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#        I was feeling a little melancholy. I had been pretty busy since moving from my small town in down state Indiana to the north suburbs of Chicago. I hadn’t had a lot of time to get lonely but tonight was different, it was my 31rst. birthday and I had no one to celebrate with. Everyone I knew, including my ex-wife of 3 years, was back in Indiana. I decided to drown my sorrows in a couple of cold beers and left for a little dive I’ve seen a few miles from my house.

       I had been there about an hour and had decided to finish by 2nd. beer and go home when a beautiful, sophisticated woman sat next to me at the bar.

       “You look a little down,” she said, “drinking your cares away?” She wasn’t what you would call gorgeous but she was elegant looking. She had a small frame, in fact, her body didn’t really fit her face. I guess her to be about 22 or 23 years old.

       “No, not really,” I said, “I actually moved here about a year ago but I’ve been busy and haven’t had time to make many friends. Today’s my birthday and I just don’t have anyone to celebrate it with.”

       “Well buy me a drink and I’ll toast to your birthday.”

       “Bartender, would you give the lady what ever she wants, please.”

       “Make it glass of white wine, please.” She looked at me and smiled. “Thank you.” The bartender brought a glass of white wine and set it in front of her.

       “I’m sorry ma’am, before I can give this to you I need to see an ID.” She smiled.

       “Well thank you,” she said, still smiling, “I don’t usually get carded any more, I was getting worried.” She pulled her wallet from her purse and showed her ID to the bartender. He nodded his head in approval and walked to the other end of the bar. She picked up the glass of wine and held it up in a mock toast in my direction.

       “To reaching 31 and still keeping out of jail,” she said with a smile. I thought it was cute. I had no idea that toast would be very significant in any week. “So, what do you do for living,” she said as she lifted the glass to her lips.

       “I’m an artist.”

       “Wow, a starving artist.” That was really not the case, I made good money and I wasn’t going to let this elegant woman think she made more money than me.

       “Well, I’m not exactly starving,” I said, I teach art at the university.

       “Ah, a wannabe artist.” I knew she was referring to the old adage, “those who can do, those who can’t teach”. That’s insulting to any teacher.

       “No,” I said rather indignant, “I made a living with my art long before teaching. Actually the teaching part is why I moved here. The university made me such a lucrative offer I couldn’t pass it up. I still paint thought. I’ve been working in watercolors for many years. All year long, while teaching during the day, I paint at night. By the end of the school year I have so much work framed up and ready to sell, I spend my summer going to the various art shows around the country. I did pretty good this last summer, I cleared over $100 grand.” She seemed to sit up a little straighter after I told her that. “I also do some assignment work for a couple of magazine publications and have several galleries around that sell prints from my work. All toll, with what the university pays me, I grossed a little over four hundred thousand last year.” I knew a caught her attention with that.  She seemed genuinely impressed.

       We talked some more. She told me her name was Jean Anderson. She was on her way to a new job in  L.A. from back east but stopped along the way to visit some college friends.  She had a motel room just up the road and, before I knew it, I was in my car following her back to the motel.

       Once inside her room it was like a scene from an adult movie. She didn’t like the lights on but, instead, lit several candles in the room. I hated that, I was hoping to get a much better look of her naked body.

       “Have you ever done anything kinky in the bedroom,” she asked with a sly little grin.

       “Kinky, like what”

       “I like to be tied up,” she said. “I like to have my hands and feet tied to the bed then get fucked....hard.”

       This was the first time I heard any rough language come out of her mouth all night. “Well,” I said, “to tell you the truth I’ve never done anything like that but I certainly have had some fantasies along those lines. I don’t have any rope though.”

       She smiled as she started walking to the little table beside the bed. “This is your lucky day,” she said. She opened a drawer and pulled out 4 lengths of rope. “You think you’re up to this,” she said. I just smiled. My mind was starting to spin with all kind of fantasies. “I want you to tie me up spread eagle with each hand tied to the headboard and my ankles tied to the corners of the bed. This I want you to give it to me hard, the harder the better.” She started to remove her clothes. I took the cue and started getting undressed myself.

       The next couple of hours were unbelievable. She kept yelling harder, harder. My cock was almost raw by the time I was done. I had never cum so hard or so many times. It was incredible. At the end of the evening I got dressed and left for home. I tied to get some sleep but she was all I could think of. She was the most exciting woman I had ever met.

       The next day I took my first free period and called the motel but found she had already checked out. Damn! I’ll never see her again. Now I was really depressed. The rest of the week went with out incident. I tried to paint after school to try and get my mind off of her but my mind kept going back to that night.

       It was late Friday afternoon, the entire week had passed and I was determined to use the week-end to paint. I got home, kicked of my shoes, and thought I would relax in my favorite easy chair for a few minutes before fixing myself something to eat. I had no other plans except to start preparing some watercolor paper so I can start painting first thing tomorrow.  Just as I got comfortable the door bell rang. I opened the door to find a young lady standing on the porch with a large manila envelope in her hand.

       “Can I help you,” I said.

       “Mr. Janis?”

       “Yes.”

       “My name is Bridget Sir, I have some important papers for you to look at, may I come in.” Now I’m not in the habit of letting young girls into my house. She looked like she was about 14 or 15. She had black hair and dressed a little Goth. She looked slightly familiar but I couldn’t quite place her.  She looked harmless enough though. “Sure,” I said, “come on in.”

She stepped inside and I closed the door. “Come on in,” I said again as I turned and walked into the living room. “Have a seat.” I gestured to a chair.

       “Thank You,” she said while sitting.

       “Can I get you something to drink?”

