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Chapter 7
For a while you lie there on the ground crying with the
humiliation of what you have been forced to do.
For many years - since you were a young boy of 6 or 7, you had secretly
dreamed of being dominated. You remember
the game of hide and seek you used to play with another boy, where one of you
would tie the other up and then when you escaped you had to find the
other. You remember even then, that
being tied up was exciting. But now that
you are living the reality of your dirtiest dreams you have realised that
reality is nothing like your fantasies.
Nothing that you have fantasised about could have prepared you for what
is happening to you now, and you don’t know how to deal with it.
After a while you become aware of people staring at you as
they pass by. You realise how strange
you must look lying there on the ground crying like a girl, in the middle of a
pub car park. With a huge effort you
stand up, wipe the tears from your face and start walking back to the car.
By the time you arrive back at the house you have decided to
accept your fate. There is no point
fighting it. When you have cared for me
until I am recovered, you will accept whatever I decide to do with you. Having made this decision you feel calmer in
yourself, and locking the car door you enter the house. The house is in darkness as you enter. Not bothering to turn on the hall light you
walk straight to the kitchen to get a drink of water before going upstairs to
check on me. You turn on the kitchen
light, get your drink from the tap and turn round. The shock of seeing me sitting at the table
obviously waiting for you makes you let go of the glass so that it smashes on
the floor, spilling water and shards of broken glass everywhere.
‘Don’t just stand there slave! Clean up that mess before someone stands on
the broken glass.’
In shock and without thinking you reply ‘yes Meesteres. I’m
so sorry; I will do it straight away’.
I smile secretly to myself, the gamble has paid off. I have caught you by surprise and I will use
this advantage against you. I am amazed
that you actually returned to me. If I
was in your position I would have run as far away as possible, and I am curious
to find out why you returned. When you
have finished clearing up the mess I tell you to ‘assume the position’. You look at me confused. What position? You don’t remember being taught one.
‘Spread your legs as wide as you can, clasp your hands
behind your head and push your butt forward so that your cock is on display. Do it now before I lose my patience!’
You quickly assume the position without thinking about what
you are doing. Before you have time to
react I move swiftly from my seat to unzip your trousers and pull them down to
your knees. Then I quickly snap closed a
metal ring round the top of your scrotum, pushing your balls to the bottom of
the sac. You instinctively bring your
hands down to your balls and try to remove the ring, but it is too tight and
pulling it is really painful.
‘Don’t bother trying to remove it, it is locked around your
ball sac and can only be removed with a key.
I was hoping that I would not have to use it on you, but you leave me no
choice’.
Without warning you feel excruciating pain surge through
your bollocks and up into your cock. The
agony of it makes you fall to the floor and curl up in a foetal position to try
and stop the pain. After 20 agonising
seconds it suddenly stops, but you remain lying curled up in a ball on the
floor still feeling the effects of the shock.
‘That slave was the highest setting for the electrical
shock. Now take all your clothes off and
put these on, with your hands behind your back’. I throw a pair of metal handcuffs across the
floor towards you and wait expectantly.
When you fail to move immediately, you feel another shock from the
ring. This time though, it is not such a
strong shock. It is just enough to make
your balls tingle, and to make you move, even though you are still in agony
from the first shock.
As you stand up you try and apologise for your behaviour and
to try and explain the reasons behind what you did, but another tingling
feeling in your balls stops you mid-sentence.
‘Don’t speak until I give you permission slave, and don’t
even think about coming anywhere near me, if you do I will shock you long
enough to fry your bollocks and your cock.
Now don’t make me repeat myself!’
The look on my face tells you that I am deadly serious. My face looks really white and you can see
that I am obviously still in a lot of pain, which will mean I am NOT in a good
mood. So you quickly comply with my
demands and start removing your clothes.
