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Chapter 15
The
Your Mistress allows you to lie at
her feet for some time before she stands up.
Removing the headphones and then pulling your leash she gestures for you
to stand up. You do so with some
difficulty as your hands remain clasped behind your head. You are led by her into another room. You realise it must be the kitchen as the
floor is tiled and feels cold on your bare feet. Tapping your hands she indicates that she
wants you to lower them. Her hands then
guide yours to items on the counter. You
can feel a cup and a kettle and then she places a spoon in one hand and what
feels like a teabag in the other. You
realise that she wants you to make her a cup of tea. Shit! This is not really a good first task for you
to complete for her. You don’t drink tea
and I was always telling you that your tea tasted disgusting. You seem to
remember that I always complained that it tasted like dish water or hot
milk. If you can’t make decent tea when
you can see, how on earth are you going to make it completely blinded. Perhaps you need to leave the teabag in
longer? You make your first cup of tea
for her doing the best you can, considering that you can’t see; you have no
idea if you have poured too much milk in or what it looks like. When you have finished you turn away from the
counter holding the cup in your outstretched hand ready for her to accept from
you. When the cup is placed back in your
hand almost immediately you realise that your first attempt hasn’t been
successful, it has obviously been poured into the sink. You tense waiting for the inevitable
punishment and you automatically flinch when her hands touch you. You are confused when the slap you were
expecting doesn’t happen. Instead she
turns you round to face the counter again and places another teabag in your
hand. It takes ten attempts at making a
cup of tea before she appears satisfied.
Each time you have made it you have made a mental note of how many times
you have squeezed and stirred the teabag in the cup and tried to judge exactly
how much milk you poured into the cup.
You smile to yourself as you realise that the expression about being so
good at something you can do it blindfolded is true. You literally can make a decent cup of tea
blindfolded! Not once did your Mistress
punish you for making a disgusting cup of tea, she just got you to make another
one until she was happy with it.
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For several weeks you remain hooded
during your waking hours. At night when
you are taken back to the cage to sleep you kneel on the floor in front of the
cage facing away from her while she removes the padlock on the hood, and
unlaces it. You then crawl into the cage
and count to 100 before you remove it.
By that time she is gone. There is always a bowl of cold water, soap,
toothpaste and a toothbrush in the corner of your cage. As soon as you have removed the hood you wash
your face and clean your teeth. You
really hate wearing the hood as she always laces it really tight putting
pressure on your head and making your skin sweat. You don’t know why she makes you wear
it. It’s not as if she has kidnapped you
and you would be able to describe her to the police if you ever escaped and she
was caught. She owns you so what
difference does it make if you see her face?
Perhaps she is really ugly or disfigured and doesn’t want to see a look
of disgust on your face. You want to be
able to tell her that you don’t care what she looks like, that you are just
grateful to be treated well by her but as you are not allowed to speak you just
have to accept the hood for as long as she wants you to wear it. But removing it at night and splashing cold
water over your face feels like heaven.
When you lie in your cage at night
you can’t believe how you have changed so much within such a short space of
time. You have gone from being a free
man to an angry and resentful captive to an almost docile and accepting
slave. You are worried that the longer you
are enslaved the more you will lose your identity, that you will become a machine
who is unable to think for himself. If that happens, you will never be free. It worries you a lot as you have seen how
robotic some of the slaves at the auction house have become as a result of
years of slavery. You can’t imagine what
it will be like for you as time passes, to spend every waking hour in servitude
to another. You crave having a book to
read to stimulate your mind, or if not a book a hobby or something, anything
that you are allowed for yourself to occupy your mind when you are left for
hours on your own. Perhaps with time if
you can develop a ‘relationship’ with your owner, she will allow you something
to keep your mind alive. But for now you
must accept your life as it is.
