An erotic fantasy: Night Prowler
Chapter 6a: Initiation... Beast Of Burden
Aug. 6
Another month has already passed. I find it difficult to devote
time in keeping the journal up to date. The bulk of my energies
and efforts I've spent in perfecting the guests to my liking. This
has left me both drained and contented at the end of each day and
it has been all too easy to forgo the intended daily entries.
The subs are all totally subservent. They comply gladly with
whatever is demanded of them and usually are rewarded for their
efforts. There seems to be no task too low, or too humiliating for
them. They each have accepted their role and have learned to go
with the flow, so to speak, rather than tempt the wrath of Pat.
The metamorphosis which has taken place with Pat is both scary and
astounding. I'd never have guessed the shy brunette who sat in
front of me in accounting class, exuding a persona of a true
bottom could ever have transformed herself into the she-wolf that
she had become. Maybe it was an act that had thrown me, used to
lull the unsuspecting students into her confidence, I dunno. She
now was a woman possessed, taking great sexual satisifaction and
stimulation in the domination and total humiliation of her
servants. I had to keep a close eye on her so that she did not
keep any of them tied too long or beat them too hard and long. She
lusted at their pain, indignations and humiliation. She got so hot
in her role that she alone could wear me to tetters, and I'd been
working hard on my stamina via the numerous subjects.
I allow Pat to sleep upstairs now. I've attached a strong chain
to the bed, which I keep locked to her collar. Her arms are
normally cuffed behind her. I don't know. There is just something
about her that scares me. I'm afraid she might choke me in my
sleep or bash my head in if her arms are free when I go to sleep,
even though she would forever be chained to the bed. The key is
safely hidden in another room, but there is a troubling suspicion
in her metamorphsis.
I've also attached chains to the posters at the foot of the bed.
We choose one of the bottoms each night to be chained standing
spread eagle at the foot of the bed for our amusement. I enjoy
watching whoever it is licking my cum from Pat's pussy, or tongue
fucking her ass, whatever we feel like. It's usually whoever has
done the worst in the days activities, a final punishment of the
day in a way. They get no sleep, chained and ball gagged to watch
over us as we sleep; after we finish using them that is.
Sept 12
It's been yet another month since I brought the journal to date.
The first breath of fall has descended finally. The drudgery of
the summer heat is melting. This makes it possible to take
carriage rides of up to 4 hours now, giving ample breaks of
course. I've finished work on the trails through the woods behind
the walled compound. I installed low intensity lamps so that the
creek gravel trails are illuminated and we spend half of each
night running them. The stock have built impressive stamina
throughout the summer and can easily pull for 30 minute intervals.
There have been no attempts at escape. None at all. The bondage
and bindings are simply for erotic show now. Each has fully
accepted their role and Pat's heavy crop seems to have finalized
our caste. I still enjoy a tightly bound figure on occasion.
I'm planning something for Pat tonight. I'm finally convinced that
she has crossed over to a point of no return. The sheer savagery
she has dealt out to the others has convinced me that she can
never return to them as a friend or ally. I've watched intently
her facial expressions and how hot she gets as she dominates; I am
convinced that she is a full fledged sadist who enjoys her lace
here, to the extent that I am going to allow her more of a free
run of the place. I've taken into account that I was fooled before
as to the fact she was not a student, but a narc. What I have seen
since elevating her stature is no act however. She wears her
uniform with astounding pride. Her actions are as professional as
those a real Nazi officer might have displayed back in the war.
She shows complete and unquestioning subservience to me and my
whims, tempered only in the fact that she is somewhat too brutal.
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After our carriage ride I had Pat put the stock away to bathe for
dinner. Afterwards they prepared dinner, steaks, salad and wine. I
had broken out the cute as hell french maid uniforms and they now
served us at dinner. The steak was to my liking, although I's
swear Pat was eating hers raw. Vicky stood to my right at
attention, Dennis, in his wig, makeup and uniform stood to my
left and Christy stood obediently straight beside Pat. They kep
the wine glasses filled and the dishes cleared as we ate. Pat was
smiling a devilish smile in anticipation of our after dinner fun.