While you are undressing you can’t help but wonder how I
found the strength to move, let alone dress myself and walk downstairs to the kitchen,
you really thought that I would still be unconscious. I am obviously a lot stronger and more
determined than you realised. I have
even managed to make you submit again to me.
You can’t believe that you just stood there and let me put an electric
shock ring round your bollocks. So much
for coming back to look after me and then trying to persuade me to let you
go! You realise that you are now in a
worse position than when I first bought you.
This time you have committed the unspeakable crime of whipping and
raping your own Mistress. You are
terrified at the thought of what is going to happen to you. You know that you will be whipped, possibly
even until you are dead, or if not then you will almost certainly be sold
again. God, what will you do if you are
bought by an Arab or a gay guy! You feel
really sick at the thought, and also terrified.
You can’t believe how stupid you were.
You know that it would be hopeless to try and persuade me to give you a
second chance, even if you swore on your life that you would never overpower or
hurt me again, and that you would willingly submit to me and become my slave
for life, I would never trust you.
While you are lost in your thoughts I sit there watching the
emotions passing across your face. I am
tempted to shock you again as you are standing there not moving, but for some
reason that I can’t quite figure out I actually feel sorry for you. I know in my heart that some of my harsh
treatment of you has been wrong. I
should have eased you into your new life as a slave more slowly, after all this
life that has been chosen for you has been forced upon you and is a huge change
from your old free life. I should
perhaps have helped you to adjust instead of punishing you for every
mistake. But as you are my first slave I
am also learning how to be a Mistress and am making my own mistakes. However, I cannot let you go unpunished for
your crimes against me. If I don’t punish you now, I will never be able to
completely control or trust you. But instead of shocking you into moving again
I just remind you to continue undressing, and to put the handcuffs on.
‘I’m sorry Meesteres’ you whisper to me.
I can only just hear the words, but I can tell that your
voice is breaking as you are close to tears, so I do not demand that you repeat
the words more loudly.
When you have cuffed your hands behind your back you move to
kneel at my side with your head bowed.
‘You may speak now slave.
I want to know why you beat and raped me. Is that how your parents have raised you to
treat a woman?’ You cringe with shame at
what I am saying. There is no excuse,
and you are willing to spend your lifetime making amends. I continue ‘why did you return to the
house? You have been gone all day. I assumed you had left me for dead and had
run away. I was just about to call the
police. You do realise that if I have
you arrested you will be executed.’
You keep apologising for what you have done, and tell me
that it was the shock and horror of all that you have been through since your
kidnapping, that for a split second made you lose your sanity. It was never your intention to do those
things to me but with the alcohol and lack of sleep it tipped you over the edge
into madness. You explain that you left
the house to buy painkillers for me, because it was always your intention to
return and nurse me back to health, and then accept whatever punishment I chose
for you. However, you do not dare to
tell me that you had been to the pub and what happened there with my friend,
you lie and say that you got lost and had problems with the car, which is why
you were gone for so long. You tell me
that you would never consider running away because you knew it was your
responsibility to care for me, as it was you who caused the injuries to me in
the first place. I accept the
explanation you give - after all you did return, but I tell you that I no
longer trust you.
‘I understand slave that it has been difficult for you to
accept your life as a captive, but there is no excuse for what you have
done. If you had committed these crimes
against any other Mistress you would have been executed immediately. You have no idea how lucky you are that I am
your Mistress. The only reason that I
have not reported you to the police is because I have some fondness for the
memories of our happy times together when we first met. I have released you from bondage twice now,
so that you could make love to me as a man and not service me as a slave. I wanted to give you some dignity, but both
times you have abused this consideration to you, and you can not be
trusted. You are obviously conditioned
to violent behaviour and I will not risk being attacked by you again. As I see things, there are only two
choices. You can either remain
permanently in bondage, which means serving me for the rest of your life in
chains, or I can sell you again, although this time it would be to a Master who
would be more able to control you. Until
I decide, you will be locked in your cage.’
