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CHAPTER THREE
I walked back into the house carrying the rest of the packages and set them down next to the suitcases. I felt unbelievably embarrassed standing naked before a 15 yr. old girl in my own house. “So, how big is this house?” asked Bridget with a little grin on her face.
“It’s four bedrooms Mistress Bridget,” I answered obediently. I was thoroughly proud of that house. It wasn’t as nice as some of the homes in that neighborhood but it was nicer than anything I ever lived in, in Indiana. The university gave me a list of several properties when I moved here and, because of my position as a professor with them, I could get a beautiful home for 20% under market value. My deposit was almost half of the purchase price and the payments were very manageable with my income. It was surrounded by two acres of wooded land and sat back from the road by a couple of city blocks. The house itself was a two story Victorian style with a full basement. Up stairs were two, nice sized, bedrooms and a full bath. Originally there were three but I turned the third bedroom into my studio. It had a small balcony on the north end with two large glass doors leading to it. During the day the room was washed in beautiful sunlight from those doors. I loved that room. Down stairs were two more bedrooms, one of which was my master bedroom. It was furnished with a large, king sized bed and two large matching dressers. I had a large walk in closet with everything nicely organized. The living room was also large. The kitchen was not that large but it was nicely equipped with all stainless steel appliances. The basement wasn’t much. I never really hadn’t much use for it but it came with the house. I did have the washer and dryer down there. The furnace was, of course, down there. I also had a small work area with a nice bench and several power tools. There was also a small, stand up shower down there but I never used it. I had a beautiful full bathroom off the master bedroom that all the comforts of home.
Bridget was looking around. “Get down on your knees and wait here while I have a look around,” she said. I did as I was told. Bridget started going through the house one room at a time. Every once in a while I’d hear her say, “Nice, very nice.” from one of the rooms. My knees were starting to kill me. I tried moving a little to take some of the weight off but I didn’t want to move too much for fear of more retribution.
Finally I saw Bridget heading in my direction. “Pick up those suitcases and follow me,” she said while turning and walking toward the master bedroom. For a minute I had fantasies of our sleeping together in my large bed. Then I remembered what she said in the pet shop about me sleeping in the cage. Certainly she wasn’t serious thought. “OK,” she said pointing to the floor, “put those down and start emptying everything out of the closet and out of all the drawers.” Once again my mind started spinning. What am I supposed to do with all my clothes I thought. Do I dare break the rule and ask her. I’d better not. I better do what she says. Reluctantly I started pulling all my clothes from the closet and laying them on the bed. As I was doing that Bridget started making two piles, one on the bed and one on the floor. I was disturbed at the way she was throwing some of my best clothes in a pile with no concern. Soon the closet was empty. There was a small pile of clothes on the bed but most of my clothes lay in a heap on the floor. “Well, don’t just stand there, start clearing out all the drawers….NOW,” she had a stern look on her face. I did as I was told and started with the drawer holding all of my socks and underwear. As I tossed them on the bed Bridget took the socks and threw them in the direction of my clothes on the bed. She took every pair of underwear and tossed them on the floor with my other clothes. Next came some casual slacks, some folded shirts, and some sweaters, all of which went on the floor. “OK, now,” said Bridget, “tomorrow everything that’s on the floor goes to Goodwill, the rest of the clothes you can take down to the basement with you.” I couldn’t believe my ears. There was a couple thousand dollars worth of clothes on the floor. Also, every pair of jockey shorts was there as well. What did she expect me to wear to work. My anger got the better of me.
“Absolutely not,” I exclaimed! “It took me years to build up that wardrobe.” With out saying a word Bridget walked to the phone on the table near the head of the bed. She picked up receiver and dialed the operator.
“Operator, I’m calling from Lake woods, Illinois, can you connect me with the local police please.” My heart sank. Damn! Once again I knew I had no choice but to do what she said.
“OK, OK, I’m sorry,” I said. “I’ll do exactly what you say, I’m so sorry, please, please don’t call the cops, please.”
“If I hang up I’m going to punish you until you hurt like you’ve never hurt before, do you hear me?”
“Yes Mistress,” I begged, “Yes, Mistress, please punish me but please, please hang up.” She slowly returned the phone to its cradle.
“OK, right now I want you to do as I asked. The punishment will come later. Now, get those clothes down to the basement like I said, then get the cage and set it up in the basement as well. I’ll be real nice and allow you to put it in any corner of the basement you want.” I brought the clothes down stairs as ordered and hung them up on a steal cross beam. I laid my socks on the work bench for lack of any other surface other than the floor. I went back up stairs and got the cage. I set it up in the corner nearest to the furnace. I had no real heat down there other than what escaped from the furnace itself. Even the floor was very cold on my feet. I was wondering what to do next, should I go back up stairs or stay there, she didn’t say. I didn’t have long before I had my answer as I heard Bridget’s footsteps coming down the stairs.
