My Dutch pet

Chapter 22

  Entering the utility room on the final morning of your confinement Chrissie cheerfully announces that you are now ready to start serving her.

  ‘Now slave, I know that most Owners have to train their slave’s to make them perfect and get rid of any bad habits but I just know that you won’t want to disappoint me in anyway and will be perfect from the start won’t you?’ 

Finding it difficult to speak after weeks of not using your vocal chords you can only manage to croak your response ‘yes Mistress’.

  Giving you a satisfied smile she says ‘good’ before tossing you a key to unlock the padlock on your ankle.  When you have freed yourself you roll the chain up and place it against the wall with the padlock and key, before crawling on your hands and knees to stop at Chrissie’s feet to wait for her instructions.

  Without speaking to you she turns on her heel and walks back to the kitchen.  You know you are expected to follow and crawl quickly to catch up with her.  Straight through the kitchen she makes her way along the hall and upstairs to her bedroom.  You follow behind like a devoted puppy, although you both know that you are anything but that.

  The weeks you have spent by yourself have allowed you time to learn to retreat within yourself.  Chrissie may have your physical body to use and abuse but your mind is closed to her.  Nothing she does to you will affect you because your mind is already in a different place.  For the next two years of hell you will be like a robot, obeying all commands but feeling nothing.  It is a very dangerous thing to do, to try and close your mind off to what is happening to you, and if you are not careful it could literally make you mad, but you realise that it is the only way you will be able to deal with your depression and the horrors of life as Chrissie’s slave.

  Following her into her bedroom, you wait listlessly on hands and knees for her to tell you what she wants from you.  You don’t bother to look around the room while you wait; nothing in her bedroom is of interest to you.  When she instructs you to remove her panties with your teeth you do so immediately but without any enthusiasm.  Then when she lies down on her bed with her legs wide apart and bent at the knees you crawl to the bed and wait for the command you know is coming.

  Lazily reaching out her arm she takes a handful of your hair and pulls it.  You immediately respond by climbing onto the bed and positioning yourself between her opened legs.  Staring at her shaven pussy already gleaming wet with excitement you feel absolutely nothing.  Not even the revulsion you felt the last time you were in this position with her when her cunt was stinking from another man’s fucking.

  ‘Don’t just kneel there you useless dog!  Get your tongue down there and bring me off!  I want to feel that stud in your tongue rubbing against my clit and I had better have the best orgasm ever or you’re going to be fucked. Literally!’

  You try to muster up some enthusiasm but fail miserably.  Your cock doesn’t even twitch at the thought of having your head between a woman’s legs, something which is unheard of for you, a man who in his free life thought about sex constantly.  Despite your disinterest you do your best to pleasure Chrissie, still afraid that if you displease her she will take out her anger on me.  You don’t care what she does to you but you’re one weak spot is your real Mistress.  No matter how much you withdraw into yourself you can’t shut off the part that wants to protect me.  Your efforts pay off as at last Chrissie orgasms.  Squeezing her legs tightly together trapping your head between them she lets the orgasm rip through her.  By the time she is finished your face is soaking wet.  Her fluids have gone up your nose, and in your mouth and eyes.  When she finally relaxes you immediately begin lapping up her juices, knowing that it is expected of you.

  She doesn’t seem to have noticed your lack of enthusiasm and lies there glowing post orgasm enjoying the feeling of your studded tongue gently licking her now sensitive pussy and clitoris.

  ‘Hmmm that was quite nice slave; I think you will have to do that again don’t you?’

  In a voice devoid of emotion you reply ‘yes Mistress.’

  This time Chrissie decides she wants to be on top and ties you to the bed with ropes in the classic spread-eagle position.  The rope bites painfully into your wrists and ankles where she has tied it too tightly, and you know that the circulation will be cut off quickly, resulting in painful pins and needles when you are eventually released.  Knowing it is deliberate, her hoping you will beg her to loosen your bonds you say nothing, not wanting to give her the satisfaction.

  Not getting a response from you over the too tight bonds she climbs astride your head and sits heavily on your face covering both your mouth and nose so you can’t breathe.  Again, knowing it is deliberate you try and control the panic rising within you, not wanting to give her the pleasure of feeling you writhe around under her in your desperation for oxygen.  But this is one thing you can’t beat her on, and she remains astride your head cutting off all your air just waiting for you to move.  You hold out as long as you can but eventually you become frantic, instinctively trying to move your head away from her pussy and bucking against the ropes, trying to throw her off you.

