I was just released by my Mistress after 24 years of total enslavement

I was just released by my Mistress after 24 years of total enslavement.

 

It all began back in 1982. I was 28 years old living in New Mexico and was hot to be dominated. I had been having thoughts of submitting to a Dominant Female ever since I had reached puberty. I saw an ad in one of those newspapers that cater to Dominants and submissives. It said “Lifestyle Dominant looking for live-in submissive slave” it went on to say that the lucky sub would live a 24/7 relationship as Mistress’s total slave. I was intrigued. I wrote her a long sincere letter explaining my tendencies and begging for an interview. I also enclosed my phone number. About two weeks later I received a call one evening from her. She said her name was Mistress Brandi. She told me that she would do the talking and I would listen and answer her questions. She said that she lived in San Francisco. She went on to ask me if I had any experience to which I answered that I had visited a number of Professional Dominatrixes but never felt fulfilled. She told that she was 36 years old and had been a Dominant for about 14 years and had developed a lot of experience and expertise over that time. She said that I sounded sincere but she wanted a “tryout” first. She asked me if I had any family or job ties. I told her that both my parents were killed in a car accident when I was 9 and that I had been raised by my Grandmother who died when I was 20.  I told her that I was working as a waiter at a local restaurant and lived in an apartment with about 2 ½ months left on the lease. She told me if I was interested I was to come to San Francisco in 2 weeks for a weekend interview/tryout. She said she would book the flight and call me back with the Departure and arrival times. I said I was excited to meet her and would look forward to her call.

 

I took Friday, Saturday and Sunday off from work for the next week in anticipation of her call. On Tuesday of the weekend before I was to visit her she called. Mistress Brandi said that she had booked a flight leaving Albuquerque Friday at 12:00pm arriving in San Francisco at 6:00pm and that I was to pay for the ticket on the day of the flight. Mistress Brandi told me to bring some clothes but said she wanted to wear a black muscle shirt, black shorts and black sandals so she could recognize me at the Airport. I was also to stand close to the debarking area with a sign that said Brandi’s that way there would be no way of mistaking me.

 

I went out and bought the attire that Mistress Brandi told me to wear and on Friday I drove to the Airport to catch my flight to what I would later find out was my destiny.

I was very nervous. I paid for the ticket and boarded the plane. Once the plane took off I knew that there would be no turning back. I arrived in San Francisco at 6:15 got off the plane and waited with my sign. About 30 minutes later a Beautiful Brunette Lady wearing a leather vest, a leather skirt and black high heel boots approached me. She told me that she was Mistress Brandi and I should not speak unless spoken to and to follow her two steps behind. Mistress Brandi was absolutely breathtaking. I followed her to the bar in the airport and we got a table and sat down. She said that she wanted to have a drink and chat for awhile. She asked me a lot of questions and I poured my heart out to her. I was mesmerized by her. I told her that I felt my place in this world was to serve a beautiful woman. She seemed to like that. We both had 3 drinks which really seemed to loosen us both up. She told me that if accepted, I would live in her basement in a jail cell to be at her beck and call. This excited me. She also explained that she did not have to work because she had sold her multimillion dollar business and was able to support us for the rest of our lives from the proceeds. She said it was time to go to her place.

 

We left the bar and I followed out to the parking area where it had now become dark out. She led me to a Lincoln Towncar and told me to stand by the trunk. She opened the trunk and I was instructed to take off my shirt. She put a locking collar on my neck, handcuffed my hands behind my back and put me in the trunk. She closed the trunk and I heard her get in the car and start it and we drove off. We drove for what seemed like an hour before we got to her house. The trunk opened and I realized I was in a garage. Mistress Brandi attached a leash to the collar and lead me to a stairway that went down, I assumed it was to the basement. At the bottom of the steps there was a big metal door with two deadbolt locks. Mistress Brandi asked me if I was ready and I said I was. She unlocked the door and led me in. We went down a short hall to another locked door which she opened and we were inside her dungeon. There was a 10 x 10 foot jail cell in the corner it had a toilet and sink in it along with abed with a very thin mattress. On the walls were every kind of s/m implement one could dream of. Whips, paddles, canes, restraints, nipple clamps, gags it was all there. On one wall was a St. Andrews cross, another wall had shackles bolted into the concrete. In the middle of the room there was a whipping horse, a whipping post and a table with all kind of restraints attached to it. Mistress Brandi said that this would be my home for the weekend and maybe permanently if I was accepted to her service.

