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Chapter 25
It was indeed a very long evening and there was no let up from Chrissie the following day when it came to giving you chores to do. Completely exhausted after managing to get only a few hours sleep lying on the cold tiled floor chained to the toilet in Chrissie’s ensuite bathroom you are kept busy the whole day making the house spotless for her visitors in the evening.
The only respite you are given is a couple of hours before the guests arrive when for the first time since your enslavement to the bitch from hell you are allowed to use the shower in the family bathroom, under Chrissie’s strict supervision. She makes sure to let you know in no uncertain terms that you had better not get used to this luxury, the only reason she is letting you shower under hot water is because she wants to make sure the stench of piss, sweat and sex is removed from your body. The last thing she wants over dinner with her friend is to have Denise put off her food because all she can smell is Chrissie’s stinking slave. To you the reason for this luxury doesn’t matter, you are just grateful for the opportunity to feel hot cleansing water cascading over you, soothing your aches and pains, and the scent of expensive lotions being massaged into your skin and hair. It matters not that the scent that will linger on your body is delicately floral and obviously feminine. To you anything is better than stinking of her body fluids and your sweat. You have always been fastidious in your cleanliness and in your previous life you showered at least twice a day. To constantly be stinking of body odour and have dirt and filth ingrained in your skin disgusts you and you hate the power that Chrissie holds over you, being the one to decide when you can and can’t clean yourself.
All too soon Chrissie turns off the shower and orders you out to dry yourself off. Although you were allowed to use her lotions to wash with she doesn’t allow you to wrap yourself in her luxuriously soft bath towels. You have to dry yourself as best you can with your threadbare towel which is still slightly damp from your last use of it. Not a pleasant way to end the small luxury.
Once dry you drop to your knees in front of her waiting for your orders.
‘Put your leg irons on, put your manacles back in the bedside cabinet in my bedroom, then get in the kitchen and start preparing the dinner.’
‘Yes Mistress Chrissie’ you reply before scurrying to do as she tells you.
Chrissie knows that as yet your cooking skills aren’t the greatest and she hasn’t had time to teach you properly so she has made sure that tonight’s meal is well within your capabilities, she doesn’t want to risk you ruining the meal and Denise thinking she has an incompetent poorly trained slave.
By the time 6 o’clock arrives the house is sparklingly clean and tidy, with flowers on the windowsills in the kitchen, dining and living rooms making the rooms smell fresh, bringing the scent of the garden into the house. The smell of beef casserole cooking in the oven also providing a welcoming aroma, as well as making your stomach rumble from hunger. Yet again Chrissie has forgotten that you need to eat and drink, so the only sustenance you have received so far today is water straight from the tap and by stealing some of the raw vegetables and raw beef while you were cooking and Chrissie wasn’t looking. But that isn’t enough to keep you going and the hunger in your belly gnaws away at you.
When the doorbell rings you are in position on your knees by the door, having no idea who is on the other side; Chrissie not seeing any need to enlighten you as to who the first guest to be invited to her home since you came to ‘live’ here is.
As she opens the door to greet her friend you keep your head lowered waiting for whomever it is to step into the hall. When two pairs of feet appear you are surprised; Chrissie had told you to prepare a meal for two not three people. But knowing what is expected of you, you shuffle forward until you are kneeling in front of the pair of dainty feet clad in 4” scarlet red killer heels. You know full well that this pair of feet must be worshipped first if you want to avoid a whipping or worse. Without prompting you lower your head and kiss the tips of the shoes and then the floor in front of them showing that you worship the ground this guest of your Mistress walks on.
A girlish giggle is followed by ‘Wow! I hope you’re taking note of that Pat!’ as you raise your head slightly to shuffle along to the second pair of feet, this time clad in black leather lace ups. Boring but practical for a guy who works in an office. The time you have spent in bondage to others has taught you that you have no choice but to worship, however repulsive to you, men as well as women if your Mistress or in fact any other free person desires it. So you give the same reverential treatment to the man’s feet as you did the woman’s. Then to show that your Mistress is the most important person to walk the earth as far as her lowly slave is concerned you kiss Chrissie’s feet before prostrating your naked body face down on the floor in front of her with your head resting on her shoes.
