, it will hurt you far more than you can ever, hurt them.

One last thing, I waited until the house was free of everyone, except the girls, to show you, I rule, and they will now treat you as any pilloried person, on my orders, not their choice, my orders. Enjoy it, rotten veg, excrement, anything nasty was thrown at the person pilloried, and so can they. Remember, I ordered this, they have accepted, only you, do not, but you will do. Good day, it was nice talking to you, and sorting out our little differences," she said, turned and left,

She was lucky, unless she could rule the sun, it was out keeping me warm, as the girls emerged with a pile of rotten veg, which they threw at me, as ordered, no, they were more civilised than to throw excrement at me, but if ordered to, I am sure they would have.

I stood there all of that day and night, right up, and until ten fifteen the next morning, a full twenty-four hours before she came out of the back door smiling at me, as I stood dripping still in rotten vegetables.

"I have just the one question, do I rule this household? "She asked me.

Determined and belligerent, I shook my head, and looked her in the eye.

"OK, have it your way, girls it needs more persuasion, go down to the town, and collect any rotten veg. Carol, I forgot to ask you to feed it, so make some gruel for it, and feed it. Then use the bedpans, and give it a shower, it smells," she told them, and left after giving them her orders.

I did realise my only way out of this was to agree with her, perhaps, there was a different way, to fight her.

When I think about it even now, it makes my cock rise, what was it about her that made me want, her? Was it her mother style control of me, more forceful, but that style of control. The control a mother has on her children, was that what attracted me, to her? Did I want to be, mothered?

Obviously, we did not use bedpans, but they knew what she meant, and poured a bucket full over me, after Carol had fed me the gruel, a bland oatmeal broth, nourishing, but not very interesting.

Another twenty-four hours passed by, before she came to see me still stood dripping, and bathed this time before she arrived, in the same way as yesterday, with cold water, and the hose pipe.

"You know the question, well, do I?" She asked, and I nodded.

"I am not fooled, I do realise you do not mean it, you are just trying to get out of the pillory, and will say anything to be free, of it. Ladies, give it a shower before touching it, then take it, shower it, dress it, and deliver it to me in the drawing room, clean and respectable," she ordered them, they did, as told.

Now that was nice, as they did, as told, lifting my arms to wash under them, not me, they did it, and they dressed me, and led me, rather escorted me, to her sat in the drawing room.

She looked at me, as if appraising me.

"You may sit in that chair," she told me, pointing to the chair facing her.

"You have two choices, to accept, or hurt, the pillory was fun, but it does not have a lasting effect, fight me, and as I take you down into the hell of torture, then it does have a long-lasting effect. You are healthy, and can endure more than even you think, but not as much as I, can deliver. Test me, and be sorry, how about six months, as a female, scrubbing the floors, or days down the hole, waiting, hoping that I will take pity on you, and haul your miserable soul up? Pity, I do not have, empathy for an injured person yes, but pity for a person who goes against me, no, never.

As I said, I will enjoy the fight, knowing you will lose, obviously, but it isn't the winning, it is the fight you put up, that will entertain me, mild, nasty, little periods of suffering, as I correct your mistakes. But never doubt that when I get bored with the fight, you will bow down to me, not just accept, bow down, and kiss my feet. I am not the Queen Bee, because I pity people, it is because I make them bow down to me, or respect my power. I did not beat every person in the town to get them to accept, just certain people, and now the town respects me, because I am fair, just, and powerful, and I get what I, want.

The towns people have never been as well off as they are now, all down to my power, and abilities.

Consider yourself warned, from now on it is gloves off, until you, accept," she told me, got up, and left.

I sat there bemused by what had just happened, she expected a fight, and she would get one. This was going to be fun, as I took her down, a peg, or two.

I remember writing the scenario, it wasn't what happened, but the same principle of being taken by a female, and made to comply with her wishes. The contract signed with my full agreement, and I was ready, excited even, for her to kidnap me, upon leaving the docks, after my cruise.

Then fate intervened, and I ended up a multi-millionaire, after trying to save the Lord. She adapted, and flew in, the lord had another house in Scotland, and allowed this one to fall into disrepair, but it was ideal for our, scenario.

