EXTRACT

Chapter 1 - The Mistress

 

"Hello Simon, and what have we here, hey? I am holding a letter from your dear wife, stating that you have been a naughty boy. The next-door neighbour, indeed, was she a good, fuck? No, don't answer, the ball gag makes' it impossible, for me to hear you, clearly.

It goes on to say that, you need at least a dozen strokes of the cane, she apparently, is very annoyed, and I don't blame her. It was only last month when you came to me, again, at the request of your wife, because you fucked your secretary. My administrations to you then, do seem to have stopped that relationship, but not your wayward, attitude.

Where to begin; I know, with the paddle to prepare the surface prior to, the cane," she told him, and walked away allowing her heels to click on the floor as she walked to the cupboard.

She collected the paddle, and again walked back sedately, adding to her victim's angst.

She administered just a few strokes, enough to enliven the area, and returned it to her cupboard. This was for effect, as she went for each item, adding to the suspension of the fear, she was trying to invoke in her client.

Slowly, she returned with a length of leather, and used it as a whip, but not forcefully, this was preparation. Again, I listened to the walk away, her heels clicking, as she got the flogger, and used it like a helicopter blade. Whizzing it around and around, and allowing just the tips to sting the arse before her.

She returned it to her cupboard, and collected her cane, which she rested, carefully.

"Slave twenty-four strokes are to be administered for failing, the dozen your wife requested, and twelve from me for failing, yet again, keep it in your trousers," she demanded, and raised the cane.

She had her own style of administering the cane. She raised it twice, and then the stroke, but just to confuse, she would then saw before the stroke. Her client never knew what she was going to do, except that it would, hurt.

Twenty-four strokes administered, she put her cane away with the same meticulous attitude, and returned to me, aching on the whipping stool.

She released me, and made me kneel, adopting the position of, her Slave.

"I am in a quandary, or have been, as to what I can do with you, and your randy fornications. As far as I can see there is but one action I can take, and that is to seal it away, stand," she ordered me.

I stood, and looked at her; there was a smile on my face, as she approached me.

"A smile, have you any idea what I am going to do?" she asked me.

"No Mistress, but I am sure it will be done with, love," I replied, she smiled.

"Yes, it will be. This is a chastity device; the plastic ring fits over the balls and cock, and rests against the groin. I am so disappointed to see it shaven that made it that I missed out on an extra, dozen strokes, didn't it? There now, comfortable, good, now the other part goes over the cock like so, and is locked in place. Now this one is special, and it is just for you. If you look there is here a cap over the end, with a hole in it, obviously. This is where this metal pipe fits, like so. Now, you wanted something nasty, well there it is, apart from the needles that make the erection go away, there is a battery, and if the penis touches the sides, which a semi erect one will do; you will also get a shock. Just for you, I designed it, and had it made.

Before I forget, the battery, now where can we stuff that, see it has been shaped long and thin, erm, not to wide, perfect for going up your anus, bend over," she told me.

As her slave, I obeyed her, and bent over, and she inserted it to my moans, it was not that thin, in fact it was quite broad.

"Now get dressed, and come to my office for a chat," she told me.

I went to her dressing room, and changed, then went to her office, and sat down as instructed, while she handed me a mug of coffee.

"I did like the touch that your wife sent you to me for punishment. It intrigued me to wonder if that was the reason for the divorce?" She asked me.

"No, Mistress, it was the opposite, she found someone younger, a toy boy, and ran off with him, Greece I think," I said.

"Moving on slave, that was quite an interesting scenario you sent me, but a week-long service, hum that is quite a long time to be shackled, don't you think?" She asked me.

"What if he were a criminal say, for assaulting a female? Sentenced to imprisonment, so that he would not be in shackles for the whole time, but caged," I asked.

"Hum, interesting, what about my other clients?" She asked.

"Simple, very simple, you have a few rooms, and the cage is in one of them. You lock me in there, and then see your other clients in the other rooms. If you want the cage for a client; then you put me in bondage until they leave, in a room with a lock, so they can't come in, really it is to lock me, in. I can clean, and the place will sparkle after the week, you will make sure, it is," I argued.