“Are you ready to take your punishment,” she said? I could see that evil little smile again. I was really getting to hate that smile.
“Yes Mistress,” I said it but I didn’t mean it. She started looking around at the ceiling. Then she walked over to the work bench and looked around over there. I didn’t know it but she was assembling the things she needed.
“You see that floor joist,” she said pointing to the joist above my head. “I want you to screw this big hook in there as far as it will go.” I took the large hook and followed her instructions. It was in there very solid. I knew she was probably going to hang me up there and I also knew it would have no trouble holding me. “Now, feed this rope through the hook.” Again I did as ordered. “Now put these back on.” She gave me the handcuffs from before. I closed them around each wrist. She tied the rope around the chain between the cuffs and started to pull on the rope. She pulled until my hands were completely stretched above my head and my toes were barely touching the cold, basement floor. She tied the rope to the work bench and I was hanging, completely helpless and vulnerable. Bridget turned and went back up stairs leaving me hang there. I thought this was going to be my punishment, hanging in the cold basement for who knows how long…..I was wrong. A few minutes later Bridget came back down. She was carrying one of my belts. I wasn’t sure what it was for, certainly she wasn’t planning on whipping me with that. Bridget walked around behind me. That’s when I felt the blow from the leather belt.
“Auhhhhhheeee,” I screamed out. My flesh was on fire. I had been in a couple of fist fights in my life but, never had I been whipped with an object on my naked skin. Whap! Another blow ripped across my ass, and another, and another. My body was jerking violently which was also causing the handcuffs to cut deeper into my wrists. I started crying, no bawling, from the pain. Again and again Bridget yielded blow after blow. I was almost unconscious. Finally she stopped. Bridget walked around in front of me and saw my semi-unconscious state. She walked over to the faucet in the laundry room and found an old container. She filled it with water and walked back to my hanging body and threw the water in my face. It was cold and I started to come around. Bridget grabbed my flaccid cock.
“What’s the matter slave, a good whipping doesn’t turn you on?” This was a cruelty I hadn’t seen in Bridget before. Oh, she was sadistic as hell, I knew that, but this was pure torture and I could see in her face, she was enjoying it. “We’re not done yet slave,” she said, “That was punishment, now we’re going to have a little demonstration to illustrate the hold I have on you. Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to spread your legs as far apart as you can and I’m going to kick you in the nuts. Then…..I’m going to tell you to separate them again and I’m going to kick you in the nuts again. This is just a little lesson to teach you to do what I say NO MATTER WHAT! Now, go ahead, spread your legs as far apart as you can.” I knew if I didn’t do what she said she would simply pull them apart herself and I was completely helpless. If I made her do that I figured she would kick that much harder so, I complied and separated my legs as much as I could. Bridget came up with her right foot and crushed by balls. I howled with pain, I try to bring my legs up to my stomach with the pain but I was so weak from hanging there and the whipping I couldn’t, all I could do was hang there in excruciating pain. “OK,” I heard Bridget say, “again, separate those legs.” I couldn’t hardly move but I pulled them apart as far as I could. Without the slightest reverence from my condition she kicked me again. This time I came close to passing out.
I could feel Bridget letting me down. My legs were like rubber and I simply folded up and laid in a fetal position on the cold, hard cement floor. Bridget walked up to me and pulled up my chin so I could look at her. “Are you starting to get the picture,” she asked? “You are mine and everything you have is mine. I own you, like a piece of meat. I will use you for my amusement and for my pleasure. If you make me angry for any reason, I will punish you beyond belief.” I couldn’t answer her but I nodded my head to show I understood. “Now, it’s been a long day so I’m going to bed,” she said. “You, on the other hand, will be cleaning this house tonight from top to bottom. I could tell a bachelor was staying here. It’s not the cleanest place but that will change. Starting tonight you will keep this place immaculate. You will get out the vacuum and everything you need to clean this entire house. I want all the windows spotless, I want the dishes done. You’ll have to do them by hand so the dishwasher doesn’t disturb me. I want all the floors cleaned and waxed and the carpets vacuumed. I want the furniture polished and I want everything done properly. It’s a little after 11pm. I figure you’ll be busy right up until breakfast.” With that, she turned and walked up stairs. I knew she was going to my former bedroom to sleep for the night. I had to figure some way out of this situation. My insides were cramped up light a rope tied in tight knots. Slowly I started to move and was able to straighten up enough to get on my feet. Slowly I worked my way up the stairs and started washing the dishes. For the rest of the night I worked from room to room dusting, vacuuming, washing and polishing floors. I could see light starting to come from the windows and wondered how long she would sleep. By now I the pain in my body had subsided but I couldn’t get used to doing all this work in the nude. On several occasions during the knight, I got hard as a rock.