       “No thanks,” she said, “I just had a can of pop at the police station.”

       “Police station,” I said with surprise, “What is this about anyway?” She handed me the envelope.

       “Mr. Janis, if you look inside here I think you’ll understand.” I opened the envelope and removed the papers inside. “What’s this, “ I asked, “it looks like a police report?”

       “It is Mr. Janis, it’s a police report from my rape.”

       “Rape! I’m sorry.”

       “Not nearly as sorry as you’re going to be. Go ahead, read it. It explains how this guy drove up to me on the street pretending to ask a question. When got closer to the car he grabbed me and pulled me in. He told me if I tried to run he’d kill me. I’m not sure where he took me but he tied my hands and feet to the bed. You can see the photos of marks the rope left on my wrists and ankles. Then he tore my clothes off of me and raped me. There’s some pictures of my torn clothes. Luckily he ejaculated inside of me so they have his DNA.”

       “I’m very sorry Miss but what does this have to do with me?” She smiled slightly.

       “Take a look at the kind of car the guy had,” she said. I look around for the make of car on the report.

       “A Jaguar,” I said out loud. That’s the kind of car I have I thought. I looked and saw she had 3 numbers from the license plate. They also matched mine.

       “What the heck’s going on here,” I asked. I was starting to get nervous.

       “Not only is it your car that I described, but it’s your DNA.”  Now I was really shocked and I guess I didn’t hide it very well. She chucked to herself.

       “That’s not possible,” I said now starting to sweat.

       “Let me ask you a question,” she said, “are you a starving artist or a wannabe?” It suddenly hit me, the girl from the bar, but that’s impossible. She was 22 or 23 yrs. old, this girl is only about 15. Could it be her younger sister. My head was spinning around a million miles an hour. Why would someone want to frame him for rape. This whole thing can’t be happening.

       “You can’t be her, she was much older than you.”

       “Really, you want me to show you the bruises you made fucking me, they’re still there.  As for the age, hell, a fake ID cost a hundred bucks and you can get them all over. I’m really only 15 years old and that’s statutory rape anywhere. You could go to prison for a very, very long time.  It’s easy.  You can’t believe this is happening can you?  Let me assure you, it is. And now I guess I’ll call the cops and tell them I saw your car again and give them the rest of the license number.”

       “Wait, please,” I said with panic in my voice, “what do you want, why would you do this to me?” There was that sly smile again. She sat back comfortably against the back of the chair.

       “Well now, it sounds like you finally are starting to realize the predicament you’re in. So here it is, you will do everything I say without exception. From here on in I own you....completely. You will become, literally,  my slave or you will go to jail, the choice is yours.”  All I could do was think about that night, how great it was, and how it may ruin the rest of my life.

“Why all the hesitation honey, as I see it, you have no choice.” Try as I did to quickly think of a way out of this, I couldn’t. I knew she had me and there was nothing I could do about it, at least not for right now.

       “OK,” I said extremely reluctantly, “what do you want me to do.” A big smile came over her face.

       “First, unless I tell you differently, you will address me as Mistress Bridget.” I couldn’t believe I had to call such a young girl mistress. This was obscene. I had fantasized sometimes about this kind of relationship but I was always the one with the power, I was always the dominant one. I never thought as myself as the least bit submissive. “Just to clear up any ideas you might have to the contrary, again, I own you. You are now my property. I will do what I want, when I want, because I want and you will simply say yes Mistress. Is that perfectly clear?”

My mouth was dry as a bone and I was starting to shake from nerves. I knew I had to say it but I could barely get the words out.

       “Yes Mistress.”

       “Good. See we’re making progress already. Now stand up and strip naked. immediately,” she said with a new found voice of authority. My legs were weak but I managed to stand up. Damn, this seemed unbelievably wrong undressing in front of this young girl. Yes, I knew she had already seen me naked in the motel but that was when I thought she was in her twenties. I have never, in my life, felt so ashamed, nor had I ever felt so helpless.

Chapter 2.

       I started to unbutton my shirt. “Quickly,” she said, “I want you naked, now.” I hurried and got my shirt off. Next I unbuckled my belt, pulled my zipper down and started pulling down my pants. From there I immediately pulled my jockey shorts down. When I did by cock came flying out and bobbed in the air. I was hard as a rock. A drop of pre-cum hung on the tip.  My mind had been in such turmoil I hadn’t even realized I was hard. This was even more embarrassing than standing naked in front of a 15 yr. old girl. Gad, how could I be hard! What’s wrong with me, am I honestly getting off on this? Bridget broke out laughing when she saw my hard cock. “Come on,” she said, “hurry up and finish getting those things off.” I stepped out of both my pants and shorts at the same time. The only thing left were my socks. I reached over as I pulled each foot up and removed my socks. There I was, standing naked, helpless. I never felt so vulnerable. “Down on your hands and knees,” she said pointing down at the floor. I did as I was told. “Now crawl,” again pointing to a spot on the floor in front of her. I could feel my hard cock bounce up and down as I crawled. I was mortified. Bridget leaned forward and slapped my face hard. I could feel the warmth as the blood returned to my cheek. “If you have any doubts that I own you, you will forget them shortly.” She stood up and hovered over me. “I’ll be right back, do not move a muscle.” With that she walked over to the front door and opened it. She reached around the corner a picked up a bag that she evidently left there before coming.  She reached in and brought a pair of handcuffs out. “Put your hands behind your back and put these on,” she said throwing them on the floor in front of me.