 

Mistress said that she was tired so we would begin training in the morning. She unlocked the handcuffs made me strip naked, put me in the cell, locked the door and told me to get some rest as I would surely need it. She then turned the lights off and left the room. I could hear her heels click on the stairs as she went upstairs.

 

The next morning as I lied awake I could hear Mistress approaching. She was dressed in a leather bra, leather mini skirt and had on thigh high, high heel boots. She looked wonderful. She said are you ready slave and I meekly said yes Mistress. She let me out of the cell and immediately attached wrist and ankle restraints. She then put a leather hood over my head and gagged me. Mistress Brandi said it was time for some fun. She attached me to the whipping horse and proceeded to start by whipping my upper back. She whipped me quite hard but the funny thing was that it felt really good. I just moaned as she continued to whip my back. She then got a paddle and soundly paddled my ass. Again it felt good so I just moaned.

Mistress released me from the horse and told me that I was a real pain pig and she liked that. I was happy to have pleased her.

 

Next she attached my restraints to chains hanging from the ceiling and tied up my balls with a piece of roped and attached the end to a hook in the floor. Then she applied hemostat type tit clamps to my nipples. She then began to whip my cock and balls. That really hurt. After a while she focused her attention on my nipples. She cracked the whip so hard it knocked both clamps of my nipples which she put right back on. Oh my goodness that was pain like I never felt before. She continued the tit torture and cock and ball torture until I almost passed out. She the let my arms down and I fell into a quivering mass on the floor. She said “I think that you are going to work out fine but I have a few more tests.

 

After I recovered she chained me to the wall and put electrodes on my cock and balls and an electric metal butt plug up my ass. For the next two hours she shocked my cock, balls, and asshole and had absolutely no mercy. I was screaming and crying and she would not stop. Finally she said I have one more thing that I want to do to you before I give you some rest time. She strapped on about a 12 inch dildo and told me that her slave had to always be ready for a good butt fucking. She lubed my ass and slowly inserted the dildo into my ass. I thought that she would split me in half.  She started slow and began thrusting harder and harder. The pain was almost unbearable but I took it like the slave that I am. After she finished she wiped my slavehole, took of the hood and the tit clamps and put me back in the jail cell. She gave me some juice to drink and said that she would be back for more later and I should rest. About fifteen minutes later I realized that she had put something in my juice and I went out like a light.

 

After I do not know how long I heard a voice which woke me up saying slave get up.

It was Mistress Brandi this time she was dressed in a black spandex body suit with 6 inch high heel pumps, oh my, she looked so sexy. She said that she had decided to accept me into her service but there were some things I needed to know. First, she would give me 30 days to close up the details of my life. Second, my new name was pig. She said that when we got settled that I would be tattooed with slave in red across my chest and pig would be tattooed on my ass. I would also have to be pierced. She wanted my nipples, septum and cock pierced. My cock would have a Prince Albert and an amplang  with a ring in it not a barbell. The ring would go around the glanshead of my cock. She said that I will have to wear a chastity belt too. She said that she had other plans but we would come to them later. I said whatever pleases you Mistress and she said you have the right attitude pig. She then said that she was ready to hurt me somemore as it was very pleasurable to do so.

 

I still had the wrist an ankle restraints on so she took me out of my cell and chained me up and began to whip me again. She whipped my entire body drawing welts all over and blood in some areas. My ass was next. Mistress Brandi paddled it so hard the tissue became all hard and swollen. My body looked like ground beef. I really looked well beaten.

 

Mistress Brandi told me That I was not allowed to jerk off except in her presence, so until I came to live with her she would have to do something to prevent unauthorized jerking off. She strapped me to the table and using a scalpel made about 20 cuts on the topside and bottom side of my cock. She said the soreness should prevent me from jerking my pud.

 

It was late now so Mistress locked me in the cell and told me to get some sleep as my flight leaves early on Sunday. I went right to sleep.

 

The next morning she awoke me, I ate some cereal and she drove me to the airport.

 

As she said goodbye I started thinking, only 4 weeks until my passion to serve will be fulfilled.

 

To be continued.