  Just as it feels your lungs are going to burst she lifts herself off your face, laughing as she does so.  Your face is bright red and your chest heaves with the effort of getting as much oxygen as you can into your lungs.  Giving you just enough time to recover she repeats it, this time moving her pussy up and down your face so that your nose rubs against her clitoris making her groan with pleasure.  Then instead of using her pussy to cut off your air supply she lifts herself off you and pinches your nose shut with her fingers while using her other hand to cover your mouth, pushing down hard to stop you turning your head away.  As she does so she leans close to your face, just because she wants to see the fear and panic in your eyes.  Several times she repeats it, until you are on the point of losing consciousness but just as suddenly as she started the ‘game’ of breath control she stops.

  ‘You see Roy, how much power I have over you?  I’ve promised to return you to her alive so don’t worry that I’m going to suffocate you, well not intentionally anyway, but I want you to know that I can do exactly what I like with you.  You belong to me and I control everything you do, even your breathing.  Just remember that.  Now time for more pleasure I think.’

  Sitting astride your head once again she lowers herself but stops a few inches from your face.  In order to reach her pussy you are forced to raise your head from the pillow.  Head still feeling fuzzy from ‘the game’ she played with you, you find it hard to focus but know that you have to pay attention to what she wants if you are to avoid punishment.  So tentatively you start stroking her clit with the stud in your tongue, having realised that she adores the feel of it.  You hope that it will help make her cum quickly so you can be untied from the bed.  It seems as if she is a mind reader because just as she is about to cum she demands you stop until she has herself under control.  Several times she stops you until you are reaching the point where you can’t bear the pain in your stretched arms and aching neck much longer.  You are sweating from the effort of trying to keep your head raised from the bed, but know that it won’t be long before you physically can’t keep up the torturous position.  Instinctively you know that is what she is waiting for.  She is toying with you, to show you just how much control she has over you.  As she raises herself away from your face and demands you start tonguing her again you are forced to push yourself through your pain threshold to stretch your arms even further to try and reach her, determined not to let her win.

  As you strain against the ropes holding you, you realise that the wall you had built up around your mind during the last few weeks is already crumbling.  She has managed to get you to play her game.  Either way she wins, if you collapse back onto the bed and beg her to release you or continue to fight against defeat she wins because she knows of the agonising pain you are putting yourself through just so that you don’t have to beg her for mercy.  Realising it, you stop trying to pull yourself up towards her and collapse back against the pillows, close your eyes and wait for her reaction.

  Her reaction isn’t the one you were expecting.  You had braced yourself for the beating of your naked and torturously stretched body that would surely come, but it doesn’t happen.  Instead she laughs.

  ‘I am going to have such fun with you Roy.  I know exactly what’s going through your mind.  I know that you are determined never to beg me for mercy, no matter what I do to you, and that is fine by me, I’m not really interested in hearing you beg.  All I’m interested in is your total obedience and 100% effort in everything I demand of you.  We both know what failure of either of those things mean and we both know that you will do your utmost to avoid failure.  I’m not a complete bitch, although at this moment you probably think I am the biggest bitch in the world but I assure you I’m not.  I do want to experiment with you though, because I am curious to see what your physical and emotional limits are.  I want to see just how far you can be pushed and how much effort you will put in for me before you physically can’t keep going in your given task.  Now I think perhaps I ought to release you from your bonds.  I wouldn’t want to completely cut off the circulation and have to have your hands and feet amputated now would I?’

  Lying there listening to her you are convinced that she wants to destroy you, or rather make you destroy yourself.  She’s certainly playing mind games with you.  Putting you through the horrors of the piercings at the tattoo parlour, followed by the humiliation with her dog and then the weeks of almost complete isolation, and one minute being fairly nice to you and the next being a complete bitch she appears to be trying to keep you off balance.  You desperately don’t want to be drawn into playing her sadistic games but you know that you have no choice when it comes to obedience and working hard for her.  You just pray that your efforts will be enough to keep her happy.

  Thinking about the Judge and the sentence hanging over both of us your thoughts turn to me, something which you have tried to avoid since being taken by Chrissie.  Thinking about what you have lost and the pain you have caused your true Mistress through a stupid mistake tears at your heart and makes it harder for you to shut your mind off into that faraway place.  But during times when you feel really low you can’t always stop those thoughts from creeping into your mind.

  Seeing the tears forming in your eyes Chrissie raises an eyebrow and says sarcastically ‘What’s the matter with you?  Not crying over your beloved Tracey are you?’

  Not daring to tell the truth incase it unleashes a torrent of abuse or torture you quickly reply ‘No Mistress, I think nothing of her anymore as you instructed.  The tears in my eyes are just because of the pain in my arms and legs now that you have released them.  Please Mistress, do you wish me to remain in this position now that you have released me or…..’

  ‘No, you don’t need to remain in position.  I want you to get the blood flowing back into those limbs as quickly as possible because then you are going to spend the rest of the day pleasuring me.’