Chrissie smiles proudly; as Denise is obviously impressed by your submissive greeting. As soon as she pulls her feet from under your head you rise up to stand in front of her; head bowed and arms held out to accept the coats from the two guests. After hanging them up you shuffle along behind the three of them as Chrissie guides her guests to the living room for pre-dinner drinks. Chrissie and Denise both inform you that they want red wine to drink but the man remains silent, refusing to look at you; for some bizarre reason he seems to be really intent on staring at his shoes. You wait patiently for his order, assuming he can’t make up his mind what he wants until Chrissie says impatiently ‘for fucks sake slave get the drinks! Oh and I also want you to go and fetch your manacles and bring them back with you.’
Confused you open your mouth and respond without thinking, forgetting that Chrissie has demanded implicitly that you make no mistakes and behave like the perfectly trained slave you should have been, but for the shit training you received from your fat lazy arsed former Owner. Failing to behave impeccably in front of her guests will be a huge mistake she told you. She didn’t say what would happen but you were left under no illusion that it would be extremely painful for you if you failed her.
‘I’m sorry Mistress. I was waiting for the gentleman to choose what he wanted to drink….’
Denise responds saying that he doesn’t need a drink as he has brought his own, while Chrissie glares at you for daring to show her up by speaking without permission. You can tell she is itching to hit or punch you for your insolence but is controlling herself as her friend doesn’t appear to have noticed your mistake and she doesn’t want to draw attention to it. You know that it will not be forgotten though, and at some point you will pay for your error.
Bowing to Chrissie and backing out of the room without turning around, gives the impression to the guests that as far as you are concerned she is your Queen and you would not insult her by turning your back on her. This goes some way to redeeming yourself to Chrissie as once again Denise looks impressed.
By the time you return with their drinks and the manacles laid out on a tray Pat is as naked as the day he was born except for a steel tube encasing his cock. With a jolt you realise that he must also be a slave which makes you feel slightly foolish at worshipping his feet at the front door. It seems from your quick glance in his direction that he is new at this because he looks extremely uncomfortable being naked and seems unsure about what he is supposed to do with himself in the presence of the two women. You know that you can’t offer any guidance to him because to open your mouth again in Chrissie’s presence would be more than your life is worth. He will have to suffer the consequences for his mistakes by himself.
You give Chrissie and her guest, whose name you still don’t know their drinks, place the tray with the manacles still on it on the floor, and then kneel subserviently at Chrissie’s feet and hands clasped behind your bowed head.
‘How do you get him to do that Chrissie? I always have to remind Pat to be subservient to me. He has a nasty habit of forgetting especially, I’ve noticed, after he’s been allowed to cum. Which reminds me Pat, why the fuck are you standing there like a lemon? Get on the floor and worship me!’
Flushing red, he’d been too lost in a daydream about what life would be like as a real slave to remember what he should be doing.
‘I’m really sorry Ma’am’ he says quickly dropping to the floor and kneeling in front of her.
Smirking to herself that perhaps owning a forced slave rather than a volunteer one might be a better deal Chrissie tells Denise that getting a slave to be obedient is really simple. Rule by fear, and beat the shit out of them every time they make a mistake. That quickly ensures any wilfulness is removed from their personality and with a bit of torture thrown in, results very quickly in a compliant and submissive slave.
‘Mmm I wish I could beat the shit out of Pat sometimes but unfortunately my father’s company insists on full medicals every six months to ensure employees are at the peak of fitness, and if he was covered in bruises or welts I could end up in deep shit with the authorities, as they would have to report any physical signs of abuse. It seems that I will have to carry on ruling him by blackmail with the occasional caning thrown in’.
