Diary of slave steve

Synopsis: This powerful story is about Female Domination. Steve is enslaved by the beautiful Goddess Samantha. She has her slaves crawl for her, worship her, suffer for her and they love every painful moment.

THE DIARY OF SLAVE STEVE

CHAPTER 1 (PROLOGUE)

I have been commanded to write a journal depicting my life with my Mistress and Goddess, the Supreme and Radiant Samantha.  I worship and obey her every whim. But it wasn't always that way in the sense I had no predisposition or inclination I was suited for a submissive lifestyle.  My new life truly began one autumn night in San Francisco when I had met a gorgeous, tall and voluptuous woman. She had green bewitching eyes and long platinum blonde hair. I fell into her power almost immediately, though I did put up a modicum of resistance to her. You see I was raised with male values when it came to relating to women. And so it was when I first met Samantha.

My name is Steve.  I am a computer nerd.  I am 5'7" tall, a small man.  My 147 pound body is lean and strong but not very athletic.  As I grew up I became used to being picked on by boys and laughed at by girls.  Some called me little man but all rejected anything that smacked of an advance towards them.  One girl told me I was a rejection looking for a place to happen.   I suspect it is what drove me to intellectual accomplishment, aka nerdville.  So you may understand my reaction when a woman paid attention to me.

I was at a party.  I found myself sitting on a sofa next to a stunning woman.  She was far too beautiful and sexy for me to believe she would even talk with me.   As I said I am a small, thin man hopefully with at least with average looks. I remember staring at her long nylon-sheathed legs crossed in front of me.   I tried to act nonchalant but I was hard pressed not to let my gaze focus on them.  I must have fallen into a star gazed trance because the woman next to me said with her musical British accent was; "You must like legs, huh?"

My trance ended right then while my face must have turned scarlet red from embarrassment.   All I could do was act like a stammering idiot.  My extreme discomfort was obvious.

"Tongue tied eh?  My name is Brenda.  What's yours?""

I had never met anyone like her. She was so authoritative as if She was absolute monarch of this land and merely deigning to speak with one of her lowly subjects, me; It was as if She bestowed a great honor on me.  I was clearly drawn to her in a sort of subordinate way.

"My name is Steve,"   My head was slightly bowed but unable to turn my gaze from her captivating green eyes.  Being with a woman who looked like Brenda was a new experience for me, one I am uncertain I was prepared for.   My gaze slipped once again to her legs.  By now I was making assessments.  She is a very tall woman.  I based this judgment on the length of her extra shapely legs.  She was taller than I, which is the story of my life was.  My mother keeps telling me for every pot there is a cover meaning of course I will meet a woman who is for me and who will want me for what I am, whatever that is. 

She extended her hand. "Nice to meet you Steve,” Then She raised her glass and indicated I should do the same.  "Here’s to a new friend."  We tipped glasses and drank our toast. 

I was actually wondering why this incredible woman who I know men would die for was even taking a few minutes talking with me.   She politely excused herself for a visit to the Powder room.  When she stood up and walked away I could not help but stare at her well-rounded ass.  I stood in respect.   I estimated her height at around five foot ten inches.   She was a good 3 inches taller than me.  I should mention my 5'7" was in shoes.  She had kicked off hers. She looked every bit like a high priced super model.  She fit a woman's image I dreamed about, beautiful Amazon Women who ate men for breakfast.   I noticed when She walked away other males were staring at her. It really is hard not to.  

It made me feel a bit more normal.  She is the kind of woman who could look you down with a smile and a cruel smirk, daring you to stay in her proximity.  And this is exactly how Samantha regarded me.  And I liked it.  Craved it would be more like it...

When she returned she sat back down on the sofa smiling at me seductively.  She exuded a super confidence unusual in a Woman.  Perhaps it was our size difference but it was quite evident I felt like I am a mouse staring at a snake.  When she was gone I polished off my drink and got another.  It was almost gone when she returned.

She must have noticed the result of the uptick of my alcoholic intake when she looked squarely at me and asked, "Are you drunk?”.

"Buzzed" I admitted. "Like everyone here," I prayed this was not the end of the evening with her.

She laughed. Looking around the room everyone was a step or two higher in the air than when they arrived.  The party like all parties had entered the stage when everyone was pairing off with those of the opposite sex.   This was usually the end of the evening for me.

She leaned closer and to me and to my total astonishment grabbed my crotch.

"What are you...?" I stammered.  

Her forefinger went to her lips as she cut me off, “Shhhhh".  I felt the growing bulge in my pants.

She took notice of this.  "So you like how I take charge, eh?"  She purred curling her lips into a cruel smile.  

I could not deny it.  She had overpowered me.  I already was aroused just being near her.   Now this she began massaging my cock still housed under my pants, zipper zipped.

This was clearly new ground for me.   "Uh..." I managed to utter.   I look hastily around the room to see if anyone was noticing. Everyone was involved talking, laughing and dancing with someone.  No one seemed to be looking in our direction. Probably no one cared. 

"Do I embarrass you?" She asked softly.  Her sound reminded me of a purring feline ready to pounce on her prey.

"Well, it's just that. That is I..." my mind whirled.  I didn't want to come off as a complete straight- lace nerd that I am but neither was I too happy having my crouch rubbed in public. I sighed. "It's just that I'm a fairly well, you know, private person."

"That’s it?' She mocked?

"What's it?" I asked, becoming confused.  No question I was completely intimidated by her aggressive behavior.  This was certainly no woman I had known before.

And then it came to me.  She was picking me up.  Me the super nerd, she had picked me out as her prey for the evening and was on her way to subdue me.  I heard of this but it never happened to me before.  It was a first for me and I was quickly aware that it was likely to be dramatic.  I thought this might never happen again to me so sit back and enjoy.  This beauty wasn't even as subtle as most guys are when they go for it.   On one hand I was very excited.  On the other I was scared shitless. 

Why me?  She pursued me in a way as if she intended to capture me.  Now I think if at the time I had known this is what She was doing I would have scrammed as fast as my little legs could carry me.  In retrospect the thought is immaterial.  I have met a power that is greater than I have and there is no way to resist it.   

She replied to my question with the penetrating gaze from her bewitching green eyes. "Is that it? Privacy is your only limitation when it comes to women?  Yummy, you will learn privacy is an inhibiting myth"

I gulped. "Well it's certainly was a limit until now. I don't know if I have other limits, I haven't ever thought about that much. I have to admit I am not used to being near a woman like you."

She turned away seeming disgusted with me.  Dummy had said the wrong thing again. It was if a dark cloud passed blocking the sun.  I was blowing it.  I did not want to screw this opportunity up.  I badly needed her attention on me to return.   I clumsily retorted, “I'm really not that reserved.  I can be flexible, very flexible.  Especially if there is a good reason to be so, really!  It's one of my, well my strengths. You know."

I gulped hoping she would respond.

She turned back to me with what was now a very cruel smile.  My hearted skipped a beat.  "How do you mean?" She cocked her head, indicating her interest.

"Well, at work I am totally professional and at home I'm relaxed, like most people. But I can fit into both places with no problem."

"And who can you be when you're alone?"

I hesitated a moment, sensing the importance of my answer.  I felt her aura encompassing me.  I knew this was the most sexually urgent moment of my life. I was hopelessly drawn to her.  "I can be anybody you want me to be,” I blurted out.  And it was the truth.  Her gaze back to me said she believed me.

She put her drink down and moved closer to me. Her face was a blaze of serious thought. "You really just told me two things, you know.”

"I did?" was my surprised answer. 

"Yes, you did. You see I am an expert with people knowing what they really mean, even if they don't."

So what are the two things?' I asked frowning a little.

"You said you could be anybody in a private setting but you also told me, and I believe truthfully, that you could be anybody you want to be.  Isn't that so?"

I was a bit embarrassed.  She didn't miss much. She was pointedly sharp and her mind was very clear, very in-control.  I was warming to her manner of cognition. “I guess I did. So since you are an expert, what does it mean?"

Suddenly she lunged her face forward so our noses nearly touched.  I felt her hot breath fanning in my face. "It means," She hissed. "That why we need to go somewhere private. NOW!"  I could only nod in agreement.

I wasted no time jumping up from the sofa.  We were out the door in minutes.  She had me like I was her puppy dog as I followed where she led.  We took a short walk. She had me tell her about life family and me.  Then she told me about her.

"Well if you must know! I'm a filthy rich bitch from England. My father was a big oil tycoon in Europe.   He was a multimillionaire with a bad heart.  My mother died in a boating accident two years ago and my father died just a week later.   I was their only child and heir.   I am now worth more than 15 million dollars, give or take a few thousand.  My annual income exceeds 1.5 million annually.   At the time these tragedies occurred while I was here in the United States studying computer science at Stanford University.  When I graduated I decided to settle here in California.  I went to work for a small dot.com company.  Now I own it.  So now you know as much about me as you have to.  By the way, do you have a car?"  

I nodded in the affirmative.  She suggested we should go somewhere private and asked where the car was parked.  It was not far away.  I did not need instruction to know I was expected to lead her to it.   My future began here, at my car.  I had no idea it was the beginning of what I was to be.

When we arrived at the car she directed me to unlock all the doors.  This was done by pushing the unlock button.  "Open the back door.  I don't ride in the front."  She commanded.   I obeyed her.  I opened the rear door for her like I was her chauffeur and held it open until she entered the car.  I slammed the door shut and got into the driver's seat.  I was going to take her to my place which was a disgrace.  I breathed a sigh of relief when she suggested we go to hers.  She took a piece of paper out of her purse and handed it to me.  "This will provide the directions you need."  It was a map with written directions from four key places in the city.  I grinned in anticipation of what was to be.

She possessed a casual, commanding attitude.  I accepted what she said without question.  It vaguely worried me but I attributed that to my current good fortune.  I think I was concerned when the moment came I could perform.  I had heard many males who feel they are looking upward are so tense they fail to please.  Plus I was still a virgin. If she had demanded the keys to my car, my number one possession in this world, I would have probably given them to her without hesitation.  She had cast a spell on me.  

It was very clear henceforth, everything would be her way.  I understood she expected her every wish to be fulfilled by those around her, me included.  This could prove to be troublesome to my concept of a relationship but the future wasn't really in the forefront of my mind.  I set the rear view mirror to focus on the lower part of her body, her legs in particular.  I could barely keep my eyes from stealing to her smooth, long and silky legs erotically crossed sitting aristocratically in the rear seat of my car. 

At one point I had taken my eyes off the road and had to swerve slightly to stay in my lane.  My thoughts were completely centered on her and what was going on inside of me.  I just knew this was something very serious but had no clue to what that meant.   I was caught up with the moment of her powerful presence and powerful sex appeal, one so powerful that one felt helpless in her presence.   Her aura was so substantial there was no way one could deny her anything.  No question she is a very superior dominant personality, gorgeous and commanding.  She is a Goddess named Samantha.

Samantha. I repeated the name in my head remembering it was the name of a powerful Goddess. How perfectly appropriate I thought. Little did I know how accurate such a description of her was?  But I knew very little about this astounding creature sitting like a queen behind me.  This would all change when we arrived at her place.

It was upscale. Definitely a money area and money pad, I thought to myself, Samantha the Goddess. She was rich and beautiful.  This incomparable combination should have telegraphed things would be her way or the highway.  She obviously always had money and always got pretty much what she wanted.  Her dress was understated and did not express big bucks.  But her demeanor characterized that she always got what she wanted.  She towered over me.  Her superior height forced me to look up at her piercing gaze. I had really no idea what this Goddess' intentions were.   It did not matter as long as they involved me.

Her house had a circular drive, which I entered.   I stopped the car directly at her front door.  When I stepped out of the car I stared in awe at the house.  She had not lied.  She was a very rich young woman.  She waited for me to open the car door for her and bow her out of it.   A regal queen emerged from my automobile.  She walked directly to the front door of her house paying no attention to me at all.  She reached in her purse and took out a bunch of keys.  She selected the key she wanted and made as if she wanted me to take them.  I reached for them and as I almost had them she deliberately dropped them.  They plunked onto the brick porch.  She waited glaring at me.  I sheepishly bent down and recovered them.  She still glared at me offering no assistance.  I really felt stupid.  I looked at the keys and did not know which one fit the lock on the door.  I separated car keys, [She had three different ones], a safe deposit key.  There was three left to choose from.  I tried each of them.  Naturally it was the third key that opened the lock to the door.    I held the door for her and she entered.  "My keys," She demanded.  I handed them to her.

She stood there in the entry hall with her coat on.   She waited impatiently.  I asked if I could take her coat.  She simply let it slide to the floor, and then placed her hands on her hips.  I bent to pick it up, saw the hall closet, got a hanger and hung it up along with mine.  "Not yours.  Hold onto your coat."

She then walked to a room off the hallway.  I followed her, coat in hand.  I felt foolish.  She went over to a gorgeous bar and poured herself a glass of wine without offering me one.  She took her wine and moved over to a chair and sat down comfortably. She crossed her beautiful legs, sipped her wine and lit a cigarette.  She stared at me as if I was a freak.  I just stood in the center of the room waiting for her to say something.  It wasn't a long wait.

"Strip!' She commanded.

The shock on my face told it all.  

"I said take off your clothes NOW!" Samantha repeated. "I want to see if the rest of your body is attractive as your face."

No one had every told me I had an attractive face.  Plus isn't sex why I came here? I do not know what came over me but I obeyed her and began stripping for this woman.  I laid my neatly folded coat on the floor then took my clothes off and began laying them in a neat pile on top of my coat.  When I was completely nude, Samantha ordered me to stand at attention.  She got up and circled my body, sipping her wine as she inspected my body head to toe.  She took another sip of wine; her eyes were staring intently at me.  Then without warning came her stern command, "Kneel!'

I got down on my knees.  I felt that is where I belonged under the circumstances.

"Lick my shoes," She demanded.  I bent my head and licked her black high-heeled sandals.  I felt incredible.  Natural! 

She enjoyed my submissive attention for a short moment, then walked away to the bar leaving me on my knees wondering what I was supposed to do. I started to follow but she cut me short with a harsh command. "Don't make a move unless I tell you to. Stay there on your knees." I could see her refilling her glass; she made herself comfortable on the couch and crossed her legs as she stared at me.

She smoked her cigarette and sipped her wine for five minutes until she snapped her fingers pointing to the floor in front of her.  I started to rise.  I was stopped in my tracks.  "Crawl slave."  I obeyed her not being able to cope with the cravings that were building up within me.  I crawled to her feet.  She called me slave.  Why did I like this?

Samantha knew that I could see her nylon tops and the soft bare skin of her thighs.  She wanted me hot. She extended her foot with a shoe dangling from her toes.  Her legs were crossed.  Her desires were unspoken. She loved the way my little pink tongue shot out of my mouth to lave her leather. She kept me at it while she enjoyed her wine. From time to time I had to take my tongue into my mouth to moisten it. Each time I did, Samantha jabbed me with her foot to let her know I was not pleasing her.   My cock was throbbing as it never had before.

When she finished the last drop of her wine she ordered me to stop and kneel at attention. She did not want me to sit back on my heels. I was to be straight up.   When I reached this position she ordered me to spread my knees further apart. I was to put my hands over my head and stay that way until she told me otherwise.  The position wasn't very comfortable. Samantha stood up and started walking around me. She would stop occasionally as she talked, as if to stress a point. When she was in front of me my eyes stayed glued to her legs and hips.  I took extra notice she was wearing those luscious black stockings and garters with a very sexy black dress that had slits up the sides allowing occasional views of her splendid legs and thighs.

She demanded I pay attention to what she had to say to me.  "I am not looking for a boy friend or lover." Samantha said softly.  "I am seeking a slave. I want a slave who will obey my every command."   She was standing behind me now.  "A slave that is perfect in every way is quite difficult to find," She continued. "I believe though, I have found that slave in you, Steve.  So that is what you will be from now on.  You do understand this, don't you slave? 

I had nothing to say.  By now this was no surprise to me.  I knew if these were her terms I had to accept them without question.  I knew I needed Samantha.  I had never been stirred like this.

"You will serve as my total slave. I will allow you to one chance to make your yeah/nay decision to submit to me in a few moments.  But you should know before you do whatever you do will be irrevocable.  Once a slave, he is always a slave.  I will demand that you obey me without hesitation.  You will memorize, accept and live by my fifteen rules. I will read them to you so there is no question what your obligations to me are.  Listen carefully because you must accept them all or none at all.  If it is none you will dress and leave immediately.  Here they are:

1.  Slaves are not allowed to speak unless spoken to.

2. Slaves must address me as either Mistress Samantha or Goddess Samantha      except in public where I am to be addressed as Lady Samantha.

3. Slaves must kneel in my presence and crawl like a worm at all times unless told otherwise.

4. Slaves may never look directly in my face or cunt without my permission. Slave eyes must be kept on my feet.

5. Slaves must obey all commands without hesitation or reservation, NO EXCEPTIONS.  .

6. Slaves may not have organisms without my permission. If caught masturbating, the mandatory penalty will be fifty lashes.  Spontaneous ejaculation will be deemed slave loss of self-control and will bear the same penalty as unauthorized willful masturbation.

7. Slave permitted ejaculations require slaves to clean up all traces of semen with their slave tongues. 

8. Slave routine chores are mandatory and will be satisfactorily performed to my complete satisfaction.  These may be domestic or personal in nature. 

9. Slaves must accept and all punishment determined necessary at my sole discretion.  After a punishment session slaves must first thank me for my efforts to make them into better slaves.  Slaves must always kiss my hand and the instrument of punishment used.

10. Slaves must be hairless at all times with special attention to legs and balls.  Slaves caught with stubble will be punished. 

11. Slaves will at all times will be nude or dressed as female.

12. Slaves are never permitted to leave my house without my permission.

13. Slaves interest in any other Female is expressly forbidden.  Even askance glances will be considered a violation of this rule and subject to 50 lashes mandatory punishment.

14. Slaves understand the Female of the species is Superior.  It is mandatory slaves obey and serve my Female Supremacist friends as if it was Me.

15. Slaves must know their place at all times.  Slaves must always remember they are nothing but slaves and my property to do with as I wish. Slaves have no rights or freedoms, except that which I expressly allow you."

I swallowed hard.  I knew I would accept her terms and already was her slave because I needed to be near this Goddess and it was obvious she had no other use for me.

“You will live in here with me where you will serve me twenty four hours a day.  Any disobedience will result in the harshest punishment you can imagine” Samantha moved in front of me, her stomach was only inches away from my face. I wanted to press my face onto her skirt.   She went on.  "After two weeks of continuous service to me, and if I'm satisfied with your service I will put you on a one month probation period to see if you pass my ultimate test of being my complete slave. If you pass, we will marry and you will be my property to do with as I desire.  Life will not be easy for you. Your only pleasure will be serving me as a faithful slave. Your reward will be my pleasure and happiness."

