HIM

part 1

It all started with the drowning, deemed suicide, of my friend's younger sister. She was very beautiful, but very young and easily misled. Her family thought everything was right in her world. She was to marry a handsome, powerful executive. Her whole life was ahead of her. The girl's suicide was a mystery to her family and they wanted answers. I wanted to give them the answers.

The good looks, the smile, the money and the job, he had it all. I knew his type; even if he were to get married he would never be faithful. He could have just about any woman he wanted, all with slim waists and big breasts. He would treat them all like objects and never like people.

I started to discreetly look into his life. I was shocked by what I found. He has been linked to many women. A few of them have committed suicide, more of them have been institutionalised and yet others now make their living as prostitutes. I wanted to take the information I found to the police but he was a very powerful man and I had very little hard evidence. I cannot let him keep ruining women's lives. I came up with a plan but I had to be careful, he must not see me coming for him.

He used, abused and then dumped them. After they had given themselves to him with body and soul he let them fall. He would not even talk to them anymore and there would be a new lady by his side. The same pattern is seen over and over again, and he thinks he can get away with it, but not this time.

I know so much about him by now that I can lure him into a trap. It is so easy when you know which kind of girls he likes. One evening he is alone, and I show myself to him for the first time. It was like a bee to honey, he came right over to me. “Hi, how are you? Have I ever seen you before; will you have a drink with me”? He is all charming and smiling. “Mmm, yes I'd like that” I said, and I feel a little joy to know that he will walk into my trap. We chat and dance the whole evening. He is by my side, telling me of his job, how much money he has and about his big penthouse. He thinks he can talk me into bed with him, just because of his success.

*****

I saw her for the first time in the bar after work. It was shortly after my fiancée had committed suicide. I mourned her loss but felt no real guilt that I was “hunting” again for a new girl for I felt lonely and bored. The one I saw now shone like a diamond in a colliery. I had to possess this gem and relish its brilliance.

I had to make her mine and made my move. I offered a drink and she accepted. I told her all about me and I felt her falling for my charm. Oh, they are so easy, these little dolls!

*****

He talks a lot about my beauty, my nice long golden hair and my smell; he even likes it when I giggle. It's strange because no one enjoys it when I giggle. This is not right; he seems to be attracted to me, but all he wants is just another lady in the sack. I decided to let him wait for a while and keep myself mysterious.

I start to say good-bye, he tries to talk me into going over to his big penthouse, but no way am I going with him on the first night. I give him a big kiss full on the lips with a little tongue. I lightly brush his cock with my hand and whisper, “some other time tiger” and walk away leaving him frustrated.

*****

I praise her beauty. Her golden hair frames her pretty face like a crown. She is nervous and giggles a lot. I like that and she seems so easy. I want her tonight, to make her mine. But suddenly she seems averse to my advances. I try to think lightly of it but still it annoys me for I usually have it my way. Then, when she leaves, she kisses me full on the lips and her tongue enters my mouth. She even presses her hand against my crotch which made me flinch, why for fuck's sake? I am never so shy. Before she turns away she whispers “some other time tiger”. Her Parthian shot leaves me confused and frustrated. She is a terrible tease and I loathe her for her sudden indifference yet I want her more than ever.

*****

Two nights later I am back to where he is at and he senses my presence, he is right by my side the first minute I walk inside.

“I don't even know your name”. “My name is not important, it's just a name, I don't know yours. Besides only my good friends know my name”. He told his name on the spot (and not even the right one, he lied about that). He tried the whole evening to be a good friend so that I would tell him my name, but I will not tell him it this evening. I teased and tormented him the whole night and left him horny and frustrated and still not knowing who I was. I can tell he is not used to a woman like me but I know he'll be back for more.

I kept him frustrated for many weeks and he kept coming back for more. He was infatuated with me. He would follow me around like a puppy trying to please me with expensive bobbles. I never told him my name and of course he never bedded me.

One evening while we were sipping champagne in a secluded corner of the hottest club in town, I said, “ Tara ”. “What, what's that you say?” “Darling, I'm telling you my name, it's Tara ”. His jaw dropped he could not believe I had told him. “Why are you telling me this… Tara ? Am I now a good friend of yours?” “You are my only friend Erik and I'm falling in love with you”. “Love!" We have never even had sex. How can you be in love with me?” “I just am, silly. Why question it?” With a big grin on his face he says, “Let's get out of this dump; the night is young”.

*****

I spot her immediately two nights later. I leave the party from the office I am with and go directly to her.

Curiously I ask her for her name but she refuses to give it, playing hard to get. I give her mine but cannot entice hers from her. She says it is only for good friends. Well, girl, I am inclined to become more than that and will get more from you than your name. She does not give in, however, how hard I try that night. I feel angry but too much attracted to her and I am too stubborn to let it pass.

I see her continuously for the following weeks and I bestow her incessantly with attention. Still, she does not give her name but she still chats and flirts happily with me. It really upsets me now. Wait until I get you in bed, girl, because you are going to repay me in every possible way.

Then, one night, she gives her name: Tara . I am astonished at her frankness. Still, more is to come. She says she loves me. I ask her again and do not dare to doubt her. I grab my chance. I ask her to come with me, you are mine, girl, although you may not realize it yet!

*****

We headed to his high-rise penthouse, which is on the 50th floor of an office building he owns. He prepares drinks for us at my request and then excuses himself to change into something a little more comfortable. It is then that I pull out a small vile filled with a clear liquid. A woman doctor I am very close to gave me the experimental drug to help me with tonight. It's a drug on the order of curare but it won't kill a person if used in small doses. It will paralyse him for several hours. It is also like Viagra and will keep him erect all during his paralysis.

Mr. Stud returned to me stinking of cologne. We started right in with heavy kissing and petting. I made sure he was good and hard then asked him to pass me my drink. Frustrated, he did and to my delight grabbed his and drank it all down in one chug. He grabbed me again, hands all over my body. He started slowing down as the drug took effect. Soon he was not moving. “What's wrong with me”, he croaked. “ Tara , I need a doctor”. “Ssh, Erik, you don't need a doctor. I gave you a drug. Now I'm going to make you disappear from the face of the Earth”. He tried to speak but the drug took away that ability. There was rage in his eyes and a hint of fear. “Oh my, it looks like we have a situation”, she said as she rubbed his erection. His face flushed. Tara removed his clothes.

He is such a big ego and an asshole; I think I will be happy to have him as my toy. And he is so beautiful; he really has a fine body, and his hair so tick and black and soft. Mmmmm....

*****

I take her to my penthouse. I put on some music and dim the lights. I lead her to the bedroom and pour her a drink on her request. I excuse me and go to the bath room. I need to have a leak. After that, I wash my hands and face and put on some cologne. I walk back into the room where she is waiting. I go and sit next to her. Immediately she is all over me. Mmmm, good girl. I really get aroused and can hardly restrain myself. Then she asks for her drink. It breaks the tension and I hand it over reluctantly. In frustration I drown mine in one gulp. Time to get moving again, girl, I think when I look at her bosom and shapely body with hardly hidden lust.

*****

My hands move over her body and I am really hard and longing to get at her. But something is wrong. She seems tense and a wicked smile plays on her face. Suddenly I feel my body fail me. My movements falter and I feel faint. I ask for a doctor but she has turned like a leaf on a tree. She drugged me. I want to plea for help but I am speechless. I feel betrayed and helpless anger wells up in me. What does she want from me, what would she do to me? I am defenceless against her now and she seems to like it. She tells me bluntly that I am about to disappear from the face of the earth. I am really afraid now. Again, I try to beg for mercy or at least, ask for an explanation, but I am still unable to speak and completely paralyzed. She grabs my dick and rubs it hard as if intent to hurt it. There is nothing I can do about it and, although I feel belittled, embarrassed and afraid, my erection does not disappear.

*****

“Okay that's enough, come on take him with you now and be quick with it”, I say to myself.

I go outside to my van I hid there earlier in the day and get the wheelchair out of it. I go back upstairs and get him into the wheelchair. It's not easy but I get him inside the chair. Now I get him strapped in, don't want any mishaps. I put a coat over him, its chilly outside. I look around to see if there is anything I left. Everything is all right; no one can see that I was here. Ready to go. I look at him; he stares back at me with rage. He is being kidnapped and can't do a thing about it. He can't even get his head up, and he drools on his coat, maybe I gave him too much of the drug? Well I'll see to that when we are home.

I take him with me into the van and strap him in. I blindfold him so he can't see where I am taking him. And then the ride can begin, I have a toy with me and I can't stop thinking what I can do to him. I am so exited I can come without even touching myself.

*****

She disappears and returns with a wheelchair. With some difficulties she pulls me into the chair and straps me in. I feel deeply humiliated with the straps biting in my flesh and, paralysed, my head slumps forwards. My tongue is limp and saliva drools down from my mouth on my chest and down my crotch. I look at her with fear because there is nothing I can do but still my anger has not subsided. I was successful and got everything my way and now I am helpless like a baby. Her beauty now holds no other promise than one of menace and uncertainty. Where would she take me? What would she do to me? Would she let me life and, if so, would I not be better of dead? I deeply fear the sexual innuendo of her actions and cringe at the thought of how she could abuse me.