  Trying to sit up you quickly realise that your arms are useless as you lower them to the bed to use as leverage to raise yourself up.  They are so numb you can’t put your weight on them.  Chrissie stands by the bed amused as she watches you trying to move your ‘dead’ arms so that you can rub them together to get the circulation going. 

Tempting as it is to stand there laughing at you for as long as it takes you to sort yourself out she is also desperate for sex.  It almost killed her having the man she has dreamt about for years, in her utility room for weeks and not raping him.  She almost regretted having you pierced because she couldn’t fuck you until the piercings healed.  But now the time has come for her to have you completely and she just knows that it will be worth the wait.  So climbing onto the bed she takes one arm in her hands and rubs vigorously.  As the blood flows swiftly back through your veins you whimper in pain, the tears in your eyes now really are because of the agony of the pins and needles as the blood rushes back through your veins.

  As you sit on the bed rubbing your arms and legs Chrissie stands in front of you legs spread, the fingers of her right hand slowly slide down her belly towards her bush, then gently on to her clit.  Gently pinching the bud between her thumb and forefinger she stimulates herself as she watches you.  She can’t help but be aroused at the sight of you.  For years she has dreamt of you, wondering where you were in the world and what you were doing.  Often she has imagined that she would wake up one day and find you standing at the door, a small box hiding a huge diamond ring in one hand and a smile on your face as you told her that you had realised that you had always loved her, before dropping down on one knee begging her to marry you.  And now here you are, in her bed completely hers as she has always dreamt of.  In her mind, it doesn’t matter that you are not here by choice; the only thing that matters is that you are here with her.  Your naked body is just as she imagined it would be; a slim stomach without an ounce of fat, muscular arms and legs and broad shoulders.  Your cock which she has yet to see erect looks good even in its flaccid state.  About 4 inches long and thick she knows that it is going to be a decent size when hard.  Not too big (what’s the point in having a huge cock, it hurts too much during sex) but most importantly not tiny either.  Moving her gaze from your cock to your face as she continues to slide her fingers in and out of her soaking wet pussy she gives a sigh of pleasure.  Your hair which hasn’t been cut for several weeks now looks wild and untameable but she thinks to herself it softens your face and gives you a youthful look, and that hopeless look in your eyes turns her on more than anything.

  ‘Ok slave, you should have sorted yourself out by now.  Get on the floor.’

  Obediently you start moving from the bed, only to find you fall in a heap on the floor as your legs refuse to take your weight.  Laughing, Chrissie grabs your slave collar and hoists you up onto your knees.  Automatically you put your hands behind your head and look at the floor.  Leaving you kneeling there Chrissie leaves the room but shortly returns carrying your shackles.  Tossing them casually to you the metal cuff on one catches your mouth making your lip bleed.  Instinctively you put one hand to your mouth to stem the flow of blood.  Obviously the wrong thing to do as Chrissie punches the side of your head knocking you against the corner of the bedside table, stunning you as you hit your head.  This time you make no move to stem the blood from the new wound above your ear.  Positioning yourself back into a kneeling position you put your hands back behind your head, leaving the blood to flow from both wounds.

  ‘Put the shackles on slave’ Chrissie barks the order at you.

  Watching you imprison your own limbs just because she told you to turns Chrissie on enormously.  She can hardly contain herself at the thought of being pleasured by a real life slave and the fact that it is the one man she has lusted after for years and who she always thought would be beyond her reach only makes it more exciting.

  When you’ve locked the last cuff tightly round your wrist she laces her fingers through your hair and pulls you upward so that you are no longer sitting on your haunches.

  ‘Wank!’

  Startled at the sudden instruction you fail to respond.  A slap across the face as she repeats the instruction gets you moving.

  ‘And use your left hand’.

  You don’t know why she wants you to use a particular hand but as with anything she does, she doesn’t need to have a reason.  You assume she wants to see you struggle to use the hand most men wouldn’t normally use, but for you it’s no problem, you’re left handed anyway.

  Slowly you reach down and take your limp cock in your hand, gently stroking it until it responds to your touch.  Your thoughts turn to me as you need to block Chrissie out if you are to be successful in your task.  Chrissie terrifies you so much you can’t respond to her.  Closing your eyes as your hand caresses your hardening cock you imagine you are with me, lying in bed in a room softly lit by fragranced candles.  The light from the flames flickering across my naked body, as I lie underneath you.  The smile on my face telling you how happy I am to be with you, while you make love to me.  The memories flooding your mind as you are lost in that happy place serve to give you the biggest erection you have ever managed. 

An exclaimed ‘Oh my God, that’s fucking huge!’ brings you abruptly back to the present.