She drew closer to me, pressing her stomach lightly to my face. I kissed the fabric over her mound.  She placed her hand on the back of my head then threw down a slave contract for me to read.  I was allowed five minutes to read and either accepted it or leave. She briefly walked out of the room to give me some time alone to read the contact and decide my fate.

She returned exactly five minutes later. She was expecting a decision from me.  "The choice is now yours.   You are a slave or you’re gone.  Well?"

I said. “I need to serve you as your slave.”

She smiled. "Do you realize the meaning behind your words?”

"Yes” I said.

"Excellent.  Sign the contract." She demanded.

After I signed it, she took it with my belongings on the floor upstairs. "Stay in that position until I return.  If you move you will be punished."

I stayed on my knees with my hands above my head. She was gone nearly fifteen minutes.  My arms and knees were beginning to ache. 

MISTRESS SAMANTHA'S SLAVES CONTRACT

This Agreement is made this ___day of_________, 200_ by and between Samantha _________, hereinafter knows as MISTRESS, OWNER or Goddess, and steve_________ hereinafter known as slave.

WHEREAS both individuals to this agreement have substantial personal considerations that make entering into this Agreement of considerable personal value to each.  Both parties to this Agreement have carefully considered all the implications that may result as a consequence of entering into this Agreement.   Thus it is the expressed wish of the parties hereto that all covenanted as set forth herein be legal and binding on both parties hereto from this date forth until the end of the world.

ARTICLE I

The purpose of this Agreement is to establish a short-term relationship of two weeks duration between MISTRESS and slave.   This relationship will substantially reduce and/or eliminate all rights normally permitted slave who agrees to surrender them to MISTRESS of his own free will and without recourse for the entire term of this Agreement.   Henceforth slave is the personal property of MISTRESS whose rights are unlimited as to the use and disposition of slave.

ARTICLE II

This Agreement provides for the following obligations or covenants of slave:

Slave shall obey all rules as set forth by MISTRESS SAMANTHA. 

A copy of MISTRESS' RULES is attached and made part if this Agreement in its entirety.

Rules may be modified or amended at the sole discretion of MISTRESS SAMANTHA.

Slave is required to provide 24/7 servitude to the sole benefit of MISTRESS SAMANTHA

Obedience is mandatory.  The word "NO" is no longer part of his vocabulary.

This Agreement is irrevocable to slave

Slave accepts any punishment prescribed by MISTRESS SAMANTHA without exception or appeal.

Slave understands this Agreement may be transferred to others at the sole discretion of MISTRESS SAMANTHA.

Slave acknowledges MISTRESS SAMANTHA' determination he is nothing but an inanimate object to her or others associated with her.

Slave is chattel property

Slave is confined to the residence of MISTRESS SAMANTHA unless She determines otherwise.

Slave agrees any default of this Agreement will create an obligation on his part to pay as liquidated damages the sum of $250,000 U.S, Dollars to MISTRESS SAMANTHA.  A Promissory note is attached herein made and signed by slave to the benefit of MISTRESS SAMANTHA who may immediately exercise her rights should slave default on any of his obligations.

Slave's demeanor and behavior shall always be exemplary.

ARTICLE III

This Agreement provides for the following obligations or covenants of MISTRESS SAMANTHA:

MISTRESS will assume Ownership of slave.

MISTRESS is responsible for her property

MISTRESS will house slave

MISTRESS will feed slave

MISTRESS will clothe slave

ARTICLE IV

MISTRESS SAMANTHA may after the term of this Agreement has expired, exercise an option to renew it for additional thirty-(30) days.   Should MISTRESS SAMANTHA exercise said option slave will have a period of up to 5 minutes from the moment the option is exercised to accept or reject further service.  If accepted all the terms and any others determined to be in the interest of MISTRESS SAMANTHA may be amended and attached to this Agreement.

(b) MISTRESS SAMANTHA may, if said option of ARTICLE IV (a) is exercised, add an option on the date of such exercise that will require slave to submit to marriage at the conclusion of the term-said option expires.  This option may be added and amended by MISTRESS SAMANTHA to this Agreement at any time whether or not slave agrees or is a party to it.

WHEREAS WE now affix our signature to this document this ___day of________, 200_.   We both do so of our own free will, without reservation or concern. 

X___________________________     X ___________________________

               MISTRESS                                          slave

ATTACHMENT I                MISTRESS RULES

1.  Slaves are not allowed to speak unless spoken to.

2. Slaves must address me as either MISTRESS SAMANTHA or GODDESS SAMANTHA      except in public where I am to be addressed as LADY SAMANTHA.

3. Slaves must kneel in my presence and crawl like a worm at all times unless told otherwise.

4. Slaves may never look directly in my face or cunt without my permission. Slave eyes must be kept on my feet.

5. Slaves must obey all commands without hesitation or reservation, NO EXCEPTIONS.  .

Slaves may not have organisms without my permission. If caught masturbating, the mandatory penalty will be fifty lashes.  Spontaneous ejaculation will be deemed slave loss of self-control and will bear the same penalty as unauthorized willful masturbation.

7. Slave permitted ejaculations require slaves to clean up all traces of semen with their slave tongues. 

8. Slave routine chores are mandatory and will be satisfactorily performed to my complete satisfaction.  These may be domestic or personal in nature. 

9. Slaves must accept and all punishment determined necessary at my sole discretion.  After a punishment session slaves must first thank me for my efforts to make them into better slaves.  Slaves must always kiss my hand and the instrument of punishment used.

10. Slaves must be hairless at all times with special attention to legs and balls.  Slaves caught with stubble will be punished. 

11. Slaves at all times will be nude or dressed as female.

12. Slaves are never permitted to leave my house without my permission.

13. Slaves interest in any other Female is expressly forbidden.  Even askance glances will be considered a violation of this rule and subject to 50 lashes mandatory punishment.

14. Slaves understand the Female of the species is Superior.  It is mandatory slaves obey and serve my Female Supremacist friends as if it was Me.

15. Slaves must know their place at all times.  Slaves must always remember they are nothing but slaves and my property to do with as I wish. Slaves have no rights or freedoms, except that which I expressly allow you."

Mistress Samantha returned coming down the stairs the room I was waiting in, She was dressed differently in a black leather corset, which covered her breasts and came down her waist. She had on black leather panties and black leather boots that came to her thighs. Finally she wore a pair of black leather elbow length gloves on her hands in which She was carrying a black leather dog collar, black leather hood, and pair leather handcuffs.  She anticipated when she returned I would have signed the Agreement. She laid them on the floor in front of me.

"Crawl over here to my feet slave. First bring me the signed Agreement.  Then fetch the items on the floor.” She commanded.

I did as she ordered. I crawled on my hands and knees to where she was sitting and laid the paraphernalia at her feet.  I knelt there looking at the face of my beautiful Mistress.  I was feeling the first signs of love for my Mistress Samantha. In time I would grow to love her more than life itself.  I would literally worship the ground she walked on.

She slapped my face. "You have been my slave only a short time and already you have already have disobeyed me." She said sharply.  I was stunned. I didn't know what I had done.  "How dare you look at my face without my permission slave?  It looks like you want to feel my whip.  So you will.  You will receive five lashes for your disobedience."

I lost no time dropping my eyes to her boots. "Kiss both of my feet," She ordered. I bent forward and kissed each boot, tasting the leather with my tongue. “Now repeat for me the fifteen rules that you are to live by slave." The shock and fear showed in my eyes. I knew I couldn't remember all of them. “You will receive five lashes for everyone you forget," She stated.  My mouth was getting dry. I tried to clear my mind in order to help me remember better. I took a deep breath to relax and slowly started to repeat the rules the best I could remember them.

I could not remember all of them.  I felt a dread overtake me. "Is that it?" She demanded.

"Yes, Samantha." I whispered in soft voice.

"Yes what?" Samantha shouted.

Oh shit!  "Yes Mistress Samantha".

"Slave, you have just earned quite a few lashes.  Five lashes for daring to look at my face. Five more lashes, for just now addressing me improperly.  Another twenty- five for the five rules you were unable to remember.  That's thirty- five so far."  She said. "Oh yes for flirting with other women tonight, let's make it an even fifty lashes." 

I was in total shock. I couldn't believe it.

"I think that you will be a surprised at just how obedient a slave becomes after fifty lashes."

I was starting to sweat.

"Put the dog collar on first," She commanded, kicking it with her foot.  I put it on around my neck fastening it: "You look more handsome with the slave collar on."

She commented.  Her comments didn't do a dam thing for my ego. She kicked the leather hood.  "Now that slave" The hood was made to fit completely over my head. There was a large opening in the front that exposed my nose and mouth.  The rest of the hood would cover my eyes and ears.

I would not be able to see anything and my hearing would be diminished somewhat as well. The hood zipped shut on the back of the head and there was a catch that could be locked so it could not be removed.  I put it on over my head. Mistress Samantha had to help me zip it down because of the tight fit. She locked the catch.  I was helpless. Finally Mistress Samantha placed the leather cuffs on my wrists and locked them together with my hands bound in front of me.  I felt her connecting the metal leash to my collar.

"We shall now go to my dungeon for your punishment and my pleasure, Have you ever been in a dungeon slave?" She asked. The hood muffled her voice, but I could hear her words all right.  

I nodded no; I had never been in a dungeon before.  That I was scared shitless was an understatement. 

She tugged on the leash indicating I was to follow her blindly like an obedient puppy dog. We went to her dungeon but for some dumb reason I assumed we were heading for her bedroom.   It must have been due to the enormous lust I had for her.  When we came to a halt I felt Mistress Samantha unhook the leash. "Stand there and don't move slave."  A minute or two passed.  I heard her voice behind me. "Open your mouth wide,” She ordered. She put something round made out of hard rubber into it.  A strap was fastened tightly around my head. I couldn't dislodge the hard rubber object from my mouth. It was there to stay until Mistress Samantha decided otherwise. I was unable to talk or scream. I could only moan and not too loudly at that. "Slave, this room is quite sound proof, but I 'm not in the mood to hear a lot of screaming tonight," She said with a small chuckle. I was glad someone found the situation funny.

Mistress Samantha then lifted my wrists and hooked something to the cuffs. I felt my arms being pulled upward. My wrists were raised until my toes touched the floor. The crank of the pulley stopped. I hung there suspended by my wrists; I knew eventually I would have trouble with my circulation if I hung suspended for very long time. A strap was wrapped around my ankles binding them together. I couldn't raise my legs in this position; I was completely at Mistress Samantha’s mercy.  My body was exposed and ready for the punishment she would inflict.

Due to fear, the gag in my mouth, the hood, and the position I was hanging in I began to feel as if I was going to suffocate. I started breathing through my nose harder and faster.  If that been allowed to go on I would have hyperventilated and blacked out.  "Don't breathe so fast slave" She commanded.  I ignored her command. I had to get air in my body. Her hand took hold of my testicles and squeezed them. Her hand was like a vise. I tried to jerk from her grip, but my bonds held me in place. My moans quickly became those of pain until I finally I gained control of my breathing, her grip never loosened.  There was a terrible ache in my balls after she had released them. “A Woman can make a man do anything if she has the right grip on his balls slave.  Don't forget that" Mistress Samantha definitely had a point.

This scene already turned her on.  She determined the first priority in my captivity would be breaking down my resistance and will.  The idea is to smash every thought in a slave's head until it was empty and ready to receive what she wished to put in it.  She really looked forward this. It was going to take some stern discipline and great deal of physical abuse to soften me to the point where I would fear her totally so there was no question of her domination of me.   Slaves must have only one mindset that of their Owners desires.

It would be imperative for her to use her whip to get the maximum performance from me when she desired prolonged periods of cunnilingus and analingus pleasures. It would also be necessary for efficient toilet training. Her pussy was wet with excitement as she prepared for a long evening of torturing my body and mind. No part of my body would escape her abuse.

She started off by shooting rubber bands at my balls to tease me. Then she placed nipple clamps on my soft nipples. A loosely handing chain attached them to each other.  The clamps were methodically tightened until I began lurching from the pain, then She gave them one more turn for good measure.  Every so often she pulled on the chain, bringing tears to my eyes and causing me to wiggle which told her what was happening to me

My cock was erect.  She whipped it along with my balls with her tiny whip made especially that purpose.   It became flaccid in a hurry. 

For the following ten minutes there was nothing, but silence. I didn't know if Mistress Samantha was in the room or she was gone. Those few minutes seemed like an eternity. As I hung there I occasionally tried to lift myself in order to relieve the pressure on my wrists. They were hurting.  I wonder if Mistress Samantha was going to leave me like this all night when the sudden bite of a riding crop got me in the flank. The pain almost sent me through the ceiling. It burned like nothing I could remember and I instinctively knew that a welt or blister had been left on my bottom. The gag proved most effective in stifling my screams.

"How do you feel, slave?" asked Mistress Samantha. The only answer I could give was a moan. "So you like it.  Good. Get used to it. There is forty-nine more coming." 

With that statement my moans grew more insistent as I helplessly struggled against my bonds. I was totally at her mercy and I didn't think she was going to show me any. Mistress Samantha began to rub the riding crop softly on different parts of my body. The feeling was almost sensuous. She removed my gag briefly and placed the crop against my lips. "Kiss it, then beg for the punishment you so richly deserve slave of mine” She demanded.

I kissed the instrument of my torment and then I begged. "Please Mistress Samantha punish me for my disobedience to you. Only strict discipline can mold me into the slave you desire." Saying that hurt me mentally. The idea of begging for the pain was quite humiliating.  She replaced the gag back in my mouth. The riding crop struck the back of my thighs. Nine times it thrashed me it sending me into a maddening frenzy as I lurched, wiggled and did every body movement I could to mitigate the pain.  I tried to lift my legs to ward off the blows but the strap around my ankles kept them in place. The burning pain was unbelievable.  My eyes filled with tears. "Forty more slave." my moans were now those pleading for her to stop, to show mercy on me.

I would have done anything for her to stop the pain. "You will be a very obedient slave after this?  You do want to be a better slave, don't you?" asked Mistress Samantha. I nodded my head up and down indicating I do. "I can see by your disgusting sweat that you're scared. You should be. If I decide I can be your worst nightmare. Now I will proceed with your training and you will learn to obey. "She continued.”You are stupid and scared, but you will learn to serve and obey me. Won't you slave?" This was followed by another shot on each ass cheek and she continued speaking. The riding crop paralyzed me with its uncontrollable fury as it tore up my bottom. There would be blisters there for a week. I felt as if I was going to pass out. The attack on my bottom went on forever. "Twenty left, slave." I was given a few minutes to recover, during which I questioned my own sanity for allowing myself to be put in this position.

Before I could arrive at a sensible answer my back exploded into a gut-wrenching agony. Mistress Samantha criss-crossed my back with the last twenty lashes.  When it was over I was left to hang for fifteen minutes or longer. My wrists were numb from the lack of circulation. Finally I felt Mistress Samantha’s hands undoing the strap around my head and the gag was taken out of my mouth. It was good to be able to breathe again. The riding crop was once again placed on my lips. "Kiss it and thank me,” She demanded.  I kissed it and thanked her for the fifty lashes.

"Thank you Mistress Samantha. Thank you very much for taking the time to train me to be your proper slave. I know that I am unworthy of your attention and I am very appreciative that you will allow a worthless slave such as me to learn his place at your feet. I am sorry you had to waste your time with me. I will try to be a better slave and make you proud of me." I said.

She seems pleased with me at that moment as she held her gloved hand to my mouth saying “Use your tongue, slave. Smooth the leather up my arms." I worked and worked at making sure every crease was out of her glove before relaxing my head. "You didn't do a very good job slave. That will cost five more lashes. Here try the other arm. "Her plan included finding fault with everything I did and she did just that.

"You call this smoothed?  I call it lazy. That will cost another ten." She said as she picked up a rubber cat of nine tail whip and without hesitation whipped me soundly. She made sure that the whip covered every inch of my flesh, flogging me cruelly from just above my knee to the top of my back. Mistress Samantha let herself go. When she finished, my back, ass and thighs were a mass of redness, welts and fire, just the way she wanted me.  Leaving me hanging she squeezed my balls again and gave my cock a few jerks then returned to squeeze my balls. She wanted it up and her thrashings had an effect of reducing both my resistances to her and unfortunately my erection. That wouldn't' do for Mistress Samantha. She took pride in the knowledge that she could affect men in this manner and she intended to use her upper hand to the fullest. She was determined to have me grovel. To be humiliated and whipped,   and for me too not only accept it but wants it.

She cupped my chin as she squeezed my balls. "Slave!" I heard her say, "You've got a lot to learn in the next few hours. Uppermost is the fact that you do not say anything or do anything unless I give you permission.  Understand?"

"Yes Mistress” I said as she squeezed my balls harder.  I cringed while she twisted and tormented them. "You will say nothing unless you're asked a direct question. Do you understand slave?"

"Yes Mistress." was my only reply. She stood back and started to ask something but she cut it off quickly, angrily jumping to her feet and slapping my face. "You know the rules slave. No talking unless I allow it. And I didn't."  To remedy this she put the ball gag in my mouth again. Then she lit a candle and a cigarette. She continued to lecture me while she blew smoke in my face. 'Well I must say, I did a very good job on you now. “She laughed. " I like your body now, all red and covered with welts and it am hot.
You got such a cute little cock. Do you still think you can get it up   what’s the matter? You can't talk because your mouth is full. Just as well. You did put your foot in it.  As for the ball gag it is to teach you that use for your mouth has little or no value for anything other than pleasuring me.  Oh eventually I'll take the rubber ball out and when I do it I want you to beg to lick my sweet pussy or drink my delicious golden wine. Or eat out my asshole and whatever comes out of it. And maybe I'll take that rubber ball out so you can suck some cock. You will probably enjoy it once you've tried. I've got so many plans for you slave."

"It's not going to be that bad. You'll learn to adore me. You'll beg to worship me. You'll see. Once a male is put in his place- - once his spirit is broken- - he's hopelessly submissive and totally dependent on the superior female once he sees the 'light'.  Men already know that a woman is brighter, stronger emotionally, lives longer and is ultimately better. Still they play their games like you tried, just because they listen to their egos before they listen to their brain."   She continued to torture me by teasing me with the cigarette and pouring hot candle wax all over my cock. Then she rubbed the lit end of her cigarette on my pee-hole, which causes me to squirm violently.

This made her pussy so hot and wet that she had to remove her panties.   She placed them over my face, I inhaled her intoxicating aroma.  Meanwhile she was getting hungry and wanted to take a break but first she wanted to get off with an organism. So she proceeded to remove her clothes. She turned on her electric vibrator and placed it against her aroused clit. With the other hand she struck a match and held it against my bruised balls. My body wiggled as the match burned my testicles. She dangled the match towards and away me repeatedly. When the match burnt down she lit another one and she put the flame of this one around the side of my pee-hole.