       Now I was really nervous putting these on. Having both hands immobilized behind my back and allowing this young girl the upper hand physically was giving me all kinds of images. The problem was I had no choice. I straightened myself up a little and reached around behind me to fasten the cuffs. Bridget smiled and said, “Now turn around and face me.” I did as I was told. She reached into the bag again and, this time, pulled out a digital camera.  Before I realized what has happening she clicked off several pictures of me, naked, on my knees, stiff cock and all.

       “Please, why are you doing this to me,” I begged to know. Bridget suddenly looked angry. She walked up in front of me and slapped me again, this time much harder than before.  I lost my balance and felt back onto my feet.

       “You stupid, fuckin slave. I guess I’m going to have to go over some of the basic rules with you since you’re too stupid to know any better. First, you never, never, never speak unless I ask you a direct question that demands an answer. If the question can be answered with a, “yes Mistress, “ or “No Mistress,” that is the way you will answer. Is that clear shithead?”

       “Yes Mistress,” was my retort.

       “Good! Right now that’s the only rule you have to worry about. Oh, don’t worry, there will be many more rules and you will comply with them to the letter or you will be severely. Do you understand slave?”

       “Yes Mistress.”

       “See, you’ve already memorized the first rule. So far so good.” Bridget walked up and stood in front of me again. “Close your eyes,” she demanded. I could hear her pull down the zipper of her pants.  “Stick out your tongue and start licking, no peeking. If you open your eyes I’ll whip the shit out of you.” I could smell her. I knew she was standing only inches from my face. She may have been 15 but she smelled like a woman. I stuck out my tongue and felt her pubic hair. She grabbed the back of my head pulled it into her pussy. “Start licking ass hole.”

I started to lick. I could feel her moist warmth. I was wishing I could open my eyes but didn’t dare. I could feel my own cock straining not I’ve never felt it before. I was so hard it hurt. I kept licking and could feel her getting wetter. I searched for clit. I could tell by her moan I had found it. I could feel her start to tense and new she was about to explode. I started licking faster. Suddenly she pulled my head into her tighter. I couldn’t breath. Her body was totally rigid and I could feel her gushing her love juice. It was shooting into my mouth and over my lips. All I could do was swallow what I could.

       Her body finally started to relax and I gasped for a breath. That seemed to amuse her. She pulled my head away from her body. I wanted to open my eyes and see her wonder, little pussy again, I hadn’t seen it since that night and she had it so dark I didn’t really get a good look at it.

Oh, it just struck me. That’s why she had it so dark, so I wouldn’t suspect she wasn’t as old as I thought she was. Dummy me, I should have suspected something then.

       “Oh,” she said, “I’m going to like having you as my slave.” I heard her pulling her zipper back up. When she was all dressed she order me to open my eyes again.

       “OK, we have a lot to do,” she said, “put your clothes back on, everything except your shorts of course,” she smiled that evil little smile again, “you’re never going to wear those again.” I put my shirt on then pulled my pants back up. I was not used wearing pants without shorts under them, it was strange to feel the fabric of the trousers on my ass. My cock was still stiff as a board and also rubbed against the fabric. It was also very easy to see my hard-on from the outside. I sat down and put my shoes and socks back on. “Who gave you permission to sit down,” I heard her say.

       “I’m sorry, I just thought it was OK in order to put my socks and shoes on.”

       “I’m sorry What!”

       “Oh, I’m sorry Mistress.” She had a very stern look on her face. It actually scared me.

       “Let me make this perfectly clear,” there was that commanding voice again, “you don’t do anything without my permission, hear me, NOT ANYTHING!”

       “I’m sorry Mistress,” I said bowing my head.

       “Give me the keys to your Jaguar, I’ll drive.”  With those words I actually forgot my predicament. No one drives my Jaguar but me I thought. I totally forgot my place and raised my voice.

       “You’ll drive? Do you even have a driver’s lic...” Before I could finish my sentence this little 15 year old girl turned around swinging her right hand and, with a resounding “Whack”,  connected right on the left side of my face. It took me so by surprise it actually knocked me off my feet and I found myself on the floor looking up at her.

       “DON’T YOU EVERY TALK TO ME IN THAT TONE AGAIN OR YOU’LL BE IN JAIL INSIDE OF AN HOUR AND I MEAN IT.” She almost looked like a wild person. “Yes, I have a driver’s license and, from now on, that Jaguar is mine. I’ll drop you off at work every day and take the car for myself. Now, get the fuck off the floor and get your ass out there while I’m still in a good mood and let you wear clothes.”

       My cheek was burning from the power of her slap. I obediently followed her demands. I really hated the fact that she was going to drive my Jag but I was in no shape to complain right now. I handed her the keys. “Give me your wallet too.” I reached into my pocket and handed her my wallet with no hesitation this time and followed her out the door to the car. As I got into the passenger’s side of the car I was fighting back tears. I hadn’t cried since I was a kid, I wasn’t about to let this teenager see me cry. Bridget started the car and took off. I had no idea where we were going. She must have sensed curiosity.

       “First we’re going to my place. I packed most of my things yesterday but there is still a few things to pack, you can do that.” She turned and saw the surprise in my face. “Yeah, I’m moving in tonight. It wouldn’t be a lot of fun for me to own a slave if I didn’t control him 24 hrs. a day. I already told my mom I was out. She tired to act like she was sorry but I know, inwardly, she was relieved. My dad left us years ago when I was just a little girl. Mom’s been blaming me for it ever since. She likes to go out, get drunk, and bring home a different guy every night. Now she can bring home as many guys as she wants and not feel guilty that her “little girl” is in the next room.” I was just starting to feel sorry for her when we pulled up in front of a small shack.

“OK slave, we’re here.” I followed her inside. She ordered me to finish packing her things and load the suitcases in the trunk and we were back on the road.

