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Chapter 4
As soon as you hear the cellar door click shut you break
down sobbing uncontrollably. What did
you do in your life that was so bad that God, if he exists, could abandon you
to such a cruel fate?
Eventually the tears stop; you are too exhausted to cry any
more. You are at a crossroads now; you
can either accept your life as it is until all that is left of you is an empty
shell, a robot without feelings or you can fight for your freedom. It might
take time for you to build enough trust in me to allow you to serve me
unfettered by chains but as soon as the opportunity arises you will take it.
You were foolish not to take your chance when you had it, but you reason to
yourself you were still in shock at what has happened to you and weren’t thinking
clearly, and okay, maybe a little you were thinking with your dick. But if you
don’t escape it is unlikely with the way things appear to be going that you will
have a dick for much longer. There is
nothing left of the nice girl you once met.
You accepted that you would be punished for thinking of escaping but
assumed that it would be a whipping and would be over quickly. You are devastated at the pleasure I appear
to be getting from torturing and abusing you today. You have
to escape.
Feeling stronger now that you have resolved to fight for
your freedom at the first available opportunity you decide that the best
tactics to use are to make me believe that you are completely broken and
subservient. So although it is tempting
to remove the throbbing vibrator from your arse with
your hands that have been left free you resist the urge. To do so would only bring more punishment
down upon you and would incur my anger again.
You need to keep me happy so that I drop my guard; so gritting your
teeth you leave it in place and just wait.
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Two hours pass before I return to the cellar. You are dripping with sweat and breathing
heavily with the effort of trying to remain upright. The pain in your arse is now just a dull
throb; the vibrator no longer pulsating inside your arse as
the batteries have long since run out. In your weakened state you are finding it
difficult to remain standing, but knowing that if your legs give way you will
either break your neck or strangle yourself in the stocks.
So lost are you in your private hell that my voice startles
you.
‘Oh dear slave, did I forget to remove the vibe? I hope you
are grateful for the extra time I have given you of pleasure. I’m sure you will show your appreciation to
me. But I hope there is no shit on it
because I might want to use it myself later.
You know that if there is, you will have to lick it clean for me. Now do you have anything to say to me?’
Wearily you raise your head as much as you can to look at
me. Exhausted and unable to think
straight you are puzzled by my question and do not know what the expected
answer is. Perhaps you are supposed to
beg me to remove the vibrator and release you.
‘Please Meesteres I have been punished enough. Please release me and allow me to serve you
as a true slaaf should’.
I look at you and shake my head ‘you still haven’t learnt
have you? The only time you beg for
anything is when you beg to be punished for not being a good slave. You are supposed to say “Thank you Mistress
for the pleasure you have allowed me. But I have yet to receive my final
punishment from you. I would be grateful if you could continue punishing me.” Do you understand slave?’
Wondering how you will possibly endure any more torture but
knowing there is nothing you can do to stop it there is only one answer you can
give ‘Yes Meesteres I understand and I apologise for not
answering correctly. Please continue to
punish me as you see fit.’
‘So my little Dutch pet what do you think should be a
fitting final punishment for you today, considering that you have committed the
biggest crime a slave can commit, by trying to escape from your owner?’
‘I am so sorry Meesteres I know that it was wrong to leave
when you placed your trust in me, but I hope that you will give consideration
when you decide your final punishment that I came back to you, because I know
my place is to be with you and to serve you for the rest of my life. I will never try to escape again.’
‘That wasn’t the question Dutch boy. Now answer the question
that I asked!’
Quietly you reply ‘I deserve to be whipped Meesteres’.
‘Well if that is the punishment you think you deserve that
is the punishment I will give you. But I
think that as it was your feet that helped you escape, it is your feet that
should take the punishment. But first I
want my vibrator back. I had better warn
you that when I remove it, because you were an arse virgin you will find that
you will have the automatic reaction to want to shit yourself. If you do and it lands on my floor you will
eat it, do I make myself understood?’
‘Yes Meesteres I understand’.
As I reach behind you and grab the vibrator you squeeze your
arse muscles together desperately hoping that you will not shit yourself. You know that you would never be able to eat
it even if I tried to force you. The
thought of doing so makes you feel really sick.