I was careful to return the smile so as that my plans would be a
complete surprise. She had no clue, but the evening was to be far
different than any other.
I passed on the usual oral and anal adventures. I had Dennis make
a foot stool of himself. The short black skirt raised, revealing
his creamy white ass down to the tops of the black stockings. I'd
had the girls fashion a stuffed black bra for him. There's just
something about fucking something that does not have tits that
doesn't set well with me. The cleavage perfected his look and I
had no qualms in fucking his ass any longer. I even grabbed them
as I grabbed the tits of anything I fucked. The fact that they
were a thick silicon didn't slow me down a bit. With my cock
planted firmly in his ass they were perfect in lieu of the tits he
should have had. The girls ingeniously fashioned them in the shape
of real tits by sealing it in the corners of plastic bags. They
really outdid themselves here. They used silicone caulk to
"attach" them, allowing them to dry firmly in place before dressing
and presenting him. He now fully looked like a woman and had taken
to a womans mannerisms to boot.
I instructed Pat to kneel behind Dennis. This was pretty unusual.
Pat had not been put on her knees in front of her subs since I had
chosen her. I always dominated her in private to ensure her
stature was viewed highly among the others. She looked at me with
a confused look as she dropped to her knees, grabbing Dennis' hips
with her hands. There was a moment of uncomfortable silence among
the others present.
"Lick his ass. Tongue fuck him for me my darling."
She still looked confused. But as soon as her tongue touched his
asshole she began to tease, lick and fuck him with her normal
complete obedience. I motioned for Christy and Vicky to strip the
uniform and stand to each side. Oh my god, I love the sight of a
sub wearing only black high heels, stockings, garter straps and a
studded leather collar. They came to attention on arrival, palms
on top of head with legs spread. I reached out both ways and began
flicking clits. Our gazes turned to Pat, who was obviously
embarrassed, yet using her tongue like the pro she is. Dennis was
unable to maintain attention. His head dropped and he began to
drool through the ball gag. I know how tough it is when your ass
is violated with the intensity Pat mustered, so I let it slide and
we enjoyed the show as I continued to flick off Christy and Vicky.
They both creamed quickly and I inserted a finger in each and
began to slowly finger fuck them. I gyrated each wrist, rubbing
the inside of their pussies 360 degrees. This made their hips
slowly move around the 360 degrees with my motions. They too,
began to drool through their ball gags down onto their breasts.
"Strip, like the slut you are."
Pat's look went from confusion to distress. She oblidged me,
looking scornfully at the others. She took her time, carefully
laying the uniform out on the couch.
"Cuff her. And pull her up," I instructed. Christy and Vicky
looked shell shocked. I nodded my approval and they eased off my
fingers and cuffed Pat's wrists in front of her. Christy attached
the rope and they heaved her up. There is an eyebolt in the
ceiling out in front of my chair where we normally pull up one of
the subs for our amusement. As usual, they pulled her until she
was stretched out completely.
"Put your harness and gag on her," I directed to Christina.
She unfastened the harness and removed the ball gag from her sexy
red lips and stood behind Pat as she cinched the harness and put
the gag into the questioning mouth that never uttered a sound. Her
spit filled gag drained into Pat's mouth. Her look was of anxiety.
She had done nothing wrong. She had never been publicly punished.
Yet without explanation she was strung up before us all.
"Put on that uniform. You, remove your harness."
Christy paused before going over to the uniform she had learned to
fear. She looked at it, before starting to dress. Vicky removed
her harness and gag and stood at attention. Christy finished
putting on the uniform.
"Bring the crop."
She picked up the crop before returning to my side, standing at
attention. She was not nearly as confident as Pat, but the
possibilities intrigued me.
"You have all done well. My compliments in your individual
efforts. I'm very satisified and will expect no less in the
future. I have noticed that Pat needs a refresher course though.