She cleans away all evidence of her presence. Then she drapes my overcoat around me to hide my body. Silently, she wheels me down the corridor, to the elevator. I am sure now that I shall never see this again. There is no one at this late hour and I scream my longs out for help but no sound leaves my lips except a hoarse whisper. She has prepared this well and she takes me to the service entrance. There, in the shadows stands a dark and anonymous van that no one would have noticed. She opens the doors and pulls two planks down. Over this provisional ramp she wheels the chair into the van. She puts the brakes on and takes away the coat from me. The nightly cold bites into my flesh and I shiver uncontrollably. Without paying any heed to my plight, she secures the wheelchair and me with straps to the ground. She puts the planks inside and disappears with the coat. The doors are thrown shut and I am engulfed by the dark. Without doubt she returns the coat to the penthouse so nothing would be missing. This is not an impulsive act but a well prepared and perceived plan to kidnap me. She returns after a short while. Next to my chair, she throws the false licence plates that were on the van while parked so no one would be able to trace it even if it was noticed which would be extraordinary in this neighbourhood of upstarts and rich. In the dark, I can hardly make her out but I feel the contempt and threatening lust that radiates from her. She never looked lovelier yet it instils me with nothing but fright. She puts ear phones into my ears and blindfolds me with a leather mask. I feel the noise when she starts the tape and she leaves, shutting me in once again. I hear the door of the cabin opening and the van revving up. Then I hear her voice that shouts abuse to me on the tape against the background of loud music. Blind and deafened, unable to take any note of the road or direction, numb with cold and paralysed I am ridden of to my new destiny. My penis is still erected, exposing my glowing flesh to the cold. But anger and shame have already left me to leave nothing than a void filled with primordial fear and a will to survive. I'll do everything as long as it keeps me alive, whatever she extorts from me.

------- Part 2 ------

As I am bringing my prize back to my house I have to pull over and stop the van. My heart is pounding, my silky panties are drenched and my clit aches. I reach into my glove compartment and get the vibrating dildo that is always there. With a soft moan I pull up my skirt, pull aside the panty and sink the dildo deep into my dripping pussy. ‘Oh yes, that's real nice', I think to myself as I cum not once but twice. The orgasms have eased my senses and cleared my head. It has gripped me more then I thought it would knowing that I have someone now. No more fantasies; this time its real. The drive back to my home is a long one but now my head is clearer but the anticipation is making the drive that much longer.
I made a basement, inside the house you would never see it if you didn't know it was there. In this type of building there is no basement, the house is built on a solid concrete floor foundation. But I got under the floor and shovelled out enough dirt until I was satisfied, and I got myself a nice basement, with two compartments. One I use for storing, potatoes and other things that need to be kept cool. The other part is hidden on the other side of the house. It's all-soundproof, because of the neighbours. It's fine to have neighbours but they also can be very annoying.
It has everything I need. A nice big cage for him, it will be his home for now, a lot of chains, whips, and a lot of other toys I've bought. I even have a toilet and a shower in a corner. So he won't ever have to go upstairs again.
When I arrive at my house I prepare Nicolas to transport him into my house without my neighbours getting too nosey. I remove his blindfold and all I see is hate in his eyes. A pair of wrap-around sunglasses hid his face. I stick a penis gag into his mouth just encase he can verbalize and hide the gag with a wool scarf. Two blankets conceal his bound arms and legs.
*****

Impassively bound to the chair, I perceive the trip in the dark only through the rolling motion of the van. Her taped voice keeps resounding through my head. With the abuse shouted at me I cannot concentrate and loose any feel for orientation. Only once I have the sensation that the van stops for an indeterminate period, then jolts again into movement to its unknown destiny.

Slowly my fear ebbs down to give way to renewed anger. Why tolerate that I am abducted in such a way? There must be a way out as long as I fight for it. Yet, while my thoughts race feverishly through my head, my body remains impassive which fuels my anger until I burn again with intense rage. I feel nauseous, unable to tell whether it comes from the drug she gave me, that bitch, or from the intensity of emotions in my impassive body when suddenly the van stops…

The doors are opened and I hear her approach me. The leather mask is removed and the sudden light blinds me. I look at her with relentless hate but she smiles back at me with contempt. She reaches inside a bag and forces something inside me. I nearly choke as I feel the cock-shaped rod deep inside my throat. I wheeze like an old man as my breathing is impaired by the drug. She undoes the straps of the wheelchair. Then she puts sun glasses on my face and hides my bound body with blankets before she sets out to put down the ramp...

*****

As I am setting up the ramp to wheel down Nicholas, Old Man Hahn appears out of nowhere asking if he could help. My heart pounds and refuses his help but he is insistent and nosey. “Who is that in the chair, Tara ?” “Ssh, Mr. Hahn, it's my great Uncle and he is sleeping. I just have him for the day while a room at a new nursing home is prepared for him. The poor guy never recovered from the strokes that hit him.” “That is a tragedy. But let me help you get the chair down the ramp.” “Thank you for your help Mr. Hahn.”
Nicholas fought hard to try to move his body. Was this old man blind? Couldn't he see I'm not an old invalid? Nicholas screamed for help in his mind but his body remained silent.
Mr. Hahn helps me lower Nicholas to the ground and even wheels him to my front door. My heart is pounding with fear in my chest that Mr. Hahn might discover the truth. We get the chair into the house without any trouble and I am anxious to get rid of Mr. Hahn and get on with my plan. “Thank you so much Mr. Hahn, you have been very helpful.” “I can't believe your uncle slept through to whole ordeal.” “Well the trip was very taxing on him. We had a long drive and its only half over. This is just a rest stop; later I will be taking him to his daughter's home. Thank you again for your help Mr. Hahn, but you must excuse me I have much to prepare before I leave.” With that thankfully Hahn turned and left.

*****

An old geezer appears, whom she calls Mr Hahn, and I feel my heart leap with hope. He must see something is wrong and get to my help. But she sells the man the story that I am her invalid great-uncle and he accepts it without doubt. He must be blind or senile to mistake me for a elderly cripple. Yet, as I struggle to get his attention I cannot get any movement out of my body but some spasms which, ironically, must make her story all the more convincing. I am angry with her and with myself. I am wheeled down the ramp and put inside a house that I can barely make out. The man leaves and she showers him with thanks, eager to get him out of her way, and he leaves contently, the silly goat! It dawns to me that my last chance of escape has gone and I sink again in dark despair.

*****

After I made sure the old man was not still snooping around, I fought the wheel chair and Nicholas down the basement stairs. The ordeal getting Nicholas into the basement was more then Tara had bargained for and about three quarters of the way down the steps the wheel chair slipped from Tara 's grip. The chair with Nicholas in it toppled over and fell on its side on the basement floor. All Tara could do was look on in horror.
Nicholas was angry with Tara and his body. Why was his body not obeying his commands? As he was being jostled down the steps he thought his body was starting to respond. Then he realized he was falling and there was nothing he could do to stop the fall. He hit the ground hard and it took his breath away but being strapped into the chair protected him from any real damage.
Tara sprinted down the rest of the stairs and was concerned that he was seriously injured. She was not so much concerned for his safety as much as her concern that he would need medical attention. After up righting him and giving him the once over she thought that he would suffer much more serious injuries from her then he had in the fall. Smiling at this thought she unlocked Nicholas's new ‘apartment' and wheeled him in.
*****

She makes sure that the old man is no longer around before she removes the glasses and blankets. But I remain gagged and strapped to the chair when she wheels me down the corridor to a door that she opens. A single bulb casts dark shadows rather than shedding any light on the staircase that leads to a basement. She puts me at the top of the chair and lowers the chair step by step. I feel uneasy as the wheels are much larger than the threads and I feel her falter under the load. Although expected, I startle when she looses her grip after the first five steps and the chair races into the dark. My heart stops still and I loose consciousness momentarily before I crash at the bottom of the stairs. The chair luckily absorbs much of the impact and my head is spared but I bruise my shoulder and knee. I curse her silently when she dashes down the stairs. She seems concerned about me, inspecting my body but I do not dare to think why. With difficulty she uprights the chair. My fear only grows when she opens a trap door that cannot be discerned by the casual observer…

*****

She wheeled him over to what she thought of as her dungeon wall. She got him up and out of the chair into a standing position with his back against the wall and latched a thick metal collar around his neck that was attached to the wall. The collar held him upright as she strapped his arms and legs to the wall with thick leather cuffs. She softly slapped him in the cheek; “you won't be going any where without me letting you”. She laughed as she left him bound to the wall. She left him in darkness and locked the apartment door.
She bought the wheel chair back up the stairs and placed a homemade dummy in it and dressed it to look like her poor great uncle. This way all her nosey neighbours will see her leave with her guest and never know Nicholas is in her home. Tara looked to see if old man Hahn was around. She didn't want him helping her again since the dummy was featherweight compared to Nicolas. She quickly loaded the chair into the van and drove away without incident.