As you prepare yourself you can not help but think of the days when you
were in the Navy, free to do what you wanted and free to be a man, not a
woman’s property and plaything, to be used and abused. How could your life have changed so
quickly? The thought of freedom and your
old life makes you want to cry all over again and the tears start running down
your face again. I notice them and ask
you why you are crying, when you know that you have brought this punishment on
yourself by being disobedient. You dare not
confess the real reason why you are crying incase I laugh at you, because that
will make you feel worse, so instead you tell me it is because you are so
ashamed at having let your Meesteres down.
You want to serve me the best that you can, and you are ashamed that I
have been disappointed with you.
As I look at your tear stained face the remaining anger I
had disappears. I think the punishment
already meted out to you is enough.
Raping you has almost destroyed you.
Nothing will be gained by whipping your feet.
‘Hmmm slave, I am in a generous mood. If I give you another chance to serve me will
you swear on your life that you will do exactly what I demand, without
hesitation and without question?’
Surprised by my sudden compassion, you agree immediately to
my demands. Anything to make the pain
and humiliation stop.
‘Yes Meesteres I swear on my life, I have learnt my
lesson. I promise I will not hesitate in
anything you ask me to do’.
‘Ok I am prepared to suspend your final punishment and allow
you to show me that you mean what you say, but one mistake and I will get rid
of you’.
Then slowly and deliberately I pull the vibrator from your
arse, making you grunt with discomfort.
Your anal muscles start contracting and you immediately have a strong
urge to push. You squeeze your muscles
as tight as you can so that you do not shit yourself. After the humiliation of being arse fucked
you want to try and retain some dignity.
Soiling yourself would be mortifying, even more so if you were forced to
eat it.
Next I release your legs and finally your head from the
stocks. Your back is aching from being
bent over for so long and you long to stretch out to relieve the pain but dare
not. You also desperately need the toilet
but know better than to ask me if you can go.
‘Now show me respect slave for being kind to you’.
Slowly and awkwardly you drop to your knees and kiss my
boots, all the while squeezing your arse muscles together to keep from messing
yourself.
‘That is not the respect I taught you. Prostrate yourself on the floor you stupid
idiot! Are all Dutch men stupid or just
you?’
Immediately you drop onto your stomach and spread your arms
and legs as wide as you can. Now you can
kiss my boots’. You do so eagerly,
hoping that I will be pleased with your efforts.
‘Ok that will do slave, now go and use the toilet before you
soil the floor’.
Gratefully you start crawling to the toilet in the corner of
the room. Sitting on the toilet you let
your muscles relax and your bowels open immediately making your arse sting, but
you are relieved that you managed to get to the toilet in time. You could not imagine the complete
degradation you would have felt at having to eat it from the floor. You also want to pee but are not sure how you
can when your dick is completely bound.
You know better than to ask me to remove the string, but knowing that
you can not hold your bladder much longer, and this might be the only chance
you have to use the toilet for a long time, you force your pee out. It covers the string making it soaking
wet. You hope that when it dries it will
not shrink and become tighter round your dick.
When you have finished you crawl back to me on your hands
and knees and again prostrate yourself on the floor.
‘Hmm maybe you are learning after all. Now I need to piss, but I am not going to use
a stinking toilet used by a slave. What
do you suggest I do bitch?’
With a sinking heart you know what the answer is ‘Please
Meesteres I would be honoured if you would use me as your toilet’.
Turning over to lie on your back you open your mouth
waiting. I am amazed at this sudden transformation. Perhaps you won’t need much more training
after all.
‘Now remember slave if any piss drips on the floor you will
clean it up with your tongue.’
As I stand with my feet either side of your head I gaze into
your eyes and smile as I crouch down to squat over your face.
Feeling generous I say ‘Are you ready for me slave?’
‘Yes Ma’am I am……..’
Before the word ‘ready’ is out of your mouth I let go with
the first stream of hot golden fluid. It
hits the back of your throat nearly choking you, but you manage to swallow
it. It tastes salty and although the
first time you drank my piss made you want to be sick, you are becoming used to
the taste and perversely, you are becoming aroused but yet again the rope round
your dick once again stops you becoming hard.