       We drove a few miles and pulled into a pet shop. I wondered what we were doing here, did she have a pet? As instructed I walked in behind her. There was a little cute behind the counter. The rest of the store was pretty busy with people, some with pets, milled around. “We need to find you a new bed,” she said walking over to some dog cages.

       “You don’t expect me to sleep....,” SMACK!  Once again she slapped me in the face, not as hard as she did before but still, very hard. I was mortified, we were in public.

       “You know better than to speak without permission,” she said. Her voice was loud enough for everyone in the store to hear. People turned to look, some of them were totally shocked, some chuckled and laughed. “I was going to buy you the large one so you had some room but you don’t deserve that so I’m buying you the smaller one. Tonight, when you’re sleeping in your cage and have no room to move around you’ll have only yourself to blame. Now, take that one in the box and wait for me at the counter, I’m going to get you some dog bowls and a leash.” Now everyone was looking and laughing. I was beet red and never so ashamed in my life. This was getting way out of hand but I had no idea how to get out of it.  I picked up the box containing the medium sized dog cage and walked it up to front counter. Even the cute check out girl must have heard Bridget, she was grinning as well. In a couple minutes my young mistress walked up with a pair of plastic dog bowls and a leather leash. “Here,” she said laying the items on the counter. The check out girl started scanning the items.

       Just then Bridget saw a display of personalized dog tags. “Can you put anything you want of these dog tags,” she asked.

       The counter girl answered back. “Yeah, we have a little machine in the back room. You just tell us what you want up to 12 letters and we stamp them right  into the tag.”

       “Now that’s neat,” said Bridget. She looked through the selection of tags and picked out two in the shape of a heart and one in the shape of a dog bone.  “I’ll take these three,” she said while handing them to the cashier.

       “What name would you like on them,” she asked.

       “No name,” said Bridget, “just put, “slave” on all three. A big grin came over the girls face. I could have crawled into a cave. The young cashier walked back to the back room. A few minutes later she returned with the three dog tags with “slave” embossed into the metal.

       “What about a collar.” The young girl directed her question toward Bridget. “Aren’t you going to need a collar for him,” she was smiling and letting us know she knew exactly what these things were for.

       Bridge looked at her and smiled. “No thanks,” she said, “I want a collar that can be locked on, you don’t have any like that.” Both girls grinned. Bridget took my wallet from her pocket and laid one of my credit cards on the counter. The young, nice looking, cashier scanned the card and I was told to sign it.

       Finally we were out of there. I put the cage and other things in the back seat and we headed back to my house. I’d been fighting it all night but I just couldn’t hold back any longer. Maybe it was the humiliation in the store, maybe the memory of her knocking me down in my own home, or maybe the total frustration with the whole situation, what ever it was, I couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. I started sobbing. I couldn’t help myself and, at the same time, hated myself for being so weak.

       “Oh, is the little baby crying,” she said mockingly, “maybe we’ll have to get the baby some diapers and bottle, huh. What do you say, should we go to the baby store tomorrow and get baby some diapers?” I just started crying harder.

       A few minutes  later we pulled up to my house. Bridget hit the button on the garage opener and pulled the car inside. I waited until I was told I could get out. Again, in a very demanding tone, Bridget spoke, “Get out of the car.” I did as I was told and stood waiting for my next command. I could feel my cock getting hard again. I was hoping she wouldn’t see. It was so embarrassing to let her see that she was having a sexual effect on me. Even more, I was totally ashamed of myself and wondered what was wrong with me. I was not like this. “Do you remember the first rule of slavery,” she asked?

       “Yes Mistress,” I replied.

       “And that is.....”

       “Never speak unless asked a specific question Mistress.”

       “Congratulations, that’s correct. Now I’m going to give you another basic rule. You are never, ever allowed in the house with clothes, unless I say different of course.” How was I going to do that I thought.  Where am I supposed to get dressed for work? What if people come over to the house, where am I supposed to hide? My brain was spinning again. “When you need to wear clothes for work I will put them out in the garage for you. You will get dressed out her. When you come home,  you will get undressed out here before entering the house. Now, get those clothes off and bring everything into the house.” Damn, I thought, I’m getting deeper and deeper in this hole. I removed my shirt, shoes, socks, and last, my pants. When I pulled them down my hard cock sprang free bobbing around mindlessly. Bridget laughed with a big smile. “Is my little slave horny, huh!” I didn’t respond, just looked down in shame,. “Hey, stupid, that was a question, I expect an answer.”

       “Ye,...Yes Mistress,” I stammered. I couldn’t, very well say no. My body would contradicting me.

       “Too bad,” she said with and evil laugh, “I’m not in the mood to let you do anything about it.” With that she turned and walked up the stairs into the house. I grabbed Bridget’s suitcases and walked, naked, into the house. I set them on the floor just inside the door and walked back out to get the cage and the bag from the pet shop.

CHAPTER THREE

       I walked back into the house carrying the rest of the packages and set them down next to the suitcases. I felt unbelievably embarrassed standing naked before a 15 yr. old girl in my own house. “So, how big is this house?” asked Bridget with a little grin on her face.