*****

She wheels me into the dark. I look with unease at this room looks like a cell. But I can still not move and am unable to make out much of the room. She undoes the straps and pulls me upright. A collar is fitted to my neck and leather cuffs to my wrists and ankles that put my naked body spread-eagled against the cold stone wall. I shiver from cold and fear. She slaps my face. “You won't be going any where without me letting you”, she says. She removes the gag. “Did you like this little dick, little sissy cunt? You better should, because you'll be getting bigger ones inside you soon very often.” She chuckles, the smart little bitch, but I know she is right. “And let's hope you get control over your body soon because with a dysfunctional body you are of no use to me.” Then she leaves me in this embarrassing position. I see her beautiful body strutting away. The light is turned off and the door falls shut and darkness engulfs me. My body is limb and the cuffs and collar cut in my flesh and my entire body aches after a short while…

*****

The basement is pitch black; Nicholas cannot see right in front of his nose. The stonewall is cold against his back. He realizes he is moving his fingers. Slowly he is able to move all his body parts but he can't move much the way he is bound to the wall. His voice returns to him and he screams for help. Over and over again he screams for help until his throat is raw. The wall is so cold and the room is so dark; hopelessness creeps into Nicholas's mind.
*****

Slowly life creeps back into my veins, reawakening my senses. I try to recompose myself but only feel despair. I cough and croak as my voice returns to me. Unsteady I call out for help. First hardly audible, then from the top of my lungs. Over and over again I scream until my throat feels raw and my voice is hoarse. I am thirsty and hungry and have never felt so cold. I scream and scream again until I no longer have any power or energy left. Exhausted I collapse and feel the collar and cuffs chafe my flesh again. Slowly my hope and will to live seep from me.

*****

When Tara finally gets back home it is very late and has been a very long day for her. She is bone tired and decides to just crawl into bed. She is too tired even to check on her captive. She is asleep almost as soon as her head hits her satin covered pillow. She dreams of slaves all night long and awakes refreshed and horny.
She lies a while longer, still enjoying the fact that she finally got herself a toy, and one that isn't of any use to society. “ I think they are glad that I took him. I'll teach him some manners on how to treat women” I muse. “Okay, time to get up and take a visit down stairs.” She hops out of bed, takes a shower and then she has to choose what she should wear. It has to be something that is overwhelming for him. She has to show him some power. She decides to take a leather outfit. A tight leather top with a nice neckline and two leather straps closing it tight around the waist. Tight leather pants and of course a pair of 4” heels. To top it all off she puts on her wide leather coat. She put some wax in her short red hair and puts on some heavy make up. Her eyes look mean and dark. She attaches to the belt of her pants a few chains and a small whip. She looks one more time in the mirror. “Okay let's play” she said to herself. She goes down stairs and then to the big staircase where she hid her stairs to the basement.
When I enter the basement I listen and I don't hear a thing, “maybe he's not awake yet,” I think. I open the door to his apartment and there he is, hanging on the wall, I turn on one little spot light, its hanging so its shining is his eyes and he has trouble to see me well. “Who are you, let me go”, he screams at me. I start laughing, “You may never go, you are my toy and I am intending to keep you. I have a lot of toys I want to use on you and I am eager to start your training.” “Shhhhhhhhhhhh, don't be afraid now, it will be a pleasant time for the both of us, you pleasing me and I pleasing myself” I chuckle. I take a step closer to him and then suddenly he can see whom I am. “ You damn bitch! Let me go! You are a crazy bitch to do this to me. Don't you know who I am?” I take a chair and a file lying on a shelf and I sit down. “ Yes I know who you are, Nicolas. You had let me think you were my friend and you lied to me from the start by not telling me your real name. Its not Erik and I knew it from the beginning.” I start looking in his file, and I read out loud. “ Your name is Nicolas Trend, born 28 years ago in a hospital in New York You're a single child and your parents made a spoiled brat out of you. You could get everything you need and you never worked for one cent in your life. You took everything for granted and thought you could lie and cheat all you wanted”. He started yelling at me again “you stupid bitch, what is this, the fucking FBI?!” I stand up and get a nice gag from a shelf nearby and I walk to him. “Never call me a fucking bitch again.” I take out my little whip and I let him feel the bite of it on his jaw. Next I shove a nice red ball-gag in his mouth and strap it tight on the back of his head and lock it with a little padlock. He gulped and looked me straight in the eye, with his piercing blue ones.
“So quiet again, let me tell you what I know of you. You were spoiled from the day you were born and even the company you own now is not made of your own sweat. It's a gift from your daddy, given to you on your 25th birthday, because you want to have your own company. But tragedy came over you; when Mommy and Daddy died last spring in a car accident shortly after leaving your penthouse where the three of you had a big fight. Daddy was angry with you because he heard about your treatment of women, I think. That's something we can debate about later, but first you have to know lesson two of your training. You never, and I mean never lay your eyes on me again, you have to look down and a meter in front of you”. I flick his face with my fingers and he twitched for a moment but he looked at me and didn't want to look down. I look in his stern blue eyes and I say one more time with a louder demanding voice, “Look down now!” He won't listen and I take a deep breath and I get the blindfold off the shelf. As I put it on; he tried to shake it away. I let him taste my whip again, on his other cheek this time. He shudders, “don't resist me again or I'll let you feel the full fury of my whip”, I said behind clenched teeth. This time I win and the blindfold finds its way and is padlocked tight.
“I'll let you over think your sins for now but I'll be back soon, to give you your first punishment”. I walk away and close the door with a loud bang.

*****

I hear the door open and feel her enter the room. Yet, I cannot muster the force to confront her. Then a single spotlight is turned on me and its blinding light cannot lighten my despair.

I see her silhouette, lined out in black shining leather. What does she have in mind? I have to try to. fight or talk my way out of this. I search for all energy that is left in my body but it is not much. I cannot appear to be weak if I want to stand a chance. I straighten my body and shout at her to let me go. But she won't and she tells me that I am her toy and will be subjected to her. “Why?” I ask myself…

Maybe I can confound her and get myself out that way. But she seems to know everything about me and confronts me with this. My mind is not clear anymore and I lose my temper with her. I call her a bitch which earns me a blow with a whip on my cheek. So, I know what she is up to. She is in control, though, and she makes no secret out of it. She gags me, with a red rubber ball this time. I look at her in rage but she seems not to care, no she seems to like to have me upset and angry. She chuckles when she sees the desperate rage in my eyes…

She continues to confront me and particularly judges me for my contempt for women. She should know, after what I had in mind for her, let alone when I'd get my hands on her. But that probability seems so remote and she knows it. There is no relenting in her rant against me and she humiliates me deeply. She orders me to avert my eyes. I oppose her. She hits me in the face but I won't give in. She takes a blindfold that I can shake loose once, then she hits me with the whip on my cheek again. I give in and have myself blindfolded, but its darkness cannot black out the shadowy doubts in my soul. She does not leave any, however, when she leaves and tells me that I have to think over my sins before I shall receive my first punishment. She leaves again but before she closes the door she tells me to spare my energy as no one will hear me and I cannot escape from this cell. Then the door of my tomb shuts loudly and overcome with sleep and agony my mind becomes the prey of nightmares of what punishment she may inflict on my defenceless mind and body…

*****

part 3

I have to leave, the whole scene is exciting me too much and I have to do something about it. Some scenes keep playing over and over in my head. I feel so strong dominating such big guy. I find it hard to believe that he has submitted to me (like he has a choice). I really can't believe it. I put my hand in my pants and start to finger myself over and over again. I am so very wet, wetter then I have ever been. I can't believe I am able to bring myself to three climaxes. This is getting me more than I would ever dream about. But I have to be careful; don't let the power overwhelm me or I may end up doing the same as Nicolas did to his women.

After a cold drink of water I take a long hot shower and change my clothes. I had to get out of my leather outfit; it was too hot for me. I choose this time, cotton. Tight jeans and a wide, white blouse are my choices. On my belt I attach the same whip he has felt the bite of before. I head back down the basement.

When I come in to his ‘apartment', he stirs at the sounds I make. I hear unintelligible curses coming from him. I go over close to him.

“ There is a stud hanging on my wall and I need to see his whole body,” I whisper in his ear. “These clothes won't do, they must go.” I walk over to a shelf and take a pair of scissors out. I walk back and snip the scissors closed it makes a snapping sound and Nicolas jumps in his bounds. I let the scissors run up and down his face and his throat. And then with one cut I slice trough his shirt. “Ah at last I can see your nipples, they are beautiful, I have some nice jewellery waiting for them, and mmmmmm let me taste them.” I start to suck on his nipples. He moans into his gag and tries to shift away, but he can't move and I have his nipple right in my mouth. I suck and bite on it and his nipple is getting stiff and his moans are of pleasure this time. I laugh at how hard I have made his nipples and start cutting his pant legs one at a time. I shred his pants and tear off the tattered pieces. Finally he is standing in his boxers, socks and shoes. I start laughing at the sight of his boxers; they are red with little cupids on them. I never saw a grown man wear this kind of boxer in my life. “Alright we have to cut them also”, and I teasingly run the scissors up and down his cock, visible inside his boxers. With a few snips of the scissors his boxers fall in shreds to the floor. The last things I have to remove are his socks and shoes and even these I cut through. I already had his wallet with his credit cards, identification, driver's licence and money already put away along with his apartment keys. I have plans for them later.