It was only about 7am when I heard the shower in my master bath. Oh no, I thought, I’m not quite done. I stepped it up and worked feverishly to finish waxing the hardwood floor in the living room. I was just unplugging the buffer when she opened the door and walked out.
“You’re not done yet,” she said raising her voice.
“Yes Mistress,” I said lowering my eyes, “I just finished.” She looked around the room.
“This room looks pretty good. Are all of the other rooms this clean?”
“Yes Mistress. May I put the buffer back in the storage closet?” She looked pleased.
“Yeah, go ahead. Then get into the kitchen and make me breakfast. I want two eggs over easy, two strips of beacon, a slice of toast lightly buttered, a small glass of orange juice, and cup of coffee with half a spoon of sugar and milk. Do you have any oatmeal?”
“Yes Mistress,” I said in a weak, little voice, “I have the instant kind.” She smiled.
“That’s perfect. Now get in there and start making my breakfast. After I’ve been served you can eat. You’ll put two packets of oatmeal in bowl then bring it to me, but that’s after I’ve been served properly. Understand?”
“Yes Mistress.” I headed for the kitchen and started her breakfast.
Chapter 4
Once again my body betrayed me. As I stood by the stove frying my Mistresses eggs I could feel my cock starting to twitch again. I concentrated as hard as I could trying my best to keep from getting another hard-on but it was no use. As I turned to serve her she laughed at the sight of my cock standing straight up. After serving Bridget her breakfast I took a bowl and emptied two packets of instant oatmeal. I was about to heat the water when my Mistress spoke up. “Unh ah,” she said, “bring the bowl to me.” I did as I was told. “Now get down on all fours and keep your eyes glued to the floor.” This was so humiliating. This girl was almost young enough to be my daughter. But then, that’s why I’m in this mess to begin with. She walked around behind me and I could hear her moving her clothes around. Then I heard a noise. I knew immediately she was peeing into the bowl. I could hear her rearrange her clothes again then mixed up the oatmeal with a spoon. “Here you go,” she said putting the bowl down in front of my face. I want to see you eat it all up but no hands. You’ll eat like the lowly subhuman you are.” Damn, what do I do. I’m not going to eat that. Then I felt her hand reaching between my legs and grab a hold of my balls. She dug in with her finger nails and yanked up. Again the pain went right to the pit of my stomach. I had no choice. I lowered my head and started eating the fowl tasting mixture. As I eat I felt my cock straightening out again. Damn! Damn! Damn! I’m humiliating myself as much as she is. We finished breakfast about the same time.
“Now, you can go down stairs, take a shower, and get dressed. You can wear what ever you want today, except for underwear of course. I’ll give you 30 minutes. We’re going shopping in Milwaukee today and I want to get an early start.” Bridget walked to the computer and I went down stairs and stepped into the shower. The water was like taking a week-long vacation in the tropics. It was so invigorating, so refreshing, so soothing to my aching body. I actually exited the shower with a smile on my face, the first time I’ve done that for awhile. Since Bridget gave most of my clothes to Good-Will, it wasn’t hard to pick out what I would wear. What is in Milwaukee, I thought while slipping my pants up over my bare ass. It was strange wearing no underwear. Once again I started cursing myself as my dick started stiffening at the feeling of the smooth fabric of my trousers sliding up it’s shaft. It took all the concentration I had to exercise mind over matter and keep myself from getting hard again.
I made it back up the stairs with a couple of minutes to spare. Bridget was still sitting at the computer. She had my wallet sitting on the desk and I could see my credit card was sitting on top of it. I walked up and stood in silence. Bridget looked up, “I just ordered a little surprise for you,” she said, “unfortunately it’ll take about a month to get here. That’s OK though, it’ll give me time to get everything arranged for your party.” For words struck fear in the pit of my stomach. She had that evil little smile on her face again and, “party” sounded like public humiliation to me, or at least, getting more people involved. I said nothing but thought to myself, I have a month to figure out how to get out of this mess. I have to come up with some plan because I’ll be damned if I’m going to be humiliated in front of others in my own house. Little did I know the plans Bridget was cooking up were far worst than I had ever imagined.
