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Chapter 21
After ten minutes of crawling on your hands and knees through the town Chrissie becomes impatient at your slow progress. With a sharp tug on the leash she yanks you to your feet.
‘Oh for fucks sake, I’ll never get home at this rate. As much as it pleases me to have you crawl behind me it’s taking too long and I’m freezing so you can walk the rest of the way, and don’t dawdle.’
Not that she gives you any chance to lag behind as still holding the leash she sets off at a quick pace dragging you behind her forcing you into a run as your hobbled ankles won’t let you take a normal length stride. People stare as you pass by and many give you a wide berth as if afraid you are suddenly going to either attack them or pass on a hideous disease to them. By now though, you are too exhausted and cold to care. All you want to do is get indoors where you can warm yourself. Chilled to the bone you can’t think beyond getting into a nice warm house and if you are lucky receiving a hot drink to help thaw your frozen body.
When you reach the house Chrissie opens the front door and drags you in. The house is lovely and warm and as she leads you into the living room the first thing you notice is a huge open fireplace where a fire is already burning. She instructs you to throw more logs onto the fire and stoke it up which you do immediately, glad to be near the warm fire. Once the fire is going to her satisfaction she orders you to kneel in front of it. Surprised at her sudden compassion in allowing you to warm yourself you thank her and drop to your knees in front of it. Within minutes you realise that there was no compassion in letting you be near the fire. The sudden increase in your body temperature causes excruciating pins and needles throughout as your body warms up too quickly. How could you have been so stupid? You should have realised that her only intention was to make you suffer.
Too scared to move you remain kneeling where you are even when your skin starts to feel as if it’s burning, but as you reach the point where you don’t think you can take much more she decides she is bored watching you squirm. Snapping her fingers at you she calls you over to the couch to kneel at her feet. You don’t need to be told twice, relieved to move away from the roaring fire you quickly crawl to where she is sitting reading a magazine. For ten minutes you kneel there head bowed, manacled hands clasped behind your head while she completely ignores you. As well as your skin feeling red hot your piercings are throbbing and you tongue is still swollen. You are desperate for a drink but dare not ask her for one. Instead you try and distance your mind from the physical pain your body is suffering while you wait for her to acknowledge your presence. When she does it is to smack you hard on the side of your face, the diamond ring on her finger slicing a bloody gash through the skin just missing your left eye. The blow takes you by surprise making you wince in pain.
Getting up from the couch she orders you to follow at her heels. Removing your hands from behind your head you drop to all fours and follow her like a faithful dog, staying as close to her heels as you can, hoping that being obedient will keep her in a good mood. Although if slapping you round the face and torturing you with the heat of the fire is something she does when she is in a good mood, you dread to think what will happen if she loses her temper with you. Leading you into the kitchen she points to a bowl of water on the floor followed by a sharp kick to your naked arse to get you moving. You crawl towards it and lap up as much water as you can with your swollen tongue. While you are drinking she prepares a bowl of food which she casually drops down on the floor next to the drinking bowl. The stench from the bowl is foul. It is the unmistakable smell of tinned dog food, mixed with what appears to be dog biscuits. Glancing up at her, the smirk on her face confirms that the food is for you.
‘Don’t just kneel there staring at it! It’s the only food you are getting today so I suggest you get stuck in before Prince eats it for you.’
Prince you figure must be her dog, although you have yet to meet him. Part of you is tempted to tell her she can go fuck herself you are not eating dog food. You have forced yourself many times to eat scraps of leftover food sometimes covered in piss or cum from bowls on the floor but the thought of eating stinking dog food turns your stomach. But knowing that you have no real choice and not wanting to give her the satisfaction of physically forcing you to eat it, you slowly lower your head and start lapping up the food as best you can. With each mouthful your stomach contracts and you have to fight the urge to bring the food back up. When you have finally forced the last mouthful down she degrades you even further by insisting you lick the bowl clean. After you have licked every last morsel from the sides of the bowl you sit back on your heels with head lowered, not wanting to see the amusement on her face as she laughs at your dog food smeared face and hair.
‘Oh dear what a mess you’ve made! I think we’d better get that cleaned up don’t you?’
Mumbling your voice barely audible you reply ‘yes Miss Chrissie, if it pleases you. I would be grateful if I can clean my face’.