"I am a nasty, vicious bitch, when things are not done as I demand, are you sure you can take the punishment?" She asked me.

"They can't be any worse than the twenty-four you just administered, can they?" I asked.

"There is only one way to find out, but remember you asked for it. I close the dungeon in a month's time for a deep clean. It will be nice to sit there, and watch my slave, sorry, my Sissy Slut, of a slave, do all the work. Hum, what a nice idea?

If you are in agreement, then come here on the thirty first of the month, ready to slave for me. Let me warn you; I work very hard that week, every item has to be washed, ironed, and put away neatly, it will not be a play time. Every item cleaned, and sterilised, and you know how particular I am about hygiene. I am sure you will think you have been sentenced to hard labour. I know I do, after that week" she stressed.

"If you can do it, then it must be easy, and I will have no problem," I boasted, foolishly.

"Really, you think so, we shall see? I take it then, that I will see you on the thirty first?" She asked me.

"No problem," I said, "Just one thing; make it as real as possible, make me a prisoner, and make me work to your, standards," I stupidly suggested.

"Indeed, I will," she replied smiling, and I left her.

My mind was feverish with excitement, as I drove home, wondering if I could do as she needed; the dungeon was not small, but not that big either, so two day's work, and then play time.

Naive perhaps, but I can dream, can't I?

 

Chapter 2 - Imprisoned

 

I waited, the month seemed to pass so, so slowly. I packed a bag ready to go to her; I wasn't sure what I might need, so I packed a clean couple of shirts, several pairs of underpants, and a fresh pair of trousers.

I put the bag by the door, ready for leaving early the next morning, and had a shower, made a coffee, and sat by the television watching a football match, relaxing. I guessed it would be hard work, so I took the chance to, relax.

The doorbell rang, and I opened it, to see four ladies all smiling at me. They pushed past me, entering my home, and went into the lounge area, where I had been sitting.

I followed them, about to complain about them entering uninvited.

"Hello, we have been sent by your Mistress, apparently, you are due to begin work at her establishment in, let me see now one and a half hours," the one stood by the fireplace said, in an official tone.

Apart from the fact that they were in everyday clothes, it sounded like an officer telling me.

"Erm, yes, no, tomorrow, but it isn't tomorrow yet. I-I am due to arrive at nine O'clock, to begin," I said.

"That is my understanding as well, and you will be, we are here to make sure, you are," she said.

I looked around the room, she was facing me, one was stood by the kitchen door, and one by the door we had entered through, the other was stood behind me. I felt trapped, and surrounded, which I was.

Trapped, I felt anxious for some reason, perhaps it was because they seemed poised to pounce, on me.

They all moved forward slowly, I looked around me, looking for an escape route, but none seemed available. My heart was pounding; I moved, and made for the door.

A hand grabbed my arm, and swung me around into her massive bust, I felt as though I bounced off it, into a second pair, right behind me as she closed in. The one behind me grabbed my arms, and pulled them back, as the one in front bent slightly, and grabbed my balls.

The one to my left was doing something up her skirt, and then the one holding my balls gave them a squeeze, hard. I went to shout at her, and the one to my left pushed some cloth in my mouth, as I opened it.

The other one slapped tape over my mouth, to keep the cloth in.

They all now grabbed me, and forced me to my knees, and then onto my face, pulling my arms behind me, they put handcuffs on my wrists, and then rolled me over, and smiled at me.

One of them sat on my legs, and another one tied a rope around them, and they stood up, and looked down on me. I was out manoeuvred, and it was practiced to perfection, the speed and actions were, practiced.

"Your time as the Mistress's Slave, begins at midnight tonight, at zero, zero, point zero, zero, one, or one second after, midnight. You are her slave. Your work may begin at nine o'clock in the morning, but your servitude begins at midnight, and you are not there, or perhaps we are being too eager. Whichever it is, you will be on her premises, at midnight, we will make sure, you are.

Most slaves were taken, be it as a prisoner on the field of battle, or from their home, as you are being. I will also remind you that slaves arrived in shackles, why should you be any different?