*****

I feel cold and my body aches in the constraints. A few times I dozed off into a fitful sleep but the cuffs and collar cut in my flesh and denied me any comfort of sleep. I lost track of time a long time ago – at least that I am sure off – and my hunger and thirst have not lessened but the acute craving has worn off. Likewise my feelings have blunted although a subconscious rage occasionally engulfs me. Anger about my humiliating state flushes through my veins and heats my shivering body with a feverish hate for that filthy, double-dealing bitch that puts me through this ordeal. I tense my muscles and pull at the bonds that keep me in check. But they are sturdy and there is no way that I can see a weak link in the system due to the blindfold, nor can I make myself heard to cry, curse, or plead for mercy or for help with the gag and the soundproof walls. Then despair about the hopelessness of the situation raises its head and the anger gives way to an instinctive fear of what she might do to me and uncontrollable panic occupies me. Cold sweat breaks out and my strained muscles cramp in a state of terror. This leaves me drained of vital resources that I need for survival and my despondency grows darker and darker…

I startle when she opens the door and despite my fatigue and against my counsel I swear at her in rage. But the gag makes my words unintelligible and I feel that she is indifferent to it. No, she likes this as I sense her femininity close to me. She knows she is in control and taunts me about this with her jeers.

I am at her mercy and she tells me that she wants to see my naked body. She goes to fetch something and I hear the snips of a scissor when she comes back. I jolt and tense in my bonds when I think what she can do to me with those. She chuckles and runs the cold steel over my face and throat. My mouth goes dry with fear in complete contrast to the amusement that radiates from her. I feel how she cuts away my shirt. She painfully reveals my exposed state when she preys on my nipples. She tells me that she will pierce them – God forbid – then cups my nipple. I try to move away in a futile attempt to protect me. I try to restrain me when she keeps sucking on it but my nipples get hard anyway. Even my cock stiffens but my arousal is tempered when she bites hard on it. I moan and cry but my sounds are stifled by the gag.

She laughs at me, then clips away my trousers. She laughs heartily at my red silk boxer with cupids that I put on in a romantic whim for our encounter. How little did I know then and I feel belittled and betrayed by her. But she runs the scissors teasingly over my crotch and cock after which she removes the boxer, my socks and shoes so that I am stark-naked and fully exposed. I thought that I could not be embarrassed more but now I fear what shame she further may heap onto me…

*****

I run my hands over his tan muscular naked body. My fingers wander through his hairy chest. They drop down through his hairy legs and come to a stop in the dark bird's nest that surrounds his semi-hard cock. “ That's got to go, I want your body smooth and soft” I whisper hot in his ear as I pull a few pubic hairs out by their roots. Nicolas screams into his gag in pain but I ignore it and continue to whisper in his ear,” You have a great body but you need to work out more, the muscles have to be bigger, and you have to get rid of that belly there is too much fat for my taste. I think I will put you on a diet.” Angry noises of protest come from Nicolas as I walk away to a shelf.

“Shaving time”, I announce with a laugh. I think it would be great fun to run a straight razor over his body but I don't want to spend that much time and have to worry about sudden movements from him. He could get really damaged. Maybe later when he is better trained I think as I reach for a bottle of Nair and decide to take the easy way out. Now I must get him safely over to the shower area.

When Nicholas was bound to the wall he was actually locked into half a stock and the stock was attached securely to the wall but could be quickly released through a spring-loaded mechanism that could be activated by the simple pull of a lever. All that was needed was to lock in the front part of the stocks and he could be released from the wall while still in bondage. The neck part of the stocks was very tight around his throat, almost choking him. Perfect. I locked the front to the back with a pad lock. Now for his legs.

I put a hobble chain between his ankles. Now I pull the lever to free him from the wall. I use his cock for leash and I pull him with me toward the shower area. His hobble chain is too short, he can barely walk, and I decide to add a few links to the chain. When Nicolas feels one of his feet come free, he kicks at me and I fall and hit the basement floor hard. I am back on my feet immediately and start hitting him wildly with my whip. “That's not a wise thing to do”, I tell him. “I was making walking easier for you but now it will be much more difficult, instead of adding two links I'll remove two links and you will have to walk with this hobble chain for a long time. I am really pissed at you.” My whip has raised welts all over his body. My anger has subsided. He is still again. “Don't make me hurt you any more then I want to. “ You will be still or you will feel pain like never before”. I laugh to myself, ‘you are going to feel pain like never before anyway'. I take two links out of the chain and put it back on his cuff again with no further trouble from Nicholas. Now walking is really difficult for him, he has to shuffle and it takes a lot of time to get to the shower.

*****

Her hands run over my body, trailing over my breast and stomach until they come to rest in the tuft of hair above my still half erected cock. She comes close to me, telling that she will remove my body hair, then tears a handful of hair. I scream in agony but she just ignores my pain and says that she will put me on a diet and have me to work out to shape my body to her liking, as if she owns me as a mere toy for her pleasure. And of course I know she does but I shall not give in to that bleak prospect, she'll experience that, I vow to myself. I swear at her in protest although that is of no use except to let her know that I will not subjugate myself meekly.

But she is not impressed. She laughs and goes away to fetch something. When she returns she releases part of the bonds with a single action. I am curious how she did that and whether I could have operated it likewise when I had not been blindfolded. Although my arms and neck are still locked tightly with the iron cuffs to the bars, my legs are free and I can get some movement. I move hesitantly, glad that I can ease my tense muscles a bit. With this flicker of regained freedom, my mind already races over a possibility for escape. Yet, before I can make a move, my ankles are cuffed and linked by a chain that restrains my movements. She grabs my cock and pulls me behind her. I shuffle awkwardly because of the short chain and a loss of coordination after the prolonged confinement in the dark and the strain the bonds put on my muscles. I falter and I feel her halt. She stoops in front me and she detaches the chain from one of the ankle cuffs. This is my chance! I kick with all my remaining powers at her. She screams as she falls over. I am disoriented for a moment about where the door may be, then decide to kick out again at her first to immobilise her for certain. I pose my body to balance myself but in that second she gets to her feet and leashes out at me with the whip. The first blow is not hard but it upsets my thoughts for a second after which they are lost completely in the storm of fierce blows that rains down on me. She yells at me. I cannot protect myself in any manner and the whip rips my flesh that burns with her fury. When she stops my mind is a void that is only filled with pain. When she stops I am grateful for the respite and I meekly accept that she links the chain to the cuff again. But she punishes me by putting me on a shorter leash than before and I can only wriggle behind her but she pulls me forth remorselessly…

*****

I pull down a chain dangling from the shower's ceiling and I connect it to the D-ring on the backside of his collar. He has to stand on his tiptoes now.

I slowly smear Nair all over his body including his head. He has to submit to me and lose that macho pride he has. Taking all his hair will be a great start. When he is properly trained I may allow some of it to grow back.

He must stand there on his tiptoes while the Nair does its work. In the meantime I start playing with his cock. I caress him very slow and soft and I watch him get bigger. At full length it's a nice uncut 9-inch cock, just the cock I was dreaming about. He starts to moan and when my strokes grow faster and harder I can tell he is getting into it. He even starts to buck with his hips. I know when it is time to stop, just at the moment he is about to cum, and I stop. His cock is twitching and bucking in the air as sounds of frustrations come from behind the gag. I laugh, “ You really think I'd let you cum? No way, your cumming days are over for a while. You have to earn that right, if you behave well, maybe you will get to cum, maybe not.” I start stroking again and he moans soft pleadingly sounds into his gag. I bring him almost to orgasm that way a couple of times and his dick is begging for release now.

I start to wash away the Nair with cold water and his hair starts to slide off of his body. Several times the drain clogs with his hair. Once I have rinsed all the hair from his body he is as smooth as a newborn baby. I love it this way. Even his bald head is nice. I let him dry in the air and there are Goosebumps all over his body. He starts to shiver from the cool basement air. His cock is shrivelled back and I tell him to piss while he can. After that I start to stroke him again. And in no time he stands at attention again and I let him go just when he is about to shoot his load. I get aroused at his moaning and I think of him licking me to orgasm.