Choosing to ignore the fact that you didn’t answer in a clear voice as instructed earlier she opens the door which leads from the kitchen to the utility room and calls in her dog. A huge German Shepherd comes bounding into the room excited to see his Mistress after being shut away for a couple of hours. After she has made a fuss of him and he has settled down she calls him over to where you are still kneeling. The dog smelling food; doesn’t wait for a command from his Mistress, he eagerly starts licking the food from your face and hair. Too terrified to move incase he decides to bite you, you remain rigid while he slurps his wet tongue all over your face. Chrissie stands there laughing as she watches the comical scene before her. When the last trace of food has been removed by the dog she calls him back to her to sit at her side then orders you onto your hands and knees with your legs spread as wide as the hobble chain will allow.
‘Now I must tell you Roy that Prince is a very territorial dog, as well as my pet he is my guard dog. For you to be accepted by him you must know your place in the pack. I don’t think I need to tell you where your place is, you are intelligent enough to figure out that you are at the bottom of the pack. In a moment I am going to let Prince investigate you. If he accepts you he will mark you to let you know. I suggest you remain as still as possible. Any sudden movement could be seen by him as a threat and he will rip your throat out.’
Terrified, you remain as still as a statue as the dog is set free to explore your body. First he goes back to your face, still smelling faintly of dog food he hopes there may be some morsels left. Finding none he starts sniffing your body carefully. Once he reaches your arse you feel yourself breaking out into a cold sweat. His nose is right against your dangling cock and balls. Oh God, please don’t let him sink his teeth into my balls or chew my cock off! As his tongue reaches out to have an experimental lick you pull away without thinking. A low warning growl from the dog freezes you. You force yourself to remain absolutely still as the dog continues to lick your balls and then turns his attention to your arsehole. Your arse cheeks already spread wide open give the dog easy access and he licks furiously along the perineum and hole. All the time the dog is doing this to you, you can hear Chrissie trying to stifle her laughter. You just want to die. Never before have you felt so degraded. You have suffered so many humiliations and indignities since your kidnap and you thought that you could never be more humiliated than that time at the auction house where you were tied to the post on the auction block and sucked off by a Hells Angel biker. But this is something else. Nothing you have ever been forced to do can compare to the complete horror of having a dog licking your genitals and arse.
Breaking down you start sobbing ‘please Miss Chrissie, please call the dog off. I beg you please don’t humiliate me this way. I’ve never done anything to you, why do you want to treat me like this? You already have what you wanted. I am yours for the next two years and you know that I will always obey you, so please let me have some dignity I beg you!’
‘Oh do shut up Roy, stop making such a fuss. The dog is nearly finished and by the look of it he accepts you into our little family.’
You realise what she means by that when you feel a hot stream of piss running down between the crack of your arse and dripping onto your balls and legs as the dog cocks its leg to mark its territory. Once it has finished it trots back to Chrissie and sits again at her side.
Completely broken and devastated you curl up in a ball on the floor and cry. Even when Chrissie tries to pull you back to your knees by yanking on your collar and giving you a kick, you refuse to obey, letting your body go limp making it difficult for her to lift you. Eventually she gives up and with another kick aimed at your balls she leaves you lying there sobbing. Pouring herself a glass of wine she calls the dog to heel and returns to the living room to continue reading her magazine.
For a long time you lie on the kitchen floor curled up into a foetal position trying to come to terms with what you have been forced to endure. You can’t believe how Chrissie could stand there and laugh while her dog was abusing you. You have thought many times since your captivity that you had sunk as low as you could get. God knows I had let you suffer many humiliations, but nothing like this. You don’t think you will ever get over it. If Chrissie is prepared to treat you the way she has within hours of her ownership of you, you are terrified of what you are likely to suffer at her hands during the next two years.
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When she eventually returns to the kitchen, Prince as ever following at her heels, she finds you slumped against a wall with your knees drawn up tight to your chest with your arms around them pulling them as close in to your chest as you can. At the sound of her heels clicking across the tiled floor you apprehensively raise your head to look at her, quickly lowering your eyes again incase you incur her anger at daring to look at her without permission. Stopping in front of you she lifts your chin with her hand so that once again you are looking directly at her.
‘Don’t look at the floor Roy. I like to see you looking at me. Your eyes are the mirror to your soul and I get a huge kick out of seeing the fear and hopelessness in them. Now I assume you have got over your little tantrum just now? Huh?’