In the mornings as soon as you wake
you wash and clean your teeth again before pulling the hood back over your head
and kneeling in the middle of the cage to wait for her to come and release you
from your prison. Each morning is the
same, you crawl out of the cage and kneel before her while she re-laces the hood
and padlocks it shut. There is no need
for her to put chains on your wrists and ankles as you are permanently kept
with them on. Breakfast of porridge is
fed to you every day while you sit on the floor by her chair. She obviously doesn’t want you making a mess
of the hood by making you eat from a bowl yourself. However, your water bowl is left on the floor
and that you have to drink from like a dog.
You find it extremely difficult trying to lick water from a bowl and are
never able to get enough to drink this way so you feel permanently
thirsty.
Your Mistress has taught you to
complete different tasks while completely blinded by the hood. You can cook a simple meal, as long as the
ingredients have been laid out for you.
You can wash the dishes and the kitchen floor. You have even learnt how to dust the living
room, as you now know by touch exactly where all the ornaments and various
objects are within the room. You feel a
glow inside you each time you learn to complete a new task to your Mistress’
satisfaction. You are always rewarded in
some small way when you please her. It
might be a kiss on your lips, a bottle of beer, or as happened the first time
you really pleased her with the huge effort you made at a difficult task she
set you, she allowed you to wash her when she was bathing. You knew that to be allowed to touch her
naked body was a real honour and you were very proud at being given this
reward.
However, with rewards for good work
there is also punishment for failure.
Although, punishment is reserved for the occasions when you fail to
complete a task to her satisfaction when she knows that you are capable of
doing better. She does not punish you
when you are still learning a task. Your
punishments usually take place in the cellar.
You are chained to a whipping post and your back and/or arse are beaten
with a crop. Although it hurts and
sometimes it makes you cry with pain, she never loses control or whips you in
anger. You know that when she punishes
you it is because you deserve to be punished, and not because she gets a kick
out of making you suffer. So where as
once you were terrified of being whipped, you now accept your punishment
knowing you deserved it for letting your Mistress down.
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After eight weeks you are finally left
alone to do the housework while she has gone into the city to do some
shopping. Although it occurs to you that
you could attempt to escape, you are well aware that it would be futile. Hooded and chained you wouldn’t get very far,
and even if you did attempt it you only have to think of the disastrous
consequences of your last escape attempt.
At this moment in time you have to let fate take its course. If you are ever meant to be a free man, then
it will happen one day, you are sure of it.
But while you are daydreaming you
are not paying attention to what you are doing and accidentally knock over one
of the ornaments sitting on the fireplace.
With a crash it lands on the stone hearth, shattering into tiny pieces. Panicking you blindly try and pick up the
pieces, hoping that you will be able to find some glue and stick it back
together. Maybe your Mistress won’t
notice……
What the hell am I thinking! Of
course she will notice! Shit Shit Shit. What am I going to do? You know that there is only thing you can possibly do that
will show your Mistress how deeply sorry you are to have broken one of her
favourite ornaments. Quickly cleaning up
the broken pieces and placing them in a bag on the kitchen counter so that your
Mistress will see them as soon as she returns, you feel blindly in the kitchen
drawers for pen and paper. Then you do
your best to write a note explaining that you are deeply sorry and to tell her
where you have gone.
It is two hours before your Mistress
returns. She senses from the quietness
when she enters the house that you are not completing your tasks or cooking her
evening meal as you should be by now.
With a feeling of dread she walks through the ground floor of the house
looking for you, but knowing instinctively that you will not be there. She really thought that you had become
completely subservient to her, and that this, the first time she has left you
alone in the house would be the final confirmation that you could be trusted. She wants to cry that you have failed this
final test. So your freedom still means
more to you than anything. She has no
choice but to phone the police. She is
really upset at the thought, as she knows once the police are involved and you
are caught your life will be complete hell.
Or what is left of it will be anyway; because no doubt once your
previous violent history becomes known to them you will probably be sentenced
to death.
Walking through to the kitchen to
pour herself a glass of wine to steady her nerves before she makes the phone
call that will probably end your life, she notices for the first time the bag
with the broken ornament inside it.
Beside it is a piece of paper with a barely legible scrawl on it. It is obvious that you have tried to leave a
goodbye note for her, but through her tears and because you have written it
without being able to see your handwriting she can barely read it. Wiping her tears away she concentrates on the
writing. Puzzled she realises that it is
not actually a goodbye note, it says that you are really sorry and something
about waiting for her in the cellar.