Now to begin, we need to make sure you do not escape, and I must say we are not happy about a slave being late for their appointment, sorry to start work. Just as your Mistress will not be happy about you being late. Seeing as you will not arrive until after the start of you period of slavery, it is a form of punishment that we are about to exact, upon you.

One final thing, whose fault is it when something is not as the Mistress requires? Obviously, it is the slave's fault, your Mistress omitted to tell you to be there for midnight; to start your slavery, but whose fault is it that you will be late? Accepting that, you will appreciate that this journey will not be a comfortable, ride.

I will also remind you that you asked for it to be as real, as possible.

OK ladies, shall we begin, or shall we have a coffee first?" She asked the others.

"Two seconds late, or an hour late does it really matter? The slave faces the same punishment for being late. We have plenty of time for a coffee, I will make it, this time," one of them said.

"My boo-boo, I forgot to turn my watch back, it is only eleven o'clock, not as I thought midnight. Hum, it could make it on time if it left now. Then again, we are here, and I hate a wasted journey. How about we can take our time, sorry girls," she said, looking down on me, and smiling at me, a nasty smile.

She left me tied up, and sat on the settee along with the other two, while the fourth made the coffees. She came back, and handed them their coffees, and sat in my chair.

I lay there unable to move, except to roll about, while they sat there supping my coffee, and chatting. I suppose what annoyed me the most, was that I hadn't finished, my coffee, and they hadn't offered me a drink. They just left me lying there, behind the settee, and hidden from their view, ignored. Not as I suppose you are thinking, I could be on time, and they were deliberately, making me late.

After a good quarter of an hour; they got up, she did take the empty cups into the kitchen, and wash them, and then joined the others who now stood around me, looking down on me.

"OK Ladies let's get started," the leader said, and they bent down. One began undoing my shirt, while another unzipped my trousers, and undid them. They rolled me over face down, they removed my shirt down to my wrists, and I felt them tying a rope around my elbows, one they had taken out of a bag they had brought in, with them.

They tied a rope around the elbow, and then took it around the other elbow, and pulled, pulling my elbows in together, until they were tight, or as far in as they would go, without hurting me. They rolled me over, and sat me up, and wrapped the rope around me, back to my elbows, and tied it off. Then they helped me to my feet, and pulled my trousers and underpants down.

They lay me back down, and stood over me looking down on me.

"Why does she want this? It can't be for a fuck, can it? Look, see a bush, two balls in a bag, and, well, and there is nothing, there. Can any of you see anything that may resemble, a cock?" One asked.

I looked at her as if looks could kill, as they all seemed now to examine my groin looking for my cock. It was there, and it was not small, but they were making out that, it was.

"Ladies, we don't have time to search, just accept that the Mistress wants it at her dungeon at midnight, so let's get moving. The lack of a cock is her problem, not ours. We won't be using it, or her, seeing as we can't find it," the leader said, and laughed.

"I have an idea, the cage is perhaps where to begin looking, surely she would not have put it on, unless there was a cock, to control?" one asked.

They rolled me onto my face, and she took the rope from my elbows, and they rolled me onto my back, pulling the rope over my shoulder, and pulling it tight. She then fed it under the rope around the front, and back over the other shoulder. They rolled me onto my front, and took it to the rope around my elbows, and tied it off. Then they took out what looked like a nappy, and put it on me. They took the rope down, and under me, between my legs. Then they rolled me back, and took the rope up to the rope around me, and threaded it through the rope around me, and back down between my legs on the other side of my balls. Then they took it up to the rope around me, and this time; they tied it off, properly.

Now they undid my wrists, and took my shirt off, and retied my wrists, and put handcuffs on me. Then they addressed my legs tying a rope around my knees, just a short one, untied my ankles, and removed my pants socks and shoes.

Now they began to address my legs, they began by tying a rope around my ankles then took it up to my knees, around them twice, and under the rope, tightening the rope. On up to my thighs at the join between my thighs and buttocks, around twice, and under the rope tightening it. On up to my waist, around twice, and then tied it off at the rope around me, on my elbows. I noted that all the knots were at the front, and my hands were at the back, making it impossible for me to get free.