She needs to know what it's like to be bound too long or to be
beaten too long. For the next two weeks she is the bottom of the
totem pole. You each rank number twoo for the duration. You can do
anything you please. The plan here is that you show her
extensively what it feels like to be savaged, as she has done to
each of you. At the end of the two weeks we will revert and I will
personally see to it that she does not punish you for anything
that happens during her retraining period. On this you have my
word. Enjoy ladies."
Everyone was silent and still as if time had stopped.
"Christy. I have seen her punish you until it hurt me. I want you
to take that crop and give her 30. I want you to tell her where
she went wrong, where she abused her position, with each lash."
She was dumbfounded. Yet within an instant her eyes twinkled at
the possibility of returning a small amount of the abuse she had
been rendered.
The amount of time had molded her into a sub. She shook as she
cautiously approached. I stopped her and took her out to the
patio, closing the sliding glass behind us.
"Christy. I've bit my tongue watching the abuse Pat has given you.
I want a strong second in command. But I do not want her abusing
anyone. There is a slim chance that you might ultimately be my
number two. I'll make my decision in two weeks. Until then you
have free rein in displaying your abilities. You will NOT be
punished! I cannot tell you how your beauty inspires me. You are
simply the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. You are nice too,
which is good, except in this situation. You will sleep with me
and Pat will ride the foot of the bed. I want to see you dominate
her... and Vicky and Dennis."
She looked dazed. I dropped trousers. She knelt and began to
service me. I had mandated the deep throating and the licking of
the balls to all; I could sense the thought process running
through Chisty's head as she brought me to climax.
I had her stand at attention, whipping her with her own crop. I
had her salute me. I had her feel the uniform she was wearing. I
sucked her soul into it.
I had her goose step, directing her efforts. I saw the look in her
eye within 20 minutes.
We made our way back. Dennis was still on all fours and Vicky was
still standing beside my chair. Pat was looking really concerned.
Christy stepped loudly out before Pat. She raised her chin with
the crop, as hers had been raised so many times before. She
playfully raised each tit, before striking it, driving Pat into
limpness. Pat quickly filled the gag again and began to drool for
the first time in several months. The crop was lightly drawn
undrearm in tickling fashion as Christy made her way around
behind. She took due time, leaving Pat's hapless body flinching.
Then she struck finally, with gusto. She gave her premise
afterward, rather than before. A bright red whelp appeared across
her buttocks immediately. She kicked with futility into the air
before her, suspended tightly by her wrists. My cock sprang back
to life. I could finally see the look in Christy's eyes. She was
enjoying her reign. Even Vicky's pussy and eyes lit up at the
thrashing of Pat. I couldn't see Dennis, but I knew he had a rock
hard on.
I told Dennis and Vicky to exchange places.
"In the ass."
Dennis grabbed her hips and began to assfuck Vicky with his
tongue. Now I could see his hard on standing beneath the black
skirt. I felt her body tremble beneath my feet as the tongue
violated her. I held out the KY and he rose to his knees and began
to lube himself.
While rather difficult to reconcile, I find Dennis more sexually
attractive than Vicky now. The long, curly black wig, the slutty
makeup, the artificial breasts resting in black bra, the french
maid skirt and black stockings and heels covering the form
kneeling before made my cock lust again. He leaned back, allowing
a perfect view as he lubed his cock. I took the KY and began to
lube myself as I watched him hold her cheeks ajar before sliding
inside her. Immediately I stood and moved to mount him. He awaited
me, midstride within his own insertion. He help his cheeks apart
and I eased in slowly, but all of the way. I set a nice and slow
rhythm as all of our attentions were focused upon the rising red
whelps and the temporary demise of the ice queen.
Christy was discovering confidence. The many cruel acts that ahd
been perpetrated upon her were coming back home to roost. She
clacked her heels with each pop, as Pat had always done before.
She stood in decadant fashion as Pat once had. For the first time
I could envision Christy as my right hand. My cock pulsed as I
watched her. Dennis milked at my cock with his muscles and I
averted climax only by withdrawing. I positioned myself in Vicky's
face and stuck my cock into her awaiting mouth. I pushed in to the
hilt and held it, watching Dennis as he pulled in and out of her
ass. I could avoid climax like this, while remaining very alert.