Meanwhile the vibrator shook and satisfied her erect clit and pulsating pussy. Her knees began to give a little. The flame nudged upon my pee-hole. The more I squirmed the hotter Mistress Samantha got. "Oh my god," She groaned, staring at the flickering light on my penis tip. She was getting a super feeling and finally she exploded in big powerful organism. Pussy juices were pouring out of her vaginal opening. It streaked down her legs. She turned off the vibrator and blew out the match. Afterwards, taking some rope, she wrapped it around my balls and over the base of my cock. She mocked me as she let out a loud evil laugh as she departed the dungeon.

She returned thirty minutes later and looked me over as she painfully pulled the clamps off my nipples. Then she pinched and massaged my body with her long fingernails and finally untied my ankles replacing them with shackles that had a four-inch chain between my ankles. She released my wrists from suspended bondage sending me down on my hands and knees.

She finally removed the gag. "You will kiss my boots and thank me properly for the abuse I gave to you, I tell you this once. You will sound extremely grateful or you will suffer more."

"Ohghhhh," I said.

Laughing She untied the gag.  I kissed her boots and told her how grateful I was that She taken the time to discipline me with her torture.  Mistress Samantha balanced her stiletto heeled boot on her toes, heel extended. "Suck it slave, just like it was a cock." My lips were wrapped around the heel. The feeling I put into it gave Mistress Samantha all she needed to know.  Now whenever she wanted me excited, all she had to do was put my tongue to work while I knelt before her. "I like the way you do that, slave. I like having you on your knees after I've whipped and tortured you seeing you suck my high heel."

Sitting on a stool I was to crawl to her where she gently stroked my face." Was you’re Mistress too hard on your poor body, slave?"

I melted as she posed the question. "No Mistress."  But it was hellish,

"But you will feel better if perhaps I should whip you some more?" 

"Please Mistress. Do whatever you wish." I said.

"You know I'll be doing as I wish, slave. But I am not an inconsiderate Mistress. Would you like to drink some water?"  Then she walked and returned with a dog bowl of water and ordered, "Drink, slave. Lap up like a dog you are.  You will get used to this bowl.  This is how slaves drink water.  And eat as well." She said.  Putting her foot on my back, by using the spiked end of her heel. She pushed my face into the doggie dish. "Lap it all up, slave. When I give you a present I expect you to enjoy it."  By then it was well into the early hours and she decided to wind things down for the night. She put my mouth to work on her boots again. While I was licking and kissing, them. She playfully dragged her cat tail whip on my shoulders. The idea was to get my cock up, not to punish me. This was sensuous. "Oh the slave is all hot and bothered by his Mistress?" She said.

"Yes, Mistress, I am, Oh yes, Mistress I love your boots and feet. I said.

"Don't get too amorous with them yet slave. I've got more in mind for you." Then she leashed me again and guided me to her throne where she sat her beautiful body. Grabbing my cock she began to massages it as I was begging to lick her boots. Then she had me slip them off with my mouth, using my teeth on her heels. She had me lick the sweat off her feet and suck her toes individually. She guided me by the leash.  She had me kissing her legs and thighs.  Here I thought I had died and went to heaven.  She was getting more aroused.  Her hand began massaging my cock vigorously.   I was on the verge of coming, begging for relief. But she painfully denied me as she brought ecstasy into agony by kicking me hard in the groin.  I doubled over on the floor in pain. Then she kicked my side as she demanded that I orally satisfy her. She grabbed my leash and drew me down guiding my head to the area between her legs. I could smell the musk - woman odor of her. "You had better be damned good with that tongue of yours or you’re going to have another session with the riding crop,"

She could have saved her words. I was so hungry for her. All I could think of was eating her. Fuck her with my tongue. Mistress Samantha pushed my head down into her cunt as I attacked it eagerly with my tongue. I would stimulate her clitoris, then move my tongue down the canal of her vagina and thrust it in and out.  It wasn't long before she rammed her cunt against my face, her legs wrapped tightly around my head. I felt her body shudder in orgasmic convulsions as she screamed.  For a moment I didn't think she was going to let me up for air. But I continued to eat her until she had two more orgasms.

She then pushed my head away and I could feel her turning around, as I felt my head being pulled back down. My face made contact with the cheeks of her ass. "Tongue my asshole, slave, " commanded Mistress Samantha. 

My cock was dripping pre-cum like it was water.  I obeyed, pushing my tongue in just as far as I could fuck her hole with my tongue. She used her other hand to play with her clitoris. Before long, she reached another climax. I had to admit her ass didn't taste bad.

Afterwards, she kicked me off her onto the floor.  I lay on my back. She sat down on her throne. "Do you want to cum slave?"

"Yes Mistress Samantha.  Please Mistress Samantha." I almost shouted.

"Beg me!" She said.

"Please Mistress Samantha. I'll do anything for the privilege of coming in your honor." I pleaded.

"No!" She shouted as she kicked my side and spit in my face. "You are not yet worthy enough to cum in the honor of your Goddess.  Plus I like you this way." 

She turned me over onto my stomach and pulled my wrists, locking them together behind my back. Then she guided me into a small cage where I was to spend the rest of the night. Then she departed the dungeon laughing at me she was going to sleep in her warm comfortable bed and I would dream of my Goddess..

CHAPTER 2 (Day One)

The next morning she awakened me by nudging her foot into my side.  She pulled me out of the cage then removed the cuffs on my wrists.  "Stretch those arms and legs slave,"

I did and I felt every muscle loosen up a little.  All I needed now was a hot shower and shave to give me new life.

"Slave come with me.” said Mistress Samantha as she guided me on all fours, by a leash upstairs to her bedroom.

I wasn't ready for more punishment.  I really had done nothing wrong to my knowledge.

"Raise your arms from your sides so they parallel to the floor, slave." 

I obeyed my Mistress. 

"I want you to keep them spread out like that while I take a bath," sneered Mistress Samantha.   "Each time I catch you dropping your arms it will cost you five cuts across your ass with my wicked birch rod."

I wasn't exactly sure what a birch rod was and I think I would not enjoy finding out.  Knowing Mistress Samantha, as I was beginning to, it had to be worse than the riding crop that punished me last night.   Still hooded and blind, I was unaware that Mistress Samantha had me kneel in front of her bathroom door. She would have a clear view of me from her sunken tub.  If she took her time in taking a bath, she would definitely have reason to use that birch on me.  It would be impossible to hold my arms up for more than fifteen minutes, if that long.  Before the morning was over I knew that I would experience that wicked birch rod tearing up my flesh.

I surpassed my own original estimate of my ability to hold my arms out. Mistress Samantha told me later that I managed to keep my arms up for over twenty minutes.  It amazed her.  She didn't realize that my fear of her gave me extra strength.   In the end however it made no difference. The pain and cramps in my arms grew, she just continued to leisurely soak in her tub, knowing that I couldn't keep them up forever.

Sweat was pouring down my face when the agony and exhaustion finally overtook me.  My arms were like leaden pipes weighing a ton.  I didn't want to lower them.  I knew she that was somewhere watching and waiting for the moment.  There comes a point however when a person no longer has control over his or her body. That point arrived for me.   Relief flooded my body as my arms fell to my sides.  It was only momentary though.   "Five!"  Her voice hit me with. "Get your arms back up or I'm going to double it."  I couldn't even raise them all the way back up. They were too heavy.  And the pain was seeking to dominate my mind. "Higher slave, OBEY!"  I struggled to lift another inch. "Not good enough slave.  OBEY or else," screamed Mistress Samantha.  "Now you have earned ten more,” I couldn't.  Did she understand that I was trying? 

"I want you to keep those arms up while I'm getting dressed," She demanded, "or the count goes up to twenty-five. I don't think your poor ass could take that many."  By some miracle I did it.  I know I couldn't have lasted more than another few seconds when she suddenly gave me permission to lower my arms.  This little exercise had taken a lot out of me.

At her command I assumed the position for punishment.  Punishment meant I was to put my head to the floor and stick my ass in the air.  She took her wicked birch rod out of her closet.  Then she made me beg for her cruel punishment.  "After each stroke, you will count out loud the number and you will thank me for it.  Is that understood slave?"  She commanded, 

"Yes Mistress Samantha," I replied.  I thought that the riding crop was bad, but this didn't compare to the birch rod.  The birch was sharp and penetrating.  On the first stroke, the cut was so intense.  I cried out in pain, forgetting to count out loud. "When you are forgetful slave, “She said, “I shall simply start all over again.

She then placed next stroke right over the first one. The pain once again brought tears to my eyes.  "One!" I cried out. "Thank you Mistress Samantha." 

“That’s much better." She commented. The birch found me again.  Its touch was unbearable. "Two.”  I screamed at my Mistress. "Thank you Mistress Samantha."

"The birch leaves such beautiful lines across your ass." She said with pleasure in her voice. "I shall have to use it more often on you. It's definitely an attention-getter." 

The next eight cuts tore through me like a hot poker and it had me whimpering like a child, the tears rolling down my eyes. "You still have something to do, "She said.  When the whipping was over, Mistress Samantha placed the birch against my lips and I kissed it.

"Thank you Mistress Samantha for the love that you have just shown to me,” I said. "I shall attempt to improve my obedience to you and I sincerely hope you will continue to punish me when I failed to do as I should."

"Perhaps there is hope for you," She said.  She placed her hands over to my lips and I kissed them as I would of hand of a Queen.  "My boots are dirty slave.  I want you to clean them with your tongue.  Start at the toe and work your way to the top.  I want them to shine when you are finished." 

Mistress Samantha moved her legs a little apart as I bent down to serve her.  I began slowly and methodically to lick every inch of the hard leather of her boots.  When I finished with the one on her left foot and went to the one on her right foot.  I tasted her leather in my mouth and savored the deep rich quality of it.  Its odor filled my nostrils, making me hungry for my Mistress that much more.  When she was satisfied with my work she commented, "Very good slave. Once a week you shall clean all my shoes and boots as you did this morning it will be one of your duties." 

"Yes Mistress Samantha."

"Raise your head and I will remove your hood. It’s now time for you to shave your legs."   I lifted my head and felt her fingers unlatching the back of the hood.  She then unzipped it and drew it off my head.  It was some minutes before my eyes adjusted to the lights.  When I finally could see I remembered to keep my eyes on Mistress Samantha’s boots. 

With my head to the floor paying homage to my beautiful dominatrix, I knew well she knew how to train a slave. It was pure torture not being able to look up at her after having not seen her for so many hours.  "You may now look upon at your Mistress," Said Mistress Samantha. I trembled with excitement and expectation.  I lifted my eyes slowly with slow deliberation, wanting to make the moment last a lifetime.

My eyes climbed up her black leather thigh high boots.  I then continued its upward journey taking in the black leather corset.  It was as if she just was poured into it.  I gazed upon her beautiful face. Her hair hung on her shoulders like a crown.  Her dark green evil looking, eyes were staring at me coldly.   In just a few seconds the desire for Mistress Samantha had mounted in me and my penis began to grow hard.   "That pleases me very much, slave.  You are beginning to respond properly."   She said taking her foot to nudge my balls.  “I like having an effect on you."  She handed me two rings, to place around my cock.  After I did this it caused my penis to remain fully erect and prevented me from ejaculation. 

Then she instructed me to go the bathroom, where I was to shit, shower, and shave, which included my legs.  She was only going to spare me 45 minutes.   I responded by crawling in to her bathroom and performing my tasks.  I looked at my striped ass in the mirror.  I could only imagine if she were to lose her temper.  I had no idea that she would literally whip a man to death if she had the inclination.

I had to get a move on.  I didn't have a lot of time left.  So I shaved my face first, cutting myself once or twice in my hurry to finish.   Then I used the toilet, lowering my bottom very carefully onto the seat.  My ass hurt too bad to waste much time taking a crap so I quickly got that over with.  Grabbing a razor and some shaving cream I climbed into the sunken bathtub.  The water was still hot and it created a burning sensation along the whole length of my backside.  I let out a soft sigh as I settled myself in the tub. Taking the can of shaving cream I squirted some in my hand then started spreading it over my right leg.  I stared at my leg with sadness as I took the TRAC III razor and began shaving with it.   It took me about fifteen minutes to shave each leg.   Needless to say they felt different when it was over.  I ran my hand over them.  They were smooth.   I knew they would definitely feel good with nylons on as bad as I hated to admit it. 

Mistress Samantha was one intelligent Woman.  The training process was already conditioning me.  I finished bathing in the tub then drained and cleaned it.  Then I took a sixty-second shower to wash off the soap scum.  I toweled myself dry then dropped to my knees and crawled back into her bedroom.

Mistress Samantha was sitting in a lounge chair with her legs crossed.  I knelt down at her feet.  She had a gleam in her eyes. "You still have four minutes to spare, slave.  That's very good, now stand back up and let's take a close look at those legs of yours."  I rose and she told me to turn around. "You have very sexy legs slave.  They will be extremely attractive when you put stockings on."  Then she got up and walked over to her bed, where she displayed some female clothing to me, which she expected me to wear later. 

I was so involved with her inspection of me that I forgot I was walking in her presence.    She suddenly whirled on me and slapped me so hard across my mouth She drew blood.  She screamed at me. "Haven't you learned my rules slave?   Do you not know that you crawl in my presence?"  

I fell to my knees and kissed the rug at the tips of her boots.  "Please Mistress, Please excuse me Mistress Samantha," I whimpered.   "I'm sorry. I...."

She snarled.   Her foot moved so swiftly that I didn't see it coming but I certainly felt the sharp hard toe of her boot as it slammed into my forehead.  "You are a worm!' ‘She screamed, “Worms do not crawl on their hands and knees!  They crawl on their bellies as you will, unless of course you want me to kick your stupid head in?"

"No Mistress."  I sniveled.  "I will crawl on the floor like a worm if you wish!"  

"Good!  Now follow me slimy worm-creature!" She commanded.

"Yes Mistress. At once."  I responded.

She reminded me of my status, by stepping all over my backside, grinding her spiked heels into my ass.   I squealed like a pig when she applied all the weight of her body to the sharp heel.   She laughed.  "You're going to have to get used to the feeling of my beautiful boots and feet stepping on you.”   She laughed.  "I'm a Mistress who believers in placing my slaves where they belong, under my feet."

"Yes M.M .Mistress...”   I shuddered fearfully.

"Very well, I just want you to understand what you're in for here at the beginning of your enslavement to me. Let's go!''  

"Yes Mistress Samantha.  Your wish is my command!"   She laughed and then gave me a little tour of her huge bedroom.  I followed behind my owner like worm. "This is where I sleep and where you will sleep when I decide." She said, pointing to her gigantic soft bed. "Normally, I will use your face as my foot-rest while I sleep, but sometimes I will use you as my human mattress or a hanging ornament.  You are here for my enjoyment and nothing else."

She walked over to a large closet and she waited until I had crawled to her.  Then she pointed at her impressive wardrobe hanging from the wooden rods and her huge collection of slippers, shoes, and boots on shoe racks.  These are my clothes and shoes. You will be responsible for their daily maintenance.  Every article of clothing must be either washed or dry cleaned then carefully pressed the moment I take it off.  My shoes must also be kept shined by your slave tongue.  Failure to keep them in spotless condition will of course result in swift retribution from me.  The punishment for failing to keep them in immaculate condition will be trampling.   I will walk on you extensively and vigorously in whatever shoes or boots are involved.  Spots and smudges on more than one pair will result in being trampled by least five pair, so watch out!"  I stared at the impossibility large collection of shoes and shook in fright as I saw high heeled pumps and heavy high heeled boots as well as dainty flats, soft slippers and thick- soled wedged sandals.

Mistress is a tough customer to live.  She seems to pay no attention whatsoever to what she sees as my petty fears.  Naturally she watches me very carefully from behind her cold passionless eyes while taking mental notes.  When it was time to continue the tour she had me slither like a worm down the stairs into her kitchen, kicking me along the way.

There She put a slave collar around my neck, leashed me and gave me the rest of the tour of her home, as She allowed me to crawl on all fours. Then she had me open a bottle of wine.  I was to take it along with a glass She led me into her secret room, her dungeon.   I was seeing it for the first time.  I was instructed to pour her a glass of wine and set it down on table next to her throne.  Then I was to kneel in the center and wait for her return.

This windowless room was a sexual never-never-land, a fantastic reflection in a kinky looking glass.  My heart was racing; my eyes were wide opened.  I had never seen anything like it before.  Two walls were mirrored from the tiled floor to the black painted ceiling.  An incredible array of whips, restraints, gags and harnesses hung from the peg strips that circled the room at waist height. 

Pushed into the near corner was a heavily padded sawhorse.  The room itself was dominated by a seven -foot wooden X-frame that was solid as an oak.   Both the horse and the frame were dotted with steel eyebolts, some which sported dangling chains or cuffs.  All of this equipment looked well used.  None of it as I could tell was for show.  In the opposite corner, facing it all like a queen's throne was a huge mahogany fan back rattan chair with red cushions.   A black riding crop rested on the seat.   At the base of the throne was a hole just big enough for slave's neck.  Underneath the seat was a toilet seat that was over a holding basin.  My Mistress could put me there as her human toilet.  It was a real dungeon.  A real time dominant/submissive playground tucked into a back room of a perfectly ordinary home.

When she returned she immediately sat on her throne demanding that I crawl to her feet like a worm.   She sipped her wine and motioned me to sit on my knees at her feet.  She ordered my head back and mouth open wide as she took a big gulp of wine and spit it into my mouth.   I swallowed it all.

"Enjoy your wine, slave. It's the first and last taste of alcohol you will ever drink in this house!"

"Thank you, Mistress, I muttered hesitantly, unsure of her motives,

'"Don't be shocked slave.  I can be generous when I want to be."  She laughed, “But I can be just the opposite.  I will now outline the rest of your duties.  In keeping with the causal nature of conversation, you may feel free to ask me questions without prerequisite foot homage.  When you wish to speak in the future however you must properly beg for that privilege. Is that clear slave?" 

"Yes, Mistress Samantha” I replied.  

"All right then, we will proceed."   She placed her left foot on my shoulder resting the back of her heel on it so she was comfortable.   "First,” She began, "I think it’s fair to tell you that you will be expected to do all of the housework in this house.

"Yes," Mistress," I replied confidently.   I winced as she twisted her heel cruelly into my sensitive skin.  She replaced the heel on the top of my shoulder.  "Good, because you will be expected to keep my house in tip-tip condition at all times.  That's just one good reason to keep slaves.  This means you will be sweeping all the floors, vacuuming all the rugs, washing the entire tile in the bathrooms and kitchen, washing windows, and caring for the natural wood walls and handrails leading upstairs.  It is also your responsibility to wash dishes when meals are done, just to name a few things."  She giggled and pressed the sole of her boot to my lips "I am an extremely meticulous person," She explained as she rubbed her dirt into my lips, grinding it in.  I watched her boot on my mouth with an expression of fear and desire.  It was obvious that I wanted to lick her boot but I didn't dare until my owner granted me permission. 