When you don’t answer she continues ‘I will take your silence as a yes. Now I think we need to have a little chat, just to establish a few ground rules. I will also allow you this one opportunity to ask me any questions that you may have. I can’t be fairer than that now can I?’
This time you answer with a quiet ‘No Miss Chrissie.’
Just to confirm your status as the lowest form of life within her household she takes hold of the leash still hanging from your collar and gives it to the dog to take between his teeth. Then with the command ‘heel’ she strides off towards the living room once again. Prince immediately moves to follow her tugging sharply on the leash as he does so, leaving you no choice but to get down on all fours and follow him your face burning with the shame of being led on a leash by a dog.
Once in the living room Prince still holding your leash in his mouth immediately sits in front of his Mistress, ears pricked and staring intently at her face waiting for a command. You are left on hands and knees behind the dog not sure what to do and too scared of the dog to move. Raising your head to look at Chrissie you try and muster as much respect into your voice as you can and ask ‘Please Miss Chrissie what do you want me to do now?’
With a very dramatic sigh she says ‘I can’t believe you have just asked that Roy. Copy your Master, it’s not difficult!’
Not understanding you ask ‘Miss?’
‘You’re really not very bright are you Roy? I thought we had already established your position in my house. I am the Mistress of both Prince and you, and as you are subservient to Prince, then he is your Master. See it’s not difficult to understand is it?’
Mortified that a dog can be considered superior to you, you flush a deep red.
‘I asked you a question Roy and I expect an answer. Do you understand?’
‘Yes Miss Chrissie.’
‘Yes Miss Chrissie, what?’
Cringing inside at being forced to voice the words so that she can mock you, you answer once again ‘Yes Miss Chrissie I understand that the dog is my Master and that you are Mistress to both of us.’
Smirking she says ‘That’s better, that wasn’t too difficult was it? Now like I said just now, copy your Master.’
Shuffling forward you sit beside the dog and try to copy his stance, sitting back on your heels with your hands on the floor in front of your knees, and looking up at Chrissie. With a smile of satisfaction she pats you both on the head. Then lifting her feet up she stretches herself out comfortably on the couch smiling to herself as she looks at her two attentive pets.
‘Okay Roy, lets start shall we. Now I suggest before we do that you think about all the things you want to ask me because this is the only opportunity you will be given to ask any questions. Once we have got that out of the way I will inform you exactly what is expected of you and how you will live under my roof. I would also ask you to remember to show me respect at all times during this conversation because if you make any sudden move to attack me either physically or verbally I will give Prince the command to rip you to shreds. Understood?’
Not being able to give any other answer you reply ‘Yes Miss Chrissie I understand.’
‘Right what is your first question?’
‘Miss Chrissie I would like to ask why you hate my Mistress so much that you would want to take me away from her.’
Laughing lightly she says ‘Don’t hold back in your questions will you! Okay let’s jump straight in. Tracey and I go back a long way. I’ve known her for about twenty years; since we were teenagers. She always had a knack of getting the cutest guys while I always ended up with the ugly friend. It’s not that she deliberately went for them and most of the time she never even knew that I fancied the guy she was dating. But it started to really piss me off that she was so casual about them; always dumping them after a few months because each poor guy ‘wasn’t the one’. She was looking for her soul mate so she said. If I ever got to date her cast offs they would always go on about how wonderful she was, making me feel that they were only dating me to stay close to her. And what used to piss me off more than anything is that she is so bloody nice, she’s always been good to me and I used to feel like a real bitch having mean thoughts about her, which makes me hate her even more. But then I met a guy that I really liked and I was so excited but guess what, yeah he decided he liked her and that was that. She announced that she had found her soul mate, totally oblivious to the feelings that I had for him. I had to stand by watching them fawn all over each other, each time it was another stab in my heart. That’s why I hate her so much, the one guy that I really wanted, she took for herself.’
Surprised by the venom in her voice but starting to feel a little sorry for her you ask ‘why didn’t you tell her that you liked him?’
Leaning forward slightly so that her face is close to yours she replies ‘because she got pregnant by him and it was too late to say anything.’
It takes a while for her last words to sink in and then you realise what she is saying ‘You you mean I’m the guy you wanted?’
‘Yeah that’s right. Don’t look so surprised. But I guess that I had a lucky escape considering how you treated her at the end.’
Being reminded of the casual way you dumped me and the terrible thing that happened to the unborn baby you lower your head with shame.