       “It’s four bedrooms Mistress Bridget,” I answered obediently.  I was thoroughly proud of that house. It wasn’t as nice as some of the homes in that neighborhood but it was nicer than anything I ever lived in, in Indiana. The university gave me a list of several properties when I moved here and, because of my position as a professor with them, I could get a beautiful home for 20% under market value.  My deposit was almost half of the purchase price and the payments were very manageable with my income. It was surrounded by two acres of wooded land and sat back from the road by a couple of city blocks. The house itself was a two story Victorian style with a full basement. Up stairs were two, nice sized, bedrooms and a full bath. Originally there were three but I turned the third bedroom into my studio. It had a small balcony on the north end with two large glass doors leading to it. During the day the room was washed in beautiful sunlight from those doors. I loved that room. Down stairs were two more bedrooms, one of which was my master bedroom. It was furnished with a large, king sized bed and two large matching dressers. I had a large walk in closet with everything nicely organized. The living room was also large. The kitchen was not that large but it was nicely equipped with all stainless steel appliances.  The basement wasn’t much. I never really hadn’t much use for it but it came with the house. I did have the washer and dryer down there. The furnace was, of course, down there. I also had a small work area with a nice bench and several power tools. There was also a small, stand up shower down there but I never used it. I had a beautiful full bathroom off the master bedroom that all the comforts of home.

       Bridget was looking around. “Get down on your knees and wait here while I have a look around,” she said. I did as I was told. Bridget started going through the house one room at a time. Every once in a while I’d hear her say, “Nice, very nice.” from one of the rooms.  My knees were starting to kill me. I tried moving a little to take some of the weight off but I didn’t want to move too much for fear of more retribution.

       Finally I saw Bridget heading in my direction. “Pick up those suitcases and follow me,” she said while turning and walking toward the master bedroom.  For a minute I had fantasies of our sleeping together in my large bed. Then I remembered what she said in the pet shop about me sleeping in the cage. Certainly she wasn’t serious thought. “OK,” she said pointing to the floor, “put those down and start emptying everything out of the closet and out of all the drawers.” Once again my mind started spinning. What am I supposed to do with all my clothes I thought. Do I dare break the rule and ask her. I’d better not. I better do what she says. Reluctantly I started pulling all my clothes from the closet and laying them on the bed. As I was doing that Bridget started making two piles, one on the bed and one on the floor. I was disturbed at the way she was throwing some of my best clothes in a pile with no concern. Soon the closet was empty. There was a small pile of clothes on the bed but most of my clothes lay in a heap on the floor. “Well, don’t just stand there, start clearing out all the drawers….NOW,” she had a stern look on her face. I did as I was told and started with the drawer holding all of my socks and underwear. As I tossed them on the bed Bridget took the socks and threw them in the direction of my clothes on the bed. She took every pair of underwear and tossed them on the floor with my other clothes. Next came some casual slacks, some folded shirts, and some sweaters, all of which went on the floor. “OK, now,” said Bridget, “tomorrow everything that’s on the floor goes to Goodwill, the rest of the clothes you can take down to the basement with you.” I couldn’t believe my ears. There was a couple thousand dollars worth of clothes on the floor. Also, every pair of jockey shorts was there as well. What did she expect me to wear to work. My anger got the better of me.

       “Absolutely not,” I exclaimed! “It took me years to build up that wardrobe.” With out saying a word Bridget walked to the phone on the table near the head of the bed. She picked up receiver and dialed the operator.

       “Operator, I’m calling from Lake woods, Illinois, can you connect me with the local police please.” My heart sank. Damn! Once again I knew I had no choice but to do what she said.

       “OK, OK, I’m sorry,” I said. “I’ll do exactly what you say, I’m so sorry, please, please don’t call the cops, please.”

       “If I hang up I’m going to punish you until you hurt like you’ve never hurt before, do you hear me?”

       “Yes Mistress,” I begged, “Yes, Mistress, please punish me but please, please hang up.” She slowly returned the phone to its cradle.

       “OK, right now I want you to do as I asked. The punishment will come later. Now, get those clothes down to the basement like I said, then get the cage and set it up in the basement as well. I’ll be real nice and allow you to put it in any corner of the basement you want.” I brought the clothes down stairs as ordered and hung them up on a steal cross beam. I laid my socks on the work bench for lack of any other surface other than the floor. I went back up stairs and got the cage. I set it up in the corner nearest to the furnace. I had no real heat down there other than what escaped from the furnace itself. Even the floor was very cold on my feet. I was wondering what to do next, should I go back up stairs or stay there, she didn’t say. I didn’t have long before I had my answer as I heard Bridget’s footsteps coming down the stairs.

       “Are you ready to take your punishment,” she said? I could see that evil little smile again. I was really getting to hate that smile.

       “Yes Mistress,” I said it but I didn’t mean it. She started looking around at the ceiling. Then she walked over to the work bench and looked around over there. I didn’t know it but she was assembling the things she needed.

       “You see that floor joist,” she said pointing to the joist above my head. “I want you to screw this big hook in there as far as it will go.” I took the large hook and followed her instructions. It was in there very solid. I knew she was probably going to hang me up there and I also  knew it would have no trouble holding me. “Now, feed this rope through the hook.” Again I did as ordered. “Now put these back on.” She gave me the handcuffs from before. I closed them around each wrist. She tied the rope around the chain between the cuffs and started to pull on the rope. She pulled until my hands were completely stretched above my head and my toes were barely touching the cold, basement floor. She tied the rope to the work bench and I was hanging, completely helpless and vulnerable. Bridget turned and went back up stairs leaving me hang there. I thought this was going to be my punishment, hanging in the cold basement for who knows how long…..I was wrong. A few minutes later Bridget came back down. She was carrying one of my belts. I wasn’t sure what it was for, certainly she wasn’t planning on whipping me with that. Bridget walked around behind me. That’s when I felt the blow from the leather belt.