The pain is almost unbearable as the blood rushes to your dick but
cannot make it erect. Your face turns
pink at the humiliation of being turned on by drinking another human being’s
bodily fluids. Your reaction to some of
the things I have done to you worries you and you hope to God that you are not
turning into a pervert. You don’t have any more time to think about it though
because I have stopped peeing and I require your attention.
Lifting your head off the ground slightly so that your
tongue is in my pussy, you lick enthusiastically until I am dry. Even when your task is finished you do not
stop. The scent and taste of my pussy is
turning you on and you want more. Your
tongue darts in and out of my pussy and teases my clitoris. Although I had not intended to allow you the
honour of pleasuring me I am already excited and decide that you can lick me
until I cum. It seems that both of us
cannot get over the physical attraction that underpins our relationship. Yet again I am about to allow my desire to
rule my head.
Being in control of you and knowing that you are mine to
take whenever I want is incredibly erotic.
Your apparent eagerness to please me sends a thrill through me. I want you to lick me to as many orgasms as
possible. But I am not comfortable
squatting for so long over your face so I stand up and walk over to your bed,
lying down on the edge with my legs spread wide apart.
‘Come here dog and lick your Mistress’.
Eagerly you crawl over to the bed. You are hoping that if you do a good job I
will unbind your dick and allow you to fuck me.
When you reach the bed you put your head immediately between my legs and
continue licking and sucking. My heart
beats faster and my breathing becomes heavier as your tongue works its magic on
my clitoris. Without being told to you
even tease my anus with your tongue.
Then without thinking you start to caress my stomach and legs with your
hands then start working your way up my body with your tongue until you reach
my breasts. You gently lift them out of
the top of the corset so that they are exposed to you. My nipples are already hard because your
tongue and gently caressing hands on my skin are making me excited. Goose bumps appear across my skin as you cup
my breasts in your hands and squeeze them gently while your tongue circles my
nipples.
You are pleased that you are giving me so much pleasure, and
also pleased knowing that although I may own your body, you are in control when
it comes to giving me that pleasure. Just before you kiss me on the lips you
look into my eyes and ask ‘Am I pleasing you Tracey? Am I the best lover you
have ever had?’
Hearing you say those words and calling me by my name brings
me sharply back to reality. What the hell am I doing?? I am allowing my slave
to do what he likes to my body! I have
allowed my desire for you to take over my senses yet again! I am really angry with myself for dropping my
guard. How on earth can I be so
stupid? To put myself in this position
twice in as many days! I don’t deserve
to own a slave. I certainly don’t know how to own one! I thought it was only
men who are ruled by their dicks but it looks as if I’m just as pathetic! Just
as I feel the anger rising within me another terrible
thought occurs to me. You are not
manacled! All you are wearing is your
slave collar. Shit!
As you lean over me you see the expression on my face change
from lust to anger and then to fear.
Just as I have realised the position I have allowed myself to be put in,
you also realise the same thing. You are
free from bondage and you are on top of me.
There is nothing standing between you and freedom. You may be fairly weak from the appalling
treatment you have received but you are still strong enough to overpower me.
We are both frozen in time, thinking different things about
the situation. You never believed the
opportunity to be free would come so quickly.
But now that the opportunity has come you are in a dilemma. You haven’t had time to plan things properly.
The most obvious option is to tie me up or lock me in the cage and making your
escape. However, this plan causes an
immediate problem as you remember that I have told you there is a tracking
device in your collar, so once I am free I can hunt you to the ends of the
earth to capture you and bring you back.
The second option is to reverse our roles. You can put me in bondage and become my
Master, although you are not comfortable with this idea as you are not
naturally dominant. You have never hurt
a woman in your life, and the thought of hurting me to break my will as I have
tried to do to you makes you feel uneasy.
You want us to be equal but you know that will never happen. The third
option is to do nothing and allow the pain and humiliation to continue for the
rest of your life. When you returned to
my bed you believed you could handle whatever I chose to do to you, but the
reality of being brutally raped by a woman you thought you could grow to love
has opened your eyes to the realities of being a slave. Although I am as much of a drug to you as you
are to me you know that you will not survive a lifetime of brutality.