She was aware of my desire and even the basic gist of my thoughts.  She laughed as she toyed with me with sadistic purpose; she continued rubbing her sole on my lips then all over my profusely sweating face as she went on explaining my duties to me. "Spotless to me means almost antiseptic, slave.  After the glasses are put through the dishwasher, for instance, they will be polished until they shine. Even a small spot that isn't positively glistening will be dealt with by me the moment I see it."

She smiled.  "Go ahead and lick my boots, foot-face." She smirked. "Yes foot-face. I like that!"  I licked the dirt and encrusted mud from her sole. "You will also be responsible for making my bed, polishing my tables and art objects. Anytime a Female friend of mine comes over as a guest, you will serve her too."  She paused and crossed her legs, ignoring my cry as her foot banged against my jaw.  "Now to the sequences of daily events.  In the morning you will fix me my breakfast.  Then you will serve as my human makeup table or a stool.  You will also serve as my foot mat out of the house."

She uncrossed her legs and leaned forward, grabbed me by the hair and peered into my eyes. "This is important, slave, so get it in your dense male brain now.  When I leave, you must lie down on the rug so I can walk on your body and head on my out the door.   On my return as soon as you hear my car in the garage you must kneel at the door so you may kiss my shoes the second you see me. Then I will walk on your back.  Is this perfectly clear or should I repeat myself?" 

"Yes Mistress Samantha, I understand," 

She lit a cigarette and blew smoke in my face.  "Since there is no ashtray, open your mouth wide so that I can use it for my ashtray."   I thanked her each time she dumped an ash in my mouth.   "Excellent.  Keep your mouth open. I have some congestion that I must clear up. You of course, will receive it."

"Yes Mistress" I replied as I obeyed her command.  Opening my mouth wide, I waited for her nasty discharge to fill it.  Mistress Samantha smiled, savoring the suspense of the moment as she cleared her throat and stared into my eyes.  Then bringing her face close to mine, almost touching it she spit a full wad into my mouth landing on my tongue on target.  I swallowed her saliva immediately with no signs of disgust. 

"I'm happy that you enjoy my spit and ashes, slave.  Another excellent reason for owning slaves."  She said with a smile. "This means I will not have to train you to do this in the future, you will always open up for me whenever I have to discharge anything from any of the many orifices of my body.  You will be expected to clean my ears free of wax with your tongue.  You will even eat snot from my nose when I am plugged up or when I have a cold.  I like very personal services as you can see.  I will also have you lick my armpits and the spaces between my toes after I have enjoyed a long afternoon of perspiration producing tennis.  I like these services and I like owning slaves who have to do it or wish they were dead it they thought otherwise"

Catching a slight twitch of disgust on my face she went on the excitement building in her moment by moment. She had additional news she knew it would turn me off but she was waiting for a special moment to pull it on me.  She wanted her foul news to come as a surprise but at the same time she wanted to reveal it causally in the course of our talk to demonstrate to me how perfectly normal the act she would be mentioning would be in our daily lives:  

"While we're discussing food, you may as well know that you will do all the cooking during the week.  In the morning you will fix my breakfast and during the course of the afternoon, you will fix my evening meal. Prepared menus will be set out for you daily: you will, of course, follow them down to the smallest detail.  On weekends, when I have the time, I will do the cooking, as I am quite a gourmet and enjoy it." She paused and peered at me with a serious look on her face. "Oh, by the way," She continued, "you will not, I repeat, you will not pilfer any food while I'm gone. You may eat only in my presence!" She said.

"Do I get to eat what you eat, Mistress?"  I asked.  "Of course, slave, but only table scraps. I will feed you my chewed-up food off the soles of my shoes or simply drop them in your special dog -bowl." She giggled to herself. Now was the moment she had anticipated all morning. She knew what I was going to ask next and was ready for me.

"But Mistress Samantha,” I whined in a low voice, cringing as I dared to take issue with her, "Will I get enough to eat that way?  I'll need my strength to do all my work, you know."  I dodged my head to avoid the blow I thought was coming, but She didn't hit me. She did laugh however, and her laugh had a very chilling effect on me. "Oh, you'll get enough to eat all right, but not at dinner time. No, you'll get your big meal a couple of hours later.  I have to digest it first, you know!"   "You mean?" I asked, not having the nerve or the stomach to finish my sentence. 

"Of course, foolish one.  Didn't I tell you you'd be eating everything from all of my orifices?"   She sneered.

"Yes, Mistress, but..." 

"But nothing!" She screamed, whamming me across the mouth with the palm of her hand as hard as she could manage.  She slapped me again, then again and again, with first with one hand then the other, leaving marks all over my face.   "When I said you could speak freely with me, I didn't mean you could argue with me!"

She stood suddenly and slammed her knee into her my chin.  To me, it looked like one fluid movement.  One moment she was sitting on her throne and I was kneeling on the floor. The next, she was standing and I was stretched out the floor.  My head was spinning like a top and I was wondering if she had broken every tooth in my mouth, I gazed up at her through tear-streaked eyes and tried to move out of her way without success as her foot came down onto my naked stomach. She stepped right on it then put all her weight on one tormenting foot.  She mashed my soft stomach down with the sharp heel of her pump bruising my flesh deeply. 

"Ohhhhh! I moaned.  "Please, Mistress! That hurts so much!" 

"Shut up moron!" She retorted. "Naturally, it hurts! What do you expect?' 

She stood on me until she could no longer maintain her balance; she brought her other foot on my groin and stepped gingerly to the floor.  "I can see you're going to be a little more difficult than I'd imaged."  She kept her eyes glued on mine, as thoughts and plans ran through her fertile, always imaginative mind.  Watching the fear and uncertainly on my face She decided it was time.  She stops merely explaining things to me and laid down the law.   "I think you need more discipline slave and to experience more pain to remind you who you are!"   She kicked me to crawl to the middle of the room where she commanded me to get on all fours.  She grabbed a riding a crop and proceeded to lash out at me with a couple of dozen good hard whacks on my hurting ass cheeks.  Once my butt was bloody red, she asked if I had enough.

I begged, “Please Mistress no more."  I was in tears.

"Well worm are you having fun?"  She asked. 

"Yes Mistress,” I answered her correctly or I would be in for more torture. Then she attaches a chain leash to my collar establishing the fact that she was my master and I was her pet, which she is free to do.   She had me crawl around the room on all fours, sit up, beg and even bark like a dog.  I also was to roll over and play dead.

Then she walked out for a minute and came back with a dog bowl full of puppy chow which she had me beg and for like a little puppy.   She cracked her whip on my ass for hesitating to eat.  I got the message and began chewing down on the animal food.  When I was finished she wiped my face and secured my wrists with cuffs behind my back.  Then I was to drink water from the other bowl. I was then to thank her.  She commanded me to crawl. 

"Maggot, come here and lick your Mistress' boots” I crawled over to her, spurred on by the steady beat of her riding crop crashing down against my thighs, ass and cock.   "Yes Mistress, I will lick your boots like a good dog."  I meekly uttered.  Then she sat herself down on the throne, where I proceed to shine her leather boots again with my tongue, starting at the heel.  I put as much boot in my mouth, and licked with long strokes.  I must lick every inch of her long black beauties.  If she had seen that I left even one spot dry I would be whipped unmercifully. Mistress Samantha was in no hurry.

However she wasn't pleased with my efforts.  She kept me kneeling before her throne, my legs spread wide and wrists cuffed and locked together behind my back.  She kept touching me teasingly.  

She toes my balls with the point of her boot, tapped my hard cock with the tip of her crop, scraped and plucked my nipples with her long nails.  Once she had me suck her finger, which I did eagerly.  I wanted to make her feel good before she tormented me again.

She led me to the X-frame.(St. Andrews cross)  My cuffed wrists were unhooked from each other then fastened high on the wooden cross pieces from the wall.  Mistress Samantha selected a second, larger pair of cuffs from the wall, and soon my legs were spread wide and my ankles locked to the foot of the frame.   My back was to the frame completely helpless, completely exposed, with my cock rock hard, dripping from the tip.  “I can see I'm going to have to do something about this," She said, seizing my cock by the root.  You've obviously been thinking about fucking me. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

I told the truth, "Yes Mistress." 

She slapped the head of my cock smartly with her free hand, making me gasp.  Letting go my cock she walked to her collection of sexual toys and returned with a small harness that had several straps. "This will keep your greedy little cock of yours under control."  A few moments later, my proud shaft was encased in a tight leather sheath that only exposed the head.   One strap went around the base, where she had grabbed me.  Another went around my scrotum, while the third separated my balls.  It felt like as though my entire manhood were squeezed in a fist.  My cock throbbed and reddened.  I desperately wanted to come.  But Mistress Samantha had other plans. 

Her next toy was length of a rope with dozen spring clothespins clipped to it.  She gave me one end of the rope to hold between my teeth and began to decorate my body with the wooden pins.   She started with one on either side of each nipple, first pinching the skin with her fingers to give the clip a good bite.  Then she placed a clothespin directly on my left nipple and I moaned from the pain.  I dropped the rope I was holding for her.  "I am going to add to your whipping for that," She said as she gave me back the end of the rope and resumed her project. 

My other nipple was next; then undersides of my arms, the insides of my thighs and finally, my cock. First she tugged enough skin to attach one of the little biting monsters to each side of my already harnessed scrotum.  I almost bit through the rope.  Then she started on the engorged head of my cock, placing one, two, four, and then seven clothespins in a semicircle on the narrow, sensitive ridge. Taking the rope from me, she stepped back to admire her handiwork.        "Look at yourself in the mirror." She said.  I was a naked man in complete submission, my limbs spread eagle and restrained, my throbbing cock tormented.  I felt as if I was tripping. The tension in my body was incredible.  My blood was on fire.  It was though she was torturing me in a hundred places at once and every one of them was making me crazy with desire.  My eyes were closed and I slipped down in to the sea of sensation.  Suddenly I jumped, writhing as an electric jolt coursed through me. My right nipple was suddenly burning.  What was happening?  I opened my eyes to find that Mistress Samantha had folded the length of the rope over twice and was using it to strike the clothespins from my body.  Her aim was true and every time she knocked one free, thousands of nerve endings that had been temporarily overloaded suddenly came back to life, shouting protests.

The last to go were the seven pins on the head of my cock. By the time the last dropped to the floor, I was quivering and hanging limply from my cuffs.  She teased me lightly flicking her fingers across my nipples then cruelly pinched them causing her pussy juices to flow as she watched me twinge and gasp in pain.  Mistress Samantha stepped close and ran fingertips over my skin, making me jump. Then her hand closed around my sheathed cock and her thumb rubbed the wetness that was oozing from the tip all over the head.  Upon seeing the fluid on my cock, she stared at me in mock horror; "Did I give you permission to get excited? I don't want you to cum. I'm supposed to be the one getting the pleasure.  Now will have to punish you worm"

Mistress Samantha released me only long enough to turn me around with my face towards the frame giving her full access to my back and bottom.  I watched in the mirror as she selected a short, many-stranded whips, then moved behind me.  She started out with light strokes that barely warmed my skin.   The leather kissed on my thighs and ass.  The strokes came faster and harder until it felt my skin was glowing.  Then she traded the short whip for a long stiff leather paddle. The first blow from it lifted me off my heels and made cry in surprise. 

She gave me a little time to recover; applying the paddle vigorously across both cheeks and the backs of my thighs.  The weight of the paddle and the strength of her arm carried the shock of each explosion through my whole body.   I fought against my chains. But the incredible thing was that it didn't hurt.  I was past that.  It was a wake-up call for my senses, a charge to pure sexual energy.  All I was feeling was wave after a wave of delicious intensity.

After time I couldn't sense anything.   Mistress Samantha came up close behind me and caressed my hot ass and said in half-whisper, “Now the punishment I promised you." There was a long moment to wonder. Then I heard the crack of her bullwhip against the floor, which made me shake like a leaf.  After a few minutes of her parading around my quivering body with me begging her for punishment she unleashed her first lash across my back that caused me to scream out loud.  Then she instructed me to count each lash and thank her that I did for the next ten lashes.  

Afterwards, she removed me from the cross.  I was a quivering bloody mess crying like a big baby as I thanked her for my punishment.  She ordered me to remove her boots off her feet, with my mouth.   Then I was to put them away into a corner where she had a pair of black high-heeled sandals.  I picked up the sandals with my teeth holding them by the heels as she ordered.   I brought them to her.   She inspected them. She smacked me in the face with them and kicked me to the floor because she wasn't pleased with the smudges on them.  Lying on my back she began walking herself up my legs, stomach, chest and face.  Trampling all over my body as she held onto the ceiling chain for support; putting her weight into my body smothering my face with her feet. 

Then she put the heels on her feet and continued to trample on my body grinding the heels painfully into me.  Then without warning she dug her stiletto heel into my balls causing me to scream violently from pain.  She stepped on my face and even threatened to gorge my eyes out with her heels.  She was having so much fun doing this to me, that she needed to be pleasured.  So my Goddess sat herself down on her throne as I was summoned to kneel her before her.   "I have a dripping-wet, aching pussy, ready to be serviced, slave. It’s time for the pleasure part of our session.  Get with is slave."

She continued, "Now slave you must undertake a total body worship of your Goddess. You had better be thorough or you will suffer the consequences.   We both know I'll find a way to make you suffer regardless of your action." 

"Lick my feet and make sure you get every toe," She sneered at me.   I unleashed my tongue, licking the back of her foot and the length of her shoes, before starting on her toes.  She ordered me to lick every one.   My tongue darted in between the cracks of her toes, as I eagerly moved from her big toe to each subsequent one. When she was satisfied that her feet had been serviced to her liking, she ordered me to move to her tits, as she exposed them. "Do want to taste your Mistress' luscious titties?"  I anxiously answer her in the affirmative and got whack on my back with her whip for answering with enough enthusiasm.  She accesses me to her tits and I was so excited that I smothered her nipples in my mouth, sucking them like a newborn baby drawing out mother's milk.  For this I got more cracks with the whip.   "After all, I 'm not the one who's supposed to be getting the pleasure." She said.

When She finally on the verge of an explosive cum.  "My slave, do you want the honor of licking my delicious, highly treasured pussy?" She asked.   Meanwhile I am begging for the chance to taste her precious juice.  But she prolongs my pleasure as she pulls on my cock restraint, making me shudder in pain.  "If you don't lick my pussy to my liking, I might snap your worthless puny excuse for a prick right off your body!"  She warned me as her stare raised fear in my eyes.  With great anticipation and fear as an incentive I began to lick her cunt.

She told me exactly what to do to please her.  She made sure that I placed my tongue directly on her enlarged clit, making me suck on it until she was ready for me to remove my mouth. She had me suck on her clittie for almost an hour without letup.   When I tired and appeared to slow her crop struck my cock so hard all I wanted to do was to keep my tongue and lips on her joy button.  When her clit had enough she made me move my tongue all around her pussy end up back on her clit.  When she couldn't take any more she ordered me to speed up the motion of my tongue.  Within seconds she climaxed violently as if she were the one on the receiving end of the crop.   As She climaxed She whipped me some more as red marks began to expand over more of my body.

When she was finished she kicked me off her and had me light her cigarette.  She sat back and relaxed “I see you enjoyed yourself too but you are not supposed to have a good time until I say you can.  Do you understand slave?" She explained to me as she used my mouth as an ashtray.   After her smoke, she needed to pee.   She commanded me to get on all fours, as she climbed on my back and rode me like a horse to the bathroom. There she tossed me into tub laying face down.

She handcuffed my wrists behind my back and placed a plug in the drain of the tub.  She stripped herself naked and stood on both sides of the tub.  Having saved up a full day's worth of golden pee she was ready to empty the contents of her insides.  She began urinating on my back trying to cover me from head to toe with her piss.  I was lying face down in about a half inch of her piss.  After she peed she walked out of the bathroom letting out a sadistic laugh.   I laid there in total humiliation swimming in her piss.

She returned fifteen minutes later and once again I heard her cruel laugher when she entered the bathroom.  She was holding a red lit candle “lave its time that I brand you for the first time with a big S."  She poured hot candle wax all over my back, making a big red letter "S ".  She followed this by dumping ice cubes onto my back then walked out of the room again.

Once again she was gone fifteen minutes.  When She did return, She immediately gave me another golden shower but in small amounts.  To my surprise, she poured a teakettle of boiling water onto my back.  I screamed from the excruciating pain.  To save myself from drowning I was forced to suck up as much of the piss-diluted water as I could drink.  Finally she removed the handcuffs from my wrists and had me rollover on my back. She continues to laugh cruelly as she poured more boiling water on me, particularly on my cock and balls.  Then with the red candle she continued to pour hot wax on my chest putting her initials there.  When She was finished, She walked out the room and turned off the light, slammed the door closed leaving me in darkness.

A half-hour later the lights come on again practically blinding me. Once again she has to pee again.   Standing naked on both sides of the tub directly over my mouth Mistress Samantha unleashed a stream of pee flooding my body with a torrent of the golden liquid.   My body was a receptacle for her pee.  She stood there looking down on me spitting on my face a few times.   Then she made me open up wide and filled my mouth from a cup full of ice cubes.  Then she took the cup and dipped it into the tub of piss and poured the fluid down my throat.   After I drank two cups of piss she instructed me to shower and clean up the tub in 30 minutes.

I just barely finished my tasks in the bathroom on time.   I crawled into my Mistress' bedroom upstairs.  She was sitting in her chair.   I crawled to her like the worm I am now. Her legs were extended indicating I was to kiss her boots to show respect.  She had changed into her black thigh high boots along with her black leather corset, and matching panties.  "There are clothes lying on the bed," said Mistress Samantha.  "Put them on."   I moved over to the bed and saw women's apparel lying upon it.  There was a pair of white-laced panties and a laced bra, a full beige slip and a dark brown dress.  There was also a pair of black high heels at the foot the bed.

"When you have dressed, I will put a wig and makeup on you.  I shall make you into a very beautiful Woman.   Men will be lusting after your pretty little ass."   The shock I felt must have shown on my face because she was smiling.  "When I am finished with you, slave, you will not only look like a Woman, but you will act like one," Continued my Mistress.   "You will soon be able to pass for a lady in public.  I will take you around to all the homosexual bars and peddle that sweet mouth and ass of yours.  Start getting dressed." 

I put the garter belt on first.   Then sat down on the edge of the bed and began putting the nylons on.  The stocking top ended high up on my thigh.  I had to adjust the garter belt strap to a shorter length.    Unconsciously I caught myself sliding my hand up and down my nylon-clad legs.  The feeling was totally delicious and exciting. Shaving my legs was going to be a big pain in the ass, no pun intended, but I knew I was going to enjoy the sensation of silky smooth skin beneath a sheer pair of nylons. There was just no other feeling like it.  My legs looked rather sexy too.  Next I put on the panties and bra. The panties hugged my hips tightly causing my penis to get hard        

"I will have to do something about your cock when the time comes" said Mistress Samantha flatly as she got up from her chair and walked to her closet. She came back with two stockings. She stuffed them down the cups of my bra, thus giving me a full breast look.  In the mirror my Mistress and I stood there staring into it.  The transformation of me into a woman was truly amazing.  Of course I still looked like a man to a certain degree, but I also looked like a pretty lady.  Mistress had been right.   My calves became quite shapely in high heels.  She sat herself at her boudoir ordering me to come to her on my knees but to be sure I did not start a run in my stockings. She put a blonde curly wig on my head.  She applied make-up to my face.  She uses a very heavy white base, then heavy black eye shadow and finally heavy red lipstick. She ordered me to look in mirror.