       “Auhhhhhheeee,” I screamed out. My flesh was on fire. I had been in a couple of fist fights in my life but, never had I been whipped with an object on my naked skin. Whap! Another blow ripped across my ass, and another, and another. My body was jerking violently which was also causing the handcuffs to cut deeper into my wrists. I started crying, no bawling, from the pain. Again and again Bridget yielded blow after blow. I was almost unconscious. Finally she stopped. Bridget walked around in front of me and saw my semi-unconscious state. She walked over to the faucet in the laundry room and found an old container. She filled it with water and walked back to my hanging body and threw the water in my face. It was cold and I started to come around. Bridget grabbed my flaccid cock.

       “What’s the matter slave, a good whipping doesn’t turn you on?” This was a cruelty I hadn’t seen in Bridget before. Oh, she was sadistic as hell, I knew that, but this was pure torture and I could see in her face, she was enjoying  it. “We’re not done yet slave,” she said, “That was punishment, now we’re going to have a little demonstration to illustrate the hold I have on you. Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to spread your legs as far apart as you can and I’m going to kick you in the nuts. Then…..I’m going to tell you to separate them again and I’m going to kick you in the nuts again.  This is just a little lesson to teach you to do what I say NO MATTER WHAT! Now, go ahead, spread your legs as far apart as you can.” I knew if I didn’t do what she said she would simply pull them apart herself and I was completely helpless. If I made her do that I figured she would kick that much harder so, I complied and separated my legs as much as I could. Bridget came up with her right foot and crushed by balls. I howled with pain, I try to bring my legs up to my stomach with the pain but I was so weak from hanging there and the whipping I couldn’t, all I could do was hang there in excruciating pain. “OK,” I heard Bridget say, “again, separate those legs.” I couldn’t hardly move but I pulled them apart as far as I could. Without the slightest reverence from my condition she kicked me again. This time I came close to passing out.

       I could feel Bridget letting me down. My legs were like rubber and I simply folded up and laid in a fetal position on the cold, hard cement floor. Bridget walked up to me and pulled up my chin so I could look at her. “Are you starting to get the picture,” she asked?  “You are mine and everything you have is mine. I own you, like a piece of meat. I will use you for my amusement and for my pleasure. If you make me angry for any reason, I will punish you beyond belief.” I couldn’t answer her but I nodded my head to show I understood.  “Now, it’s been a long day so I’m going to bed,” she said.  “You, on the other hand, will be cleaning this house tonight from top to bottom. I could tell a bachelor was staying here. It’s not the cleanest place but that will change. Starting tonight you will keep this place immaculate. You will get out the vacuum and everything you need to clean this entire house. I want all the windows spotless, I want the dishes done. You’ll have to do them by hand so the dishwasher doesn’t disturb me. I want all the floors cleaned and waxed and the carpets vacuumed. I want the furniture polished and I want everything done properly. It’s a little after 11pm. I figure you’ll be busy right up until breakfast.” With that, she turned and walked up stairs. I knew she was going to my former bedroom to sleep for the night. I had to figure some way out of this situation. My insides were cramped up light a rope tied in tight knots. Slowly I started to move and was able to straighten up enough to get on my feet. Slowly I worked my way up the stairs and started washing the dishes. For the rest of the night I worked from room to room dusting, vacuuming, washing and polishing floors. I could see light starting to come from the windows and wondered how long she would sleep. By now I the pain in my body had subsided but I couldn’t get used to doing all this work in the nude. On several occasions during the knight, I got hard as a rock.

       It was only about 7am when I heard the shower in my master bath. Oh no, I thought, I’m not quite done. I stepped it up and worked feverishly to finish waxing the hardwood floor in the living room. I was just unplugging the buffer when she opened the door and walked out.

       “You’re not done yet,” she said raising her voice.

       “Yes Mistress,” I said lowering my eyes, “I just finished.” She looked around the room.

       “This room looks pretty good. Are all of the other rooms this clean?”

       “Yes Mistress. May I put the buffer back in the storage closet?” She looked pleased.

       “Yeah, go ahead. Then get into the kitchen and make me breakfast. I want two eggs over easy, two strips of beacon, a slice of toast lightly buttered, a small glass of orange juice, and cup of coffee with half a spoon of sugar and milk. Do you have any oatmeal?”

       “Yes Mistress,” I said in a weak, little voice, “I have the instant kind.” She smiled.

       “That’s perfect. Now get in there and start making my breakfast. After I’ve been served you can eat. You’ll put two packets of oatmeal in bowl then bring it to me, but that’s after I’ve been served properly. Understand?”

       “Yes Mistress.” I headed for the kitchen and started her breakfast.

Chapter 4

       Once again my body betrayed me. As I stood by the stove frying my Mistresses eggs I could feel my cock starting to twitch again. I concentrated as hard as I could trying my best to keep from getting another hard-on but it was no use. As I turned to serve her she laughed at the sight of my cock standing straight up. After serving Bridget her breakfast I took a bowl and emptied two packets of instant oatmeal. I was about to heat the water when my Mistress spoke up. “Unh ah,” she said, “bring the bowl to me.” I did as I was told. “Now get down on all fours and keep your eyes glued to the floor.” This was so humiliating. This girl was almost young enough to be my daughter. But then, that’s why I’m in this mess to begin with. She walked around behind me and I could hear her moving her clothes around. Then I heard a noise. I knew immediately she was peeing into the bowl. I could hear her rearrange her clothes again then mixed up the oatmeal with a spoon. “Here you go,” she said putting the bowl down in front of my face. I want to see you eat it all up but no hands. You’ll eat like the lowly subhuman you are.”  Damn, what do I do. I’m not going to eat that. Then I felt her hand reaching between my legs and grab a hold of my balls. She dug in with her finger nails and yanked up. Again the pain went right to the pit of my stomach. I had no choice. I lowered my head and started eating the fowl tasting mixture. As I eat I felt my cock straightening out again. Damn! Damn! Damn! I’m humiliating myself as much as she is. We finished breakfast about the same time.