‘I’m sorry Miss Chrissie. I treated you both badly. I had no idea you had feelings for me. If I had I would never have flaunted my relationship with Tracey in front of you. Is that why you want to humiliate and degrade me? To punish me for not knowing how you felt about me?’
‘For the first time in my life I have the guy I want, here in front of me and he cannot walk away. Yes I want my revenge. I want both of you to feel as miserable as you made me feel. I can treat you however I want to treat you and you will do whatever I tell you to do. My pleasure will be your only consideration. I intend to make you both pay for the way you made me feel all those years ago. I am going to humiliate, degrade and punish you while Tracey is forced to stand by and watch. There will be no taking you out socially to the pub as my companion. When I take you out you will be clearly marked as my slave.’
Worried about your future in her hands you try and placate her by saying ‘Miss Chrissie, I can only apologise for the way my Mistress and I made you feel. I would never have wanted to upset you so much and I am sure my Mistress wouldn’t either. She cares for you and believes you to be her best friend. She would be devastated to know that you really hate her. I swear to you that I will do my best to make things up to you. There is no need to humiliate me or punish me, I swear that I will spend my time with you doing all that I can to make you happy and I will serve you the best I can.’
Furious that you still think of me as your Mistress she leans close to you and hisses ‘Let me make one thing clear to you Roy I am your Mistress, not her. She is no longer anything to you. If I allow you to ever speak to her again you will call her Tracey, not Miss Tracey or Mistress but just plain old Tracey. When she is visiting here you will do nothing for her, unless I give you my permission. You will not show her any respect at all. In fact you will not even acknowledge her presence unless I give you permission. Your loyalty is to me and you will call me Mistress or Ma’am. I expect complete and I mean complete obedience from you at all times. You will always crawl at my heel and will not stand in my presence unless you are completing a task for me which requires standing, or I give permission for you to stand. You will always without exception remain naked and in chains. I fully intend to make the most of my ownership of you and who knows; maybe you will never go back to her. I will humiliate, degrade and physically torment you whenever I feel like it and you will accept everything that I do to you. If you try and resist or refuse, or give any hint to Tracey that you are not happy then you know the consequences. I will not just return to Court to have the original sentence invoked I will report to the Judge that your former Mistress has tried to reclaim ownership of you thereby breaking the contract. If that happens you will both end up on Jersey. If you really want that bitch to suffer several years of hard labour and whippings then by all means refuse to co-operate. Have I made the situation clear to you?’
Shocked by her outburst and worried that she would carry out her threat, you stutter ‘y y yes Miss Chr…Mistress. I understand perfectly. But please can I beg you for one thing?’
‘What?’
‘Please Mistress, I beg you not to take your revenge on my….Tracey. It is not her fault that we were together. I pursued her until she gave in. I hurt her as much as I have hurt you and she does not deserve to receive your anger. Please do not hurt her. I will willingly do anything that you want. If I fail you in any way then please punish me as hard as you wish but please don’t do that to her.’
‘Hmm it’s very touching you know, that you would be prepared to suffer anything for her. I bet she wouldn’t even appreciate it if she knew, but you know the score. Do exactly as you are told and she will stay free. Not difficult is it?’
‘No Ma’am.’
‘Good, now any more questions before we finish?’
‘Umm Mistress I have one thing I need to know the answer to. I have sworn that I will do all that you ask of me but there is one thing that you may order me to do that truly terrifies me and I need to know if you intend to make me suffer it.’
Curious as to what it could be Chrissie raises an eyebrow ‘Go on.’
‘Umm what you did to me earlier, when umm when you uh let Prince uh…..….I’m sorry I can’t say it. I am too ashamed.’
‘Ah, you want to know if I am going to make you have intercourse with your Master. You said that you will do anything for me, if I order you to suck your Master’s cock or bend over while he fucks your arse, will you really do as I ask?’
‘I don’t know if I could live with myself Ma’am if you ordered me to that. I think I would die from the horror of it, but if you gave me the choice between doing as you order or sending my uh Tracey to Jersey, then I uh I would do it. But I hope Mistress that you do not hate me so much that you would make me suffer that?’
‘Well, I have to say that I hadn’t really thought about it. Bestiality is not really something that turns me on. The only reason I let Prince lick your genitals was to make you fully aware of your position within this house and to serve as a reminder not to get any funny ideas about trying to overpower me or escape. You are the lowest of the low in my house and as long as you remember that there will be no need for a repeat performance. Unless of course Prince is overcome by lust one day while I am out. I don’t think for a moment that you would dare to try and stop him!’