While she sounds really wistful about wishing she could beat poor Pat to within an inch of his life, he is really grateful that she can’t!
‘I guess that was a stupid question actually. I can see quite clearly how you keep him in line! I don’t think I can see any normal flesh on his back through all those welts and scars on him!’
Pat who hasn’t looked at you properly yet, can’t resist turning his head away from his own Mistress to look at your back, curious to see how bad it really is. His eyes widen in horror as he takes in the dreadful mess of barely healed cuts and scars that criss-cross your back and buttocks. Feeling quite sick at the sight he quickly turns back to Denise silently thanking God that she would never be allowed to inflict that kind of physical damage on him. He will never complain again about the few slaps and mild beatings with a ruler that she gives him.
He does worry slightly when Chrissie gets up from the chair and clamps the manacles round his ankles. Denise laughs and thanks her. Whether Pat wants to or not, he won’t be able to go anywhere fast because the manacles have a shorter chain between them than the leg irons. They will effectively stop him running away from what is ahead of him that evening.
Just then the timer on the cooker in the kitchen indicates that the casserole is ready. Raising your head slightly to silently ask for permission to leave the room Chrissie nods and once again you back out of the room to set the table ready for Chrissie and her guest to eat. You don’t bother setting a place for the man you now know is called Pat because it is obvious he isn’t going to be eating at the table with them. As instructed earlier by Chrissie you cover your genitals by tying a maid’s apron around your waist, so that Denise isn’t put off her meal by seeing your pathetic cock, as Chrissie called it, dangling between your legs.
The meal goes well, but takes ages as the women eat their way through three courses of food and three bottles of wine between them. Pat copies you and kneels by his Mistress. Chrissie to demonstrate to Denise her superiority to you throws you the odd morsel of food which she expects you to eat from the floor. This delights Denise who immediately does the same to Pat. He groans to himself as he follows your lead and eats from the floor too. He has a nasty feeling that this evening his Mistress is going to get lots of new ideas on ways to torment him and make his life a misery.
As each course is finished you clear the plates away scraping the leftover food into the dog bowl. As soon as Chrissie and Denise are finished Chrissie tells you that you can now eat your meal. Absolutely starving you quickly obey, putting the bowl on the floor by her feet and lapping up the food from it as quickly as you can using your mouth. The squeal of delight that comes from Denise and the revolted gasp that escapes from Pat do not even register in your brain as you try and eat as much food as you can before Chrissie kicks the bowl away from you. Earlier in your slavery you would have been mortified and humiliated to be on your knees eating from a dog bowl in front of other people, but the hunger that gnaws constantly inside you these days makes any feelings of humiliation insignificant. Your only concern is to eat as much as possible because you don’t know when your next meal will be.
You get to eat half the leftovers from their meal before the bowl is kicked away. Desperate to eat the rest but not daring to, you pick the bowl up from the floor and throw the rest of the scraps into the bin before opening the utility room door and letting Prince into the room. You drop to your knees again and wait while the dog enthusiastically greets the newcomers to his home. Once he’s calmed down Chrissie gives him the order ‘Clean’.
Immediately he trots over to you and licks off the food stuck to your face. This does humiliate you, although the dog has done it numerous times to you, you still hate the degradation and the fact that Denise is open mouthed in amazement at the spectacle and Pat’s face registering his revulsion makes you flush red with embarrassment.
Catching the expression on Pat’s face from the corner of her eye Denise laughs.
‘I wouldn’t bother feeling repulsed if I were you Pat because I think from now on you are going to be fed the same way, and maybe we should get a dog!’
Great, absolutely fucking great, thinks Pat. Why should he be forced to undergo such humiliation, when he isn’t even a real slave? If Chrissie wants to treat her slave like that then that’s up to her, after all you obviously deserve to be treated like shit, otherwise you wouldn’t have been sold into slavery, but all he’s done was fall in love with a gorgeous woman. He is more than happy to submit to Denise in the bedroom because he is he admitted to himself sexually submissive, but that had fuck all to do with eating slops from a fucking dog bowl and then having your face cleaned by a dog which had probably only moments earlier been licking its balls and arse!
