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I got the call late afternoon and I was excited! Not only was it possibly the biggest and best house I was going to put on the market, but the owner was one of the most beautiful women I had ever met. She rang to say that she was going to use my company to sell her home but she wanted to discuss a few things with me first. As you can guess I am, or was, an Estate Agent. Probably because it was late in the day, or more likely, because I deluded myself thinking that I could be on for a bit of extra marital with a gorgeous woman, I did not tell any of my staff or put the appointment in the diary, what a mistake that turned out to be.

The house was on the edge of town off a country lane, and I approached it through imposing gates and a long secluded drive. As I pulled up she came out to meet me looking even better than I remembered. She probably stood 6 feet tall in her stiletto heels, her long red hair flowed over her shoulders. I imagined she must be something big in the City, as she was dressed in an immaculate business suit, and I rather dreamt that the black nylon I could see led up to a suspender belt. As I got out of the car she fixed me with her piercing green eyes and gave me a big, although I must admit not a particularly warm, smile.

“Pleased to see you again David” she said as she held out her well-manicured hand. Her skin was soft but the grip was not, as she gave my hand a good long squeeze. My hopes where raised as she invited me into the drawing room for a drink. There we sat and made small talk, although I must say I was almost speechless in her presence, such was her beauty and manner I felt almost intimidated. “Drink up!” she said “I want to show you something upstairs before we discuss business terms”. This was it! I didn’t need asking twice, I downed the wine in one and stood up, or tried to.

I don’t know how long I was out but I slowly woke to find myself on my knees, lent over something like a cross between a saddle and a weight lifting bench. My hands were strapped to the front and side and my ankles similarly restrained to the side and rear. There was something across the back of my neck that held my head still as my chin sat in a sort of dip at the front so that my face pointed forward. The chill I felt told me I must be naked. I could feel a slight draught between my raised and spread buttocks. What the hell was happening? Is this some crazy nightmare? I wanted to scream out but my mouth was full with something rubber. I tried to spit it out but I realised that this also was restrained by a strap around my head.

As I awoke I could her talking. At first I thought it was a TV, then I recognised the voice as my supposed client. “At last our subject matter shows signs of life, let me now demonstrate how quickly I can get this totally unsuspecting specimen to obey my commands”. She strode towards me, her heels clicking loudly on the hard floor. My situation had caused an adrenalin surge. I was awake and quickly surveyed what I could of my surroundings. I appeared to be in some kind of cellar but it was well lit and I could see why. As well as my client there were at least 2 others, men, pointing cameras at me from the front and side. My client got close. I was right about the stockings but now the business suit had been replaced by a black corset. Her flowing locks where now secured in a severe ponytail. To the side of her head was attached a microphone, the sort that you have seen ‘Madonna’ use on stage. This kept her hands free of course because in one she carried a bamboo cane!

She continued her commentary to camera. “What you need to remember is that a subject like this is different from the willing weasels that pay for your service. He will need a bit of work on your part, but believe me, the results will be rewarding”. With that she lowered her head towards mine. “Well, this must be a trifle unsettling for you, you must be wondering what is happening to you” she said almost sweetly “Well stop it! From now on you do not think for yourself”. With that the cane swished across by buttocks causing me to writhe with the sudden pain. “Your old life is over, your sole purpose is to serve me and do my bidding. First you will need re-conditioning. The first thing to learn is that you do not speak unless told to do so.” She began to undo the strap around my head then pulled out the rubber gag. “What the hell.” Whack, went the cane, “Why are you ..” Whack! Another one even harder “I ca..” Whack! I tried a few more times to speak with the same effect until I realised she was never going to stop until I did, and the pain of the ever increasing strokes became unbearable. Tears were streaming down my face, my buttocks stung with unimaginable pain.

“Right, now we can start to re-build your life without interruption.” She was so calm and she hadn’t even broken a sweat. What was this woman capable of? “Your name is Gregory and you will remain in my household until I have no further use for you. You will do as I say without question, at first out of fear of pain, but soon because it will be your true pleasure. Serving me will be your life!” She walked to a cupboard and removed a strap-on penis, one of many on display. She put it on as she spoke “Your main duty will be to provide a service to some of my many clients, mostly male, some female. Believe me when I say the men will be kinder to you. When you are with them, you will obey them as you would me”.

She put the cane in the cupboard, removed a cat of nine tails and then disappeared from my sight. “Before I have the pleasure of your virgin ass, I need to teach you how and when to speak. I am your mistress and shall always be referred to as such. Because you are now the lowest of the low, you will address all men as Sir and all women as Madam. This will include all other slaves that you will come into contact with. Do you understand?” I paused, the cat tore at my back. “Yes Mistress.” “Now, you love cock, don’t you Gregory?” After a slight pause I said yes. It was not quick enough and damn, I forgot to say Mistress. I paid the price of the lash. She was not happy “This is not good enough! I want you to beg me to fuck you like a dog!” “Please fuck me like a dog” I replied.” Again she lashed at my back even more severely. “I don’t want you parroting me! I want you to say it because you mean it, because you want me and because you want cock!” Another lash hit its mark. “Please, please fuck me Mistress, I am a dirty bitch, I love to have cock inside me” I pleaded.” That’s better.

