For my Lord

CHAPTER 10 St. VALENTINE’S DAY

It has been a while since the New Year party, maybe five or six weeks. i find it difficult to keep track of the days as i am hardly ever permitted to see the television, generally only a stolen glance if it is on when i am in the same room, and i am never allowed to read a newspaper or magazine. My Lord says that it keeps my mind free from clutter so that i can concentrate on what is most important to me; pleasing Him.

At first, i found this hard as i consider myself to be an intelligent woman with an enquiring mind. But i have come to understand that my Lord is correct, as always, and i don’t need distractions from my only function in life, which is to obey and give pleasure to my Lord.

There has been no mention of the first maid since that night. The Butler behaves as normal, as if nothing has happened and the new maid, miss danielle, says nothing but appears nervous and fearful, as if afraid that something similar will happen to her. Both the maid and i avoid The Butler as much as we can and we both behave submissively when we do have to interact with Him.

myself, i feel a new pride at being my Lord’s property. i note that my Lord never addresses the maid directly and i now understand that my status is above that of the maid, but i am always careful never to say anything to her about this and i always behave respectfully towards her. After all, i don’t want to make an enemy of her and i don’t want to provoke a situation that could result in her suffering horrendous tortures like the first maid.

My body is fully recovered from the bullwhipping that i received at New Year and i have suffered only light to moderate whippings since then, although i have not forgotten that my Lord owes me a punishment and i am sure that He has not forgotten either.

Most nights i am permitted to sleep in my Lord’s bedroom, usually in my dog cage, but sometimes on the floor at the foot of His bed, attached by my collar to the bedpost so that it is impossible to lie down comfortably.

One day, my Lord has me brought to His bedroom, where He throws me face down on the bed and binds me, arms and legs spread wide and with my head overhanging the edge.

A vibrating egg is shoved roughly into my cunt and it is switched on, immediately sending thrilling jolts through my body. i am soon moaning in lust and as i do, my Lord mounts me and without warning, thrusts His magnificent cock deep into my ass. Again and again, He rams deeply and painfully into my tight rear hole as the vibrations from the egg bring me to climax after climax. i am beyond coherent thought and am so overcome that i omit to beg permission to cum.

my Lord’s stamina is amazing and i am exhausted, crying and screaming, fully surrendered to a mix of pain and pleasure. i want to beg for respite but know that my Lord will not stop until He has emptied Himself into my stretched ass.

After a brief rest, my Lord takes me again, over and over until i lose count of the times He takes me. Finally, after an eternity, He leaves me, with the vibrating egg still deep within my oozing cunt keeping me right on the edge.

Hour after hour i lie there bound on the bed, this terrible egg pulling climax after climax from me. Once in a while a man enters the room, not my Lord, i think, the Butler or one of the other male members of staff? Who knows? It does not matter, for whoever it is, He is here at the invitation of my Lord and, so, is entitled to use me. i can’t see in the head down position i am tied in, but every time a cock penetrates one of my fuck-holes, my ass or, after removing the egg, my cunt. While i am fucked by whoever it is, i babble some weak protest or beg for Him to stop. But it is useless, i know that while maids are for the household, what’s the use of a slave other than for a good fuck?

my eyes roll back in my head, my body is covered with sweat and every part of my body is now super sensitive. The climaxes continue to come, physical and painful and drool dribbles from the corners of my mouth. i am shaking, hovering on the edge of unconsciousness, uncertain whether this is a dream or real when i am untied, turned over and my Lord's shoves His cock into my head-fuck-hole.

While the egg still throbs in my cunt, my breath is cut off by His monstrous cock painfully stretching my throat and cutting off my air supply.

He is astride my chest, riding my tits as He fucks my mouth, and the weight of Him makes it even more difficult to breathe. In this position i am unable to resist, i can only hope that He will release me before i suffocate. But there is no sign of that as He grips my hair and is bobbing my head over His shaft.

my eyes bulge, my lungs burn from lack of air and i feel myself drifting into numbness. The egg is still throbbing but all thrills in my womb are forgotten. Is He going to kill me by fucking my face? Is this to be my ultimate surrender?