‘I’m impressed so far Chrissie, I can tell he’s a real slave and not playing at it. I can see in his eyes he’s lost any spark he might once have had. He really is just a shell of a man isn’t he?!’
‘Yeah I guess he is, but I have to tell you Denise I’ve dated some real bastards in my time and the difference between being in fear of your man, trying to keep him sweet incase he flies into a rage ending up with you black and blue from a beating, to having a man that you can beat and abuse as much as you like, knowing that he has to just sit there and take it is absolutely unbelievable. This piece of shit is my pay back to all those guys who dared to mistreat me in the past. And God don’t I just love it!’
Just to prove her power over you she calls you to heel like a dog then punches you hard in the mouth splitting your lower lip instantly. The punch snaps your head back and brings involuntary tears to your eyes. Your instinct is to put your hand to your mouth to assess the damage, but by now you know better than to follow your instincts. You lower your head again and remain kneeling in front of her allowing the blood from your lip to trickle down your face and onto the apron still tied round your waist.
Both Denise and Pat are in awe as Chrissie snaps the order for you to clean yourself up and get on with the dishes and you immediately comply.
Imperiously Chrissie rises from the dining table knowing that she has gone up a few notches in her friend’s estimation with her treatment of you and your acceptance of it.
As Pat makes a move to follow Denise back into the living room, she turns round to him
‘And where the fuck do you think you are going? Incase you hadn’t noticed Pat you are MY slave. I may not have paid money for you and you may not wear a slave collar – yet, but don’t think you can take liberties. Do you really think you can sit around on your arse while there is work to be done in our host’s kitchen?’
‘No Ma,am. I’m sorry. Of course I will help umm…the slave clean up’.
‘Yeah I suggest you do that if you don’t want to be punished. Oh and while I think about it once you’ve cleaned up give me a shout and I’ll let you have a drink. In fact, if it’s okay with Chrissie you can both share your drink. It might be quite amusing to watch the pair of you lap up your piss from a dog bowl!’
With that parting comment Denise walks off to join Chrissie in the living room. While Pat’s face registers disgust again at the thought of having to drink from a bowl on the floor, your face is blank. You are way past being bothered about drinking piss no matter who it belongs to.
You are hoping though for the opportunity to talk to someone who is in touch with the outside world and hope that Pat will oblige.
Pat is the first to speak, not being quite so worried about being caught talking to you, after all he’s not been told by his Mistress not to talk to you so not being able to contain his curiosity he does.
‘Is it okay if I speak to you? I don’t want to get you into any trouble if you aren’t allowed to talk to me?’
‘Ja, I can speak to you, but I must be really careful and talk very quietly because if she catches me I cannot imagine what I will suffer at her hands. I am Roy and I think you are Pat. Ja?’
‘Yes I’m Pat and as you can guess I’m kind of a slave to that bitch I came with, but I somehow think that I’ve got it really easy compared to you! How did you get to end up being sold into slavery?’
‘You know that I was sold into slavery?’
‘Yes I know some things about you; they were talking about you yesterday. I know that you are from the Netherlands and that your previous Owner, according to your Mistress, was very lazy training you and you were behaving like a free man, so your Mistress took over ownership of you…..’
‘My friend, the only part of that which is true is my country. My story is a long one and we do not have much time, but I do not want you to think that my Mistress is lazy or any of the other things that she must have said about her, that fucking bitch!’
Confused Pat says ‘Sorry, maybe you didn’t understand me. I didn’t say your Mistress is lazy I said….’
‘Ja, I know what you said, I did not misunderstand. That whore who sits in there laughing with your Mistress is not my Mistress, she stole me from my real Mistress.’