I can't believe what I saw.  She is smiling and laughing.  "You make a beautiful She-male slut. Now that you look like a woman, you must experience how it feels to be treated like a woman."  Mistress replaced the slave collar back on me and clipped a leash to it.   She ordered me to follow her.  

We made four laps around the room with her laughing at my difficulty walking in the unfamiliar footwear.   Then Mistress Samantha pressed up against me.  Her hands floated over my body, seeking and discovering.  Her tongue probed my ear, darting in and out. "You are very beautiful and desirable dressed as a woman." whispered my Mistress.  Her hands glided over my panties and legs.  "I wish I were a man so I could push your face down on the bed and jerk these panties off your ass and rape you."   She rubbed her crotch against mine and my cock began to grow like an oak.  "Wouldn't you like to have a nice hard cock fucking you in the ass right now?"  She asked.  She had me so hot that I was craving to be fucked like I was a woman. 

Mistress Samantha led me over to the bed. "Lie face down,” She ordered. I climbed up on the bed and stretched out on my stomach.  I could hear Mistress Samantha opening her cedar chest and fumbling around inside it.  She suddenly appeared to my left, standing at the side of the bed.  "Give your hand." She commanded as she placed a leather cuff around my wrists, and then connected a chain to it, drawing the chain over to the bedpost.   She moved around to the other side of the bed and did the same thing to my right wrist.  Once again, I found myself helpless. 

I heard her behind me.  She was slipping off her panties.  A minute later I heard her pulling something out of her cedar chest again. I saw her walking into the bathroom.

       

She still had her boots and corset on but now she had a small thin belt of some kind around her waist and up between her legs. When she came back from the bathroom, I saw clearly what it was that she had strapped to her stomach.  It was a large rubber penis with a pair of rubber balls beneath it.  She also had a jar of K-Y jelly in her hand, which frightened me as I began struggling helplessly at my bonds.  Mistress Samantha jerked my panties down over my legs.  She climbed up on the bed and with her knees pushed my legs apart. 

I felt her finger probing my anus and lubricating it with the jelly.   My sphincter muscles tighten at the intrusion.  She slapped me hard across my ass.   "Relax bitch or I'll use the birch on you again."  I tried to relax but it was difficult, knowing what's ahead, her finger continued moving in and out of me.  Finally she withdrew it all together.  Her knees pushed in closer to me spreading my legs a little further.  I felt something big and hard placed against the opening of my rectum.  I knew what it was.        

Mistress Samantha eased the rubber cock into my asshole a little bit at a time.   It was so huge.   I knew I wouldn't be able to take all of it.  The head of it was inside me. Unconsciously I tightened my sphincter muscle and the penis couldn't go any further.  She pulled back then climbed off the bed.  A moment later I felt the birch tearing into my ass.  It was sudden and brutal.   She struck me at least ten times.  My screams of agony filled the bedroom.  I was in partial shock when she finished, my sobs dousing the mattress of the bed.  I offered no resistance when she replaced the head of the penis into the opening of my asshole. 

This time, she shoved it in without mercy. The rape lasted for about five minutes.  My moans caused her to fuck me that much harder.  On the inside of the rubber dildo was a small protruding rubber knob that went into my Mistress This little knob rubbed against her clitoris as She fucked me.  The harder she fucked my ass, the more the knob stimulated her.  By the time she reached her organism, she had almost ripped my rectum apart.  She shoved the full nine inches into me as her body convulsed with orgasmic spasms.  My screams mingled with hers. She finally dropped on top of me in exhaustion. The penis was still lodged in me. Gradually she began to pull it out of me.

She climbed off the bed. She undid the leather cuffs on my wrists. "I want you down here on your knees in thirty seconds,” She demanded.  I slowly crawled off the bed.  Finally I was on my knees before her.  The penis was staring me in the eyes.  "Open your mouth, slut," ordered Mistress Samantha.   After what she had done to me I still had to face the ultimate humiliation.  I opened my mouth. "Suck it clean. Lick all the shit and blood off my cock slut"

I took as much as of the rubber cock into my mouth as I could. She held my face between her hands as she fucked my mouth with it.   She finally pulled the penis out. "You know what a woman goes through when she raped," said my Mistress.  "Next time it may be a real cock that is shoved up your ass and mouth."   Then she pulls back my head and spits into my open mouth, after which she slapped my face making me, confess that I was a slut and a whore.   She ordered me to crawl into her bathroom clean myself and then return to her bedroom. . When I crawled back into the bedroom she attached the leash to my slave collar then to the wall.  She allowed me to take a short nap.

Not long after "Nappy time is over slave.”  I woke groggy from my thirty-minute nap of sound sleep.  My dream had been wonderful!   I sat upright, and Mistress Samantha unleashed me from the wall.  "You smell like yesterday's fish!"  She chastised. "I want you to use the bathroom and take a shower."  She handed me a dainty pile of fresh feminine under-things and a set of complicated chains and locks. 

"After your shower, get dressed, put these on and meet me in the kitchen in 45 minutes.  She grinned at me, I’m getting hungry, and if you do a good job cooking my dinner I may have a few table scraps for you, also."   When she left the room, I quickly unhooked my bra and shrugged it off my shoulders then stepped out of my panties.  I released my garters, and slid my stockings down my legs, then unhooked the garter belt.

Thirty minutes later I was clean, refreshed and dressed in sweet smelling pink underwear, red bra and corset, with red stockings and my black high heels.  I laid out the chains on the floor and tried to figure out how I was to suppose to wear them.  The locks all used a common key.  I opened all the locks then hooked the key to my collar where I couldn't reach it, but where it would be handy for Mistress.  There was obviously a long chain, which would run the length of my body with separate chains and cuffs for my neck, wrists, waist, and around my ankles.  I locked the two ankle cuffs after they were installed.  They were separated by ten inches of chain to which I attached one end of the body chain.  Then she fastened the opposite end of the body chain to my collar.  I looped the chain in the middle around my waist very tightly, and locked it in place.  Finally, I locked my wrists into two cuffs at waist level.  Each cuff was attached to a body chain by a foot of smaller chain.

Once I finished I was securely but comfortably restrained and totally helpless until Mistress removed the key from my neck and unlocked my wrists.  Satisfied, I shuffled on the ten-inch ankle tether down the stairs, praying I would not fall, then on to the kitchen where She was standing, She was wearing a short red suede dress and dark stockings, with a pair of high-heeled sandals.   My jangling metal chains announced my presence as I dropped to my hands and knees to enter the room.  "Stand up, slave," She ordered, I stood up causing her to admire my appearance.  "Very nice slave, you really are a sweet little slave girl, aren't you?"

"Yes Mistress. Thank you, “I answered. Mistress Samantha smiled sweetly and picked up a large red rubber ball gag from the table. "Open wide, I have a nice little muffin for your dinner!'' I groaned, but opened my mouth as wide as possible while she crammed the red monster between my lips.  It compressed as it passed my teeth then sprang back to resilient fullness once it was wedged firmly in place.   My lips were sealed around its circumference.  She buckled the straps tightly at the back of my neck and gave me a sharp swat on my bottom.  I yelped, but only a muffled groan escaped my lips.

"I guess you're gagged!" She commented with satisfaction. I stood watching silently.  Then Mistress Samantha walked to the refrigerator. "Everything you need is in the fringe and all the implements are in the drawers and cabinets.  You are to prepare something nice, as a tribute to your Mistress.  If I like it, you may be rewarded with dinner, but if I don't, you stay hungry and you will be punished as well!"  She walked to the doorway. "Ring the bell when dinner is served."

Despite my chains, I was able to prepare a very nice broiled salmon, green beans, and salad.  I set one place setting at the table; poured Mistress a glass of wine, lit a candle, and rang the bell.  Several moments later Mistress Samantha walked into the dining room, smiled and sat down.  Like a good waiter I picked up her napkin and laid it gently in her lap then shuffled noisily back into the kitchen, to return with Mistress ' dinner.  I placed her salad plate and dinner in front of her then dropped to my knees in the slave position head down to wait.

She took a bite of salad, a sip of wine then a bite of the fish.  She chewed slowly, evaluating my offerings.  "Very good slave," She finally concluded.  "You have done well." She took a piece of fish between her fingers and held it for me to take. "Here slave."  Of course I was gagged, and could only whimper and shake my head in frustration!  "Aren't you hungry slave?"  She asked innocently.   I made another pitiful whimper and Mistress finally laughed. "OK, sit beside me while I finish, and then we'll see if there is a slave meal here somewhere."

I knelt silently beside Mistress Samantha until She had finished her meal, then upon her command I stood, cleared away the dishes, and brought her cup a of tea.

"There is a pink plastic bowl with your supper in the refrigerator, slave.  As an extra reward, I will allow you to heat it in the microwave."   I went to the fridge and took the top off the bowl and peeked inside. Beef stew.  It was enough like dog food that I got the message.  "When it's ready, place the bowl on the floor beside my chair," She instructed.  I did as ordered and knelt, looking longingly at the steaming hot food.  Mistress Samantha laughed and reached behind my head to unbuckle the gag.  It was so large that I could not expel it with my tongue.  I whimpered for help and Mistress Samantha pulled it out slowly from between my teeth.  A stream of saliva escaped my lips, and dribbled down my chin as the ball plopped free. "Now eat, and do it quickly, or I'll take the food away” I didn't need any more encouragement.    I bent over face down on the bowl of hot stew and ate away.  I stayed in that position until I licked the bowl clean then rose on my knees to my Mistress.   "Naughty slave, you have stew all over your face." She admonished me.  She walked to the kitchen and returned with a wet towel. "Really, you're just like a baby!” She chided as she wiped me clean.   She ordered me to clean up the kitchen and wash the dishes while she relaxed in her den, drank tea and talked on the phone with friends while watching the television.

When I finished my chores in the kitchen, she called me to refill her cup.  Then She got up leashed my collar and led me to her dungeon.   I followed her walking in my heels.   She had put on some music, dimmed the lights and lit candles.  She made me kneel before her as she sat herself on her throne.

"Entertain me slave girl.  Do a belly dance for your Mistress," She mocked me. "You know, you're mine, my personal slut. You're name is no longer Steve any more. We will change to Stephanie," She laughed. "Kiss my feet slut, make me hot for the disco, tonight," She continued. "Bring those black leather thigh high boots to me with your mouth."  I did as she commanded me, then put them on her feet and zipped them up with my teeth.  "Polish them slut with your tongue, Make them shine and make your Goddess look good tonight at the disco."   

When She was satisfied that her boots were clean She had me move my mouth to her thighs as She slowly lifted her dress and exposed her rubber penis to me.   "Pleasure me slut," She demanded me.  "Suck my cock you need the practice whore,” She continued as I pleasured her cock.  "I may pick up some guys tonight and bring them home so they can have their way with you," She laughed at me.  Finally after fifteen minutes of sucking her cock, she had me stop.  She was ready to leave.  However she had to put me somewhere while she was gone.  So she had me strip naked and lie down on my back and slide myself back placing my head underneath her throne.  She secured my hands and collar to the seat.   "Before I leave I have to piss badly."  She lifted the seat up on the throne.  "Since I promised you a drink earlier slave I think it's appropriate for me to sit on my throne and use you as my toilet slave tonight," She laughed with a sadistic smile on her face.  She lifted up her dress and slipped down her panties and sat her herself down the throne.  I viewed her beautiful bottom. 

While I waited for her to piss she said   "You're not worthy to drink my golden wine from my fountain yet."  Then she placed a paper cup under her cunt and peed into it.  She poured it down my throat to swallow and I drank every drop.  Afterwards I thanked her for her golden nectar after which she spit in my face prior to slamming the seat down and turning out the lights.   Then I heard her cruel laugher as she exited the room, leaving me totally helpless and humiliated for the rest of the evening.

She returned six hours later in the early morning hours.  She had been partying and she was high. She immediately walked around the dungeon giggling.  Then she sat herself on the throne and toyed with my cock and nipples with the spiked heels of her boots.  

Afterwards she got up and lifted the seat.  So that I would not spill a drop of her piss she inserted a funnel in my mouth to hold.  She sat on the toilet seat and since she had to piss badly she emptied her bladder into the funnel, I swallowed every drop.   Pleased with me she removed the funnel from my mouth so she could have me lick the piss off her cunt.

Her pussy was hot, wet and smelly, she was fingering it.  I could see that she was trying to shit on my face as she ground her heels painfully into my nipples. "Slave you may have my dinner that you cooked hours ago," She chuckled sadistically.  But she couldn't; go.  However she did fart on me for me to inhale.  "Sorry slave, I can't shit but you can smell my dinner," she said, and then she instructed me to sniff and lick her asshole. 

After a few minutes, she got up and quickly removed the chain set off my body and spit in my face.  Without a word, she pulled me by the leash and led me on all fours upstairs to her bedroom. Swiftly she unbuckled, unlocked and unlaced my cock sheath, allowing my hard prick to finally spring free.   She pointed me to the bathroom.   I quickly crawled across the room into the bathroom and closed the door so I could pee in private not that it really mattered anymore.    I was so hot, I wanted more than anything to cum, but I knew that if I were to relieve myself without her permission, my punishment would be far more severe than anything I had yet suffered would.  I relieved myself and crawled back to Mistress.

When I returned to the bedroom, she was sitting at the foot of the bed, waiting for me. She had removed her outer clothing, but still wore her boots, stockings and garters. And I could see she wore a red and black satin corset and no panties. The golden triangle of her pussy hairs peeked out at me from her between her crossed legs and my cock, which had deflated somewhat when I peed, once again began to swell as I gazed at her. Meekly I crawled like a worm to her feet.  Still not speaking to me, she took my arms with the leather cuffs on them and locked them together.  She commanded me to stand up and step back a few steps. She rose from the bed and went behind me.

Directly over my head, a large hook was embedded in the ceiling.  A pulley dangled from it.  A metal hook hung from the end of the rope that ran through the pulley. The other end of rope was tied off at the wall.  Mistress had loosened the knot and slowly lowered the end with the hook until it was level with my face.

She came back to stand next to me and slipped the hook through the rings of my leather wrist cuffs. Then She moved back to the wall and began slowly pull the rope back up through the pulley, raising my hands above my head and then even further until my toes just barely touched the carpet.  She then tied off the rope securing me in that strained position. With another length of rope, she tied my ankles together and likewise tied my legs together above my knee leaving me whimpering with excitement, unable to move a muscle.  She sat back down at the foot of bed.  I was suspended a foot away from her.

My cock was trembling with anticipation pointing right at her.  A glistening drop of pre cum leaked from the tip as She sat there staring at it.   Reaching out She took my tight balls in one of her hands and massaged my cock with her other.   I closed my eyes moaning with pleasure.    My cock swelled even more.  When my cock was fully hard she stopped and laughed at me as I whimpered in frustration. She had me lick up my pre-cum slime off of her hand.   She gave my balls a playful slap and picked up a short thin chain that had larger rings at either end.  Making a loop with the chain, she slipped the loop over of my cock and pulled on the end of the chain until the loop was snug, just behind the head of my cock. To other end of chain, She attached two small, leads fishing weights and still holding the chain between her fingers; She let weight swing slowly back and forth just below my cock.

My eyes widened with fear as I watched her let the weights swing.  When she let go of the chain and the weights dropped. I cried out, as the chain was tight around the head of my cock.  My hard cock was pulled down by the weights until it pointed almost to the floor.  My Mistress sat there gently flicking at the weights with her finger, causing them to swing and bounce.  Each jolt sent a stab of pain through my cock.  I tried to plead with her.  She gagged me with her dirty panties blocking my words.  Only my muffles escaped.  She got up from the bed and moved around behind me carrying a long rubber vibrator sheath and a small, four-inch vibrator. She turned on the vibrator and dropped it into the rubber sheath then dipped the end of the sheath in a jar of lubricant and approached my ass.

Rubbing the moistened end of the sheath against my asshole she slowly pushed the enclosed vibrator up into my tight ass.  I moaned as she pushed it further into me with the vibrations reaching clear to the end my cock. The four inches of vibrator finally disappeared completely inside my ass, leaving three inches of limp sheath still hanging between my cheeks. The vibrator was now firmly lodged just past my anal sphincter and I could not push it out, but by pulling on the exposed part of sheath, my Mistress could remove it whenever she wanted to.

She moved in front of me once more and started to pinch my nipples to hardness.  I moaned at this new pleasure/pain, even though I knew what it was leading up to.  My nipples hardened quickly since they were still extra sensitive from having clamps on them for a long time earlier that day. She attached the clamps once again on my tender nipples.  The pain shot through me and I jerked spasmodically, my toes leaving the floor.  It caused me to sway on the hook for a moment in anguish.  My Mistress pleased with her creation, sat down on the red satin sheets of her bed and lit a cigarette smiling with pleasure to watch my helpless body squirming as I hung before her.

"Well, now my little slave," She finally spoke to me, as I twisted and moaned in reply. "The batteries in that vibrator should last an hour or so before they run down, but, I don't want you to enjoy yourself too much."   She went to her cedar chest and picked up a cat-o nine tails and moved around behind me as I frantically shook my head at her, my eyes pleading for mercy.

She stood well back of me and laid the whip across my ass and thighs with relish. As the braided thongs landed, I jerked at my bonds, causing the weights hanging from the end of my cock to bounce and swing, increasing my discomfort. She struck me again and I cried out in spite of my gag.   My feet left the floor as I writhed in agony.  Again and again she lashed at me until my ass and thighs were crisscrossed with burning red lines of pain.  Finally she stopped and tossed the whip onto the bed.  Moving to stand in front of me, smiling at my discomfort and pain, she removed the clamps off my nipples and then slipped the chain from my cock off as well.  I sighed in relief and sagged from the hook in the ceiling.   Finally she pulled the panties from my mouth.

"Now my slave" She said to me as she gently rubbed my burning nipples with her fingertips, "what do you have to say to your Mistress?"  I managed to whisper,

"Thank you Mistress Samantha" 

"That is a very good little slave;” She laughed and gagged my mouth again with her panties.  . She patted me on the cheek and said “If this was my wedding night. I think I would put my newly slave-husband of mine in the same position you're in now, slave.  I would give him a wedding present, of spending the night just as you are - hanging from the ceiling, so I can see you when I go to sleep and when I wake up in the morning," She gave my painfully swollen cock a slight flick with her finger as She moved away from me.

"And," She continued sitting on the edge of the bed, "After spending the night being punished like that, I'm sure you will be extra good tomorrow." She began to get undressed for bed.  I watched her in renewed agony as she removed her boots. 