You are horrified at the thought of being sold and beg me to
keep you.
‘Please Meesteres I swear on my life that I would never
behave that way again. I will willingly
serve you for the rest of my life wearing chains; if that is the only way you
will trust me. Please do not sell me I
beg you. Let me prove myself to
you. If I fail you in anyway then I will
accept any punishment you give me, even if you choose to beat me to death. I will never again do anything to hurt you,
no matter what you choose to do to me.
Please Meesteres I beg you. You
can not know how disgusted I am with myself for what I have done and I will
never forgive myself……..’
‘Silence!
I have listened to your explanation.
Do not make me angrier than I already am by whining.’
Secretly, I am relieved at what you have said. I can see from the emotions that have passed
across your face and I can hear in your voice that you are truly sorry. I actually do believe you, and I know that I
do not need to fear you again. But I
will not tell you that. You must be
punished in such a way that will ensure you never rebel again. Whipping you again will achieve nothing,
there is only one way to ensure your complete submission, and that is to do to
you what you fear most.
Attaching a leash to your collar, I tell you to stand up and
then pull you behind me downstairs to the cellar. Once there I open the cage door and turn to
look at you. I do not need to give you
an order, you know what is expected from you, and this time there is no
hesitation. You get down on your knees
and crawl into the cage, with some difficulty as your hands are still secured behind
your back. I lock the cage door and tell
you to raise your arms so that I can unlock and remove the handcuffs. As you will be in there for some time I will
allow you the freedom to move your arms and legs – as much as you can in the
confined space. Finally I pass 4 bottles
of water through the bars and tell you ‘be careful how quickly you drink it,
because it must last you until I let you out of the cage. If you need to piss you will have to empty a
bottle first and piss in that. If you
drink all the water too quickly, you will have to drink your piss. I will come back when I have decided your
fate.’
Then I leave the cellar, not bothering to turn the light off
or lock the door. In truth, I have
forgotten to do those two things because the pain killers I had taken earlier
in the day have now worn off, and I am in agony, but there is no way I will let
you see how much you have hurt me, I am too proud for that. I walk slowly upstairs to my bedroom, moving
too quickly intensifies the pain, and I take some more pain killers from the
cupboard by my bed. Within minutes the
pain becomes more bearable, but I feel exhausted from the effort of being
strong in front of you, so I crawl into bed and fall asleep almost immediately.
In the cage you also try to sleep but without success. The bare light bulb hanging from the ceiling
is too bright and your mind is still spinning with all that has happened. The cage is too small to allow you to stretch
out and after a while your legs feel cramped and your back aches from being
hunched over. After a couple of hours
you need to go to the toilet, but you know I am unlikely to come back anytime
soon to let you out. It means you will
have to drink a whole bottle of water so that you can piss in one of the
bottles. But you know that will become a
vicious circle, because if you drink that much water in one go, you will soon
need to piss again, and will have to empty another bottle. You think about emptying the water onto the
floor but realise that you could be in the cage for a long time and that would
be wasting water you might need, so you drink the whole bottle and use it
afterward to empty your bladder. You
hold on for as long as you can to avoid pissing each time, but eventually over
the long period of time you are confined you drink all 4 bottles and piss in 3
of them.
You have no idea how long you have been caged. Being in a cellar without windows and the
light shining constantly overhead you have no idea of the passing of day and
night. Maybe you have only been in there
for a few hours, but it feels like days, as your body is screaming out to be
released. Your arms and legs are cramped
and you feel ill through lack of sleep and lack of food. The last meal you had was the breakfast you
made yourself. How long ago was
that? It feels like days ago, but you
have no idea in reality how long ago it was.
You know from training when you were in the Navy, that the enemy often use
this type of torture to confuse their prisoners. They can make hours seem like days by turning
the lights on and off randomly or leaving them on the whole time. It is easy to make a prisoner lose track of
time. By now, you feel as if you have
been in the cage for a week, and maybe this is my way of punishing you.