Intrigued he asks you to continue with your story, which you do, telling him as quickly as you can how you were kidnapped and bought by your former lover, and how you ended up where you are now.
Pat’s jaw almost hits the floor in both horror and morbid fascination at your story. He feels sick as you tell him some of the punishments you have endured, explaining how your back ended up being a mass of welts and lacerations.
‘Jesus Roy, I can’t believe you’ve been through all that and you didn’t even commit any crime!! I’m sure it’s illegal to keep you in slavery. Maybe your real Mistress has forged documents. I really can’t believe a European who hasn’t committed a serious crime can be kept like an animal. Listen, a friend of mine back in the States is a lawyer. I’m going to see what I can do to help you. I swear to God I will do all I can to set you free.’
‘You would do that for me? Why? You don’t know me and I can’t pay you.’
‘I don’t want your money, that’s not why I want to help you. I feel fucking miserable being stuck with Denise and having to cater to her sick whims, but I ended up being her ‘slave’ through my own fault, and there is a little part of me, sick though you will think it is, that enjoys being her sex ‘slave’ but your slavery is real and has nothing to do with sexual perversions. I just can’t imagine what hell you are going through; and as a human being I couldn’t live with my conscience, now that I have met you, if I let your hell continue without trying to do something about it.’
Before you can talk further a shout from the living room makes you both jump.
‘What the fuck are you two doing in there? Get those bloody dishes done and get your lazy arses in here pronto!’
You know what is going to happen now. The two women, both drunk by now, will want to be entertained and you have no doubt that you and Pat will be providing the entertainment. You can’t help but feel sorry for Pat as he has absolutely no idea of the humiliations and possible pain he is about to be put through, for the amusement of Chrissie and Denise.
‘I’m sorry Pat.’
Not understanding he says ‘Sorry for what?’
‘I’m sorry for anything that might happen tonight to you. If I am ordered to do anything to you I want you to know that I am sorry for it.’
Pat’s face turns pale as he realises the implications of what you are saying, but he isn’t given a chance to answer as the sound of footsteps along the hall stops him replying.
By the time the two women reach the kitchen you are both on your knees, with your hands clasped behind your bowed heads.
Giggling, Denise seems pleased that Pat has copied you, in kneeling subserviently. She thinks that perhaps she ought to hang around a few days with Chrissie to see what other tricks Pat can pick up from you.
Your heart sinks as Chrissie asks Denise if she’d like a tour of the shed at the bottom of the garden.
Denise laughs ‘why on earth would I want to look round a garden shed? I’d much rather have a tour of the house and the slave quarters!’
Chrissie joins in the laughter as she explains that the garden shed is the slave quarters and where she keeps lots of ‘toys’ to amuse herself with, at the expense of her slave of course.
At this point Pat’s heart also sinks, and he also feels sick at the thought that he could be about to experience some of the hideous tortures that you have already been through. Knowing what Denise can be like when she has been drinking fills Pat with dread, especially as it seems she will have lots of ‘equipment’ at her disposal to torment him with. He really wishes he had never left those pictures of chastity devices on his laptop for Denise to find. How fucking stupid was he, to really think that his fantasy of being locked up by a beautiful woman would actually play out the way he dreamt of. When he got back home he was not only going to try and free you, he was going to overcome his own humiliation at wearing a chastity device by getting it cut off, by the fire brigade if he had to, so that he too could be free of his own beautiful but vicious Mistress, and get back to a normal life.
But for the rest of this evening he had no choice but to be the plaything of these two evil minded women.
While you are dragged along on all fours by your collar and leash through the garden to the shed, Pat follows with Denise in his borrowed dog collar and leash. It seems Prince is quite happy to share with him!
As the door to the shed is opened and the light turned on by Chrissie, Denise opens her mouth in surprise at the size of the room, she was expecting just an average garden shed, but this stone built room is almost the size of a garage! At the same time Pat opens his mouth in horror at the site of all the equipment. He is not going to have a pleasant evening…….
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