As usual, Bridget drove. It took about an hour to get to Milwaukee and, all the way there, she didn’t say a word. She seemed to know just where she was going and pulled into a large shopping mall just outside of town. Without a word, she parked the car, got out, and started walking toward the mall entrance. I was sure she wanted me to follow her so I fell in a couple steps behind her. She soon found Victoria’s Secret and I followed her in. Silently I watched as she picked through a whole table full of sexy women’s panties. Oh no, I thought as I felt my cock starting to stir again, not here, please. With-in a couple of minutes a beautiful, young lady walked over.
“May I help you,” she said with a large smile. She was stunning with gorgeous blond hair cascading over her shoulders. Her body was, in my mind, perfect. I was never one for big boobs. I agreed with the French, they should fit into a whine glass. Hers were just right. Her waist was so small I visualized myself putting my hands around it and being able to touch my fingers together. She was wearing a short, but not too short, skirt that showed off her shapely legs. I glanced at her left hand and saw no sign of any rings. I smiled as I thought, when I get out of this mess I’m coming back here and ask her out. “My name is Beth.” She was still smiling.
“Yes, thank you,” Bridget said, “I’m looking for several pair of panties, definitely some thongs, maybe a few pair of boy’s cut, and one or two pair of full cut.”
“Yes ma’am, of course.” She took a quick scan of Bridget’s body. “I’m guessing you take a small?” Just then any hopes of me coming back here and dating this vision of loveliness were completely dashed.
“Oh they’re not for me,” said Bridget, “they’re for him.” The lovely sales girl tried to look nonchalant.
“Oh, I see.” She looked in my direction. “In that case I would say a medium, wouldn’t you?”
“You’re a better judge at that than I am,” said Bridget. “Here,” she said finding a medium, “let’s check these.” Bridget turned and held the pair of full cut, pink panties up to my hips for a size check. I could feel my face turning three sheets of red. I also felt my cock coming to attention again. Oh no, I thought, not here, not in front of her.
“Let’s see how these fit.” Beth, the sales lady walked up and held up a pair red, boy cut panties. Her smile now was bigger than before. Damn, I thought, I was hoping the sales lady would be totally indignant and tell Bridget to leave but I could see that wasn’t about to happen, she was actually getting turned on instead. As I felt her dainty hands hold the panties up to my belt my cock sprang up in disgusting, wanton, sexual desire. Without underwear it was easy to see through the thin fabric of my trousers. Beth and Bridget looked at each other and laughed. All I wanted to do was crawl under the counter. “I sure wish I could see him modeling his new panties,” said Beth, “but it’s against store policy. I could never let him in the back room.”
“Yeah, that is too bad,” said Bridget. “I’ll tell you what, if you don’t mind the drive I’ll give you our address and you can come any time you want and I’ll have him model everything for you.”
I could hear the excitement in Beth’s voice. “Where do you live?” Bridget took a small piece of paper and a pen from her purse and wrote down the address. “Oh, that’s not that far,” she said, “I’d love to come over. I’m off tomorrow, would it be possible to come out tomorrow, say late morning? That way I’d have the whole day.”
“Sure, that would be great,” Bridget turned in my direction and looked straight down at my engorged shaft, “it looks like slave here thinks it’s a good idea also.” The two girls laughed out loud and others in the store looked over to see what was so funny. They confirmed their plans for 10am Sunday morning. The girls had formed an instant bond and I knew I was going to be the worst for it. They continued to have fun and they moved through the store picking out the sexiest lingerie they could find. By the time we were ready to check out Bridget and Beth had picked out almost $1000 dollars worth of panties, bras, garters, pantyhose, stockings, a couple of corsets, a skimpy, little black mini dress, and two pair of 5” high heeled shoes. The thought of being forced to wear this stuff in public was terrifying.
Bridget gave the sales lady my credit card. She leaned over the counter, “are there any bondage shops around here?” she asked in a whisper. “You know, I want to get some restraints, chastity devices, things like that. I just thought you might know of a place like that.” Bridget had this girl’s interests pegged.
“Actually I do know of a couple of places down town.” She gave Bridget a piece of paper with directions. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” Beth said as we turned. Bridget smiled back at her and we started back to the car. Of course I carried all the packages while walking several steps behind my Mistress. She glanced at the directions and started for down town. I knew I was going to be humiliated again so I was in no hurry to reach our new destination. My mind was in turmoil, we had been in the store for over an hour and I had been hard as a rock the whole time. I was also hornier than I could ever remember. Every ounce of my being wanted to start jacking off right then and there, even if it meant doing it right in front of my 15 year old Mistress. I’m not going to do that though. I’m going to use some self restraint and concentrate on something else. Something that will take my mind off my swollen cock. I focused on my next painting. I had an image for my next painting before all this stuff started. I could contemplate it’s composition and coloring.