At the terrified expression on your face Chrissie starts laughing. ‘Oh my God you’ve just given me a fantastic idea. I think that I will have to invite my best friend round one evening and let her see how much Prince likes you!’
Knowing full well that she means inviting me round to watch Prince lick your balls and arse you feel incredibly sick. There is obviously nothing that Chrissie won’t stop at to extract her warped revenge on us both. You know then that she is truly mad, and capable of anything.
Suddenly she announces that the conversation is over and it is time to show you to your ‘accommodation’. Standing up she takes the end of your leash from Prince’s mouth and tugging on it she makes you follow behind her.
Your accommodation turns out to be the utility room, leading off from the kitchen. The same room where it appears that Prince sleeps. Leading you over to one of the walls, she attaches a length of chain that is already hanging from a ring bolted into the wall round your left ankle and secures it with a padlock. Once you are secured she releases your wrists and ankles from the other chains, giving you more freedom of movement.
‘You will remain in this room until your piercings are healed and you are of use to me. You will find everything you need to keep yourself clean in the cupboard under the sink. I expect you to wash your whole body twice a day, shave your face and genitals every day, and use the antiseptic cream on your piercings three times a day. In the cupboard you will also find a blanket and a chamber pot.’
Having no idea what a chamber pot is you wonder whether you should ask, but decide that it would probably be better to remain silent.
She doesn’t give you any opportunity to ask anyway, as she turns on her heel and walks back into the kitchen leaving you alone.
Immediately you test the length of the chain to see how much freedom you have to move about the room. Surprisingly the chain allows you to walk from the wall you are chained to, to the wall opposite where the small sink and cupboard are located. Opening the cupboard door you find all the toiletries you need to wash and shave, Chrissie has even supplied a small towel for you to dry yourself. Also in the cupboard as promised is a thin blanket and what must be the chamber pot, sitting next to a couple of rolls of toilet paper. Lifting it out you look at it curiously. You’ve never seen one before and wonder what on earth it is for. The wide porcelain bowl with a handle on the side looks really strange; perhaps it is for you to wash in? But you realise that you don’t need to wash in that because there is a sink for you to use. It takes a while, but it slowly dawns on you that the bowl must be for you to empty yourself in. The thought goes through your mind as it has done before that the English are a very strange people, why would they need to go to the toilet in a bowl when they have perfectly good bathrooms to use? You are however, glad that Chrissie is at least allowing you to go to the toilet when you need to and not when it suits her.
You are left alone for the rest of the evening and the door only opens again when Chrissie lets Prince in to join you for the night. Completely ignoring you the dog heads straight for his bed, curls up and goes to sleep.
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For the next few weeks you remain chained to the utility room wall. Chrissie comes in daily to give you a large bowl of food, fruit and a high calorie drink, and to check that you are keeping yourself clean and that the piercings are healing. She also takes away the full chamber pot and returns it empty to be used again. Not once does she speak to you and you dare not speak to her.
You are worried that being in solitary confinement with no stimulation for such a long time will drive you mad, and perhaps that is what Chrissie is aiming to do to you. So to try and relieve the boredom and to while away the hours and days that you are isolated with nothing to do to occupy your mind you start an exercise routine, pushing yourself more and more each day becoming almost obsessive about it. Although Chrissie soon notices the difference in your physique she makes no mention of it when she comes in each day.
The nights are the worst you find, you daren’t move around too much while the dog is in the room incase he decides to focus his attention on you. Left to lie on the stone cold floor wrapped up in just the thin blanket to keep out the cold each night, your mind starts wandering to the woman you will always think of as being your real Mistress. You torture yourself with thoughts about what I am now doing and how I am feeling about what I believe you did. You can’t help but dwell on what happened that fateful night and how stupid you were. Each night you cry yourself to sleep, knowing that you have only yourself to blame for the situation you have put both your Mistress and yourself in.
By the time Chrissie decides to end your solitary confinement you are completely depressed and your spirit has gone. You are just a shell of the man you once were, which is exactly the effect Chrissie wanted. It was really difficult for her to leave you alone when all she wanted was to fuck, degrade and humiliate you, but knowing that she has completely broken your spirit was certainly worth the wait.
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