My Dutch pet

Chapter 2

 

When you return to my bed and pull me into your arms, the coldness of your body wakes me and I ask you where you have been.

 

‘I have been to the bathroom Mistress. I know that I did not ask your permission and I ask for your forgiveness but I did not want to disturb your sleep’.

 

‘Two things Roy. One you never, I repeat never do anything for yourself without my permission and Two if you have only been to the bathroom please explain the presence of my car keys on the bedside table’.

 

Shit.  There is no way you can explain how they got there.

 

‘I uh, I was um going to um wash and clean the car as a surprise for you, but I um couldn’t find the um I don’t know how to say it in English, the…’

 

‘You are so shit at lying.  Do you really think I am that stupid? Isn’t trying to escape one of the first things they teach you in training? Maybe you are right and I am stupid.  I can’t believe I took you to bed as my lover, and then fell asleep leaving you free.  What was I thinking of?!’

 

I am really mad with myself.  If I am going to keep you I had better pull my finger out and stop remembering our time together as lovers and friends and start thinking of you as a possession.  I am also angry with you for trying to escape, even though I accept that you did not leave I am upset that you tried to leave at all.  Maybe in my subconscious I thought you might realise what you had left behind when you went back to Holland and that you would be happy to be with me.  Now I realise that I was naïve in thinking that.  It is too early in our ‘relationship’ to expect any feelings from you apart from anger and resentment at being kidnapped and sold into slavery.  Although I have never owned another human being before and am not really sure how a Mistress is supposed to treat her property I believe that the only way to turn you into a good and obedient slave to me is to force you into total submission.

 

‘Roy I will give you a choice.  You can either return to the slave market to be sold again, and hope that you find a new Mistress or Master who will treat you as well as me, or you can remain with me and accept the punishment that you must now receive’. 

 

‘I beg you Mistress please do not send me back to the slave market.  I don’t want to be sold to a man! I don’t want to ever be sold again! Please Tracey, forgive me for trying to leave you.  I know I was wrong and I will never try to escape again.  Please do not punish me, my body still hurts from the whipping you gave me and I can not take any more pain.  I will do anything you ask of me, please’.

 

I just glare at you and say ‘which is it to be slave? The slave market or punishment?  I am not interested in hearing you begging for forgiveness’.

 

Realising that pleading with me is a waste of time and with a feeling of dread at the thought of what the punishment might be you quietly reply ‘I do not want to leave you Mistress; I will accept your punishment’.

 

Attaching a leash to your collar with one hand pulling the leash and the other gripping your dick tightly I drag you behind me to the cellar.  First of all I bind your hands tightly behind your back with rope and then bind your upper arms together, pulling your elbows so close together that your arms are nearly pulled of their sockets. 

 

‘Is that comfortable for you and not too tight slave?’

 

Hearing the dripping sarcasm in my voice you are well aware that it is not a question for which I expect to receive an answer.  Ordering you to lie face down on the cold stone floor you drop to your knees and try to lie down without hurting yourself, it is not an easy task when you can’t use your hands. When you are too slow I help you by grabbing your hair and pulling you down to the floor myself, letting your hair go abruptly so that your head hits the floor with a thud.  Next I tightly bind your ankles together with the leash and then re-attach it to the back of the collar so that your legs are bent behind your back and your neck and head are forced back because the leash is so short.  You are now well and truly hog tied.

 

Laughing I say ‘Okay slave, did the Navy teach you how to get out of a hog tie when you did your escape and evasion training? No? What a pity!  But hey if you think you can escape, feel free to try.  But somehow though I don’t think you will be going anywhere!’

 

You can hardly breathe because the front of the collar is forced against your throat part strangling you.  You open your mouth to try and beg me to release you but all that comes out is a croak, the effort of trying to get enough air into your lungs too much for you.

 

‘Sorry? I didn’t quite catch that. I trust you were thanking me for tying you up so prettily like a parcel. Anyway I must go and get dressed. You don’t mind waiting for me do you?’

 

Without waiting for a response, because I know you can’t give one I leave you lying there in the dark while I return to my bedroom to get dressed.

 

When I return to the cellar after an hour you are in agony having been unable to move your arms or legs, your whole body is screaming out with the pain.  Standing in the doorway I just watch you for a while with a smirk on my face.  When you see me you try and speak to beg me to release you from your bonds, but your voice is no longer even a croak.  Walking over to you I squat down and gently caress your face with my hands.

 

‘Did you miss me? I hope you have been enjoying yourself while I have been getting ready?’

 

Just looking into your eyes tells me that the wait has been anything but pleasure for you and that gives me a thrill. I am discovering that having another human being in my power, and a good looking guy at that is hugely erotic.  Even though I know that you cannot answer because of the collar pressing on your throat I slap you hard across the face for not replying. 

 

‘I would have thought slave that you would have spent this last hour thinking about your disobedience earlier, and that you would realise by now that when I demand something of you or ask you a question that you answer immediately.  But you are still insolent and I think you will require intensive training.  Perhaps I ought to send you to a slave school or a professional Mistress so that I don’t have to waste my precious time training you myself.  But then again, training you might be fun. So I think I will see how we get on first before I make any decisions’.

