For my Lord

Chapter 9 – The Party

The whole household is busy preparing for a big New Year party. i am set to work doing menial tasks such as cleaning bathrooms and so on. i try so hard to do a good job but my Lord and His Butler are very critical and i am frequently lashed and made to repeat tasks over and over until They are satisfied.

By late afternoon, the house is ready and the staff are dressed in Their smartest uniforms. Including the new maid, who is wearing an extremely short black skirt and a tight white blouse that clearly displays Her firm, round breasts and Her erect nipples. Obviously She is wearing no underwear. She has beautiful, toned legs; dancer’s legs, i think, and the sexiest ass, full and rounded. All accentuated by the 4 inch heels She is wearing.

This new maid, miss danielle as i must address her, has only been here for a few weeks but already she has been free with Her sexual favours. She has already had most, if not all the male staff and i have even heard sounds of her pleasure coming from my Lord’s bedroom, but she has made it clear that she has no time for me.

i am hosed down with icy cold water, my hair brushed out and dried and am allowed to use perfume and make-up. i am naked, of course, but for my collar and leather wrist and ankle cuffs.

In preparation for this party, my nipples were recently pierced – without any anaesthetic, of course – and large stainless steel rings now adorn them. my wrist cuffs are fastened behind my back and attached by rope to the back of my collar. Fine chains are clipped to my nipple rings and the other ends attached to the corners of a tray. Fine cords are tied to the inner corners, passed round my waist and tied to my wrist cuffs. 

Glasses of champagne and small bowls of nibbles are placed on the tray. i must remain perfectly erect and not try to look up or down if i am to keep the glasses and bowls from sliding off the tray. The Butler has threatened dire consequences for me if i should embarrass my Lord by allowing this to happen. 

The guests start to arrive and as The Butler shows them in, i must welcome them and offer them champagne from my tray. Some of the men brazenly fondle me or slap my ass making it difficult for me to keep the glasses from sliding on the tray, but i must thank Them. The reaction of the female guests is mixed, some are amused by my predicament while a few make no secret of Their disgust, others are clearly aroused by the sight of this naked slave.  

When all the guests have arrived, miss danielle and i are instructed to mingle with trays of more champagne. Of course, the maid can carry her tray in the normal manner while i have to concentrate hard on preventing the glasses spilling. Several times when i am close to my Lord, He calls me over to display my nude body and He invites His guests to touch me and feel me. Some, especially the women are happy to accept and roughly probe and pinch at my most intimate parts. Needless to say, i have to stand there and accept this treatment.

As the evening goes on and the drink flows, both the maid and me are frequently used sexually. Several times i notice miss danielle on her knees sucking cock or bent over a chair being fucked, clearly enjoying herself. i wonder if she is aware of the fate of her predecessor. My tray having been removed but with my wrists still secured behind my back, i am also used many times in a similar manner, plus several women demand that i kneel between their legs and tongue their dripping pussies. One woman had been fucked by The Butler and i had to lick the cum from Her well used pussy.

Before long my face gleams with spunk and pussy juice and spunk dribbles down my inner thighs. Then, i am made to lie on my side with one leg in the air as one man fucks my cunt while a second lies behind me and ravages my ass. A crowd forms around U/us, laughing and jeering as they watch. i look up as i see my Lord watching and smiling. Just at that moment, a third man shoots spurt after spurt of hot cum all over my face and into my eyes, making them sting painfully, and in my hair, while more hands grope at my tits.

When this group are finally finished with me, i am made to stand and display so that all in the room could see what a cum drenched slut i am.

i feel so utterly degraded, but i have a feeling that my Lord has a lot more planned for me this night. So far, I have been a good girl and controlled myself so that i have not yet cum. But suddenly, without anyone touching me, an orgasm tears through me. my body shakes and trembles and i fall to my knees as my legs turn to rubber. i kneel, head down, moaning, vaguely aware of the cheers and lewd comments from the watching crowd, until the sensation subsides.

i look up into the eyes of my Lord. He knows and i know that i have shown that i have found my true roll in life, as His complete and total slave. i have no idea what He has in mind for me tonight, but, in my post-orgasmic euphoria, i am ready to endure whatever He has planned.  

 

Some people drift away from the party, but the evening continues, turning into a total orgy. Both the maid and myself are used over and over, but now it gets rougher. my fuck-holes are used again and again but i am also slapped and pinched and penetrated by hands, dildos and whatever. Several times, men and women use my mouth as a urinal, forcing me to drink down their hot piss, much to the amusement of the other guests. miss danielle is getting similar attention and she is crying out, begging them to stop hurting her. She is clearly not used to this abuse.

During a brief respite, i look around for my Lord. All around the room, couples, threesomes and even more are engaged in all sorts of sexual activity. Then i recognise a familiar face. The blood drains from my face as i realise that it’s the politician woman who visited recently. It took nearly two weeks for me to recover from the vicious whipping She had given me and i’m still haunted by the memory of the terrible torture She inflicted on the other maid.

Eventually the action slows as people start to leave until only about half a dozen men and two or three women, including the politician, remain. i have a feeling that my evening is not yet over as the remaining guests have an unpleasant attitude towards me.