We both move at the same time. I have realised I must quickly take control
and get you back in chains and you have decided that the second option is the
only answer. I raise my knee to hit you
in the bollocks but with you lying on top of me I can’t put enough force behind
it. It hurts but is not painful enough
to throw you off balance. I hit you
across the face, raking my nails down your cheek drawing blood. It stings and you automatically raise a hand
to your face. I take the opportunity to
push against your chest with all my strength, throwing you off me and on to the
floor. For a moment you are stunned and
don’t react, but then adrenaline kicks in and you are ready to fight. You grab me by an ankle and pull me roughly
onto the floor. I cry out as my head
hits the floor and for a moment you hesitate because you don’t want to hurt me. I quickly recover and launch myself at you
hitting out wildly. But although you are
weak from lack of food and the punishment I have put your body through, the
adrenaline flowing through your body gives you the strength you need. You quickly force me to the ground and sit
astride me pinning my arms above my head.
We are both breathing heavily and the sight of my exposed breasts
heaving excites you. Damn! The bloody string
round your dick is hurting like mad; you are desperate to remove it but first
you need to make sure I am secured so I can not hurt you again. You look around the room to see what suitable
restraints there are that you can secure me to without moving me too far - you
don’t want to give me the chance to fight you again. In the middle of the floor there is a length
of chain padlocked to a ring in the floor but no cuffs attached to it. Initially dismissing it as being no use you
spot a padlock lying nearby, casually discarded by me previously. Holding my wrists together in one of your
hands you drag me kicking and screaming along the floor to the chain and sit on
me again.
‘Don’t you fucking dare to chain me up you shit. You’re the
slave, not me. Now let me go before I
make you regret it!’
‘Hmm I think I am not going to be the one to regret anything
Meesteres, I mean Tracey. I think you
will find that – how do you English say it? ‘The boot is on the other
foot’. I am in charge now, and don’t
think I will forget the things you have done to my poor body. You obviously enjoy doing those things. So let’s see how you enjoy having them done
to you!’
‘You wouldn’t dare! I
have paid a lot of money for you and in the eyes of law of this country, you
are my property! Now you had better
remember that and get your fucking worthless body off me!’
You do not answer me this time but grab the chain with your
free hand and wrap it tightly round my wrists, securing it with the padlock.
‘Ouch that fucking hurts, take it off now!’
‘You think that hurts Tracey? You must have a very low pain
threshold. Real pain is what you put me
through when you whipped me until I bled.
Real pain is having a dildo forced up your kont
(arse) and being buggered with it. Real
pain is having your penis and balls bound with rope so tightly that it makes
you want to scream when the blood rushes to it, and you can’t have an erection. I hope for your sake, that you lose your
arrogant attitude and become compliant to my demands very quickly, because if
you think that the chain around your wrists is painful, you are in for a shock!’
‘You fucking hurt me you piece of shit and you’re a dead
man!’
‘Do you know Tracey; I am tired of hearing your foul mouth. You may look like a Goddess but you have a
mouth like the inside of a toilet. It is
filthy. Why do you swear so much? It is
not very pleasant to hear that sort of language from a lady. Perhaps I should put your head down the toilet
and flush water over you. Do you think
that would clean the foul words from your mouth? After all you thought it was good enough to clean
the shit from my mouth.’
I look at you in horror and realise just how much trouble I
am in. I am now wishing I had been a bit
kinder to you today. While my head is
spinning with thoughts of all the horrible things you can do to me you continue
speaking.
‘But I am not going to do that to you, because unlike you I
am not sadistic. But I will not allow
you to speak again until you can promise me that you will no longer swear, but
first I must remove this rope, that you so cruelly bound round my penis. Perhaps I should make you remove it with your
teeth, but then again you would probably take the opportunity to bite it hard.’
‘I wouldn’t just bite your dick you bastard I would tear it
off and then I would leave you to bleed to death on the floor.’
What the hell did I say that for? I can’t seem to stop myself from either
saying or doing cruel things. I know
that I should be saying nice things to you to try and persuade you to free me
but I am so mad I can’t control my temper.