At the time I didn't know that my chosen Mistress, had also had a lot of luck, a client had died without an heir, and she had also inherited a few million, so what she was saying about not being interested in my money, was true. A six-week holiday for some friends of hers, who were to take control of me, and the scenario was set.

Let me make it clear, I said disrepair, not derelict, work was needed, and with my approval, my Mistress organised for them to be done, pointing, the roof, and new windows and doors, and it was sound. The interior needed decorating, but that could wait, it somehow added to the scene, the feel of being taken, and made, to comply.

Snowcapped hills, met us when we arrived, the start of summer an ideal time to do the work needed, now the outside sound, and secured from the elements, it was time for the girls to leave.

My Mistress was not there all of the time, she took a two-week holiday at the start, but now continued to work, because she enjoyed it, and visited me for a few days each week.

"Slave," she began.

"Whoa, not yet, you have only just touched the edges, I am a free man, ergo, may I take your coat, Mary? It is nice of you to visit me, the staff are ready to leave on the five o'clock flight, and then I will have the whole place to myself, peace and quiet, and harmony, at last," I said rubbing it in, that she had failed to take me, not that she had much chance, with me being injured, and the work men on site.

She smiled that knowing smile, accepting my comments.

"What are your plans for the interior, my Lord?" she asked, still smiling, while her devious mind went to work.

"I thought that I didn't need twelve, live in members of staff, so I would convert the attic into six rooms, making them en suite, and with a living area, erm, more comfortable. Create an area for me on the upper floor, again twenty bedrooms is too much, so walk-in wardrobe and bathroom for me, en suite of course, and fifteen en suite bedrooms would suffice. Then down stairs little or no change, re-plastered and decorated only," I said.

"It will also need re-wiring and plumbing; I would not touch the floor below our feet. When it was built, the lord was the judiciary, and below us there are cells, and a torture chamber, erm, dungeon, as you saw.

My question is, do you want me to continue, or are you not interested in beating me, now?" She asked me.

"I suggest that it is not over, you did not win, I am still, a free spirit. Which means that I can say, 'fuck off bitch,' you lost, but under very difficult circumstances.

My accountant has informed me that if I wished to live here, and staff it, the cost would be around the three thousand pounds mark, per month, all found. That would give the staff about to leave, five hundred pounds a week all found, and tax free. If they are interested, to start work shall we say, in two months, once the place has been decorated," I suggested.

She stood up, and put her hand to her chin in thought, as she walked back and forth.

"I do know that two of them will not be able to return, family commitments, shall we say, but I do know of two other ladies who would be able to assist me. As for me, I am intrigued by you, and I have never lost a bet, which you have made it, so my fee for taking control of you is nothing. I don't need the money, and I will enjoy, taking you down, a peg or two. Especially after your arrogance earlier, and what you told me, to do.

I took it in the spirit intended, but will now hold it against you, making me far more forceful, so forceful that you will not spend a penny in either meaning, without asking me if, you can do. Where about, in Scotland?" She asked me.

"A small town in the USA, far enough away from you, to be safe, until I return. The workmen begin on Monday, and I fly out on Sunday. This all means that I will expect a visit from you on, or after the first of October, to waste your time trying to take control, of me," I said arrogantly.

She came up to me, we were both stood by now close, she smiled at me.

"I changed my mind, a female prerogative, there will be a fee, four orgasms, which I will take as and when, I desire, to take them," she said, smiling at me.

"Perhaps a sample, or deposit is in order, while I am allowed to make the offer, not that I will not be able to once, you lose," I said.

She leaned in, and planted her lips on mine accepting the offer, we did not bother to move, I began to strip her as she stripped me, while we kissed, and fondled each other, making our emotions rise to the surface more so. The chat had been mundane, but the underlying tones made it sexually provocative. She was my ideal mate, sexy, very attractive, and a randy bitch.

I was naked in no time, as she stripped me, but she was wearing more clothes, and was down to her bra and panties by the time my hand was on a tit, massaging it, and pinching her nipple. Pinching her nipple made her juices flow much quicker, and she seemed to assume it made mine flow quicker as well, as she now with two hands free, and she pinched my nipple.