They made me stand, and she checked the ropes to make sure they were tight.

Then she reached in the bag, and lifted out two plasters, and took the back off, and placed them over my eyes, blindfolding me. I felt them lift my legs, and then I felt them pulling something up to my bottom. They lifted me up, standing unsteadily, and while one pulled whatever it was up, the others held me upright.

They now must have taken another rope out, and began tying it around me. Around my ankles then under the rope, and on up, under the rope, and on up, until it ran from my ankles to my neck, where they tied it off, carefully.

They lay me down, and went outside; they came back, and dropped something on the floor. They lifted me up, and put me down again, then they screwed a lid on top, and I was lifted up, and carried out the back door. We went down the path, out of the gate, and into a vehicle.

I lay there locked in the van, and waited, and waited.

"That was hard work, and we needed another coffee, better to be hung for a sheep as a lamb, don't you think? Now, we will be late, really late, making it worth the strokes of the cane she will administer, for being late, don't you think?" The leader asked me, as if I had a choice.

We drove on and on, I was very confused, I mean her dungeon was a few hundred yards down the road, I walked to it, where, were we going? On and on we drove for a good half hour, if not more?

"Hello ladies," a female said when we stopped, "Welcome Slave, you wanted it to be realistic, well, was it? I can't see you, or hear you, I will assume it was as, expected. Now first, I need to tell you of some changes. Your Mistress is actually employed by me. She is very good, isn't she? She told me of your deepest, darkest desires, and being a female, I am not one to miss out on a chance.

To make it as realistic as possible, would be difficult for your Mistress, she has feelings, and can't be, objective, with a client. She would not be able to punish you, for your mistakes. Whereas, a stranger can, they can be nasty, or vicious, not knowing, the person. You are just a male, and as such, objectionable, to me. Males have but one purpose, to procreate, and at my age, I am beyond that, so what other purpose is there, except to make them slave for me, obeying, my orders.

Your mistress tells me that you are not a wimp, which pleases, me. I can be very forceful, and vicious with the cane, if I need to be. Once your hand is free, then I will expect you to sign the contract. I will read it to you.

It is as you should have expected, that you enter my service to do as told with energy, and that you accept corporal punishment for failings. You will wear the uniform provided, and live in, which will be the remuneration for your stay. I will control you, with punishments as I see fit. I will feed you, clothe you, and provide adequate accommodation. I will provide any, and all cleaning materials, required.

There will be a period of training, which you, will pay for, and your clothes. The charges will be added up, and you will pay me back at a rate decided by me. That is fair, isn't it?" She asked, knowing I couldn't answer her.

I wriggled about inside the bag, in the box.

"Don't break it, the cost will be added to your bill. Now slave, I think we have covered everything. Sorry your recompense for my services, well they will be in time. Instead of paying you, you will work them off, so keep the costs down, so that you can leave in probably six weeks, which coincidentally, coincides with the time my maid has asked for, as her holiday. Lucky girl, she is going to visit relatives in Australia, and as one usually expects, it never rains, but it pours. Another maid has been taken ill, my, oh my, disastrous, two maids off, and then I hear about your desires. What a lucky stroke that was, for both of us. OK ladies, please, put our guest in the dungeon, cell two, I think.

My, what a lucky person you are, four of my Mistresses to attend to you, but they do not come cheap, don't worry, I will add it to your account," she told me.

I felt them lift me, and carry me into the house, and down some steps, along, and then a sharp turn, and they put me down.

'What has just happened?' I asked myself, lying on the floor.

I did almost beg her to take me, and make me help her to spring clean the dungeon, but I was not due until tomorrow, and to take me like this was exciting, but I was going to go. She didn't need to send these females to collect me. Then again, I did ask her to make it feel as real, as possible.

My mind was in turmoil, as I lay there wondering what was going on.

"In the past, several of my charges have had the job of licking my floor clean," she said.

I had heard the squeaks of the door opening, and her heels clicking on the stone floor.

"Now we use a catheter, and sometimes a butt plug, but you have been very good, and not done anything, but it can't last, can it, so allow me to try, seeing as they couldn't find it, even when caged, making the search easier.