‘I am so disappointed to hear you say that Tracey. If you can’t say anything nice you will not
say anything at all’.
‘Oh yeah tough guy, if you think you can shut me up you are
sadly mistaken!’
I quickly realise how wrong I am when you rip off my briefs
and stuff them in my mouth. Knowing that
I will spit them out and they are not enough to silence me you look around for
something to keep me totally silent. Standing up you make your way to the
‘implements’ cupboard. Rummaging around
you find a leather strap and a pair of scissors. You also notice several other pieces of
equipment which appear to be items of torture.
You shudder as you realise that I would probably have used those things
on you for punishment if you had been a slave any longer. Quickly shutting the cupboard door you return
to my side. First you force the leather
strap between my teeth and buckle it tightly at the back of my head. The look I give you is pure hatred but
instead of being scared, which you would have been if you were the one in chains,
you laugh and kiss my cheek. That makes
me madder than ever. I am so angry I
feel as if I will explode. You are sooooooo going to pay for this!
Next you carefully use the scissors to cut your genitals
free from the bindings, feeling tremendous relief when they are free although they
feel really sore and tender. You won’t
be using your penis for a while! Unfortunately because gazing at me lying
helpless on the floor, still wearing the sexy outfit you quite fancy screwing
me. But never mind, you think to yourself. It’s not as if I am going anywhere!
The immediate problem is that you don’t have a plan, and you
don’t really know what you are going to do with me. You are reluctant to enslave me, because if
you break my spirit I will no longer be the exciting and strong woman that you started
to fall in love with, but if you don’t break my spirit you will never be able
to let me go free, because as soon as I am you will be in deep shit again. You are so inexperienced at this sort of
thing that you have no idea what to do next.
You decide that the best thing to do will be to look on the internet to
see if there are any sites which can give you any ideas on what to do, or maybe
you will find a site that sells some sort of drug that you can give me to calm
me down and make me a nicer person. You
also need to find a way to remove your collar.
‘Okay Tracey, I am going to leave you now for a while, until
you calm down and I have decided what to do with you.’
While you are talking you make the mistake of standing too
close to me and I take the opportunity to kick out at you as hard as I can. I catch you on the shin with the heel of my
boot, making you grunt in pain. You
realise that you are going to have to be very careful because I will use any
opportunity I get to inflict injury to you, or try to escape. Although I look really sexy lying there with
my thigh high boots on, you do not want to feel the heel of those boots on your
body again. That is twice now that I
have inflicted pain on you with them.
You bend down to try and take them off but I won’t lie still; trying to
kick you at every opportunity. Finally
you give up and sit on my legs and then remove the boots. You smile to yourself as you take them off, remembering
the number of times I have made you remove them with your teeth, but not this
time!
Going back to the cupboard to find something to bind my legs
you find a pair of ankle cuffs with removable links between them. You take out all the links except one and
snap them shut round my ankles. When you
have finished you stand up. Looking at
me you notice that the lacing on my corset has started to come undone. Leaning over you take the laces in your hands
and start re-threading them through the eyelets but stopping at the eyelets
under my breasts. Then you pull the
laces tight, making it difficult for me to breathe. I try and tell you that you are pulling too
tight but the words come out as a mumble.
‘Sorry Tracey are you trying to say
something? No? Okay then I will continue’.
Then you put one foot on my chest and push down forcing me
to take a deep breath in. As soon as I
do you pull the laces even tighter and tie them securely under my breasts so
that there is no chance of them coming loose again.
I can’t breathe properly because the corset is now so tight
it is squashing my diaphragm. I start
panicking and breathing too quickly which makes me feel light headed. You kneel down beside me and gently stroke my
hair whispering that everything will be alright and I just need to breathe more
slowly. When I finally calm down you
stand up and repeat that you are going to leave me for a while until you decide
what to do with me, casually adding that I should be grateful to you for you
lacing me up tightly, because my waist is now very tiny, and isn’t that what
all women want? And it makes my breasts, which are still exposed, look even
bigger which is just what you want.
‘So Tracey we both have what we want from your corset don’t
we!’
Then you walk away without a backward glance, turning out
the light and leaving me in the dark to contemplate my fate, just as I had done
to you.
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