Just as i’m about to black out, He pulls out and thick spurts of His jizz gush over my face, in my hair, in my eyes, all over. Despite the terrible pain in my lungs as i gasp for air, i am so proud hearing Him burst out and groan His lust caused by me, His slave.

He stands but before He leaves, He bends to my face and whispers, “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Chapter 11 Punished Again

my Lord was away on a business trip for the following two weeks. He is often away for days or even weeks at a time. But when He returns, i am brought by The Butler to my Lord. As i kneel before Him, He reminds me that i am owed a punishment. That was weeks ago, i can hardly remember why i am to be punished and i was hoping that my Lord had forgotten about it but He reminds me that that i had several orgasms without permission and i need to be taught a serious lesson.

i am expecting to be taken to the cellar and severely whipped, but, instead, i am given a tiny miniskirt to put on. It is so short that it barely reaches my cunt. my knees are tied together with about 12 inches of rope between them so that i can hobble but not walk easily, especially as I am also given a pair of 4 inch stilettos to wear. Then i am given a blouse to wear but it is almost totally transparent and my plump nipples with their thick rings are completely visible.

my hands are bound behind my back and a second rope is tied tightly around my elbows, pulling my shoulders back painfully and causing my tits to thrust out against the thin material of my blouse. A rope is attached to my collar then pulled down and tied to the rope between my knees, forcing me to bend. The skirt is so short that i’m sure my cunt and ass are fully displayed from behind. The Butler clips a chain dog leash to my collar and leads my out of the house with me hobbling behind Him as best i can.

He leads me out towards the nearby village; it looks old, probably where estate workers used to live. Now, i would guess from the number of houses that maybe fifty or so people live there. As i am led through the village street i can hear comments such as “His Lordship’s whore,” or “Look at cumface.”

i am mortified and feel myself blushing bright red in humiliation, but i can do nothing but hobble along, following The Butler as He pulls on my leash. Does everyone around here know about me? i wonder. Perhaps these people were at the New Year party.

To my great relief, W/we leave the village and enter a forest area. Walking is difficult and painful in these shoes and on these rough forest paths and I can feel beads of sweat on my forehead as I struggle to keep up with The Butler and avoid stumbling.

Finally to my relief, He stops at a clearing. After untying me, He orders me to strip, which I quickly do. Then He leads me to a hole dug in the middle of the clearing and He forces me into it. This catches me unawares and i don’t realise what is happening until i am standing in the hole up to my shoulders. He fetches a shovel from the edge of the clearing and fills in the hole around me. i find my voice when He puts a wooden plank in front of me, but i am babbling incoherently and He ignores me and walks away, leaving me alone in the forest.

Surely He won’t leave me here for very long and He will soon return and get me from this hole. But hours go by and i not see a living soul. He can’t do this to me, He surely can’t just leave me here. i try to move, to wriggle free, but of course i can’t, my arms are down in front of my body, i can move them, but not get them out to the surface.

Time passes slowly. How long have I been here? One, three, six hours? i don’t have the slightest idea. I am just here alone. Alone with birds singing. And although it is in the shade of the forest, the Spring sun makes me warm, and with my body enveloped by earth, it is not cold. Sometimes i whimper or cry a little but there is no-one to hear me. i convince myself that before dark i will be released. But as the sun starts to go down no-one comes. At one point i need to pee, and can not hold back. i feel the urine flood down my thighs and legs and tears of shame fill my eyes.

Suddenly i hear voices and feel certain that my ordeal is over. But it is a nightmare. Two strangers approach, men from the village perhaps. And seeing me, they mock and laugh at me, as if it was no surprise to them to find me here. i start to beg them to release me, but that would be against my Lord's wishes, so i do not dare and i stay silent, blushing bright red in my embarrassment. It becomes even worse as, both laughing, they open their trousers and start to urinate on me. They aim on my face, and i can only cry from deep humiliation. Then when finish they redress and continue their walk without so much as a single word to me. Moments later i am once more alone with my own thoughts.