We do have a problem, don't we, this is the thinnest pipe, and having found it, at last, I think the pipe will not go up, hum. What to do? You see I do not care what you do, if it is on the floor, you will be licking it up," she told me.

She removed the cage, and I felt the pipe as she called the catheter entering, and then she spoke.

"That was not easy; I have now spent far too much time making sure you do not have an accident. Do you need the butt plug? Like I said anything on my nice clean floor, and you will be licking it up. So, do you need the butt plug?" She asked me, I shook my head.

I had been in the hands of my Mistress for a few months now, some ten visits, and as yet, a lot of what this female was saying was lost on me. What is a butt plug? I have been tied up, and put on the box, she has used the cane on me, and not gently. But that is as far as we have gone, so far. I suppose I was hoping to see more, and find out more about what she did. I knew there were other means of punishing a slave, but what they were, I will not say, I had no idea, but I just didn't know what they were, or how they functioned. The thing she pushed up my arse, my butt, plugged, is that, what a butt plug is? Mine held a battery, so, she said.

"Girls, put it in a cage, and put it in the store room, until I am ready for it, a client is due at any moment. Slave you are a fool to beg me to allow you to deep clean for me, without asking which property. I own twelve dungeons, and they all need deep cleaning, once a year, so every month I close one of them, and the dominatrix working there, deep cleans it. They are all independent, and pay rent for the dungeon, so it is in their interest to get it done as quickly, as possible, now with an extra pair of hands, they will be delighted. Just think a year of free sessions, they will make you work, and I am sure they will have their own ideas, of attire, and containment.

I record every phone call, and keep every E-Mail, so I have you begging me to take you, and make you work, cleaning my dungeons, the contract is superfluous really, but I like a belt and braces job, so when I have dealt with this miscreant, we will have a signing ceremony.

The relaxant will have completed its work by the time I have finished, don't worry it will not be long now before you are my cleaner," she told me, the next morning.

The girls lifted me up, and carried me into the store room, and put me down on the floor, and covered me with a blanket.

I waited and waited until the door opened, they removed the plasters, the blanket was lifted, and she stood there smiling at me.

"He left with a very sore arse, twenty-four strokes, and then I fucked him hard, did you hear him moaning, as I fucked him?" she asked me, I just looked at her, well in the direction of the words.

"I'm afraid, well not really, you are just a minor irritation to me, but today I have several bookings with naughty boys, and I will not be able to attend to you as quickly as I would like. The girls will feed you at meal times, but first I need to get your attention, then lunch.

I spent the afternoon in the cage in the box, she did visit me a couple of times, but as she said she was busy, and I was ignored.

"Girls, girls bring it into the dungeon for me, please, and put it on the box?" she asked them.

I was lifted out of the box, and put on the floor by the box. They opened the cage, and lifted me out of the cage into the room. They lay me across something, the box, I presumed. As they undid the ropes, they fastened the straps to my ankles pulling my legs wide apart, then they put a belt over my back, and then fastened my wrists to the straps on the other side, after removing the ropes, it took some time for me to be free of the ropes, and fixed to the box.

I did struggle, but I still felt weak, and it was ineffectual. Against an Elf or Fairy, I might have stood a chance, that was how ineffectual, it was.

"I believe you tried to fight them, so, I know your movement has returned, you see there is more than one way to skin a cat. I asked you a question, and you didn't answer, shall we try another means of acquiring an answer? It was a yes, or no, question, so you can shake or nod your head. Now let me see, not too harsh to begin with," she said.

I felt the cane rest, and lift, rest again, and then lift, and then I waited, and waited.

'Huh, argh, huh, ouch, oh,' I thought as she rested the cane again being gagged, I couldn't let her know how much, it hurt.

There were two rests and lifts, and the wait, the interminable wait, as she watches your arse twitch, and then the stroke.

My thoughts didn't change, I complained bitterly in my thoughts, as she landed the stroke. A third, fourth, fifth and sixth followed, and then she leaned in close.