A few minutes later we pulled up to a dingy looking storefront with blacked out windows. This did not look good….at least not to me. Bridget found a parking place about a half a block down the street. I was thankful we didn’t have to walk further, it didn’t look like that great a neighborhood. As Bridget walked into the doorway and large, bouncer type, guy approached. “May I see some ID please?” Bridget pulled out her phony ID and showed it. He gave an approving nod of his head. Then she reached back into her purse and pulled out my wallet.
“Here is my slaves ID,” she said. The large gentleman gave another nod but, this time, with a small smile, and we walked in. I knew Bridget didn’t have to show that guy my ID, she did it just to embarrass me again. As we walked into the store I was shocked. I had never been in anything like this before. There were leather outfits and straps all over the place. On one of the walls were hundreds of metal hand cuffs, bars of various lengths, and dozens of different kinds of restraints. The customers were also different from the normal customer you’d see in the mall. One young woman was totally nude except for a wide collar. Attached to the collar was a leather dog leash and she was being lead around the store by a tall, good-looking man. I assumed he was her Master. My future was starting to flash in front of my eyes. There is simply no way I could ever allow myself to be lowered to the depths of inhumanity like these people. I must find a way out of this, I thought.
“May I help you?” Bridget and I looked in unison to see a petite sales girl. She had short, black hair that was spiked upward and heavily gelled. She had, what I would call, an average face, not ugly but not beautiful either. Her body, however, even as small as it was, was anything but average. She was perfectly proportioned with full breasts, narrow waist, and nice, slim hips. I could tell she had us summed up immediately. Knowing Bridget was in charge she addressed her question directly to Bridget.
“Yes,” said Bridget, “I’ve just taken a new slave and I need everything. I need plenty of whips, I need some punishment devices, and, Oh, I need a couple different chastity devices, something that’s fun and also one he can wear 24/7.” The sales girl had a pretty smile on her face. She knew she was in for a nice, big sale here. “The first thing I want are several collars. I want one like that,” Bridget pointed at the nude slave with the wide collar I saw when we first walked in, “and a few smaller ones. Do you have any that he could wear under his shirt. One that wouldn’t be seen but that would be a constant reminder that his is mine?”
“Yes Ma’am,” said the sales lady, “we have everything you need. Your slave definitely needs to be collared, should we start with that?” We both followed her to the far corner. I couldn’t believe all the different collars they had. As I looked a little closer I could see every one of them had a locking device so they couldn’t be removed. I had been embarrassed many times in public since this whole thing started but, for the first time, I was starting to get down right scared. This girl was actually planning on “enslaving” me. The sales girl was going over several collars with Bridget, showing her the different features. I heard the sales lady say, “here, try this one on him.” I looked and Bridget had a wide, black leather, collar in her hand. It had several cuts in the end for adjusting the size and “D” shaped ring that stuck through the cuts and could be locked with a padlock. In front and on both sides were three more of those rings sewn into the leather. Bridget motioned with her finger.
“Turn around slave,” she said. I tuned around and could feel Bridget fitting the collar around my neck. I could hear the lock snap shut behind me. I had been semi hard just walking into the place but felt my cock getting hard as a rock again. Once again I was so embarrassed and hoped that no one noticed. “Yeah,” said Bridget, “I like that.” Bridget pointed out some others, “I’ll take this one, I also want that one, that one, and that one.” The sales girl took the collars Bridget picked out and put them aside.
“Do you want to leave that one on him?” she asked Bridget.
“Yeah, if that’s alright?”
“Sure, a slave should never be without a collar in a place like this.” Bridget motioned to the naked slave girl.
“Is that allowed?”
“What, Oh, you mean having your slave naked? Sure, that’s why we have people carded at the door. We have people that make their slaves strip as soon as they step inside. Why, do you want to make your slave strip?” Those words chilled me right through to my bones. I knew what Bridget was going to say.
“Yeah, can I?”
“Go right ahead.” Bridget turned in my direction.
“Do I have to say it slave? Strip, now” I looked at her pleading as much as I could with my eyes. “Don’t make me say it twice!” Bridget had that very stern tone to her voice again and I knew I had no choice but to do what she said. Reluctantly I started unbuttoning my shirt. I guess I was taking too long because I heard Bridget sigh. In a minute I was standing in the middle of a public store stark naked with my new collar. Bridget went into her purse and pulled out the dog leash she had bought at the pet shop the other night and attached it to the front of the collar. The worst of it was the humiliation of my raging hard-on again. I wanted to just put my face in my hands and cry but I was determined I wasn’t going to give Bridget the satisfaction.
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