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When I wake up I feel a bit groggy but the agonising pain
has reduced to a dull ache. I feel so
much better for sleeping. I decide that I
will shower and eat breakfast first before I let you out, another hour or so
won’t hurt you to be locked up. I take a
leisurely shower, wincing slightly as the warm water hits the welts on my back,
but today it feels much better, and I am in a good mood. I already know what is going to happen to
you, I didn’t really need time to think about it, but it is good for you to
have fear inside you.
When I have finished my shower I dress in ‘normal’ clothes
and dry my hair. Then I go downstairs to
the kitchen to make breakfast. As I am
in a good mood I make a full English breakfast for you as well. As I’m cooking I turn on the small TV in the
kitchen. The news is on and I listen
absentmindedly until the date is spoken and it catches my attention. I can’t believe it,
I have been asleep for 2 days! No wonder
I feel much better. Then I realise that
you have been locked in cramped conditions in the cage for all that time with
no food. I rush down to the cellar,
thankful that I left you 4 bottles of water.
I don’t want you to die!
When I reach the cage you can barely raise your head to look
at me, you feel so weak. I feel a twinge
of guilt, but then harden when I think of what you did. Before I open the door I tell you to put the
handcuffs back on, but this time in front of your body. As you struggle to do it, I reach through the
bars and put them on for you. I’m not
taking any chances. You may look weak,
but it could be a trick. I’m not letting
you overpower me again, and in my hurry to check on you I have left the remote
control that activates the electric current in the shock ring in the
kitchen. I have to help you out of the
cage and half carry you upstairs to the kitchen because your legs are numb from
forced lack of movement. It had been my
intention to make you eat your breakfast from a bowl on the floor with your
hands tied behind your back to humiliate you and reinforce your status as a slave,
but after 2 days confinement in a small space, my feelings of guilt at how ill
you look through my neglect I can’t make you do that. That would be unnecessarily cruel of me.
Instead I sit you on a chair at the table and put your
breakfast in front of you. You don’t
touch it and at first I think you are refusing to eat, but then I realise that
you are waiting for permission.
‘Eat slave, I know you are hungry and you will need your
strength for what awaits you this week.’
You are dreading the whippings and other tortures that you
know I am going to inflict on you this week, but you will bear them as best as
you can. You are not expecting to
receive any mercy from me, you are just grateful that I am giving you another
chance.
When you have finished your breakfast I tell you that I have
decided your fate.
‘Slave, I have decided that in all fairness I cannot keep
you in chains for the rest of your life.
The relationship between a Mistress and her slave is a special one, and
is based on mutual trust and respect. My
position as your owner is to feed and house you and look after your
welfare. Punishments should only be
given as befits the crime. The whipping
I gave you the other day was totally unjustified, as your disobedience did not
deserve that level of punishment.
However, the later punishments given to you for attempting to escape
were not harsh enough, and you were through my own lack of judgement provided
with the opportunity to escape again, with disastrous results. Your position as my property is to love,
honour, respect and obey me in all demands, without
hesitation. You have failed in your
duties as my slave, as I have failed in my duty towards you. I have therefore decided that this relationship
be terminated. You will be sold at
auction next week.’
The news is devastating. ‘Please Meesteres, don’t do
this. I promise faithfully, that I will
never fail you. Please give me the
chance to prove myself. I do love you
Meesteres and I will do anything for you……..’
‘That’s enough! My mind is made up. You are going to the slave auction. If you want to prove yourself to me do as you
are told now. Go to your bedroom and
assume the submissive position on your knees, with your hands clasped behind
your head and your butt pushed forward so that your cock is on display. If you need to use the toilet I suggest you
go now. You may not get the chance to go
again for a long time.’
Silently and with a heavy heart, you get up from the table
and make your way back to the cellar, to kneel on the floor and wait……………
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