James, come over here, we’ve got a virgin desperate to be fucked.” One of the cameramen left his post to come towards me as I felt something cool being rubbed in my anus. “You would love to suck James dick, wouldn’t you Gregory?” “Yes Mistress, I would. Please Sir, can I suck your cock, I can’t get enough.” My Mistress laughed at this. “A quick learner aren’t you, or are we seeing the real you?” With this she entered me and the shock took my breath at first but once deeper it just felt uncomfortable. “We took the liberty of cleaning out your bowels while you where asleep as I don’t like any mess.” As she thrust deeper and harder James dropped his trousers to free his cock, which made my 5 inches look rather pathetic.

Another lash focused my mind. “You’ve gone quiet! Do I not give you pleasure? Are you not thankful for what I do to you?” “I’m sorry Mistress, your expert fucking and the sight of Sir’s cock left me speechless, please fuck me harder!” She did and James put his cock to my mouth, at which I obliged by opening wide. With my head restrained I could not do anything except provide a hole for him to fuck. This he did with gusto, ramming his large dick down my throat causing me to gag. To my amazement I realised that my own cock had sprung into life. How could this be? I’m not gay, this disgusts me! But the truth was I could feel my hips moving back and forth with the thrusts of my Mistress, my cock rubbed against the leather of the restraining stool, the thought and feel of this big cock throbbing in my mouth and this gorgeous woman fucking me was sending me delirious. “See our bitch go now!” she laughed “He’s going to come. Fuck him harder! This they did, the glorious pain between my legs and the ever-throbbing joint in my mouth did the job. As James exploded his come down my throat, I did the same.    

“What do you have to say for yourself?” she asked as they both stood up from me. “Thank you Mistress”. She turned smiling to the camera to continue her commentary. As she did so James released me from my straps. I did not know what to do so I stayed where I was. I felt strange. Although in pain I felt almost euphoric. Any thoughts of my previous life where at the back of my mind, all I could think of was what this cruel Goddess, my Mistress, had in store for me next.

“Get up Gregory, there is more to be done today. You have earned the right to learn the art of worshipping me. When I enter a room you must fall to your knees with your face to the floor and await my instruction. Well, what are you waiting for?” Once again the lash struck, this time against my chest. I duly obliged. “From time to time you will have the honour of performing certain tasks for me. It can be anything from vacuuming to cleaning my toilet with your mouth. You will do these things instantly without question. Do you understand?” Swish, the lash went across my back “Yes Mistress.” I was beginning to dread questions.

“You have left a mess behind, see! Lick it clean you disgusting animal!” I raised my head and realised she meant my own ejaculate against the restraining stool. I crawled across and did as instructed. This was less than pleasant. Just the thought made me sick but I tried not to let it show. “See the bitch is hungry for more, she will be a good asset.” I licked it clean till my mouth was dry. “That looks like a good job, come and do the same for my shoes”. As she presented them to me she lent forward and spat on her shoe. “Now for some spit and polish” she laughed. I was thorough, even the soles and heels where put to me for both shoes. I finally stopped when told, my mouth dry as a desert.

“Thirsty are we? I thought so, that’s why I shall put a hold on your punishment for not thanking me for your duties.” “S-sorry, Mistress” I stammered “You will be, but first let me quench your thirst. Lie on your back.” I did as instructed, she crossed to a drawer to retrieve a tube with a funnel. “I’m letting you have the best drink of all.” She put the tube in my mouth. The ‘strap on’ had gone earlier. Now she undid a few poppers in the bottom of her corset and held the funnel under her. Of course I realised what would be coming my way. It was the worst drink I had ever had but I did not want to spill a drop, partly out of fear, but also because, strangely, I felt honoured to taste my Mistress’s nectar. The speed of flow made it difficult but I managed to drink it all and I lay on the floor pleased with myself.

“Stand up, Gregory” she said, almost friendly. “Are you starting to enjoy the experience?” I smiled “yes Mistress” In a split second her expression changed, there was a wildness in her eyes. At the same moment, with great skill, speed and force, she kicked me between my naked legs. No smile on my face now as I fell to the floor. “You piece of shit” she screamed. “How dare you think that you can ever have pleasure! As I fell forward to my knees she unleashed another kick, knocking me backwards”.

“Up Gregory! Get on the table and lie down!” She pointed to a white linen covered, hospital examination bed. I got to my knees but failed to get any higher, so I crawled. I got to the table but could not pull myself up. She kicked my ass, I got higher little by little until I reached up and fell onto the table. “Thank you Mistress”.

As I lay, I realised how much pain I was in. I saw her retrieve something that I recognised from a drawer. It was a piercing gun. She approached with it pointing towards me. “As I said, you are not here to enjoy yourself. Just in case you forget, I have a constant reminder for you”. She quickly managed to pierce my swollen pubic area in 2 places and the end of my foreskin before inserting rings into each hole with great skill. She then attached a padlock in such a way that I knew that I had probably had my last erection. It was painful, but on top of everything else it hardly mattered.

My Mistress, now in control, turned to face the camera. “And there you have it ladies, the finished article. Now some of you may feel my methods are too extreme, and unnecessary. After all, you can have as many willing slaves as you want. But believe me none will give you the service or satisfaction that Gregory will give me. There is one final piece in the jigsaw of his training. It will stop any foolish thoughts entering his head. As I have said, he should know what I am capable of, that his life is mine now to do with as I please. He will write a suicide note for his family. This will be left in his car with his clothes nearby, at a spot on the coast famous for it’s strong currents. His body will never be found”

The End
 

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