*****

When she stops she links a chain to the collar that leaves me standing on my toes. She applies a lotion all over my body and head. Eventually, her hands smooth with lotion come to rest on my dick. She strokes me and I get aroused against my wish but I cannot command my body anymore. She kneads my cock harder and faster and I feel my cock pulsating and the movement spreads like wildfire to my groins…

But just before I can ejaculate she stops and she belittles me by saying that I would not be allowed to come until I had deserved that. She starts over and over again but always stopping before I reach my climax. My crotch is on fire and I need to release myself but she dampens my appetite when she hoses me down with cold water. I feel the strands of hair from my head slide down my belly and back. What did she put on me for fucks sake?! I am angry about this new humiliation that leaves me bald and naked…

When she is done, my wet body is exposed to the cold air and I shiver. She grabs my dick and tells me to piss. I try hard and although I do have to pee urgently it takes a while for me to conquer the shame. Again, the bitch start to work on my cock but I know that there will be no satisfaction to be gained from that for me…

*****

I take him to the center of the ‘apartment' and I command him to kneel. He stands there proud and defiant. He is not going to obey my command. “I told you to kneel, you better do this now on your own and submit, because I have other ways to make you kneel”, I tell him with a stern voice. He is really not a wise one; being stubborn this way is getting him in a lot of trouble. “ I will say it once again, kneel down right now”. I sigh, I have to do something about this, and it's going to be a few hard days for him. But I have to break him quick and then build up the way I want him. I pull him down on his knees by his ears. He moans and fights back but I am stronger this time. I push him on his back and decide to do something about his proud behaviour. I take from the shelf a pot of glue and two little blocks with little spikes on them. I take his feet and smear them with the special body epoxy I have. I glue the little blocks, with the spikes towards his feet on to his feet. The glue is a special one; it was made to adhere things to the body for long periods of time. Only an application of an epoxy remover will release the blocks that are now glued to his feet.

I pull him back on to his feet and he now knows what I have just done to him. The blocks won't allow him to stand very long. His feet can't take the severe pain the blocks cause. I keep him standing for a while by gripping his balls tightly. I look at him and he is starting to shift from one foot to the other. His feet start to ache and he makes whinny moaning sounds behind the gag; tears roll down his cheeks. “Okay you may kneel now,” I tell him as I let go of his balls. With a sigh of relief he falls to his knees. “You have to wear these ‘shoes' for a while”, I tell him. I want to see some better results from you before I decide to remove them.

*****

She leads me with my shamefully erected cock to another place where she tells me to kneel. I do not wish to comply to her command this time. She must know that I am still strong and able to withstand her. She orders me to do so several times but I do not waver. When she grabs my ears I regret my decision. I struggle but I have to give in ultimately and kneel on the floor. I know she is upset and that I will pay for it but I do not want to tolerate her domination that easily. She kicks me over so I am on my back, then walks away. When she returns, she put sticky stuff on the soles of my feet and glues some pointy things to them. She grabs the collar and helps me on my feet. A surge of pain springs from my feet. Spikes dig into my flesh and I try everything to get the weight from my feet. Please, let me kneel, I beg, but the gag makes my words unintelligible. The sadistic cunt grabs my balls and has me hanging upright to them. I shift my weight from one foot to the other so to relieve the pain, if only momentarily. I cannot bear this. I moan and start crying. I do not want to succumb to her and I am angry with my own weakness and at that bitch. She lets me kneel now and I comply eagerly. But she tells me that the blocks will stay glued to me for a while to teach me a lesson or two…

*****

“Lets see if you learned anything yet. You have to keep still and don't say a word now”. I release his gag. “Water”, he whispers with a croaking voice and I comply, I give him a sip of water. I wait, and let him recover a bit. But then his stubbornness is coming back. He starts to shout at me one more time. “ Stupid bitch! This is not over yet, when I get my hands on you, you will regret all the things you did to me, I can ......................” I put a ring gag in his mouth this time to make him shut up again. “This time it has to stay in here for at least a month, I tell him. I can feed you trough the ring and you can lick me. Stick out your tongue”, I command. He is surprised by my action and his tongue is out before he realises that he obeyed. I take the tip of his tongue and put a clamp on it. I make it tight, he starts to moan in pain and tries to pull his tongue back through the ring, but because of the clamp he can't get his tongue inside his mouth and it's sticking out through his ring gag. “Yes, you're right, there is no way you can put it back inside your mouth, I want to see that dirty tongue of yours, and its a good exercise for your tongue muscles.

I take his ears and I pull his mouth into my pussy. “I want you to lick me to orgasm now”, I command and he tries but with the clamp on his tongue it won't work. “Then use your nose,” I moan and I start to ride on his nose and pull and push him by his ears. And it feels great. I come in ten seconds and this orgasm is the most intense one I ever had.

I want to go upstairs again because I am still to angry at him and I decide to let him in the center of the room. I pull his balls trough a little cuff and tighten it. Then I take the chain that anchored into the floor and padlock it to the D- ring on the ball cuff. The chain gives him a little space he can lay down or kneel. I show him the bucket to piss or take a crap in. And then I leave him. As I close the door to the hidden ‘apartment' I look back at him and sigh, he is really something and I am going to have a lot of fun training him. Look at him there, his feet with a too small hobble chain and kneeling blocks attached. He has a clamp on his tongue. His head and hands still in the stocks and he can't see anything because of the blindfold. What a beautiful sight. I lock the door with a smile.

*****

On my knees I sit in front of her. I feel her hands at the back of my head and how she undoes the buckle of the gag. When she takes the gag out, I gulp for air. My throat is parched and I beg for water. I am allowed a sip and its coolness revives me. With it, I regain some of my strength and obstinacy. I muster my strength in anger and swear at her, trying to let her see her wrongs. But there is no mercy, no understanding. The ball gag is replaced by a contraption with a ring that keeps my mouth open. I am told to endure this for a month, thus disabling my speech for that period! But I can be fed through it and I can stick out my tongue so I can lick her. Right, I think, believe it yourself. But in an unguarded moment I stick out my tongue when told to and before I realise what I have done, she places a clamp on it. It pierces into the sensitive flesh and my tongue is extended past its normal length. I try to pull it in but the clamp cannot pass the ring and pain and cramp in the base of my tongue raise my agony…

I hear her undo her belt and unzip her pants. I bow my head in despair but she grabs me and pulls me by the ears towards her crotch. She tells me to lick her and I feel and taste the metallic tang of her vagina but the movements of my tongue are restricted by the clamp. I sense her disappointment but she trusts me hard into her crotch. She smothers me and rides against me. She rubs me against my nose and she climaxes in no time. Her anger is unleashed and she shouts abuse at me. Then she lets me go. Although her anger is still palpable, her movements are controlled and efficient. I feel how I am chained by my balls to the floor. She pushes a bucket towards me to pee and shit into. I hope I can find it when I need to because I have little slack to move around, let alone the spiked blocks, and my legs are tied together by the chain. I feel the coarseness of the concrete floor of the cell dig into my knees and the coldness permeate my naked body. I am deeply humiliated without cloths and chained like a dog to the floor without any bedding and with pain spreading through my tongue and from the welts that lacerate my body. I await what she will bring down on me again but relax slightly in the confinement of the cell and blindfold when I hear her sigh and open and close the door. I ease my body onto the floor but knock over the bucket while doing so. I swear as I shall now have to soil the floor and I know that I shall pay for that mistake. Exhausted I close my eyes behind the fold and fall into a restless sleep...

*****

Part 4
Up in the kitchen I made myself something to eat. Sitting down and eating my mind wandered back to Nicolas’s misdeeds. The rage once more built up in me when I thought of what he had done to those women. I want him to pay dearly for what he has done…]
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They fell in love with him so easily. Once he had their trust he would ask them to marry him. Of course they had all said yes, what woman wouldn’t for the perfect guy? They would plan a big engagement party to announce their wedding to the world. She thinks she is going to her engagement party but Nicolas has other plans. As she enters the room that she thinks is her engagement party strong hands take her by surprise. They bind her in a hog-tie on a large oak table. She is crying and scared, and then she sees Nicolas and screams for him to save her. Nicolas comes to her with something in his hands. He forces a penis gag past her jaws and deep into her mouth. She hears him say, “This bitch make too much noise”. She watches through tear filled eyes as he turns and walks away. The man she loves, the man she trusted has betrayed her. She is crushed.
The rest of the nightmare is a blur. Her clothes are cut from her body. She is auctioned off to the highest bidders. Bids for first blowjob and popping the virgin’s cherry are taken with Nicolas as the auctioneer. Then other people paying for her ‘services’ use her the whole nightlong. After the last person has had their way with her, Nicolas releases the woman naked in the streets. He tells them he could never marry a whore like them. He says a virgin would never do the things I saw you do tonight. The women’s lives are shattered in one night. Most can’t live with themselves and take their own life by morning’s light. Those that don’t kill themselves retreat deep into their own minds and are sent to an asylum for the insane.
Nicolas preys upon weak women. He has become rich off of them.
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…Now I have access to that money and I will use it toward training Nicolas and to support abused women. I need to find a way to save the women that lived.