       “Now, you can go down stairs, take a shower, and get dressed. You can wear what ever you want today, except for underwear of course. I’ll give you 30 minutes. We’re going shopping in Milwaukee today and I want to get an early start.” Bridget walked to the computer and I went down stairs and stepped into the shower. The water was like taking a week-long vacation in the tropics. It was so invigorating, so refreshing, so soothing to my aching body. I actually exited the shower with a smile on my face, the first time I’ve done that for awhile. Since Bridget gave most of my clothes to Good-Will, it wasn’t hard to pick out what I would wear. What is in Milwaukee, I thought while slipping my pants up over my bare ass. It was strange wearing no underwear. Once again I started cursing myself as my dick started stiffening at the feeling of the smooth fabric of my trousers sliding  up it’s shaft. It took all the concentration I had to exercise mind over matter and keep myself from getting hard again.

       I made it back up the stairs with a couple of minutes to spare. Bridget was still sitting at the computer. She had my wallet sitting on the desk and I could see my credit card was sitting on top of it. I walked up and stood in silence. Bridget looked up, “I just ordered a little surprise for you,” she said, “unfortunately it’ll take about a month to get here. That’s OK though,  it’ll give me time to get everything arranged for your party.” For words struck fear in the pit of my stomach. She had that evil little smile on her face again and, “party” sounded like public humiliation to me, or at least, getting more people involved. I said nothing but thought to myself, I have a month to figure out how to get out of this mess. I have to come up with some plan because I’ll be damned if I’m going to be humiliated in front of others in my own house. Little did I know the plans Bridget was cooking up were far worst than I had ever imagined. 

       As usual, Bridget drove. It took about an hour to get to Milwaukee and, all the way there, she didn’t say a word. She seemed to know just where she was going and pulled into a large shopping mall just outside of town. Without a word, she parked the car, got out, and started walking toward the mall entrance. I was sure she wanted me to follow her so I fell in a couple steps behind her. She soon found Victoria’s Secret and I followed her in. Silently I watched as she picked through a whole table full of sexy women’s panties. Oh no, I thought as I felt my cock starting to stir again, not here, please. With-in a couple of minutes a beautiful, young lady walked over.

       “May I help you,” she said with a large smile. She was stunning with gorgeous blond hair cascading over her shoulders. Her body was, in my mind, perfect. I was never one for big boobs. I agreed with the French, they should fit into a whine glass. Hers were just right. Her waist was so small I visualized myself putting my hands around it and being able to touch my fingers together. She was wearing a short, but not too short, skirt that showed off her shapely legs. I glanced at her left hand and saw no sign of any rings. I smiled as I thought, when I get out of this mess I’m coming back here and ask her out. “My name is Beth.” She was still smiling.

       “Yes, thank you,” Bridget said, “I’m looking for several pair of panties, definitely some thongs, maybe a few pair of boy’s cut, and one or two pair of full cut.”

       “Yes ma’am, of course.” She took a quick scan of Bridget’s body. “I’m guessing you take a small?” Just then any hopes of me coming back here and dating this vision of loveliness were completely dashed.

       “Oh they’re not for me,” said Bridget, “they’re for him.” The lovely sales girl tried to look nonchalant.

       “Oh, I see.” She looked in my direction. “In that case I would say a medium, wouldn’t you?”

       “You’re a better judge at that than I am,” said Bridget. “Here,” she said finding a medium, “let’s check these.” Bridget turned and held the pair of full cut, pink panties up to my hips for a size check. I could feel my face turning three sheets of red. I also felt my cock coming to attention again. Oh no, I thought, not here, not in front of her.

       “Let’s see how these fit.” Beth, the sales lady walked up and held up a pair red, boy cut panties. Her smile now was bigger than before. Damn, I thought, I was hoping the sales lady would be totally indignant and tell Bridget to leave but I could see that wasn’t about to happen, she was actually getting turned on instead. As I felt her dainty hands hold the panties up to my belt my cock sprang up in disgusting, wanton, sexual desire. Without underwear it was easy to see through the thin fabric of my trousers. Beth and Bridget looked at each other and laughed. All I wanted to do was crawl under the counter. “I sure wish I could see him modeling his new panties,” said Beth, “but it’s against store policy. I could never let him in the back room.”

       “Yeah, that is too bad,” said Bridget. “I’ll tell you what, if you don’t mind the drive I’ll give you our address and you can come any time you want and I’ll have him model everything for you.”

       I could hear the excitement in Beth’s voice. “Where do you live?” Bridget took a small piece of paper and a pen from her purse and wrote down the address. “Oh, that’s not that far,” she said, “I’d love to come over. I’m off tomorrow, would it be possible to come out tomorrow, say late morning? That way I’d have the whole day.”

       “Sure, that would be great,” Bridget turned in my direction and looked straight down at my engorged shaft, “it looks like slave here thinks it’s a good idea also.” The two girls laughed out loud and others in the store looked over to see what was so funny. They confirmed their plans for 10am Sunday morning. The girls had formed an instant bond and I knew I was going to be the worst for it. They continued to have fun and they moved through the store picking out the sexiest lingerie they could find. By the time we were ready to check out Bridget and Beth had picked out almost $1000 dollars worth of panties, bras, garters,  pantyhose, stockings, a couple of corsets, a skimpy, little black mini dress, and two pair of 5” high heeled shoes. The thought of being forced to wear this stuff in public was terrifying.