She stood up and slowly, seductively unhooked her stockings and rolled them down her sensuous legs.  She laughed again at my obvious frustration as she unhooked her corset and dropped it onto the bed with the rest of her clothes.  Completely nude, she sauntered past me. "Don't you go away,” She taunted me as she passed.  Then she turned off all the lights save for a small red light on her nightstand and slid her between the red satin sheets.   She leaned back against the headboard and lit a cigarette watching me all the while the vibrator was going strong in my ass, that pleasure was gradually being offset by the increasing painful strain on my arms and legs.

I moaned and tried to speak to her through the gag, but words were muffled and my Mistress only smiled at my efforts to plead with her.  "You know slave,” She said stubbing out her cigarette, "you look so sexy hanging there like that I'm getting all wet and horny.” She kicked the sheets down to the foot of the bed and exposed her moist cunt.  

Reaching into the night stand drawer, she took out her own vibrator dildo.  I groaned at this new torment of hers, but was compelled to watch her as she clicked on the vibrator and applied the tip to her cunt lips. She slowly rubbed it up and down the wet lips and circled around her clitoris. Closing her eyes she slipped the vibrator into her pussy, twisting the knobby object inside her and moving in and out for several moments before pulling it and massaging her clit once more. Faster and faster, moaning more loudly her head titled back, breathing rapidly, lost in her ecstasy.   She slid the vibrator back into her cunt and gently pushed it deeply into her, panting, until only about two inches remained in her fingers, she left it like that for over minute while vibrations filled her body with pleasure. Then she pressed the vibrator against her cunt holding it t hard as she squeezed her legs together.  Her body stiffened as she came with a long cry of pleasure.  She cried out as she came again.  The vibrator was still squeezed tightly between her legs, and then she went limp.

She lay there for several minutes, utterly spent the vibrator lying between her legs like a huge decapitated cock. Finally she reached down and switched off the vibrator and placed it on her nightstand and slowly pulled the sheet back over her again.  She smiled sleepily up at me, "Good night dear slave. Thank you for a wonderful day."  Straining at my bonds, my cock still hard and swollen, I tried to beg her to release me, but she just rolled over and turned off the light.   

At the crack of dawn, this was about three hours after she had fallen asleep. She woke up to relieve herself.  Without a word she released me from the ceiling restraints and sent me to my knees.  She had me crawl to the foot of her bed and secured my leash to the bedposts handcuffing my wrists behind my back.  The room was partially lit with the morning sun.  I eased my aching legs into a new position, carefully maintaining the silence as I watched the figure resting on the bed.  Mistress Samantha, the Goddess of Domination turned slowly in her sleep.  I was chained to the foot of her bed with a one foot steel chain and leather collar locked around my neck.  A clock chimed somewhere in the house.  With three more hours to go, My Mistress had instructed me to awaken her at eleven, and not before, or She'd cut my hide to ribbons with one of her deadly whips.

My thoughts drifted back to when I had been caught in Mistress Samantha’s awesome dominance.  She put me in severe bondage and had me endure many hours of her wicked discipline throughout the night.   She took my mind and body apart and began rebuilding them to suit her ideas of male servitude. The scenes went through my mind repeatedly.

I heard the clock chime eleven, time to awaken Mistress.  The room was filled with light.  I leaned forward and eased the sheet off of Mistress' gorgeous and bare body.  A golden chain circled her waist, bearing the key to my chain.   I kissed one long leg, then the other. She stirred as I moved my lips along her thighs and then like an exotic flower unfolding, her legs opened and I slid forward to gently kiss her exquisite pussy.  My tongue slipped up the length of her labia, once, twice, three times. As her precious lips parted, my mouth fenced with her exposed clit.

I could have stayed there for hours, but suddenly her legs clutched my head tightly.  She grabbed me by the hair and pulled me close and fumbling with the key she set me free. With a hard shove of her bare foot in my face, she pushed me off the bed.  "Get my morning newspaper, and bring me a small glass of orange juice slave.  After that, get your ass to the kitchen and fix my breakfast!   I'll have a small steak, a two egg omelet, toast and tea."        

I stumbled through my tasks and served her breakfast to her in bed.  "You don't have time to be lolling about here.   Draw me a bath; make sure that it's not too hot!  Call me when it's ready".   I went at it to obey her orders trying to time the bath to be ready as she finished her breakfast. I started the water running.  When the tub was full I called her.

When she was ready she entered the bathroom.   I immediately prostrated myself before her feet and kissed them.   The tub was full and ready for her.  I changed my mind slave.  Drain the tub.  I'll take a shower.  She sat herself on the toilet with her leg spread and instructed me to put my head on the toilet seat between them. Within a few seconds her forceful stream sloshed against the insides of the toilet bowl. When she was finished she pointed to her pussy and said, "Now lick me clean slave,” I lapped her energetically as she used my tongue as toilet paper.

She looked at her feet deciding she wanted a pedicure.  I suggested it be done after her bath.   It resulted in a quick slap across my face.  "Obey me slave.  You do what I tell you to do.” She commanded me to resume my position at her feet while she relaxed.  She instructed me to perform the pedicure.  I went to the cabinet in the bathroom and found the things I would need to do the job properly.  There was a box full of bottles of nail polish of different colors in varying shades for Mistress to select from.  I took polish remover and lifted the old material from her nails.  Next I shaped them with a file making sure she approved.  She selected a color that I applied very carefully.  She wanted a topcoat so I had to wait until the first coat dried.  The feeling I had at her feet close to her incredible legs was a reward enough for anything she wanted to use me for.  As I finished she had a bountiful bowel movement.

She took my chin and lifted it so I would have to look into her eyes.  "You know slave," She laughed, "There is more to being a toilet slave than merely being on the receiving end of a golden shower."  Then she stood up, turned around and put her ass in my face.   She spread her ass cheeks. "Lick the shit from my asshole, worm.  It’s all you're good for being my toilet paper.  Lick it and lick it good!"  She demanded.  Without hesitation, my tongue darted out, landing squarely on the entrance of her anus.  I moved my tongue with a back and forth motion, wiping the shit from her asshole.  She demanded that I make sure that I get every last speck. Up-and-down, and all around, my tongue polished her asshole as I strained myself to go as deep as possible until She was satisfied.   She put my devotion to test by standing over me and pushed my head into the toilet bowl, holding my face down into the soiled water with her foot on the back of my head!  Her evil laughter was music to my drowning ears.  I was to remain there as she took a fifteen-minute shower.

       

When she was finished, I was ordered to quickly hand her a towel and to clean up my face. She wanted me on my back lying on the floor with a bath mat over my body.  She stepped out of the shower and stood on me as she finished drying herself. Then she walked out of the bathroom.

When she returned, she had a toothbrush in hand wearing only a robe.  She ordered me to scrub her bathroom floor with it, along with her tub, sink, and mirrors while she got dressed.  When she returned she was wearing a black leather bra and pair of skin-tight leathers slacks. 

She came into the bathroom brushing her teeth and intentionally bumped into me causing her to spit toothpaste on the floor instead of in the sink. Since this could only be my fault, she demanded that I lick it up the mess off the floor.  Then she continued to brush her teeth as she used my wide-open mouth, to spit into.  There is nothing more humiliating than being used as a receptacle for human waste. 

       

Afterwards she threw some of her toys in the sink which I had to clean immediately.  She stood by with a whip in case I did not move as swiftly as she liked.   After she inspected them and she ordered me to take them to her dungeon downstairs. Then she gave me additional chores in addition to cleaning her bedroom, making her bed and cleaning up her kitchen.

Just as I was finishing my chores in the kitchen Mistress Samantha had me report to her in the living room.  She wanted me to serve her a cup of tea.   She was smoking a cigarette.  I served her tea.  She had me kneel before her.  She blew smoke in my face. I was not used to the smoke causing me to cough.   She used my mouth as an ashtray again and after she finished her smoke, she put the cigarette out on my palm.  By now I was becoming immune to pain.  I was fast becoming a zombie.  She made me eat the butt off my hand.  Afterwards she pulled my hair and head back and commanded me to open my mouth wide.  She loved spitting into my mouth.  She then a wad spit into it.  Then she filled her mouth with tea and deposited it into my still open mouth, causing her to rollick with a sidesplitting laugh.  "Slave has tea with his Mistress."

Afterwards she had me fetch her black oxford pumps out of her wardrobe upstairs like a retriever dog.  She had me put them on her feet and put me to work, licking her shoes.  Giving me the full rein, I did the first one in it’s entirely, including the soles and sucking the heels- before She offered me the other.  "Slave I need them nice and shiny because I don't want my friend Lydia to look better than I do."   She told me about her friend Lydia who was visiting today.  She gave me strict instructions and warned me not to dare embarrass her.   Just as I was licking the side of her shoe and my erection full there was knock at the door.  Mistress Samantha looked down at me and said, “Slave answer the door.  It's probably Lydia.  Stay on your knees and keep your head down. Don't look her in the eye. When door is closed, I want you to press your lips on her feet and tell her who you are Do you understand slave?"  

"Yes Mistress."   I did exactly as she instructed. I opened the door, kept my head down and after closing it, I prostrated myself at her feet and kissed her shoe. "I'm slave steve,” I said. "I belong to Mistress Samantha."   Mistress Lydia laughed, stroked my head, picked up the end of leash and said,   "How nice,  a new slave.   Come along slave. I'm a little agitated this afternoon and I can use your services. Turning to Samantha, Lydia asked, "Why didn't you tell me you had a new one?  I would have been over last night." 

"I just got him Friday night,” Samantha responded.  And I plan to keep him a long time."  They adjourned to the living room, as I served them both, a glass of wine.  Mistress Lydia is an attractive looking Latino with beautiful olive skin, firm breasts and exquisite legs.  She was in her early 20's and was dressed in a black silky dress with dark stockings and high-heeled pumps.  There, my purpose was to be on all fours to be their footstool or end table, while they chatted and smoked some grass.  Meanwhile they mocked and toyed with me.  I was made to lick Mistress Lydia’s shoes clean.  "I see a spot of dirt on her right foot and bit of dust on her heel.  Clean it immediately." Mistress Samantha commanded me.  Without speaking or rising I licked the smudge from her shoe.  I licked them clean until they were immaculate.

"Would you mind Samantha, if I took your slave into your dungeon for a few minutes?"  She was still agitated and felt that she needed a whipping boy to beat on.  "Not at all” replied Mistress Samantha, as she handed Mistress Lydia e my leash.

"Actually, I've been looking forward to seeing your next slave.  Now that he's here I can give the pig a good look see." She led away on my hands and knees.  Once in the jungle she inspected me in closer detail and noted my erection.   She sat herself on the throne and I knelt before her and kissed her shoes.  "Take them off slave."   I sniffed the odors from her shoes and her nylon clad feet.  She extended her limb straightforward, arching her foot as she did. "Suck my toes, slave."

I felt myself being tugged towards her by my leash and soon I had her toes wriggling in my mouth. I sucked them individually before she gently pushed them all between my lips.  Withdrawing, she offered me the other foot and toes before telling me to put back her shoes back on her feet.  Then Mistress Lydia stood, and turned her back to me and brought the leash between her legs.  Pulling it tight, she forced my head against her buttocks.  "Kiss and lick my ass, slave. I want every inch of it moist by the time you're finished."   I went to work as Mistress Lydia bent forward, giving my mouth and tongue access to the entire area. I licked her completely; stopping only when she jerked the leash then dropped it.

Mistress Lydia then picked up a pair of wrist shackles.  "Put your hands behind your back, slave," She commanded.  "I want them out of way before I introduce you to a new brand of punishment."

I responded the only way I knew, "Yes, Mistress." 

"Samantha is your Mistress,” She said. "You call me Lady Lydia."

"Yes Lady Lydia."

"Get your ass in the air and your head to the floor.  I've been looking forward to whipping a man ever since your Mistress dumped what's his name over three weeks ago."  She stood behind me and ran the whip's strands lightly down my back and over my ass before pulling away.  Then she applied the whip in a very angry punitive manner.  Lady Lydia whipped harder than Mistress Samantha did.  I did not know that was possible.   I squirmed, moaned and cried as the whipping progressed without a letup.  

"That's it slave boy," She said.  "Hurt for me.  I love whipping men and I love hearing them whimper when I'm doing it."   She casually administered about 65 lashes across my backside until Mistress Samantha walked into dungeon.  She joined the fun unleashing a dozen lashes to my ass.   Afterwards I was ordered to drop to my knees and thank them for punishing me.  I paid homage to them, by kissing their whips and feet.

After I was un-cuffed, Mistress Samantha with her short riding crop straddled my back. Her warm, firm buttocks pressed against my back.   She rode me through her house into the kitchen lashing my thighs and exposing my butt to her crop as we went. Into the kitchen, Mistress Samantha had something special for me in a dog bowl, Table scraps and water. 

"Ready for din-din? Lady Lydia snapped as she took the crop and gave my balls a flick making my cock jerk.

"Yes, Mistress," I cried and quickly remembering to bark.

After my meal, and I was to made crawl on all fours to my Mistress' back yard.  There I was to entertain both ladies, by performing dog tricks.  They had me fetch a stick and had me piss on a bush with one leg up like a dog.  Mistress Samantha held the leash so there was no slack between her hand and my neck. She wanted me to feel and to know that she had total control and that she intended to exercise it. 

Lady Lydia ordered me to bark. My "woof, woof" amused them. Mistress Samantha then attached the end of the leash to post and had me to continue to bark out loudly while they went inside laughing.  I was to continue to bark like a dog until I was told otherwise.  Just like a puppy dog, they just loved the sight of having a naked male human being collared on the leash, barking like a dog. 

I was still barking after ten minutes.  Mistress Samantha came outside and unleashed me, leading me into the house.  Well, so my little pet doggie has come back. You're a bad doggie, to run away like that. You should beg to me to let you in.,” said my Mistress.  

"Please, Mistress...” I stammered 

"No, like a dog." Mistress Samantha shouted as I squatted on my legs and raised my hands up to my chest.   "You can do better than that” I let my tongue hang out and panted, and stared pleadingly up to her eyes.   "Well, look at my doggie’s penis," said Mistress Samantha, pointing at my swollen member. "He must have run away to find a naughty bitch to take care of it for him. You will have to be punished for that" 

Heel!" said Mistress Samantha before turning and walking into the middle of the living room. I started to stand up.  "Down you mutt!" She yelled.  "If you don't know your proper place, I shall have to teach it to you."  Meanwhile both of them where sitting on the sofa, sipping wine and discussing who was a better dominatrix.   First I was to lick Lady Lydia’s shoes, while Mistress Samantha whipped my ass with a crop. When I was finished shining them clean with my tongue they switched positions.  Afterwards they looked at their shoes, to see who had the shiniest.  Then they had me light their cigarettes.   Both used my mouth as their ashtray while they took turns, commanding me to perform dog tricks such as; play dead, rollover, and fetch for a ball.  They even had me beg like a dog and rewarded me by spitting big saliva balls into my mouth.   Meanwhile both Mistresses where getting bored and decide to go out.   But first they had to do something about me. 

Mistress Samantha turned to Lady Lydia and said, “You know, I think the house is sufficiently tidy and that there not any chores to keep him busy while we're out.  Why don't you prepare him to wait for my return this evening?"  " I'd love to do this to him" Lady Lydia laughed.  She took me upstairs by my leash to Mistress’ bedroom.  Meanwhile I was taking up a two- foot long wooden spreader bar, a pink satin elasticized blindfold and length of rope from the dungeon. There in my Mistress" bedroom, Lady Lydia began by tying my knees together.  Then she ordered me to kneel and spread my feet as far apart as I could.   She tied one anklet each end of the bar, forcing him to strain my legs to match the bars full length.  "Cross your wrists behind your back," Lady Lydia commanded. She proceeded to tie them together forming an X with rope as she wound it in and out around them.  After knotting the cord at my wrists securely, she ran another length of rope around the elbows, forcing them together and beginning the first hints of extreme soreness in my shoulders.  A final bit of rope was attached to the bonds at my wrists and then ran through the eye screw at the center of the spreader bar.  I was forced to bend awkwardly and painfully backward, my hardened nipples pointed towards the ceiling.  She smiled at my Mistress who watched the binding process with fascination and asked “How's that love?" 

"Very nice, I think he'll still be here when I get back, don't you?"  They laughed together as Mistress Samantha slipped the blindfold over my eyes causing me to feel a moment of panic as I thought I might lose my balance and topple.    Mistress Samantha took a pair of her soiled panties and placed them over my face, as I had to inhale her pungent odors.  "Hold your Mistress' heels in your mouth or you will suffer severe punishment," said Lady Lydia as She put a pair of Mistress Samantha’s' spiked heels into my mouth.   "Think about worshipping your Goddess Samantha while she is gone. 

Create a prayer for her and have it ready for her, when she returns this evening.  The sensation passed quickly as I realized how totally immobile I really was, with the tripod like base formed by my legs; I would have a hard time falling over even if I wanted to.  I sensed my Mistress approaching and felt her warm sweet breath as she whispered in my ear.  "Here a little something to help you stay awake, while we're gone."  I felt a sudden sting as she clipped a wooden clothespin on each of my nipples, and I gasped involuntary as I heard her say to Lady Lydia. "Come on sweets. Let's see if we can find a double feature. Something that is nice and long. "Over the giggles I heard the door shut as they both let out an evil laugh while they walked out. Leaving me alone in this complete darkness closet, helpless in bondage.  They would not be back for a long time

I waited for their return in fear as I had already dropped my Goddess' shoes from my mouth a few hours ago.  When I heard them enter the house about a half-hour later, Lady Lydia opened the closet and she was not pleased with me after she saw my Goddess’ shoes on the floor.  She immediately grabbed the nipple chain and yanked it off of me causing me to scream out in pain.  Then she dragged me out of the closet and loosens the ropes off me.  Then she had to quickly to take care of a personal need by going to the bathroom. Meanwhile Mistress Samantha entered the room and immediately picked up a riding crop and flogged me savagely.         

After my punishment, she removed the blindfold from my eyes and pushed me to the floor.  I was groveling her feet thanking her for punishing me.  Lady Lydia had just flushed the toilet and came out of the bathroom.   She sat herself on the bedroom's lounge chair.   I was to crawl to her and wait for my next command.   She wanted her pussy to be pleasured.        