 

Unclipping the leash from your collar so that you can straighten your legs I leave your ankles and arms bound.  You feel relieved that your punishment was so light.  You were scared that I would whip you again, perhaps even more severely than last time.  Perhaps you did make the right decision to stay.  As long as you try and do what I demand of you your life as my slave will be quite easy.  You resolve to do your best because you are not keen on the thought of being sent away for professional training.  You have no doubt in your mind what that would mean for you.

 

Slapping your face again breaking you from your thoughts I order you kneel in front of me.  This is difficult because the muscles in your legs are cramped, but when you fail to move quickly enough I kick you in the stomach making you cry out in pain and shock.  Ignoring your cry I drag you to your knees by your hair.  Your face is now level with my pussy and I demand that you worship it to show respect for your Mistress. You do so immediately, feeling the first stirrings of arousal at your mouth being so close to my most intimate part.

 

When I have had enough I turn round, bend over and part my legs wide. ‘Dog; clean my arse.  I want you to make sure there is no shit left from when I went to the toilet just now’.  Any erotic thoughts immediately disappear at my words.  The thought of tasting shit makes you want vomit but you are not in a position to refuse.  Deliberately I did not wipe my arse when I went to the toilet so just to make sure you give my arse a good clean I grab your hair and pull your face between my legs holding it there for ages.  Tentatively you stick out your tongue barely touching my anus.  You realise that you are not doing it to my satisfaction when I twist a handful of your hair tightly almost ripping it from your scalp.  Gasping from the pain you force yourself to be a bit more enthusiastic in your licking.  When I consider that you have finished I release your hair and turn round to face you.   I can see that you are struggling not to be sick. With an evil smile I say ‘Just remember slave if you dare to be sick on my floor you will have to clean it up, and you will clean it with your tongue’.

 

The thought of eating sick on top of shit makes you feel even more ill but with a huge effort you manage to control the urge to vomit, even managing to say to the words you know I expect to hear ‘thank you Mistress for allowing me to clean your arse for you’.

 

‘Hmmm so you are learning dog to be grateful for what I give you.  By the time I have finished with you, you will be begging me to allow you to do these things for me, but now you stink of shit so you must clean your face.’

 

I drag you on your knees over to the toilet in the corner of the room, scraping the skin from your knees as they are dragged over the rough stone floor.  Once you are in the required position, I push your head into the toilet bowl and pull the flush.  Instinctively you try and pull away but my hold on you is too strong.  When I release you, you collapse onto the floor choking on the water you have swallowed. ‘Now that you have had your wash dog and have had time to reflect on your appalling behaviour I can think about how to punish you’. 

 

Your heart sinks and you are filled with dread.  You thought that being hog tied and being forced to clean my arse was your punishment.  What on earth am I going to do to you now?  You are starting to think that it was a huge mistake to return to me and that you should have escaped while you could, but it is too late now.

 

I know that as you have already tried to escape that you are not yet broken.  Perhaps if I had bothered to allow you to tell me the reason you returned instead of running as far away as possible I might have taken a different course of action.  But totally oblivious to the fact that you stayed because of the feelings you have for me all I can think of is that there is still a chance that you might wait for another opportunity to escape or even worse try to overpower me and turn me into your slave.  I can’t let that happen, so I must make sure that you are completely broken.  To achieve that you must be completely humiliated and demoralised.  I must make you think like a slave and not like a man, and this must be done as quickly as possible. So tomorrow for you will be nothing but pain and humiliation but today I have other things to do, so you must wait for me to start your punishment.  The waiting you will find is almost as unbearable as the actual punishment.  You will be in the dark in the cellar not knowing when I intend to return or what I intend to do, and you will go out of your mind with the terror of waiting and not knowing when it will start.  That is the first step in dehumanising you.

 

You will not have your bed to sleep in.  You do not deserve it.  You will be sleeping in your cage.  I remove the leash from your ankles but immediately replace it with manacles and repeat the process with your arms.  Then I make you crawl on your hands and knees to the cage.  You keep collapsing because your arms are numb from being tied tightly for so long.  Every time you collapse I whip your arse with my horse riding crop.  Once you are in the cage I lock it and walk away, stopping at the doorway to blow you a kiss and to say ‘sleep well bitch, it’s the last decent sleep you will have for a long time’.  Then I lock the door and leave you in the cold dark cellar to wait for your punishment.

 

There is not much chance of you getting any decent sleep. The cage is little bigger than the one you were confined to on the terrible journey to the ship.  You can lie down but only with your legs pulled up to your chest.  There is no padding on the floor of the cage; just bars to dig into your naked flesh.  You have never felt so desolate in your entire life.  You cry softly as you while away the hours thinking of your family and your homeland.  Have they been told yet that you are missing?  Is the Navy searching for you?  Surely they must have found the girl who kidnapped you.  Your friends all saw her so they would recognise her again.  They must be looking for you, mustn’t they? In your heart though you know that it will be just about impossible to trace you. 

 

Trying to remain positive you turn your thoughts to your immediate situation.  You know that you will receive a harsh punishment for trying to escape.  You understand that in my position I have to show you who is boss, although you are concerned that I appear to be enjoying what I have done to you today.  You know that the only way to get through the torture will be to try and switch off from what is happening to your body, to take your mind elsewhere as you have been taught by the Navy.  At the end of it, you hope that I will be satisfied and will once again show the kind side of my nature that showed itself when we made love together.  That is the person that you decided to stay for.  You hope she isn’t lost to you forever.

 

With all these thoughts running through your mind you eventually doze into a fitful sleep.