Nicolas is feeling miserable. His body is racked with pain. His muscles are cramped from his very limited movement. His tongue feels like a dried out sponge and the pain from the clamp is driving him insane. How did he get like this? What are her intentions? He has never been this scared in his whole life. At this moment he feels broken like there is no fight left in him. This woman is crazy he must do what she wants. He does not want to suffer like this anymore. Is she ever coming back? She must come back. Nicolas can do nothing but wait for her return. Please return his mind screams. Nicolas drifts off to a safer place in his mind, not really sleep but he is not really conscious either. His mind snaps back to reality when he hears a noise outside the door. She is back he hopes and prays.
*****
Since long the pain had past a stage in which it was intolerable. First the clamp bit into the sensitive flesh of my tongue and its weight tensed my muscle, spreading an acute pain. I am drooling like an idiot but gradually my saliva runs out and my tongue turns leathery. It swells and turns numb while the cramp of my arched and restrained body occupies progressively my mind. I shift myself restlessly to get some relief but I cannot maintain any position for any period of time as another part of my body starts aching. My agony  is nothing more but a discomfort, however, compared to the emotions that rage through my mind; uncertainty, anger and fear what she has done and what she would inflict on me. My ordeal has drained my strength and my head sinks despondently towards the ground. I hear the door being opened. I sense her presence but I am to exhausted and frightened to react…
*****
When I open the door I see him, kneeling and head bowed. “Let’s see if you are willing to obey my commands now”. I walk over to him and take away his blindfold. He has his eyes closed and won’t look at me. “Okay one of the lessons you’ve learned well. Let’s see about that dirty tongue of yours”. I loosen the clamp and let his swollen purple tongue free. He cannot use his tongue; it hangs bloated out of the ring gag. I have a sport bottle in hand and squirt water over his hot angry looking tongue. It feels cool and soothing, he moans softly. He must eat I don’t want him dying of starvation. I have lain in a power drink that supplies him with all the nutrients he needs. Taking a funnel I shove the pointed end into the ring of the gag. The funnel squeezes past his swollen tongue causing great pain to him. Lifting the funnel into an upright position also puts an extra strain on his neck from his collar and stocks. Moaning sounds of pain come out of the funnel as I pour the power drink into the funnel. “Spill any pig and you will suffer”, I threaten. The fluid drains quickly down his throat. He swallows furiously to keep up but near the end he chokes and a small amount of the drink is spilt. “That’s going to cost you”.
I lock his wrists to his collar using a couple of links of chain. I remove the stocks that were holding him. Next the chain anchoring him to the basement floor by his balls is released and he is ‘free’ to move about. “I want you at attention,” I tell Nicolas. “This means you have to stand on your feet and wait until I give the order to kneel again. This is what you have to do every time I come in, when you can’t stand because you are restricted with a chain to the ball-cuff you have to kneel and putt your forehead to the floor”. I pull him on his feet and tell him to stand there at attention. He complies without hesitation with his eyes down not looking at me. He sighs, and shifts from one foot to the other but he stays quiet but in visible pain from the wooden blocks.
I gather items from the shelf I need but I always keep one eye on him. “I know what you did to those women, your ‘fiancées’. You will pay for your past misdeeds, pay very dearly”. His shoulders droop down and his chin hangs to his chest. It looks like he is really ashamed, but I won’t believe it.
*****
I hear her approaching and feel how she removes my blindfold. I do not dare to open my eyes, much to her approval. I am almost grateful when she takes away the clamp. But it brings no relief because I only feel how sore it is when the blood starts circulating again. I try to flex it but it remains limp and it juts prostrately through the ring gag. I am parched. She pours some water on my thirsting tongue and I feel its soothing cold on my sore flesh. I try to beg for more but the only sound I can produce is unintelligible moaning...
With my eyes still closed, I feel her hands next to my face. Before I can squint through my caked eyelids I have a thick rubber tube forced down my throat. In my blurred vision I see a funnel at the end of the tube. She pulls the tube up and this strains my aching back and shoulders. I groan at the inflicted pain. She tells me to swallow all she pours down the tube. I taste the sickening sweet taste of the sports drink that does nothing to lessen my thirst. Yet, I gulp eagerly in obedience to her command but she over feeds me and I nearly choke. I spill some of the liquid and accept passively that I shall be punished for this...
My wrists are chained to the collar before I am released. With my eyes cast down I listen to her instructions. She raises me to have me stand at attention. My knees are weak and I feel miserable of the ache in my tormented limbs and from the pain that springs from the spiked blocks that are glued to my feet. I am struggling to comply to her order but endure the pain in fear that worse might come otherwise. While I am standing there she goes on with her own business, ignoring my predicament. Casually she tells me that she knows about my dealings with the other women. Despite her composure, she seems very upset about this and she tells me that I shall pay for this. I am reminded of the ordeal she has put me through already and despair at the thought of the pain and humiliation she may still heap on me...
*****
I suddenly feel his eyes wandering over me and when I look I see his defiant stern blue eyes looking straight at me. I have a single-tailed whip in my hand and it snakes out at him like lightening. It lands a direct hit right below his right nipple. A small cut trickles blood as a large welt appears. “So soon we forget ore lessons? I expected better behaviour from you. His eyes are down again. He swallows and moans in pain. His tongue is still outside his mouth, he can’t pull him back. It is still too swollen to pull back through the ring. It is an angry blue-red colour now. All this time he is standing on his feet, with the blocks. When I tell him to kneel again, with a sigh of relief he falls to his knees at once. “How does that feel to overcome your pride by kneeling when commanded too”?
*****
But I realise that I have to fight for my survival. I look for a way out and see her shapely but nimble body. To think that I once liked and courted her. That double-dealing bitch! Certainly I shall not be subdued by that cunt! I try to form words and scold her, even plead with her. But I am still speechless and the effort is too much for my exhausted body. I sway and the movement catches her eye. I manage to keep myself standing and look in her direction. Immediately she lashes out at me and I feel the sting of the whip that trails a burning welt across my breast. Tears spring to my eye and I gasp and sigh in pain. She walks over to me and commands me to kneel down. Eagerly I obey her and let all subversive thoughts slip from my mind.
*****
I take his chin and look him in the eyes. “I have something for you”, I tell him and I let him see what I have in my hand. His eyes get big and he swallows again. In my hand I have a double-sided dildo. “See, this side goes into your ring-gag and this side goes into my pussy”, I say with a smile. I shove the shorter end of the dildo through the ring of his gag trapping his engorged tongue once more. He moans from the pain. “Now I want you to fuck me”. I take his ears in my hands and I shove the long thick end of the dildo sticking out of his mouth deep into my waiting wet pussy. I start pulling and pushing his ears moving the dildo in and out fucking my pussy with his dildo filled mouth. When I let go of his ears he tries to take over the pace but it’s too difficult for him so I have to take his ears again. I came three times this way and I felt wonderful, never in my life have I felt this kind of electricity in my body, it’s the thrill of having your own toy doing this for you, I think. I let the dildo stick inside the ring-gag and it’s a nice sight to see this big cock coming out of his mouth.
I pour some cold water in a bowl and take that to his cell. I put it on the floor and then I go back to him and tell him to stand again. He moans softly and looks sad at me. I swing my whip down hard on his ass. A muffled scream comes from him. “Don’t you dare look at me! Next time you will lose your sight for a month! Come on, get on your feet and be quick about it”! I grab an ear again and pull him on his feet. “Lets go to the toilet, I think its time you have to piss or take a crap. I am putting you away for a while and I won’t have this mess in your cell, so now is your chance to do this or else you have to wait until I come back”. I pull on the leash I have attached to his balls. With his feet tightly hobbled it takes time to walk over to the toilet but when we are arrived there he tries to stand before the pot to piss. I stop him just in time, “Oh no you don’t, only a real man can stand to piss and you are not a real man to me. So you have to sit down and do your business”. He tries to do it but nothing comes out. “If you make a mess in your cell you have to clean it with your tongue”, I threaten him. After a while he grunts to let me know he is finished. I let him bow forward and I wipe his ass with a cold cloth.
It’s a long way back to the cell with the tiny steps he takes we will be a long time getting there. I decide he has to adjust to me, and I take longer steps and he has to follow me or his balls will be ripped off.
In his cell I show him the bowl of water I put there, “this is for your swollen tongue to cool down, but first you have to fuck me again”. I put the big dildo back onto my pussy and I urge him to go faster and faster until I shake all over my body and I climax again in a big orgasm. It feels great. I pull the dildo out of his ring gag and then command him to lick the whole thing clean. Then its time to lock him away. I close the cell door with a loud clang and I see he shifts uneasily to the sound. I turn out the lights and a close the “apartment’ door. It’s been a long day; I am tired, in need of a shower and a good night’s sleep.
*****
With one hand she grabs my head and pulls it backwards so that I can see what she is holding in the other. It is a thick black double-sided dildo. I blink at the sight and try to swallow very hard, to no avail. One side of the dildo she thrusts down my throat. It squeezes my swollen tongue against the ring gag which makes me moan in pain. She only laughs and bares her crotch and grabs my ears. She pulls me forward and I see the dildo penetrate her wet pussy. She rides hard against me, the dildo hurting my tongue and the back of my throat. She let me go but I could not keep up the pace and she took control again, nearly tearing my ears from my head. I felt and saw her belly convulse and endured passively her prolonged climax while I was softly crying...
She leaves me there, worn-down and humiliated with the perverse black rod, still glistening from her lust, protruding from my mouth. Its weight tenses my aching neck downwards but, when she puts something on the floor, I look instinctively in her direction. Its weight pulls my head down again immediately and she moves towards me. She must have caught my look for I am punished with the whip without delay, its sting digging in my buttocks.
I am pulled up by my ear and, with a leash attached to my balls; I am drawn towards a corner to relieve myself so that I would not soil my cell. In her wake I struggle towards the toilet. I have to go urgently but I am stopped in my tracks by her; she forces me to sit down as a woman for I am no longer considered to be a man by her. I feel deeply embarrassed but I manage eventually to do my business. When I am ready, I am cleaned by her and dragged back to my place. I can hardly follow her pace but the leash pulls painfully at my balls.
She shows me a bowl of water to cool my tongue but first she fucks herself again with the dildo. I endure this humiliation but I am nearly overcome with nausea as the dildo makes me wretch and the pungent taste and smell of her intimacy fills my mouth and nose. But I manage to hang on just when she stalls and climaxes wildly. She smothers me in her crotch while she is panting and cursing at me under her breath, then she removes the dildo. I try to lick it clean as ordered but I can still hardly control my tongue. It does not make a difference, however, as she rubs it over my tongue. Suddenly, she is all efficient again and I am restrained like before. I accept my bonds meekly and wait until she goes away. I hear the door being closed and startle to it. I do not want to think how long she may leave me like this. Overcome with thirst, sink my hot tongue deep into the cool water that is placed before me until I can move it again, then fall asleep on the cold, hard floor of my cell...
*****