Vicky was almost gagging on my cock, yet she managed to stick her
tongue out to tease my balls.
Christy came around to Pat's side, taking my belt with her.
Pat had used the same belt to whip her tits many times. This time
she felt the sting as Christy folded the belt in half and began
whipping. Pat's breasts and upper chest turned red quickly and she
struggled to get away. She knew full well the futility of struggle
as she had done this to each of the three subs and there was no
escape. It appears she has forgotten just how bad the sting is on
the receiving end of it. This will be a great exercise in humility
and in reaffirming the bounds of pain.
I pulled my cock out and allowed Vicky to watch. Her eyes lit up
as she saw Pat getting some of what she had been so quick to dish
out.
Christy was getting bolder, ordering Pat to stand straight and
offer her tits. Pat found it very difficult to hold her chest out
only to be lashed again, especially since that was exactly what
she herself had done to the subs.
All of this was fine and I was very excited, but it was not what I
had in mind. I had Christy release Pat, who looked hurt by my
surprise. It's a tough world...
Then I had them face each other in the center of the floor.
"Ok, I want you two to wrestle."
They both looked shocked. I knew full well Christy could take her,
as she is 6" taller and much tougher from pulling the carriages.
The sight of her physically taking her, hmmm, nice.
Dennis had cummed and I had him and Vicky cleanup and sit at my
sides to enjoy the show. I had both Pat and Christy strip, sort of
like the uniform was up for grabs for the winner, but more to the
point; I wanted to see naked bodies in this cat fight.
There was certainly no love lost as they faced off after
stripping. They both seethed hatred and sheer contempt of each
other.
"No biting or clawing ladies. You will be disqualified and
severely reprimanded by me personally if you do either of these.
This is a wrestling match. The victor will pin the loser for 10
seconds."
"Go!"
Neither was prepared for the quick start and both backed up. Then
they started walking, like wrestlers do, in an attempt to find an
advantage of attack.
My cock throbbed as I watched the tits swaying. Dennis had came
back to life himself at the sight. I decided at that strange
moment that he was now to be called Denise. Even thinking to
myself, a masculine name was out of place. I briefly wondered why
I hadn't thought to change it before.
I returned my attention to the action before me. There was still
no contact, both jockeyed for position. My throbbing was intense.
I motioned for Vicky to get up in my lap. She still had a film of
lube and easily slid over my cock. I watched over her shoulder,
feeling her anal muscles squeezing my cock. I held her still. I
didn't want her to fuck me; I only wanted her to squeeze me. I
began to flick her clit with my right hand and I could feel how
hot she was from watching the show.
Finally they both lunged at each other. Both grabbed hair, since
there was little else the feminine hands could grasp. Neither had
ever wrestled or scrapped before from the look of it. They were
driven by their severe dislike of the other and from the power
struggle. They remained standing pulling hair, unsure of what to
do next.
The carpetting would pad their fall, if they ever did fall that
is. They were cursing each other, still going around in a circle
pulling hair. The harder they pulled the louder the cursing. I
watched my initials as each hip came around. They looked far more
erotic on the flexed cheeks. Vicky was contracting her ass faster
as she was close to climax, so I hastened the flicking to get her
off and start over. It looked like we were going to be there
awhile, so I'd give her rare multiple orgasm since she was so
excited at the show.
She had her second orgasm before the contenders ever hit the floor
and her motor was hot. I gave her a brief break before starting on
the third.
It was Christy who finally figured out that as much as hair
pulling hurt, she would have to let go and grab Pat by the legs to
topple her. She fell on top, but Pat was pulling her away by the
hair and Christy again grabbed two hand fulls to counter. At that
point they were rolling, each with contorted facial expression as
they pulled and twisted. I began to worry that they would pull too
hard and mess up their hair. Both had beautiful hair that had
grown long during their stay. However Vicky had me on the edge of
getting a nut, so I remained silent as she milked my cock dry.
continued...
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