The sun slowly goes down, and i am still in the hole. Looking around in search of someone to rescue me, there is no-one; i am alone. i am starting to panic. Of course i deserved a punishment, but this? This is a thousand times worse than even the most severe whipping.

i try wriggling and pushing up, but to no avail, i am stuck in the hole. Suddenly, i lose control and empty my bladder again. The warm urine flooding down my thighs makes me cry in despair. The sun is now down and the forest is fully dark. There are strange sounds of the night animals nearby. Is it a mouse? Oh god no, not a rat, scrabbling near my face, i am terrified by the sound of some fighting animals nearby and an owl hoots in the trees, mocking my misery.

i doze fitfully and when i open my heavy eyelids it is in the dawn chill. Conscious of my surroundings, i find a bowl filled with water and one with a kind of porridge in front of me. Instinctively, without pondering how it came there, i attack the bowls emptying them at once. Insanely, the warm food makes me feel better and i feel my clit itch. Suddenly, i work my hands towards my cunt and with both hands i finger myself frenzy to an insane climax.

Yesterday and during the long night it was more fear and panic that i felt, today i am more resigned to my situation, but as the day wears on, my imagination begins to work overtime. i stare up at the sky as some clouds appear and somehow i think i see the shape of my Lord, making you instantly, horny and i frantically finger-fuck myself again, sending myself into a crazy orgasm. My mind drifts back to the memory of the tortured maid, making me tremble from lust and causing me to orgasm yet again.

As sun climbs in the sky, a couple with a dog approach me but i do not even beg them to help me, so resigned am i to enduring this horrendous punishment. The dog runs towards me and starts sniffing at me; i must smell terribly from the piss i received from the two men. But then, even worse, the dog lifts his leg and pisses on my face. And the couple watch, laughing to themselves before they continue their walk as if nothing had happened. i must be losing my mind as this also gives me a thrill so that i can’t help but touch myself again. i am exhausted, but some strange energy makes me insatiably horny.

At sunset i don’t panic anymore but after giving myself yet another climax i fall asleep. The next morning there are again the two bowls in front of me, filled with water and the porridge, which i empty at once, being both hungry and very thirsty. This day goes as the previous one, except that at some time, two men wander by, unzip and, one after the other, kneel in front of me and fuck my mouth until it is filled with their wad. Again, without saying a word to me, they continue on their way.

How long have i been in the hole? Three days? A week? my mind drifts away and is only filled with images of lust and pain, my Lord, and the cruel Butler. These thoughts make me constantly randy and i make myself cum over and over again. Sometimes my memories get mixed up with my Lord, the politician woman, The Butler, the maids and i endlessly cum, cum and cum, and a feeling of love, pride and deep submission fills my soul.

Supervised by The Butler, The Gardener and The Cook arrive and take me from the hole. Stiff from being in this position for such a long time, i can’t walk, so they lay me on a wooden plank and put that on a farm wagon, pulled by a work horse, and i am taken back to the mansion, where i am bathed and allowed to rest. The first time i meet my Lord, i endlessly mumble my gratitude for the punishment.

my Lord tells me that from now on i will be only rarely permitted to walk upright, instead, i am ordered to crawl around on all fours with a dog leash clipped to my collar. When i am allowed to see or to meet my Lord, i must bow deeply, with my face to the floor, hands clasped behind my neck, my knees drawn up, but widespread, so that my ass is as high as possible. My eyes must be closed and i must wait in that position until there is a word or some other signal from my Lord, which sometimes doesn’t come for a long time, making me wait there for quite some time.

Apparently my Lord is a very busy man; He is rarely at the mansion these days. When He is at home, His wishes are unpredictable. Sometimes He desires a sweet gentle cock-suck, other times i must suffer an endless harsh whipping in the dungeon, a week-end of tender lovemaking in bed, or a torture scene mercilessly executed by The Butler while my Lord watches from His chair, seldom participating Himself.

It is my role as a slave to be at His disposal at all times for whatever He needs, and i am so proud that He took me. i hate it when He is away, i am locked in my cage for long periods and time hangs heavy for me as i cannot fulfil what i know is my only reason for existing.