Since the night of his piercings Nicolas has been much more complacent.  His piercings have for the most part healed very well although an infection with his cock piercing required antibiotics.  His cock has healed well since. I feel Nicolas has been good enough since the night of the piercings and has healed enough to bring in a visitor.

My visitor of choice for this meeting is Nicole, who was one of his first victims.  She was not as mentally damaged as most of the women and seems to be the one most recovered. Still I’m afraid of the reactions that she might have upon seeing him.

I sat down with Nicolas and allowed him to speak for the first time in months.  He busted out and cried. In between the mighty sobs he said how sorry he was for how he treated all the women.  He saw the monster that was in him and wants me to treat him like the animal he is.  He was now ready to face all the consequences of his actions.  He desperately wants my forgiveness.

I told him of my plan to bring Nicole for a visit and real fear grew in his eyes.  I told him that soon he would serve all the women he had been cruel to in his past life.  He cried again how it would be too much for him to face them and how he did not want to lose me as his Mistress.  I told him it was not his choice and if he was really remorseful of his past deeds he should beg me to allow him to serve these women.  He bowed his head as acceptance of his fate.

I feel confident in bringing Nicole to see him. On the long ride back to my house I slowly explain to her what I have done and all the training Nicolas has been through.  I tell her how his oral skills are near perfect.  Nicole has a gleam in her eyes.  I go on how he has mastered the art of the pedicure and how he is proficient in washing, drying and ironing all my clothes.  How he is learning to sew and has a real eye for woman’s fashions and designs.  I go in to detail of all the domestic chores he can do and how he has also studied cooking but I have yet to let him in my kitchen.  I tell her about his spare time spent in his cage kneeling in front of the pictures of the women he wronged sobbing.  I tell her how his whole life is now revolved around the woman and how her pleasure is his.  I boast to her how I think he will become the perfect slave.

I look over to Nicole and realize that she is crying.  I pull the car to the side of the road to help her.  “What is wrong Nicole?  Do you want to not see him?  Should I turn around?”  “Oh, no please don’t!  I’m sorry for crying, it is just that I am so happy by what you are telling me.  I can’t believe you have made my dreams come true.  No, I want to see him now more then ever.  I have to see that what you say is true.  Oh, Tara we all owe you a huge thank you for taming this monster.”

As we pull up to the house, I tell Nicole that he is her slave for the day.  She can do anything she wants to do as long as they stay in the ‘apartment’.  I let her know that I will be nearby if it all becomes too much for her or if he should get out of line.  Nicole’s face glowed with pleasure but there was no mercy in her eyes.

I escorted Nicole into the basement and unlocked the ‘apartment’ door.  Standing at attention was Nicolas, his eyes down as he has been trained.  He did not yet know Nicole was with me.  I look at Nicole and see the stunned look on her face.  Even though she was told what Nicholas now looked like she was in shock of actually seeing this specimen.  The monster of her nightmares is no longer the man he was.  His baldhead and piercings made him look pathetic to her.  Then she noticed the well-muscled body and the chastity in place.  Her own nipples turned hard and she got moist between her legs as she thought of all the possibilities before her.

This broke her out of her stunned silence and she started to laugh hysterically at Nicholas.  Then her laughter turned more sinister, evil almost.

Nicolas drew in a sharp breath as Nicole began to laugh.  He knew it was not Tara doing the laughing.  “Show proper respect to our visitor, slave”, Tara announced over Nicole’s laughter.

Nicolas fell quickly to his knees and his forehead to the floor.  He began to shake.  He knew it was one of his past victims.  He worried what she would do to him and wondered if he could be strong enough to face her.  But face her he must, for Tara and for all the wrongs he had done.  He was scared and suddenly felt tiny and lonely.  He did not think he would survive this encounter.

Tara’s hand firmly grasped Nicole on her upper arm.  This action helped calm Nicole and soon she was composed and her laughter had stopped.  “Slave, welcome Nicole.”

‘Nicole’, his mind screamed, ‘oh no not Nicole’.  With fear in his voice, “welcome Mistress Nicole.”

“Mmm, I like that, Mistress Nicole.  It has a nice ring to it.  Tara has told me all about your ordeal pig.  She also says you are mine to do with what I want.  We are going to have a good time today, are we not pig?”

“Yes, Mistress Nicole.”

“At attention slave”, Tara ordered.  Nicolas stood at attention with eyes averted.  He still has not seen Nicole.

Tara began to give Nicole a tour of the ‘apartment’, including the workout room with the huge rocks, Nicolas’ cage, the shower area and the containment wall, her throne and bed.  She showed her the many implements of pain she has at her disposal as well as implements of pleasure, hers of course not the pig’s.  Along the way Tara had picked up a crop and was using it as a pointer during the tour.  The tour ended back in front of Nicolas.  “A nice place you got here Nicolas, too nice for a pig like you”, Nicole spit out like venom.

Tara had Nicole focus her attention back on the tour by slapping Nicolas on the chest with her crop right on a nipple.  Nicolas hissed in pain as the slap caught him by surprise. 

Tara started the tour of Nicolas.  She used the crop to point at Nicolas’s baldhead.  “You remember his thick full hair, right?  Well it was a source of pride for him.  So one of the first things I did was shave it all off as well as the rest of his body hair.  When he is good, I let the hair on his head grow.  I don’t like body hair so that he must keep removed.  We recently had an incident and one of his punishments was to shave his head.  A shame really since I love to grab a handful of that hair and pull his face deeper into me as he is pleasuring my.”  Nicole blushed a little and both women giggled.

“You must never forget this slave is nothing but an animal and to remind him and others, I have put this bull ring through his nose.”  Tara moved the ring up and down with the crop.  “If he gives you any trouble, you just need to slip your finger through the ring and pull.  Where ever the finger goes his body will follow.  It makes him very docile very quickly.”  Tara slipped her pinkie through the ring and gave a tug.  Nicolas’s head jerked downward. “See?  Easy.”

“Out with your tongue slave.  See here I have placed three studs through his tongue.  This makes the orgasm ten times better for me.  Mine, ours, not his.”  Both women breakout laughing at Tara’s comments.

Tara’s crop moves to Nicolas’s thick leather collar.  “I keep his collar very tight as a constant reminder to him that his old life is gone and that he only exists to please us.”

Tara focuses Nicole’s attention on to Nicolas’ nipples next.  “You see that I have pierced each nipple with a little ring.  Now, see the shield around the nipple?  It has small teeth in it.  If I put any weight on the rings that pulls on the nipple the teeth prevent the nipples from going back to normal size.  I am stretching his nipple.  A nice long nipple creates many fun possibilities don’t you think?”  Nicole smiled an evil smile as many a possibility passed through her thoughts. 

Tara’s crop slapped hard at Nicolas’s cock.  “This is the KTB, one of many chastity devices I use on him.  This device is a hard plastic tube with rows and rows of tiny sharp spikes that encase his flaccid cock.  Now imagine what happens to poor Nicholas as he has an erection with the KTB on.”  “Oh my”, Nicole exclaimed, “that sure is one evil toy.”  Cupping Nicolas’ face with her soft warm hand, she stroked it sensually as she said, “do I still turn you on pig?”  Then she quickly slapped his face hard and laughed.