  Dropping your grip on your cock it bounces slightly as you let it go.  Leaving it to stick out in front of you you put your hands back behind your head.  Chrissie rushes over with a tape measure, eager to see just how big it is, before it shrinks again.

  ‘Wow, that’s nine inches, not bad at all!’  She’s even more impressed by the girth. ‘Mmmm, I think I might have trouble sitting down afterwards!  I have a very tight cunt you know and that rod of yours is going to split me wide open.  I can’t wait!’  As you kneel there thinking that you really don’t care about the size of your cock or what it’s going to do to her she can’t help but add the biting comment ‘I bet your cock made no impression on her at all.  She must have a cunt like a bucket with all the men she’s screwed!’  It’s on the tip of your tongue to defend me against the nasty comment when you realise that she is hoping you will retaliate, just so that she can punish you. So sensibly you remain silent.

  Although you found it easy to get an erection by masturbating because you could dream of me, your heart sinks when you realise you will fail the next task miserably.  Chrissie has climbed back onto the bed and dragged you with her.  Ordering you to position yourself between her spread legs you know you are expected to fuck her and to do all the work.  You haven’t had sex for weeks and you have always found it difficult to maintain an erection when you have found yourself in bed with a woman you weren’t attracted to, let alone one you hate with all your heart.  Your heart sinks even more as she instructs you to keep your eyes open and look at her the whole time you are fucking her.  You were hoping that you could go back to that fantasy bedroom with me while you were screwing her.  If you could pretend she was me then you might be okay, but it you have to look at her you don’t have a hope in hell of maintaining a hard on.

  Trying your best you kneel between her legs taking your deflating cock in your hand.  You manage to get it hard enough to penetrate her but are not sure if that is what you are supposed to do immediately or whether she expects you to tongue her again.  Hesitantly you kneel there afraid to ask for instructions.

  Sensing your nervousness Chrissie give a huge sigh.

  ‘For fuck’s sake, anyone would think you were a fucking virgin with no idea how to screw a girl.  It shouldn’t have escaped your notice that my pussy is soaking wet already and waiting for your pathetic cock.  Now fucking get on with it!’

  Leaning over her you use a hand to guide your stiff cock towards the entrance to her cunt.  She is so wet you don’t have any problems sliding it in.  Your immediate thought is that she certainly doesn’t have the tight cunt that she claimed to have, you never had to force your cock in at all, it slipped in really easily.  It is however really difficult to try and gain any sort of rhythm with your wrists shackled.  You are unable to lean over her with a hand either side of her body as the chain between the cuffs isn’t long enough so you are forced to rest both hands on the bed to one side of her body which doesn’t help your balance. 

She writhes beneath you enjoying the sensation of the studs on each side of your cock piercing sliding up and down the walls of her vagina.  However, her pleasure is short lived as true to form you are unable to maintain your erection.

Furious that you have denied her the satisfaction she has craved for so long she screams at you, telling you what a worthless piece of shit you are.  Hanging your head, not in shame as you would have done with me but because you can’t bear to look at her anger distorted face you remain silent throughout her tirade.  You know that you are going to be punished for failing to satisfy her but feel nothing.  What she thinks of you and how she treats you don’t matter to you, as long as I remain safe from her that is all you care about.

  In Chrissie’s house there is no cellar, no dark underground torture chamber for her prisoner to be put through hell in but for her that is a minor detail.  She is fortunate to have a huge garden, at the bottom of which is a stone shed.  For a normal family it would probably be used to store garden furniture or maybe even be turned into a playhouse for their children but Chrissie isn’t normal and for her it makes a good place to have a punishment room.  The room has been soundproofed and the window removed so that the only light in the room would come from a naked lightbulb.

  It is this room to where you are dragged on your hands and knees.  Through the garden, over the gravel of the patio area you are hauled, Chrissie oblivious to the pain caused as the stones dig into your flesh.  Opening the door she pulls you in leaving you in a bleeding heap on the floor as she fumbles for the light switch.  Although you have convinced yourself you don’t care what happens to you, your heart lurches in fear as your eyes take in the instruments of torture lining the walls.  In an instant you are taken back to the day where I took out my anger on you, the results of which can still be seen faintly on your skin.  As scared as you are by the thought of being put through so much pain again you can’t bring yourself to beg Chrissie for mercy.  You also realise that if you really wanted to you could overpower her, the same as you did to me but you are acutely aware that to do so this time would result in far more serious consequences than last time so to Chrissie’s bitter disappointment you fail to respond at all to what you know is going to happen to you.

  Unfortunately for you your continuing failure to beg for mercy and your failure to apologise for your pathetic performance are making her madder than ever.  As far as she is concerned you are going to seriously suffer.