My hand went down to her panties, but instead of pushing them down I slipped my hand inside, rubbing her Mount Venus, and rubbing a finger against her crack, she would be leaving in wet panties, my message to her, about taking me.

She did not seem to care as she kissed me, and pinched my nipple, and now began to rub my cock making it rise. We lay down on the rug covering the bare wooden floor. I deliberately put her under me, turned around, and I pushed her panties down, and began oral sex with her, making her rise higher, as she sucked on my cock, with the same aim.

Happy, I had her at the point I wanted, I turned around, and began to slip my cock into her slowly. She rolled me over, but I was also out to make a point, so I rolled her back under me. She smiled at the psychological fight we were having, as to who was on top, the one with the power. I was shocked when she accepted that I was on top, and lay back enjoying the long, slow thrusts into her as I took her to, nirvana. Long, slow strokes, making her wait eagerly for the fast, hard rams that would take her over the top into her orgasm, her climax.

Endorphins racing about, exciting her, as much as me, but I was on a mission. She would blow her mind, after I had finished, she would be desperate for her fee, once I had fucked the arse off her, with my deliberate actions. Now was the time, she was squirming below me, no-longer wanting the fast action, but desperate for the energetic fuck.

I speeded up, taking her to nirvana, and beyond, erotic, energetic action, taking her into her first orgasm, and her squirt which flooded the floor, and her half-mast panties would be wet, when she pulled them up, as a reminder of my abilities, in bed.

She was shaking her head in euphoria, as the orgasm erupted, and I slowed, allowing her to ride it, before speeding up again, taking her into a second orgasm, with another squirt, a third followed, and a fourth. Now she was beside herself with emotions, not knowing how it would end, could she take it, could she ride any more explosive orgasms? I decided she could do, and continued to ride her hard, as a fifth and sixth erupted, and she cried out for me to shoot.

'No dear, I am in charge, I decide when, to shoot,' I thought taking control, and giving her a seventh and eighth, before shooting my load into the condom.

I waited allowing my cock to wither, and fall out of her, before rolling off her, and lying beside her, panting.

"An adequate session, huh, don't you think?" I asked her, panting.

"I huh, I accept that you took control, huh, enjoy it, that is just, huh, another reason for me to win, huh," she replied.

"Huh, if I can take control, huh, so easily, huh, what makes you think, you can turn the tables, huh?" I asked her, we were both smiling, it had been a good fuck, very good.

"I let you, why, huh, should I do all the work, huh?" she asked, and laughed.

"I don't have a spare pair of panties, just a reminder of my, power," I said.

"You do realise that once I have you under my thumb, all of these inuendoes, and little tricks you are pulling, will just increase the pain, don't you?" She asked me.

"No, weaken you, I now have the power over you, to get it would be hard, but virtually impossible, now that I have the power over, you. I have you under me, slave," I said, enjoying my power.

"He or she, who laughs last, laughs longest, your turn will come," she said, and got up pulling her panties up with a wince, as she felt the wet part resting against her buttocks, then got dressed. I got up and dressed, she kissed me.

"As a lover you are good, very good, and under my thumb will, excel. A slave maid is one thing, a sissy slave maid is slightly different, but a true slave, is totally different, they do, as told, irrespective, of the task.

Nothing is beneath them, nothing is too dirty, too nasty, or too disgusting, for them to do, and you have just booked your place in that, position. Thank you, it was fun, and very satisfying. I will look forward to seeing you in October when, I will not, say. The girls will be good, and help you until I arrive. Then they will change, and be vixens, controlled by me. Shall we say, that the thirtieth of September for them to arrive, would be the best date?" She asked me.

"I agree, it would be, I will be here in the hotel on the twelfth, for the delivery of some, furniture, it arrives that week, in amounts that we can handle," I said.

They will be very helpful, until I arrive, and a bonus for them, like the one I have just had would ease them into more effort, can I suggest," she said smiling a knowing smile at me, she put her coat on, and left to catch the five o'clock flight back to the mainland.