Another man enters, wearing only leather trousers, boots and a sort of hood, also made of leather, which covered His face, leaving just His eyes visible. His outfit reminds me of an executioner from historical times and i am filled with fear. Despite the hood i am sure that it is The Butler.

He strides towards the maid and, taking her by the arm, He leads her away, out of a side door. About five minutes later, He returns, alone, and walks over to my Lord. They have a short whispered conversation while looking over in my direction, then The Butler moves towards me, clips a chain leash to my collar and with a pull on the chain, indicates that i must follow Him. i stand and obey, with my hands behind my head and my eyes downcast and a knot of fear in my stomach. And i need to piss; all the cum and piss that i have been made to drink down has filled my bladder painfully.

i am so alone and so scared. i am afraid that i am being taken down to the lower dungeon and i dread being down there with the politician woman, and i’m sure i heard my Lord mention the word “snuff”. My eyes fill with tears and i am trembling, as i fear that i am being taken to a slow and very painful end…

To my relief, i am led, not down to the cellar, but through a small side door into a darkened room. On the right there is an X cross with someone lying face down, tightly secured to the arms of the cross by numerous leather straps. i can tell that it is a woman and i guess that it is the maid, danielle.

On the left, another naked woman is bound stretched out to a mediaeval device shaped like a large diameter cartwheel, but in the shadows, i can’t recognise who the unfortunate victim is.

The Executioner (probably the Butler) leads me to an upright wooden block in the centre of the room. There is a horizontal wooden beam, split lengthways and with two holes in it, like an old fashioned stocks. The Executioner instructs me stand with my back to the block and to place my feet into the holes and, when i obey, He closed the beam, locking my feet in place, widely spread.

Then He pulls my right arm out, horizontal and slightly back and uses leather straps to secure my arm at wrist and elbow to a wooden cross beam repeating the process with my left arm. The block is so designed that it pushes me outwards, causing my exposed and vulnerable body to arch. A thick leather posture collar is fastened around my neck and attached by leather straps to the block. i realise that i am immobilised, unable even to move my head.

The Executioner moves to each of us three bound women in turn; checking our bonds, before a curtain opens and we are flooded with dazzlingly bright lights shining onto us from the party room. we are on a low stage facing out into the party room. The few guests that remain are looking on; almost all are naked or nearly naked, with the women guests wearing skimpy lingerie.

But my Lord is fully clothed, and, as the maid is not there, He sees that His guests are comfortable and have drinks. i turn my eyes and can now see that the maid is bound to the X cross. And the other person is… oh my god, it is the first maid! Where has she been? And what have they done to her? Her eyes glazed and full of horror, stare blankly into a far horizon.

 

My Lord gives a short speech to His guests, which i do not understand, and at the end they cheer, but i fear that They are not the cheering to welcome in the New Year, but with the looks They give to the three of us bound women, this can’t be good. And indeed, after that they approach the stage, where The Executioner hands out instruments of torture, canes, floggers, or different whips. The "human rights" woman rushes to the stage, picking a supple plastic rod and immediately lays into the first maid, apparently her favourite.

 

Very quickly the screaming of the myself and the other two bound women fills the room. The first maid screams loudly as her inner thighs are harshly lashed by the plastic rod the woman uses. Her tits, already mutilated, are struck again and again by a leather paddle wielded by one of the men. Her vagina is spread wide open wide with fishhooks through the four corners of her cunt-lips attached to wires which are tied around her spread thighs. The woman, and others are very creative in Their attempts to make her howl, needles pierce her clit-hood and inner cunt, whippings straight on her mound and cunt-lips, until the tender flesh splits, spurting blood. Candles spill hot wax inside her gaping cunt. Canes lash her bruised tits. She screams and screams and screams.

 

The other maid, screams, then shouts, then curses, prays and begs in her own language which no one understands. When she was tempted to come to work in here in this country, she was aware that sexual encounters would be part of the job, and she had no objections to that. So the fact that she was used sexually was not a surprise, but what is happening to her now is beyond anything she ever imagined and far beyond she would have accepted. Nevertheless, a bamboo cane continuously hits her buttocks and the backs of her thighs, until her ass cheeks are fully reddened, criss-crossed with welts and blood-splattered. She screams until she passes out.

 

At the same time a bullwhip hits stroke after stroke on the front of my arched body. The design of the block pushes my body forward, i realise the devilish intention of this as my body can’t recoil, ride with the blow, but only receive the full impact of each blow. It does not take long before i am screaming and crying. my body is gleaming from torture sweat. my legs tremble in reflex as i try in vain to close them on every impact of the bullwhip. i cannot move my arms or hands, which normally gives a kind of relief. But now i am fully surrendered to the harsh whipping, oblivious to anything that is going on around me. my thighs are fully criss-crossed with deep stripes and welts. i am so close to shouting out the safe word, but that would embarrass my Lord before His guests. So i receive harsh blow after harsh blow on my soft flesh. But before long i reach the limits of my endurance, and i pray that maybe my Lord will allow a break, even just a few moments. i search for His eyes and He slightly nods his head, comforting and encouraging me, giving me renewed strength, as He is there with me, watching over me and not participating in my torture. So, instead i howl my misery.