"Assume the position, slave, “Lady Lydia commanded. "I have decided to reward you the honor of servicing my pussy." I knew this meant for me to get down on my hands and knees and crawl over to her. When I reached her, she rested her palm on my head and began to ruffle my hair in much the same way that you would pet a dog's head.  The tasty scent of pussy wafted towards my nose and I couldn't wait to dive in.  But I knew that I would have to bide my time. It's part of the discipline. Finally she yanked my hair, pulling my face in her snatch. I began licking her parting cunt lips with my tongue.  I worked my way inside her slick cunt and gave her a slow tongue fucking.  Still holding my head,. Lady Lydia let out a deep-throated whimper.  "Keep licking, slave and maybe I'll let you suck on my tits for awhile,” I worked my way up to her clitoris and applied a bit of pressure onto her sensitive nub. Licking it back and forth.  I worked her to a state of extreme sexual arousal, and was eager to get her off.  I knew that I was doing something right, because it wasn't long before she was thrusting her hips and grinding her snatch in my face, moving in a rhythmic motion as I tongued her to a climax.  While I was eating out Lady Lydia I heard Mistress Samantha behind me.  Being occupied with the pussy between my lips I didn't bother turning to see what she was up to, but I found out soon enough anyway.  I felt the first stroke of the whip lashing across the checks of my beaten ass and realized that Mistress Samantha had been fishing around for equipment, which she can use to beat me.  She loves to whip my ass, and has it down to a sexual science.

The first strokes came down soft and almost soothing, leaving a pleasant sting burning across my flesh.  From there it got harder and harder, as did my cock. Noticing that I was developing quite a boner, Mistress Samantha began applying the whip to my prick.  "Let's see what kind of hard-on this gives you,” She said, bringing the strands across my balls with a tempo that was soft enough to be pleasurable in a delicate area.  Feeling the leather strands stroking my balls turned me on so much that I began eating Lady Lydia’s pussy with a new vigor that brought her to quick orgasms.  She moaned loudly with her thighs clamped around my head, bringing my face flush with her bald pussy forcing me to apply extra pressure to her clit.

Her mid section began to buck and for a moment it felt as if my head was being pulled off my shoulders! But as the force of her orgasm subsided, so did her hold over my head.

She loosened her grip and stood up. "You did such a good job on that want to see how you are at eating assholes shitface."   She turned around and spread opens the cheeks of her ass.  With her anus exposed, I dug my tongue inside, drilling between those creamy globes of flesh and penetrating my tongue into the deeper reaches of her anus. The smell inside was especially pungent, and the taste was turning me on. "I just took a shit and didn't even to bother to wipe my ass!" Lady Lydia said with a hoot.   “I don’t even have buy toilet paper as long as I have you around slave." said Mistress Samantha.   I continued to lick Lady Lydia’s asshole, enjoying the taste of her fresh excrement as Mistress Samantha continued whipping my ass. This time she substituted the riding crop for a whip and was giving me quick flicks from the stiff tab leather.  By this point my ass red and sore, but I didn't want her to letup a minute. The pain felt too good.   When Lady Lydia felt that She had enough anal service, She stepped way and commended me on job well done.  I thanked her and waited obediently for my next command. "After eating all the shit from my ass, I bet you're very thirsty,” She said, standing over me with her legs spread.

"Yes Mistress, I am,” I answered.  "Well that's good, because I have full bladder of piss that I want you wash the sweet taste of my ass down with,” Mistress Samantha turned me over on my back and used a small whip on my cock while Lady Lydia straddled my face her open pussy ready to flow piss. It came down in a golden stream that went down my throat.  Like an obedient slave, I swallowed all of it not letting a precious drop of her piss spill out of my mouth. It all went down my throat and I savored the warm taste of her golden nectar.    Now it was Mistress Samantha turn to be satisfied as she was sitting down.   I gently sucked on her clit. Not having to tell me thing, she leveled her snatch over my face and I went to work.  "Mmmmm, lick that fucking pussy, slave," She whispered into my ear.  "All you're good for is cunt lapping." Grateful for her compliment, I licked and sucked her love button with intense fervor. I nuzzled it between my lips sucking on it as it were a cock.

Lady Lydia wearing a strap-on dildo and was giving me thorough butt fucking with it.  I felt the rubber dick sliding in and out of my asshole. She slowly picked up the speed, fucking me like she was a man on verge of coming.  As she worked the dildo in and out of my ass showing no delicacy whatsoever, I continued to lick my Mistress' clit.  She was grinding her cunt into my face, holding me by the ears and guiding me over any sensitive spot she wanted special attention for. “I always liked slaves with big ears, she joked, and “They make me come so good."  Meantime my cock was stiff and my balls were filling up with semen. I was aching to shoot off my load, I but didn't dare until my Mistress told me to do. Of course, I had to think of them first, and wouldn't even consider shooting off until they were both sexually satisfied.

It only took a few more laps over Mistress Samantha’s clit before she had a powerful orgasm. With the needs of Mistress Samantha and Lady Lydia taken care of I was hoping that they would at least watch me jerk off, but it wasn't to be. "That was very nice." Mistress Samantha said. Both of them sat together, cuddling each other, kissing each other leaving me to play with my cock as I was trying to get it hard.  They teased me as they dug their spiked heels in my flesh.   "How would you like to shot that ridiculous cock of yours? But do you deserve to squirt?'  Said, Mistress Samantha, I answered. "Only you Goddess know whether I deserve to shoot my cock."  After teasing for five minutes with their feet, Mistress Samantha looked deeply into my eyes and asked, “is there something you would like to ask me slave,"

"Yes Mistress,” I stammered with my heart in my throat, "May I have your Majesty's permission to play with myself?”   She denied me.  Then Mistress Samantha secured my wrists behind my back while Lady Lydia placed a cock cage on my swollen member and butt a plug up my ass.  Then they took out clothespins out and decorated my body, putting pins on my under arms, thighs, nipples, cock, and balls.

Mistress Samantha had to relieve herself, so she led me by leash to her bathroom and tossed me into the tub.  I was to lie on my back as she stood on both sides of the tub.   She pissed over my cock and spit in my face. Then she walked out to join Lady Lydia in the bedroom as the both of them made love together for over hour.  I was left alone in bondage to be peed on by them during the course of the night.

CHAPTER 3 (Day Two and Three)

"Slave wake up,"   Mistress Samantha woke me up by pissing in my face. Then she took of my cuffs and gave me instructions.  Then she went back to bed.  Lady Lydia must have left early in the morning or late last night.   I drained the tub and washed it out.   I was to remove my collar then take quick shower and shave.  When done I was to replace my slave collar.  I dashed to the slave bathroom off of the dungeon in the basement.  After cleaning myself per her instructions I replaced my slave collar and made for the kitchen.  I went to retrieve the newspaper, praying the delivery person got it close enough to the door that I did not have to run out too far naked as I was to do so.  Then I went to the kitchen to prepare her breakfast.  Today it would be guava juice, fresh fruit, bacon, toast and tea.  I thought it would be interesting to make the bacon two ways today, in a skillet on the stove and in the microwave, not to be smart but to see if Mistress preferred one way over the other.  I would tell her what I did after she tasted the two versions.  When everything was done and proper I placed everything, including the morning paper on the serving tray and entered her bedroom.   I placed the tray on her nightstand then crawled to the foot of her my Goddess’s bed.  It was not yet time to wake her up so I waited with my head bowed, hoping the bacon didn't get chilled even though it was covered by a silver dome.  I checked the clock.

I then crawled to the window and began to open the draperies. The first rays of sun flooded the room.  My eyes lowered as she stretched and kicked back the covers exposing her ivory feet.  I longed to rush over and kiss them.  It was cold outside but the birds were singing anyhow.

She rose pulling up her silky nightgown exposing her long sharply legs.  I swiftly crawled to receive her golden gift, gulping furiously as she relieved herself into my waiting mouth.  I lapped the moist drops from her when she had finished.

"You may serve my breakfast now," She said with her arms stretched above her exposing her full breasts and attractive nipples as her backwards motion thrust them up into the silk fabric.   I quickly brought the tray to her as she sat at the small glass and chrome table near the window. She began to read the morning paper as I poured her tea into a china cup.  I knelt on the floor near her as she ate.   Every now and then she would hand me some sort of scrap which I ate from her fingers much as a dog would.   A few scraps of bread crust and fat from the bacon.  She continued with the paper and eating in slowly.  Every now and then she would look to locate some item on the tray or indicate to me to pour more tea.  When she had finished she pushed the tray across the table indicating she was done keeping the cup.   I crawled over and retrieved the tray on my arm.

"Slave, why was there two plates of bacon?"

I explained what I did and asked which she liked better.  Her remark was it made no difference as far as she was concerned.  But she did applaud that I was thinking of her. 

She saw me struggling with the tray and admonished me, "Get up slave!  It will take you forever that way," She said looking up at me. Quickly I rose shamefaced and rush to take the tray back to the kitchen.  I then loaded the tray with an empty blue bowl, a glass of water, her toothbrush, dental floss and mouthwash.  I quickly returned to her room and held it where she was sitting.

When she laid the paper onto paper the table she turned and looked down at me kneeling there with this tray in my arms.   I had been there for full ten minutes.  When I received her signal I placed the tray onto the table.  I handed her the toothbrush onto which I had already put a generous amount of toothpaste on.   She brushed her teeth while I held my mouth open wide for her should she want to expectorate into when she stopped brushing She spit into my waiting mouth.  This was followed up with a rinse of water, which also ended in my mouth.  Finally she used mouthwash but spit that into the bowl.  She wasn't sure if it was so good to fill her slave with that stuff. 

"I have an appointment with my tennis instructor, and need to get dressed now,” She told me. I went to her closet and selected the proper attire.  She stepped into her outfit and I looked up at her. "What are doing?  Fetch my socks and tennis shoes slave." She snarled with a quick crack across my cheek with my cheek with her palm.  My face was stinging as I rushed back into the closet to look for her shoes. Having located them, I crawled from the closet, shoes in one hand, socks in the other. With the swiftness of a cat she leaped from the edge of the bed where sitting, waiting for me to put on her shoes was and grabbed my collar giving me a series of sharp slaps across one side of my face, then the other.  "So you wish to make me late me, do you?        

"Oh no oh my n,” I begged.

"So you want to crawl around like a dog then?  Very well,” She said her voice menacing and low like a growling big cat. She walked to the farthest area of the room.  "Put the shoes in your mouth doggie, and bring them to me, and do not get one droplet of spit on them."  I quickly complied with her order, first placing the rolled up socks into the shoes so that I would not arrive at the other side of the room without them. Then on all fours I quickly padded over to where she stood towering over me glaring. "For your sake you had better hope that I win my game today."  She muttered as she stood first on one leg then on the other pulling on her socks and then her shoes. She nimbly walked across the room and took a long stout paddle from the wall where it hung and began to swing it like it was a tennis racket. "Come here slave, so I can practice my tennis swing. Put those little ass cheeks up where I can reach them." She said as she paddled my ass.  My ass cheeks then served as two tennis balls until they were bright red.

She threw the paddle into the chair and glanced at the clock,   "While I am gone slave.  I want you in the dungeon polishing my throne, then hanging the portrait of myself, Your Goddess above it,. I want those two big pink candles on each side.  I want a complete shrine to myself so my slaves can pray and worship their Goddess Samantha,   I will expect to see my reflection in the dark wood as well.  Do you understand slave?"

"Yes my Goddess Samantha."  I replied humbling myself.

"There is also a checklist of chores, posted on the refrigerator door that had better be accomplished by my return, which will be about 5:30 this afternoon."  She said as she grabbed her tennis racket.  "Assume the position of my door mat." She said as I responded, by lying on my stomach.  "Wish me luck slave."  As she walked all over my back then looked over her shoulder at me, a humbled male slave.   She walked out of her bedroom and her house.  I had better get to work immediately.   

In the dungeon I kneeled before her throne with polish and rag in hand. The throne was made of solid dark mahogany wood with beautiful hand carvings, which were sexual, bizarre and erotic in nature. The seat and back had red satin pillows with solid brass clips, which attached like rings of chain.  Beneath the seat was toilet seat that was placed over a holding basin with a hole in the base, just big enough for a slave's neck. As I polished I thought of all the slaves that bowed before this throne or had their heads encased under this toilet seat.  I wondered how many.

If the throne could talk, I am quite sure that the tales would make one's hair stand on the end.  I speak only of my Mistress' ownership let alone the women who may previously have owned it. The throne already glistened when I began my task.   I polished this cherished treasure with the goal of making it reflect as if was made out of glass. It was not a reasonable goal to polish every inch of the throne to the highest possible luster. 

I thought of the many hours it cast its dark reflective images which when combined with the light of the candles and the aura of her Majesty my Goddess Samantha presented one awesome effect that could be quite unnerving. The only light permitted in this room is candlelight.  The flickering candles reflected my image onto the high wood back and for a moment my heart beat faster as I was spooked by a gargoyle like apparition mingling with the numerous carved faces.

The sound of the telephone ringing in the other room brought me out of my temporary fright.  My temples still throbbed with a rush of adrenaline...glad for a moment to escape this chamber even for a brief moment.   I dropped the rag and rushed to the door to get to a phone.  I left it open.  The phone's insistent ring sounded again and again.  I was like a rather a scared rabbit.  I dashed up the stair and down the hall and grabbed the receiver and calmly said hello.  .

A female voice asked for my Mistress.

"She is not in at the moment, may I take a message." I said, my chest still somewhat heaving. 

The woman on the phone said her name was Linda.  She told me to have my owner give her a call when she returned” I inquired if she had her number and the woman replied, "Of course."  I didn't remember ever hearing of woman named Linda, although the words "owner" definitely placed what kind of friend this Linda was in my mind.  Before She hung up She admonished me "don’t forget now will you."   I assured her in my most polite tone that I would not.   She hung up and I went back to work.  I looked at the list Mistress left for me: 

1. Clean kitchen; wash dishes, scrub the floor with a toothbrush, and wipe down cabinets,   counter tops and sink.

2.  Wash and ironed her clothes, hand wash her lingerie and straighten up her wardrobe.

3.  Dusted furniture and vacuumed carpets.

4.  Clean bathrooms; scrub toilets, sinks, floors, tubs, etc.

For the next seven hours I labored putting all my energy into the assigned tasks.  I love working for my Goddess.  When all the work was done and I was satisfied it was as good as I could do.  I went to the dungeon and bowed before my Goddess shrine and rehearsed my recitation of a prayer of adoration to her I have been creating in my mind for last few days.

It was eight hours later when I heard her car pull into the garage.  It was 5:30 sharp.  My Goddess had returned. I instantly responded to the door placing myself as I was instructed.  She entered the house wearing a new outfit.  It was a black leather skirt with a jacket, dark stockings and high-heeled sandals.  I greeted her by kissing her feet and awaited her next command.  "Where's my drink," asked Mistress Samantha, standing over me with her hands on her hips.  She had just completed a hard day of tennis and shopping.

After taking her coat, purse and shopping bags I reverently kissed the tips of her shoes, I followed her into the living room.  "I will not tolerate forgetfulness in my slaves,” She said sternly. "Now present yourself for punishment!"  Upon hearing those words "Present yourself," I immediately arched my back and stiffened, sticking out my behind so as to offer her crop full access.   She held the crop gracefully.  It was hard not to notice her expensive jewelry and long perfectly manicured nails.   "If I chip a nail whipping you, you're in big trouble," She warned and brought it down onto my tender flesh.  I knew to count out each stroke saying, "Thank you Mistress Samantha, may I have another,” after each one.  Fifteen in all, for my infraction, the last five delivered with particular ferocity.  Mistress Samantha liked to make them hurt.  "And why shouldn't you suffer?"  “You lucky to be in my presence," She said.   I had no disagreement with her assertion.        

After my whipping, I hurried into the kitchen to fetch her drink. I had misjudged her arrival time forgetting to remove the frozen margaritas chilling in the freezer.  They were frozen but not frozen stiff.  I hoped she would like them this way.  I crawled back in the living room holding the serving I was learning to manage.   She took her drink, looked at it and began sipping it.   I presented her with today's mail.  She chastised me for not having the enveloped slit so it would be easy for her to open.  She instructed me to be sure to do it just before giving her the mail.  Mail was not for slave's noses.   She sipped her drink and read her mail.   I groveled at her feet.  "You may worship my feet," She said.  I began by removing one shoe and reverently kissing her beautiful foot, simultaneously massaging it.  She kicked me in the face and said, “You’re tickling me slave, kiss harder. I want worship I can feel"   She began reading a magazine.

After a time she crossed her leg so I began on the other foot.  She had me stop.  "I've had enough for now. Place my shoes back on and bend over in front of me, I want to put my feet up."  I remained on all fours as her footstool.  One leg was placed directly over my back, the other bent at the knee, with her spiked heel anchored firmly in my side.  She gave me a smirk and went back to her magazine, ignoring me.  Some articles annoyed her; they were so patronizing to Women, and even worse were the stories and letters from Women, dissatisfied with their relationships.  "If only they could realize their Female power."  She thought, “They would never have to suffer emotionally or physically because of the ridiculous male ego."  She knew all too well that their egos went out the windows when they were all hot and sexed up enough.   A Woman could demand anything.  Case in point was I, the wimp footstool beneath her foot.

Mistress Samantha decided to have some fun with me. While digging one heel in my side she took her other foot and reached down below me, gently stroking the length of my cock with the tip of her shoe.  She smiled as she heard my breathing become heavier and my hips begin to sway gently.   "Have you been practicing in your shoes?"  She asked in an animated, mocking tone, almost singing.  I said no, “Well you'll have to show me, slave."   Then she ordered me on all fours and she climbed on my back to ride me like a horse to her dungeon.  There she saw her shrine with the picture of her on the wall, the throne polished so she could see her pretty face in it. And the pink candles properly placed for the first time.   It would be my job to keep the candles burning.

She sat herself down and relaxed on her throne with her legs crossed and a black pump dangling sexily from on her foot.  She pointed to the floor.  I prostrated myself before her.   She demanded that I recite the prayer of adoration to her, which I was to create yesterday.  I became emotional.

"Oh Magnificent Mistress Samantha,

i submit myself to You most holy person and pray that i satisfy your slightest whim.

You are my Supreme and only Goddess, the absolute Owner of my worthless body and soul.

You are everything and i am nothing but a worthless piece of shit.

i exist only for your comfort, pleasure and glory.  Existing as your personal plaything and pet,

a simple toy for your amusement and pleasure.

i am  begging to you  in total submission of myself, Almighty Goddess Samantha, to have the honor of serving you as your slave and to worship you continuously by laying all rights of a human being before your throne.

For i shall beg for cruel punishment, for every prompt confession of disobedience towards you.

For your whip shall be the meaning of discipline and justice to me.

For i shall learn to crawl at your feet like an insect,

which is far above me in your realm than I can hope to be.

For i shall be like the dust on your boots, acting humble before You and Your image,  i pray to you!

Mistress Samantha

My Queen, My Supreme Goddess"

I had recited my prayer of adoration to my Goddess Samantha. She was it.  She had me recite the prayer to her several times. She used her crop on my penis because it was dripping pre-cum.  This shrine was to be worshiped continuously when I was not serving her or sleeping. I must kneel before her image and pray silently to my Goddess Samantha.

It was clear to my Goddess I have reached a point of no return.  I was hers to do whatever she wanted me to do.  I would jump off a high bridge if she told me to.  This moment was a truly spiritual one for me.