       Bridget gave the sales lady my credit card. She leaned over the counter, “are there any bondage shops around here?” she asked in a whisper. “You know, I want to get some restraints, chastity devices, things like that. I just thought you might know of a place like that.” Bridget had this girl’s  interests pegged.

       “Actually I do know of a couple of places down town.” She gave Bridget a piece of paper with directions. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” Beth said as we turned.  Bridget smiled back at her and we started back to the car.  Of course I carried all the packages while walking several steps behind my Mistress. She glanced at the directions and started for down town. I knew I was going to be humiliated again so I was in no hurry to reach our new destination. My mind was in turmoil, we had been in the store for over an hour and I had been hard as a rock the whole time. I was also hornier than I could ever remember. Every ounce of my being wanted to start jacking off right then and there, even if it meant doing it right in front of my 15 year old Mistress. I’m not going to do that though. I’m going to use some self restraint and concentrate on something else. Something that will take my mind off my swollen cock. I focused on my next painting. I had an image for my next painting before all this stuff started. I could contemplate it’s composition and coloring.

       A few minutes later we pulled up to a dingy looking storefront with blacked out windows. This did not look good….at least not to me. Bridget found a parking place about a half a block down the street. I was thankful we didn’t have to walk further, it didn’t look like that great a neighborhood.  As Bridget walked into the doorway and large, bouncer type, guy approached. “May I see some ID please?” Bridget pulled out her phony ID and showed it. He gave an approving nod of his head. Then she reached back into her purse and pulled out my wallet.

       “Here is my slaves ID,” she said. The large gentleman gave another nod but, this time, with a small smile, and we walked in. I knew Bridget didn’t have to show that guy my ID, she did it just to embarrass me again. As we walked into the store I was shocked. I had never been in anything like this before. There were leather outfits and straps all over the place. On one of the walls were hundreds of metal hand cuffs, bars of various lengths, and dozens of different kinds of restraints. The customers were also different from the normal customer you’d see in the mall. One young woman was totally nude except for a wide collar. Attached to the collar was a leather dog leash and she was being lead around the store by a tall, good-looking man. I assumed he was her Master. My future was starting to flash in front of my eyes. There is simply no way I could ever allow myself to be lowered to the depths of inhumanity like these people. I must find a way out of this, I thought.

       “May I help you?” Bridget and I looked in unison to see a petite sales girl. She had short, black hair that was spiked upward and heavily gelled. She had, what I would call, an average face, not ugly but not beautiful either. Her body, however, even as small as it was,  was anything but average. She was perfectly proportioned with full breasts, narrow waist, and nice, slim hips. I could tell she had us summed up immediately. Knowing Bridget was in charge she addressed her question directly to Bridget.

       “Yes,” said Bridget, “I’ve just taken a new slave and I need everything. I need plenty of whips, I need some punishment devices, and, Oh, I need a couple different chastity devices, something that’s fun and also one he can wear 24/7.” The sales girl had a pretty smile on her face. She knew she was in for a nice, big sale here. “The first thing I want are several collars. I want one like that,” Bridget pointed at the nude slave with the wide collar I saw when we first walked in, “and a few smaller ones. Do you have any that he could wear under his shirt. One that wouldn’t be seen but that would be a constant reminder that his is mine?”

       “Yes Ma’am,” said the sales lady, “we have everything you need. Your slave definitely needs to be collared, should we start with that?” We both followed her to the far corner. I couldn’t believe all the different collars they had. As I looked a little closer I could see every one of them had a locking device so they couldn’t be removed. I had been embarrassed many times in public since this whole thing started but, for the first time, I was starting to get down right scared. This girl was actually planning on “enslaving” me. The sales girl was going over several collars with Bridget, showing her the different features. I heard the sales lady say, “here, try this one on him.” I looked and Bridget had a wide, black leather, collar in her hand. It had several cuts in the end for adjusting the size and “D” shaped ring that stuck through the cuts and could be locked with a padlock. In front and on both sides were three more of those rings sewn into the leather. Bridget motioned with her finger.

       “Turn around slave,” she said. I tuned around and could feel Bridget fitting the collar around my neck. I could hear the lock snap shut behind me. I had been semi hard just walking into the place but felt my cock getting hard as a rock again. Once again I was so embarrassed and hoped that no one noticed. “Yeah,” said Bridget, “I like that.” Bridget pointed out some others, “I’ll take this one, I also want that one, that one, and that one.” The sales girl took the collars Bridget picked out and put them aside.

       “Do you want to leave that one on him?” she asked Bridget.

       “Yeah, if that’s alright?”

       “Sure, a slave should never be without a collar in a place like this.”  Bridget motioned to the naked slave girl.

       “Is that allowed?”

       “What, Oh, you mean having your slave naked? Sure, that’s why we have people carded at the door. We have people that make their slaves strip as soon as they step inside. Why, do you want to make your slave strip?” Those words chilled me right through to my bones. I knew what Bridget was going to say.

       “Yeah, can I?”

       “Go right ahead.” Bridget turned in my direction.

       “Do I have to say it slave? Strip, now” I looked at her pleading as much as I could with my eyes. “Don’t make me say it twice!” Bridget had that very stern tone to her voice again and I knew I had no choice but to do what she said. Reluctantly I started unbuttoning my shirt.  I guess I was taking too long because I heard Bridget sigh. In a minute I was standing in the middle of a public store stark naked with my new collar. Bridget went into her purse and pulled out the dog leash she had bought at the pet shop the other night and attached it to the front of the collar. The worst of it was the humiliation of my raging hard-on again. I wanted to just put my face in my hands and cry but I was determined I wasn’t going to give Bridget the satisfaction.