"As a client you have a safe word, and I temper my power to a level I believe you will accept. As an employee, you get the full Monty, to make sure you do not fail a second time. Now slave, did you hear the moans as I fucked that client, male or female, it makes no difference, as you will see when we sign the contract. I do not sack dominatrix; I use my cane on them. They only fail once that way, now your answer?" she asked me, I shook my head.

"I always knew the soundproofing was good, but I cannot beat the miscreant, and be in here listening out for them wailing. Thank you that helped me. Oh, by the way, do not upset me, as I said those were stronger than you usually accept, but still only half power; now the contract.

She brought over a chair, and placed the contract on it.

"It states that, ------, of the first part. You do not need to know my name it is Mistress, and Peter ------, of the second part, do agree that the party of the first part will provide accommodation, food and clothing for the party of the second part. These will be in consideration of the party of the second part spending not less than eight hours a day working, as a cleaner. They will be ensuring that the premises of the party of the first part are, deep cleaned, and to a standard acceptable by the party, of the first part.

Failure to complete the deep cleaning within the set time, and or to a standard lower than expected, can result in the party of the second part, being given the cane, by the party of the first part. The party of the first part can, if so decided, appoint an agent to carry out any punishment, deemed necessary, by the party of the first part.

What it means is that I will keep you, until the dungeons have been cleaned as I require. It also says that, if necessary, I can use my cane on you, to help you improve up to, my standard; I suggest you achieve it, and avoid my cane. It also says that if I want, I can ask one of my dominatrices to give you the cane, for me. That is for when I send you to one of my dungeons, the dominatrix there is, my agent.

I will feed and clothe you, and provide a place for you to sleep, when not working.

You sign there, here let me put the pen in your hand," she offered, I just held the pen, and then she rested the cane on my arse, and I signed, "Oh thank you; those lines I imprinted are perfect. I just checked them with the ruler while you were deciding whether to sign, or not," she said holding a twelve-inch ruler in her hand, no pressure to sign; it was just to check the lines imprinted.

Obviously, I believed it to be the cane, forcing me to sign; I could have looked, but I didn't, my fault.

She picked up the contract, and left me fastened to the box aching.

"Now what do we need to do? Well, we need to make you comfortable for the night. I don't think that position is very comfortable, and we need dinner.

First let's make you more comfortable, girls we need to sort the cleaner out. I will be staying the night, and I do not want it to get erm, frivolous, erm, with any amorous ideas, towards me, while we sleep, and it will need clothes. Mistress A, will you organise dinner for us, there are seven of us, so order say six Kormas, and fried rice," she said organising them.

They released me from the box after giving me another injection to relax me, and carried me into the other room, where they tied me to the chair, with my hands behind my back.

I wondered how I was going to eat with my hands behind my back.

"Fine, it will be a little awkward, but we can manage, I need this fitted, so pull it away from the table, and I will fit it," she said.

I watched with interest, as she slipped a plastic ring over my cock and balls, and then once it rested firmly against my groin, she put the cage back over my cock, and pad locked it to the ring. She then tried to pull it off, making sure it was fitted properly.

"That Slave, is a CD four thousand, and a delight, to behold. You will not be taking advantage of me tonight, not wearing that, you won't, allow Mistress C, to demonstrate," my Mistress told me.

Mistress C came in close, and began to squirm about slowly; as she did, she began to undress. The music was late, but once it started, I understood the dance she was doing, the stripper. She removed her skirt, and allowed it to fall to the floor, then her blouse, and then her shoes were tossed to one side. Now she took her underskirt off, and her stocking followed that. She put her foot on my thigh to undo it sexily, once that was off, she undid the other stocking the same way, and by now my juices were beginning to flow, as she put her hands to her suspender belt. She took that off.

She cupped her breasts; she was now just wearing her bra and panties. She shook her breasts in my face. I felt my cock rise as they quivered delightfully before me, that was when the chastity device did its thing, stabbing my dick making it collapse, to a moan from me, as she smiled, and got dressed again.

"Ladies we need to prepare my new maid for the night. I am serious that if you make a pool on my floor, or a deposit, you will be licking it up, the whole floor. To ensure that I can do, I try to make sure there is no need for you, or any client to make that, mistake. You will not have a toilet available to you so, Ladies, please, begin," she told them.