“Chastity, is the key to his training”, Tara continued, bringing Nicole focus back to the tour.  “He has not cum since he has become my property.  Maybe one day, when he has proven himself but not before.  He has not even touched his penis since the day of his capture.  These devices allow me to have his hands free when I am not around and I know there is no way for him to pleasure himself.  The only time he is free of his chastity is when I have his arms tightly bound so there is no way for him to touch himself.  An unexpected bonus I found out was when he is free of his chastity he is almost always aroused and erect.  This of course just means more fun for us.”

Tara’s crop pointed to Nicolas’ balls.  “This is a brand new ball cuff, I have gone through several during his training.  This new cuff can deliver electric shocks to him.  As you can see there is a heavy chain attached.  This chain restricts his movements through out the apartment.  As you can see the chain is long enough to allow him to kneel at the foot of the bed but too short to allow him on the bed.  It is also too short for him to reach the toilet and shower area.  I have the chain set to release at random every 12 hours.  He can stay released from the chain for an hour which gives him time to clean himself, use the toilet and do his chores, like stripping the bed, washing the sheets and making the bed with fresh sheets.  After the hour is up the collar starts to shock his balls and he must lock himself to the chain to stop the shocks.  The longer the chain is off the stronger the shocks until they get so strong that he passes out from the pain.  Of course when I am her the random release is turned off.”

Nicole’s mind is trying to take in all that Tara has done.  How she has taken this once powerful man and turned him into a bondage sex slave.  Her eyes roam over the well-sculpted muscled body Tara has created from what used to be Nicolas.  It is hard to imagine this creature before her is the same monster that has haunted her nightmares the last couple years.  Nicole’s thighs are slick with juices of her excitement just thinking about the various pleasure this animal can give her, the pleasures Tara has promised her he can perform.

   Tara’s voice bought her back from her fantasies; “It is time to leave you two alone.  Nicole, I will be right up stairs.  Don’t forget if you get into any trouble you can hit one of the secret panic buttons I told you about and I will be down in a flash.”  Tara grabs Nicolas by the nose ring and yanks his head down hard, “Do not let me down.  Remember your training and if you do not please me or Nicole you will regret it!”  With that she releases the ring, turns and leaves the room, securing the door behind her.

Nicole and Nicolas are alone.  She stares at him menacingly, he submissively looking at her booted feet.  There is nothing but the sound of breathing in the room.

She has no idea where to begin.  She has never controlled a man before.  What does she do first?  There are so many things to do but how to start.

Nicolas is worried about what ordeal is ahead of him.  What tortures does Nicole have in mind?  A shadow of a though passes through his mind, ‘I can easily overpower her right now’.  He begins to shake, no, no bad thoughts.  Mistress Tara will surely know he was thinking bad thoughts.  Then he thought, ‘maybe Nicole will go easy on me if I just tell her how sorry I am for how I had treated her.’

He stammers, “Nicole, I am so sorry for everything I did.  Please let me…” Nicole’s hand shot out blindingly fast and punched him in the face.

“Shut the fuck up!  I don’t ever want to hear your voice again!  If you try to say any more of your lies, I’ll gag you and you’ll really be sorry then!  And, I am not Nicole to you anymore; I am Mistress from now on!  Got that slave?”

Nicolas can not stop himself, “but please let me…”, he starts while dropping to a knee with tears rolling down his cheeks.  “Please Nicole…”

Smack!  Nicole punches him right in the face and blood streams from Nicolas’ upper lip and nose.  The ring gag is already in her other hand.  “Open up shit head!  Are you too fucking stupid to follow one simple order!”?

Nicolas is looking up a Nicole through his tear-blurred eyes.  He can taste the copper tinge of his own blood at the back of his throat.  He cannot believe this was the first of many women he manipulated and used.  This was not that meek and innocent Nicole he debased for his own pleasure.  This woman is strong and he begins to fear for his life.  He remembers very clearly what he had done to her thanks to Tara’s training.  How could he have even thought this woman before him would ever show him a hint of mercy?  He saw in her eyes that she could kill him and not feel bad about it.

Nicole yanks his nose ring roughly up in the air and shoves the gag into his now opened mouth.  She pulls on the leather straps and tightens the gag into place.  She begins to pace around his kneeling and shaking form.  Nicolas could not see it but she was shaking too.  The anger that ran hot through her blood scared her.  She never ever felt anger in her like she does at this moment.  It was anger that drove her fist into his face and it was anger that made it feel so damn good to do it.  What a rush it was when she saw him start to bleed from the blow of her fist.  ‘Damn, did that feel good!’ She needed to calm herself or she would do some serious damage to him right now.

She grabbed his nose ring and pulled him over to the foot of the bed.  She lay back on the bed and pulled down her panties then pulled the ring in between her waiting thighs.  “Get to work and show me how you can pleasure me, slave!”

The gag and his tongue piercings not fitting well through the o-ring restricted Nicolas’ movements.  He knew he was not doing a good job and he feared what would happen if he failed her.

“You are not good at this at all! Are you?!”  She kicked him away in anger.  Nicole got up off the bed and went the shelf with the double-sided dildo.  She bought it back to the bed and roughly shoved the short fat end through Nicolas’ o-ring gagged mouth.  Once the dildo is in place she grabs the back of his head and pulls the dildo into her.  “Now start fucking me and you better do it well or there will be hell to pay!”

This time he does the job well and wave after orgasmic wave hits Nicole.  She kicks him away when she wants him to stop then lies there feeling very relaxed in her orgasm’s afterglow.  “Oww, that was a good one”, she finally states.  She pulls the dildo from his mouth and has him clean it with his tongue.  She feels much calmer now.

She grabbed him by the nose ring and started to pull him over to his cage.  Nicolas had no choice but to follow her on his knees.  It was then that she really looked at the pictures Tara had hung on the wall for Nicolas to remember the evil that he had done.  What caught her eye first was a picture of her but that woman was a different woman then the Nicole that stands before the wall.  That woman was innocent and naive.  That woman was crushed and left for dead by the monster that now grovels at her feet.  The anger is back in her and coursing through her veins.  She forces her eyes from her picture and the trail along the wall from picture to picture looking at all the innocent and naive women whose lives he had ruined. 

Nicole still has her finger looped through the nose ring.  Her knuckle whitens as she tightens the grip around the ring.  Her arm pulls his head up so that there eyes meet. 

Tears cloud Nicolas’ vision cause by the pain of the hard pull from Nicole.  It felt like she had ripped the ring from his nose.  Suddenly his vision went dark on one side of his head as Nicole slapped him hard with an opened hand but his head did not move due to her grip on the ring.

“How does it feel to see these pictures everyday?!  All these poor women.  Looking at them excites you doesn’t it?!  Sure that’s why Tara keeps you chaste!  You would jerk off to these pictures everyday.  Wouldn’t you, you fucking pig?!” 

She slapped him hard in the face again leaving the imprint of her hand on his reddened face.  “God damn you for what you have done!”  She slapped him a third time.

Nicolas was trying to shake his head no but the grip on his nose ring would not allow him to.  He wanted to tell her how sorry he was but was afraid any sound he uttered would cause him more pain.  The side of his face felt like she was holding a blowtorch to it.

“I loved you so much back then and I thought your were in love with me.  How could you have allowed man after man to rape me over and over?  How?  And you tell everyone that I wanted it and that you were glad you found out I was such a slut before you married me.  Do you know how many times I tried to kill myself?  Sometimes I think the ones that succeeded in killing themselves were the lucky ones.  I still cannot escape the nightmare images of that night.  Do you think I will ever be able to love again?  No, I’ll never feel love for a man ever again thanks to you!  I am glad to be here now so that you can finally feel my anger!”

That last statement sent a chill down his back.  ‘This crazy bitch is going to kill me’, he thought.  Fear caused him to rise from his knees and stand.  He needed to protect himself from her.  He had to hurt her.  Stop her before she kills me.  ‘I’m bigger and stronger then ever.  She will be no match for me’.

His sudden movements caused her to let go of the nose ring.  She however was very prepared for his feeble attempt of an attack.  As he swung around to hit her with his body she lowered her shoulder and pistoned into his stomach.  Then her legs lifted his body slightly in the air and drove it into the concrete floor.

All his air left him as he hit the ground.  He could do nothing as she quickly rolled his body over and chained his wrists behind his back.  She started raining her fist down on him.

“I am not that weak woman you once knew!  You killed her and now you will suffer greatly for that crime and the others you committed!”

She grabbed him by the nose ring and dragged his ass into his cage.  She slammed and locked the door.  Then leaned against the wall and tried to catch her breath.  ‘What to do next?’  Then a smile grew on her face; she knew what was next and she looked around the room for the key to the KTB.  When she could not find it she went to see Tara leaving the animal battered and sobbing in his cage.