What does that mean?
Cautiously, she makes her way to the
top of the cellar steps. Her heart is
beating fast and her breathing is rapid as she feels the fear rising inside
her. What if you have freed yourself
from your bondage yet again and are waiting in the cellar to beat and rape
her. She knows that she should not
venture into the cellar, she should just phone the police and wait outside the
house for them to arrive, but something is drawing her down the steps, almost
against her will. Slowly, taking one
step at a time she reaches the door at the bottom of the steps. With a shaking hand she reaches for the
handle and slowly turning it she opens the door and pushes it gently. Rooted to the spot she is too scared to walk
through the open door. But she knows she
has to face this fear. She cannot own
you if she is scared of you. Forcing
herself onwards she pushes the door wide open and freezes.
She cannot believe what she is
seeing. You are definitely waiting for
her in the cellar, but not in the way she had feared. You have chained yourself to the whipping
post and laid the riding crop at your feet to await your punishment. Relief courses through her body and she
starts to cry again. She is overwhelmed
that you have given yourself so completely to her, that you are willing to
accept your punishments without resentment and to offer yourself to her for
punishment for breaking an ornament. She knows what a huge gesture this is from
you. Losing one of her favourite
ornaments is nothing compared to the gift you have just given her –
yourself.
Walking across the room to you she
reaches up to release your hands from the whipping post, and then she plants a
kiss on your neck. You are startled at
this unexpected touch. Having been
chained to the whipping post for two hours waiting, you were completely lost in
your own private thoughts. When she
reaches up to release your hands you realise that she is not going to punish
you, and are upset by it. You deserve to
be punished and you want her to whip you.
Once your wrists are free from the post you kneel down and blindly feel
around for the crop, pick it up and hold it in your outstretched hands towards
her. She takes it from you but makes no
move to shackle you to the post. As she
won’t, you stand up and again shackle yourself to the post. She still makes no move so you pull your body
away from the post and bend forward as much as you can so that your arse is
pushed outwards indicating to her that you want her to punish you.
For a while nothing happens but you
hold your position determined to make her understand your need to be punished
for letting her down. She finally
understands and reluctantly brings the crop down on your backside. It was not very hard and you know that she
will not whip you properly as you deserve, so trying to speak inside the hood
with the zip closed you make a sort of grunting noise and try and pull yourself
further backwards towards her. You know
she has got the message when the next blow hits you with a lot more force and
you give a muffled cry of pain. Eight
more times you receive blows to your arse before she drops the crop to the
floor. And then….. nothing. You realise that she has left the
cellar. Shit. You wanted to be
punished but you didn’t particularly want to be left hanging on the whipping
post with your arse on fire for god knows how long!
You are left there for ten minutes
before she returns. The feeling of cold
ointment being applied to your butt makes you jump in surprise, but within
seconds the fire in your arse starts cooling down. Your hands are released from the whipping
post and clipping a leash to your collar she slowly leads you out of the cellar,
back up two flights of stairs and back into what you guess correctly to be the
bedroom. Through the bedroom and into
the bathroom, she tugs on the leash indicating that you kneel on the
floor. Then to your immense surprise you
feel her hands at the back of the hood, first removing the padlock and then
unlacing it.
You are finally going to ‘meet’ your
Mistress! You know that what you have
just done has proved to your Mistress that you can be completely trusted. You could kiss her for rewarding you by
allowing you to see her. You don’t care
if she is an old crone, although from the times you have felt her body on
yours, you are sure she is young. All
you want to do is worship her, no matter who she is or what she looks like.
When the hood is removed you keep
your eyes closed and your head bowed.
You will not gaze upon her until she gives you permission. When she puts a hand under your chin to raise
your head you open your eyes slowly. You
know that the light will blind you after being kept in darkness for so long and
so are surprised to find that the room is lit by only a few candles allowing
your eyes to adjust quickly. And when
you raise your eyes to look at her you are dumbstruck!