They untied me from the chair, and stood me up, they tied ropes to my ankles, and told me to open my legs, I stood there, but the ropes tightened pulling my legs apart, as one of them held me up. Once they were wide apart the females put a nappy on me, and rubber pants.

"There, nice and secure, and drip free," the woman said.

The ladies, as she called them, now began to relax the ropes allowing my legs to close. They removed the ropes, and led me into a cage, they lay me on the bed, and fastened straps around my wrists, and fastened them to shackle points on the side of the bed.

By now the last of the effects of the relaxant were wearing off, and I could move my arms more so, but too late, they were by now fixed, in place. My legs were a different matter, and I moved them, avoiding them being tied down, which was foolish, because I was by now fixed in place with pad locks on the wrist fastenings. I still couldn't fight them, but I did make it difficult, for them.

One of the women sat on my legs holding them down, and the others now put a strap on my ankles, and fastened them to fixing points with padlocks on the sides again.

The girls put a strap over my thighs, waist, and forehead holding me down, and then the woman entered, and smiled at me.

"Did you enjoy that little, erm, spat, the struggle to make the girls lives difficult, you failed obviously, four against one, and four capable females against one incompetent, male. Pointless, is what I would call it, a total waste of time, and effort.

I also need to make a point, don't I? You do, as told, no matter what it is, you do it, and you didn't. You tried to well, I don't know what? I mean locked in a cage; where did you expect, to go?

The muscle relaxant had not fully worn off, so you would not be able to stand or walk even, stupid, but I accept that you are, male. Now to make my point," she told me.

She put her hand in a pocket in her dress, and lifted something out, two of the women began to suck on my nipples, while the other two put a sanitary towel over my eyes, and taped it from my fore head down onto my cheeks, ensuring I could see, nothing.

They then put another strip over the towel from one side to the other. By now my nipples were sensitive, excited by the girls sucking on them, and biting them gently, to make then sensitive, and aroused. They stopped, and then I cried out, as they were crushed, mercilessly. I opened my mouth to cry out, and some cloth was pushed in, it tasted odd acrid, and they put tape over the top.

"There, there, now listen to me, I do not mess about, you do, as told, only. Fail, and as you are finding out there is always a means for me to make you sorry, for not doing, as told. No, I cannot get at your arse, to give you another dozen strokes of the cane. but your nipples and balls are very available, to me, and the nipples now hurt, and not just a little. You seem to have stopped moaning about the pain, let me add some more, so that you know I mean, what I say," she told me, and began to pull on my nipples with the clamps, I wriggled, trying unsuccessfully to escape, the pains.

She removed the clamps, and then used a whip on my balls, a dozen strokes.

"There now every part available to me, hurts, I could slap your face for you, but that is not as interesting as what I have done, is it? Tomorrow morning, sorry, later this morning; we will dress you, and train you in being, my slave. Please, remember, there is no escape, and to try is very, painful, as opposed to failing in your work, which as you have found out is, painful. Accepting that I know it was painful for you, please; accept that to try to escape will be very, painful, far worse, than failing.

Your Mistress told me that you wanted to find out about the other aspects of my trade, well there is baby play, which to some degree you are experiencing, wearing a nappy, and wetting it, which I have no doubt you, will do. Then there is nipple play, and again, you have just experienced it, and CBT, another delight. I do not care if you like them or not; all I care about is whether or not they get the results, I require, domination, over you, that is.

Do as told, and avoid pain, accept my domination of you, and enjoy it, revel in it; that was what you asked for, wasn't it?" She asked me.

I heard her footsteps going out of the cage, and the door closing, then nothing, it was bedtime at last, and I lay there held in her warm embrace. It was not as I expected, but it was what I had asked for.

I was surprised that I was comfortable, and the aches and pains soon subsided, allowing me to, sleep.

I wondered what tomorrow would bring, was I to be her slave, as she had said, or was it just the game we were playing. Was it to be as I dreamt it would be, or as she, dictated?