Again and again the devil's kiss of the whip bites into my soft flesh. At last i reach the limit of my endurance and i scream that i can not stand it anymore. i am on the point of screaming out the safe word, when i see his eyes again comforting me and, in my shame, my bladder runs free, the piss running down my thighs and i howl out in humiliation and misery until i pass out.

When i regain consciousness the new maid is not there and i am curled up on a sofa, my head on my Lord's lap. My body is ablaze with pain from my whipping. But it is the scene in front of me that shocks me.

A few guests are sitting in front of the stage; The Executioner and the human rights woman are in front of the first maid. She had been taken from the wheel, and instead she is spread bound: her arms stretched horizontal on a wooden bar behind her shoulders. This bar is hanging on ropes from the roof. Her ankles are pulled wide, hanging about 10 cm above the floor, shackled to rings in the floor. They are knotting her long hair, tying it to a rope from the ceiling, they pull it tight. Her bruised, welted and blistered body, so mutilated, hangs by her arms and hair. The poor girl is in a bad way.

As i watch in horror, the woman gets a long, thin sharp knife and She unceremoniously cuts a + into the left tit of the maid, and peals the flesh open as if it was a ripe melon. She injects a kind of fluid into the breast and uses duct tape to close the cuts again. The maid howls, her eyes bulging, her head, restrained by the hair knot, thrashing from sheer pain. The woman repeats the operation on the other breast. The events are going so fast i can’t react and can only look on in shock at what’s done to the maid.

The Executioner is behind the maid, and makes a small cut in each heel. Then He penetrates the wounds with his fingers, curves his fingers and then with high force pulls up the skin of her calves upwards, skinning the terrified girl alive. Her shrieks are deafening and i bury my head in my hands but the guests are excited by the spectacle. Drool trickles down her chin and drips on to her mutilated tits. Her body shakes and her head thrashes despite the hair bondage. She howls pitifully. To get some courage i look up at my Lord and seeing Him watching emotionless, i try to beg for mercy for the maid.

But my Lord shows no mercy. "The maid is not begging for mercy, nor does she pray to a god, nor does she scream stop, she is a perfect maso, and anyhow she is an object to fulfil for what she was made for. So different from you, you are my slave, my property, need some training though, but still mine, so different from…" At the last words, my Lord nods to the tortured maid. "So stop speaking about the maid, she is just a…" and He turns away.

For a moment i am confused by His words. This means the maid is even lower than me, a slave, His slave, used for His pleasure but untouchable. Now i understand why the "women’s rights" woman is not allowed to go too far with me, but with the maid She has free reign. my heart bursts with pride.

 

i turn my attention back to the scene, where things indeed going worse for the maid. After finished skinning her legs, they peel some skin from her shoulders, seeing her grimace, hearing her shrieks, i am afraid that it is impossible that she can endure more alive. Beneath her spread thighs and right in line with her gaping cunt, They position a pole with a spear point. Meanwhile, The woman continues to torture the maid, who indeed never said a word or a prayer or a begging, not even a curse. She is past that! Her screams and howls have turned to pitiful whimpers. The Executioner pulls on the rope holding her hair, pulling her hair tight, the skin of her face is pulled and stretched into an evil grimace.

The woman bites at her nipples, slices them off and throws them on the floor in front of the barely alive girl as rivulets of blood run down her poor tortured body. The rope is pulled further raising the girl higher and distorting her face into an ugly mask. How can she possibly survive this? i have to look away.

Suddenly i hear something snap, but i can’t see what, is it her scalp, her hair, the rope? Anyhow in a split second, her body falls down onto the spear, cutting into her vagina and up through her internal organs. Her body bucks and thrashes and she howls in deepest agony, but the sight brings the audience members to climax, the men shooting their hot jizz deep into whatever cunt or mouth they are using, the females screaming their lust. The woman falls to Her knees finger-fucked herself and, seconds later The Executioner is humping her doggy fashion, in her arse, while her hand works non-stop to push her frantically and repeatedly over the edge.

With a mysterious smile on His face my Lord takes me, and leads me to his bedroom, where he uses all my holes mercilessly for a marathon fucking session, ignoring my pleas for a break, just a small break. my cunt and ass already so tender after the use they were put to earlier this evening and my body so sore from the whipping.

i feel so fortunate to be owned by such a man as my Lord. At times, as i was locked in my cage, that i thought that i meant nothing to Him, but now my doubts have been dispelled and i now know that He has real affection for me. Maids are replaceable, a wiling slave like me is not so easy to find. i know my life as my Lord’s slave will be filled with pain and degradation but i also know that my Lord displays me and allows His friends to use me because He is proud of me. And i am proud to be His slave and to endure the whippings and the tortures for Him 

But i accept the pain. My suffering is my gift to Him. For He is my Lord, my owner, and i know now that there is love in His heart for me. my only wish is to suffer for Him, to please Him by suffering, for in by suffering, i can please Him and prove my devotion.