She bursts out laughing at the
expression on your face. If only she had
a camera she thinks, the look on your face is priceless. If it were physically possible your jaw would
have hit the floor.
‘Well?’ she asks ‘are you pleased to
finally meet your Mistress?
Completely speechless all you can do
is stare at her.
‘I’ll take that as a yes then shall
I?’
‘M M Mistress I can’t believe it is
you! Never in my wildest dreams did I
imagine that I would return home to you. But I don’t understand. Did you buy me back from my new owner? Is she here?’
‘I am her, my pet. I have always been her.’
‘But you sold me for £150,000…….’
‘I never sold you
It encouraged me that no matter what
humiliations were heaped upon you, not once did you lose your temper or hit out
at anyone. You accepted everything that
was done to you without complaint.
Everything that has happened to you since that dreadful night has been a
test of your character, including the weeks you have spent hooded since I
brought you home. I knew that if you
were deaf, dumb and blind you would have to rely completely on me to look after
you. I wanted you to learn to trust
me. And you did. When I saw you shackled and waiting for
punishment this evening I knew that you fully understood your role as a slave
and had come to accept it. I know that I
have made the right decision to keep you.’
‘Please Mistress, may I speak
again?’
‘Yes. What do you want to say?’
‘I made a promise to you Mistress,
that no matter what I would never use violence against a woman again and I
meant it. I have accepted that my life
is no longer my own and that I am merely the property of another human being. If I am to be used and abused then that is my
fate. I hope that I have proved that to
you these last few weeks. I have learnt
that if I am a good slave and do my best you will reward me, if I am a bad
slave and lazy or not doing the tasks set for me to the best of my ability,
then I will be punished. I have learnt
to trust. I know that you will look
after me and treat me well if I do my best for you. I deserved to be whipped today and I was
upset that you punished me so reluctantly.
I broke something that was precious to you through carelessness. Chaining myself to
the whipping post was my way of telling my Mistress that I was truly sorry for
what I had done. I was upset that the
gift of myself was refused and……..’
‘I know Roy. I understood what you were doing and that is
why I could not bring myself to punish you.
It was an accident and did not deserve punishment but I realised that
offering yourself willingly for punishment was important to you.’
‘It was Mistress and I am grateful
that you understand. If you will allow
it Mistress I have one question to ask you that my heart needs to know the
answer to…’
‘You can ask Roy. I do not intend to keep you silent or make
you ask for permission to speak, unless I have company, so ask your question’.
‘Mistress, I need to know, when I
was fighting for my freedom at the auction house, if I had fought the female
slave and won, would you have allowed me to go free?’
The question throws me and I am not
sure how to answer. I know that how I
reply will be very important to you.
There is no way that I can tell you that you were deliberately set up to
fight both a friend and a woman so that I could test you. You would be devastated to know that I did
not want you to go free, but the question is would I have honoured your right
to go free if you had fought the woman?
It is a question that I had not prepared an answer for.
Pondering for a few moments on the
question I finally reply ‘If you had won the fight
You are so overjoyed just at the
thought of being able to see your family and once again see your old home that
you don’t care if you will never be free again.
You know that you would never tell them what has happened to you,
because you would never risk them going through some of the hell that you have
suffered. But to see them……….
I can see how delighted you are at
this and know that the thought of seeing them will help you through your life as
a slave. Because although I will treat
you well, you are still a slave and there will be things you will have to do
that you will not like. But right now I
need a long hot soak in the bath and you are going to tend to my needs, so stroking your cheek gently I tell you to
climb in the large bath tub with me so that I can lie between your legs and use
your chest as a cushion for my head.
You do not need to be told
twice. You have not had the luxury of
lying in a bath tub of hot water since your capture and to have the added bonus
of your naked Mistress lying against you!
As I lower myself into the bath after you, and make myself comfortable
leaning against you, you cannot resist reaching out to stroke my hair and then
kissing it.
I smile to myself. Such insolence
from a slave, to caress his Mistress without permission! But it confirms to me that you will become a
perfect and devoted slave given time……………..
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