I asked permission to speak, mostly to remind her of the phone call by Linda.  She approved and I related the conversation.  I repeated that she told me to give the message to my Owner.   I asked how she knew that.  She laughed and told me it was not my concern.  "You didn't dispute it, did you slave?"

Mistress sent me to her closet for a pair of red spiky stiletto shoes, size 10 meaning they were for me.  "Get them slave.  Bring them here."   I was to pick them up in my mouth and crawl back to my Mistress.   When I returned with them in my mouth she had a broad smile on her face.  "May I stand and entertain you, Mistress," I asked knowing this is what I was expected to say.

Mistress Samantha was just placing a long thin cigarette to her red ruby lips. Upon seeing this, I bolted to her and lit it. Her face was close to my mine because she pulled my leash to her.  I was hypnotized as she pursued her lips and took a long drag from the cigarette.  She held it elegantly in her long fingers and began blowing the smoke into my face. It excited me in an incredibly sexual way I didn't understand.

"I almost had to wait." She said imperiously staring at me with a raised eyebrow. "Now walk for me” I slipped my feet into the shoes and tried to balance on the extremely high heels, placing one hand on my hip and the other gracefully as I could in the air.  Then with red-faced embarrassment and shame I began to walk. She watched and snickered, barking orders, and enjoying the show. "Walk more daintily. Hold your pinkie finger out...that is sway those hips more, MORE! SLAVE!" I hopped around, swaying my hips and swinging my up held hand, trying to look feminine.  Actually I looked ridiculous which is exactly what Mistress Samantha wanted.  "That's better sweetie," She giggled.

"I'm not being entertained enough yet.   You’ll have to try harder.   I'm still not entertained, and then I'll have to hurt you.  Let's see... I know; suck your thumb, get it good and wet..., now reach between your legs and stick it up your ass" I had to obey. "I want to see it go all the way in, "She smiled.  I bent over slightly, grimacing as I slowly "fringed" myself.  "Now put your other thumb in your mouth and walk around like that, and I had better see that ass wiggle!"  I complied, by blushing a deep red, tears of shame streaming down my face. "Now I want you to hop on one leg... and make sure you keep those thumbs in," She warned. Her giggling turned into uproarious laughter as I hopped around sucking my thumb, with the other one up my behind. Her breast jiggled slightly under her short clingy black mini dress. She hiked it up exposing her pussy, licked her middle finger, placed it between her crossed legs, and played with herself. This could only mean trouble for me; the hotter she got, the crueler she became. She threw back her head, enjoying the ball of the heat building up inside her as she alternately squeezed her nipples, watching her slave continue this obscene dance. The pressure built inside her, until finally she sunk deep into the cushions of the chair and climaxed. She bit her lip and moaned while explosion after explosion of shuddering orgasm ripped through her.  All while her fool, I hopped obediently.

After a time she regained her composure. She then looked at me hopping around like a perverted clown, slick with sweat. It disgusted her.  She smoothed her dress down and when I hopped by her She raised her heeled foot and kicked me off balance, knocking me to the floor. Instinctively I put my hand out in front of me to break my fall.

"SLAVE! I didn't tell you to remove your thumbs, did I?"  She screamed.  I tried to get up and continue but she shoved me back down, planting her spiked heel on my back. "You disobeyed me slave," She said curtly, leaning down hard on that heel, for effect.  With an evil smile on her face, she said "Time to suffer for me slave." 

In this dungeon she had so many devices she used for inflicting pain it was hard to count. Torture is a hobby for her, even an art.  She derived great pleasure and satisfaction in its practice. There was nothing like watching a man writhe in agony at her hand, to relieve her tensions of the day.  She placed a leather hood on my head blocking out sight and most sound.  She placed me spread eagle against the X-frame with my wrists and ankles secured in the appropriate places. Little did I realize the frame I was on was a spin wheel.  She loved to whip slaves on it. The wheel was attached to a variable speed motor, which could keep it spinning continually if she desired. 

She put heavily weighted painful clamps on me, which twisted and pulled my nipples in all directions as the wheel turned.   She removed the cage from my cock and lightly massaged it until it was fully erect.  After putting me in severe bondage she walked out the room leaving, her victim, and spinning slowly.  Upstairs my Mistress took a long leisurely bath sipping champagne while I hung helplessly upside down in pain.

About an hour and twenty minutes later the first sound I heard above the low moan of the motor was the click of her heels on the dungeon floor.  She walked straight to me with a cold glare and sinister smile.  She had that ultra-feminine, haughty look that made me know I was her slave.  She was now wearing a black leather bra and panties with thigh high black leather boots, her trademark.   Now that strange yet familiar feeling washed over me. Her devastating beauty filled me with uncontrollable desire. Mixed with my lust was fear of this beauty and the power it gave her.  My love for her and devotion was complete. And though I dreaded the pain she undoubtedly caused me to know inside me I needed it, and would actually feed on her cruelty.  I wanted to suffer for her but I knew her sadistic nature would continually breach my limits so as to make me beg for her mercy. Either way I had no choice.  She made sure of that.  I was usually in some form of helpless bondage, whether physical, or psychological, and She was an expert at both.

She let the wheel spin until I was upside down. Then she switched the motor and she smiled down at me. She spent a moment to check my bonds, satisfied that I was secured, and then teased me by gently scratching her long fingernails along my long erection. She loved to make me wait for pain.

Then she produced a small number of thin rubber bands, each looped at one end. She placed these around my stiff cock from the base to the head.  After adjusting them, she playfully pulled on one the loops stretching it out a few inches from my flesh.  She would look down at my pleading face and watched me cringe as she let it snap back down on my penis. The sharp sting was incredible, and I let out a startled gasp, as chills ran up and down my flesh, it if felt like hot pins.  She switched around in no specific order, enjoying the fear in my eyes as I strained to see which one she would choose next and how far out she would pull it before letting it strike.        

My entire cock was bright red from her cruel attention, but it was harder than ever as well.  Dark red and purple circles began to appear under the rubber bands. Later she would joke about my "peppermint striped" dick.  But by now she was finished warming me up.  She spun me upright to let some blood leave my pounding head.  Now it was time to really make me scream. She stepped over to a large mahogany cabinet and swung open the doors.  Inside was a vast collection of whips and paddles, gags, harnesses and bondage gear. . I swallowed dryly as she chose the penis whip. This sinister looking device had flat black handle, much like a paintbrush, with many thin strands of braided leather hanging from the base. The leather was knotted at the ends. "Who could have designed such an evil instrument?"

I thought it must have been specifically designed to punish the male sexual organ.  She looped the whip around her waist and returned to me. "I forgot these," She said toying with the weights of the nipple clamps. "Such a ludicrous mockery of Women, for man even to have nipples," She commented.  Then she tugged at the clamps until they snapped off of me. I gasped from pain.

"At least I'll get some use out of them," She said, half to herself, as she started up the motor and turned me back upside down.  I felt incredibly vulnerable upside down with my legs spread in this manner.  I watched as she tested the weight of the whip in her hand, preparing to strike. Then without further hesitation or comment, she swung her arm and brought the cruel instrument down on me.  Instantly I yelped in pain, struggling against my bonds.  A sick feeling came over me as I realized the focus of her aim.

Mistress Samantha was whipping my tender flesh, the section from the underside of my balls to my anus.  Now my stiff dick would provide no protection for my balls, as she used this special whip on me. The knotted leather landed cruelly again and again as tears gushed from my eyes.  I pleaded with my tormentor but she just smiled, and stared with wide-eyed glee at my struggling, enjoying the effect the whip had on my flesh.

"Does it hurt, does it hurt?" She asked mockingly, as she continued beating me, ignoring my pleas for mercy.  I thrashed on the wheel, but there was no escape from her torture.  My voice was hoarse from the screaming, and now, only a high pitched wail echoed through the room. I was no longer a person; she had transformed me into a heap of battered and twisted nerves, a totally subdued animal.  She breathed heavily from the exertion and decided to take a rest. She moved closer to me to enjoy the damage she caused. "Oh my, my, my," She said. "You're going to be sore for a long, long, time."  

"Please help me Mistress Samantha, please make it stop hurting!"  I cried and whimpered.

"Now that wouldn't be much fun for me, would it?" She asked rhetorically. She pursed her lips and blew on my searing skin. Even her light breath stung my sensitive flesh, and she smiled at the result of her labor. Then she scratched across the tender area with her long red fingernails, renewing my agony.

Mistress Samantha walked over to her throne and sat down on it to relax, crossing her legs. She caught me licking my lips and staring at her sexy legs encased in gleaming black patent leather boots. (I had licked them clean just that afternoon.)  She lit a cigarette and smoked leisurely, snickering as she watched me struggle with both my agony and lust. She took out a small compact with a mirror, gently tousled her hair, and then reapplied her bright red lipstick.  She was teasing me subtly and knew it drove me crazy.  She flaunted every aspect of her femininity around me as she sat there on her throne legs crossed, holding a cigarette in hand, and fixing her makeup.   It was subtle torture of the first magnitude.

"I've been thinking all day and decided what to name you when I cross dress you,” She said. "When you're dressed up as a girl, I’ll call you Stephanie," Isn't that a nice name, Stephanie?'

"Yes Mistress Samantha"   I muttered. 

"And I can put pink bows in your hair. Oh we're going to have such a lovely time darling. You can be my petty maid.  We'll play "dress up" then I can show you off to all my friends."  Mistress Samantha then walked over to the wheel, turned me upright and released me.  She immediately made me put my hands behind my back, where she shackled me.

It was time to show gratitude to her for all the attention she had given me.  She made me tongue her pussy while she slowly stepped backwards around the room. I followed ridiculously on my knees lapping away.  She smiled down at me as I was trying to pleasure her, occasionally bringing the crop down hard on my back to edge me along.  Afterwards, she took a special belt from the closet.  The belt had a series of thin raspy chains, which ran from front to back, between my legs.  She made sure the chains fit extra tight, then locked it on with small padlocks.  "Clean up the mess here slave” She ordered.  My face was contorted with pain as I hobbled around, cleaning up, putting away her torture gear.  The chain belt scraped away at my already aggravated flesh.  She had prepared a doggie bowl.  She humiliated me further by making me bark, rollover and beg for my dinner.  Before I was allowed to eat she seasoned my food by spitting into the bowl.  When I cleaned my bowl she ordered me to bow before throne and shrine.  As I was to pray to my Goddess Samantha, reciting my prayer several times over and over again. Meanwhile she left the room.

When she returned to the dungeon twenty minutes later she was completely naked with the exception of her black thigh high boots.  She sat down on her throne as I was still reciting my prayer to her.   "Stop slave!"  She said as she smiled at me. "Do you want me to remove that chastity belt off that ridiculous cock of yours?"  As she nudge her boot against my swollen cock.  "So you can shoot off that thing and come in my honor slave."

"Only you Goddess Samantha can only decide if I am worthy enough." I replied.

"Beg me slave, "She said with her legs spread exposing her wet hot pussy to me. "Tell me how much you want to cum for me slave"

"Please Goddess allow me to cum in your honor!

"Slave."  She said fingered her cunt.  “You must pleasure me first slave,” Prolonging the agony. “I 'm going to reward you slave, with the honor of licking my highly treasured pussy. You must satisfy me with least three orgasms in the fifteen minutes or you will be denied coming privileges.  Got that slave?"

"Yes Goddess"

She positioned my head between her legs and had me lick and suck her clit feverishly as I drank her juices.  When she was ready she had me lick her love button causing a mammoth explosion with a powerful organism.  Over the next several minutes she had me continue this again and again as she experienced two more climaxes.  Afterwards, she untied my wrists and chastity belt.  "Play with your cock and beg me to cum slave, " She said as I complied either her order as my cock was about to exploded.  "Stop slave!" She said as the agony continued.

"It's almost time for bed, slave, but before I tuck you in for the night, you have to get clean-inside and out!"  "Now slave, crawl to the bathroom." I was wondering what She had mind when I saw the huge enema bag hanging from the hook in the bathroom.  "On your knees, head to the floor," She ordered and submissively I complied.  I felt her probe between my cheeks as the nozzle slipped through my sphincter.  I was not prepared for what happened next.  A rubber bladder at the end of the nozzle began to expand, trapping the device inside me and effectively sealing off my asshole.   Immediately Mistress Samantha released the valve and volumes of warm soapy fluid invaded my bowels.  In only moments, my insides were swollen completely full and almost immediately I started to churn. Mistress disconnected the hose from the nozzle knowing that despite my discomfort I could not void myself until she deflated the bladder inside me. "Into the tub, slave” She ordered.  I gingerly complied. I lay on my back in the tub, after she tied my hands together with rope behind my back.

She grinned at me, as she stood naked on both sides of the tub.  "Look at my body and get a hard on, slave. Can you make your miserable worm cum for me?" She taunted, knowing I couldn't especially if my hands were tied behind my back.  I looked up at her luscious pussy as she straddled herself over my face.  A gush of hot, golden liquid struck me squarely in the face.

I sputtered, but lay there submissively while Mistress Samantha drenched me with her pungent piss. "Open wide slave."  Mistress Samantha commanded.  I parted my lips while she directed her stream into my mouth. 

"Drink slave. Drink my wine." She said as she was forgetting my discomfort. I swallowed as fast I could, but much of her golden fluid dribbled down my chin and onto my body.  After a time, the stream slowed to a trickle, then stopped altogether.  "Clean me slave” She ordered.   I sat up and industriously used my tongue to cleanse the pungent fluid from the sweet folds of her pussy.  "Very good slave,” She complimented, I am pleased with your effort."  I smiled, but Mistress was not through with her tricks!

"On your back slave, then swing your legs back over your head, like you are doing a somersault" Despite the grumbling inside me  I did as ordered and found myself lying mainly on my shoulders with my body propped up on my elbows.  My feet were back over behind me and my bottom side was poised above my head. Uh oh!  I felt Mistress twist the valve on the nozzle up my backside and the balloon quickly deflated Just as quickly the nozzle was propelled out of my asshole, and gush of brown, smelly soapy water surged out of my ass and ran down my body. Since my ass was poised above my face, as I was drenched in the gushing fluid. I closed my eyes and mouth tightly during the surge, then sputtered pitifully once the flow stopped.  I was a mess, laying forlornly in my bath of urine and enema fluid.  "Slave, I want you to lay there for thirty minutes while pondering on your unworthiness and the greatness of your Goddess."  Then She walked away laughing with an evil chuckle.

Half-hour later She returned and immediately untied me. "Slave, I want you to clean up the bath tub, shower, shave, powder yourself, apply cologne then crawl to my bedroom.  I will expect you in 30 minutes.  And don’t dare play that worthless dick of yours!"   With that, Mistress Samantha turned, and left the bathroom. 

Oh, how good that shower felt.   I stood in the wonderful spray washing the dirty fluid out of my hair and the smell off my skin. I scoured my self-a bright pink before I stepped out the shower and toweled myself dry.   Having cleaned myself sweet smelling I crawled upstairs to my Mistress bedroom. She had on a lacy nightgown and sat reading a book. I entered the room.  She continued to read. I crawled over where she was seated and I knelt silently at her feet.  I awaited her orders. "It’s supposed to be cold tonight, slave," She commented. "I think I need a bed warmer." She looked down at me. "I guess it can either be you or not as I held my head down to the floor, while She pondered her alternatives.”Let's see," She mused. "Either you can sleep outside in the dog house, or you can be my bed warmer," She put her hand on my chin and lifted my face towards hers. "What do you think, slave?" 

"Whatever pleases Mistress” I answered submissively.

"Well that a pretty passive answer." She laughed. "If you want the honor being your Mistress' bed warmer, you better beg for it."  Never has a slave begged, pleaded, cajoled, whimpered and whined more ardently.  I groveled, kissed her feet, and tried to look as pitiful as I possibly could.  "OK slave.”  Mistress Samantha smiled. "You have convinced me that you are worthy of being my bed warmer tonight."  She left me kneeling while she gathered the necessary equipment. "Remember slave, you are here to provide body heat and nothing else."  She said laughingly.  "Anyway, by the time I'm through you won't be able to do anything anyway."  She commanded me to stand and spread my legs. She strapped a complex looking leather device tightly around my waist.  A cock cage hung from the front of the waist strap and large butt plug dangled in the rear.

In matter of moments, Mistress practiced hands had captured my cock and balls tightly in the cage, planted firmly up my ultra- clean backside, and tightened the entire contraption to her satisfaction.  "Kneel slave." Once on my knees I watched my Mistress pick up another leather object.  It was a head harness with an attached blindfold and a sleep gag. The gag had a leather and foam pad, which muffled sounds with a thick, but shallow button shaped plug, which enters the mouth itself.  The swallow design of the plug eliminates the possibility of choking, making the gag safe for prolonged wear - even overnight.  It was but few moments until my jaws were jacked apart and, my lips stretched around the circumference of the plug, and the straps were securely buckled and locked behind my head.

The blindfold was next.  It consisted of soft sheepskin pads that nestled in my eye sockets and a wide leather band that held the pad firmly in place. Other straps made the harness both uncomfortable and impossible to escape from.  Mistress spread a maze of leather straps on the bed, helped me lie down and went to work.  There were straps everywhere.  When all hooked up the straps made a full body harness with long straps lengthwise and a series of buckling strap crosswise at twelve-inch increments.  Quickly she buckled my insteps, ankles, and shins, above and below my knees and thighs.  Other straps allowed the harness to be attached to the cock cage arrangement.  My wrists were captured in the thick leather straps and fastened helplessly to the outside of each thigh.  Other straps held my elbows against my ribs and upper arms against my body.

There was a thick collar around my neck, a series of longer straps, which went around my torso in three places, further anchoring my arms against my body. I could barely twitch a muscle. Things became worse when Mistress clipped a short strap to my feet and to the foot of the bed.  The final strap attached to the ring at the top of harness was pulled taut, and fastened to the head of the bed. Now I couldn't move at all.  I was stretched out tight, unable to free my hands, plugged, gagged, blinded and gagged.   All I could do was turn my head from side to side, and flutter my fingers.  Satisfied with her work she pulled me up by my neck. 

"So how is my little bed warmer?" She asked teasingly. "Is it comfortable?" I could do nothing other than moan softly through my gag and give a feeble wiggle.  She laughed and turned down the cover then slipped off her gown, sprayed herself with perfume and climbed into bed.  She teased me with her breasts for a minute, until she finally lay down and went to sleep.  Meanwhile she kept kicking me throughout the night.

CHAPTER 4 (Day Four)

My Mistress woke up, she was bleary eyed but none-the-less went at the task of removing the straps that held me motionless all night long.   When she was done she instructed me to get out of the bed and put the bondage gear away.  I was to waken her up at 9am.  I lay there at the foot of her bed feeling a desperate need to worship her.   I carefully lifted Mistress Samantha’s blanket and began to softly kiss and lick the soles of her feet.  I was totally caught up in the ecstasy of the moment when I was startled from an abrupt kick to my face.  I had awakened my beloved Mistress.   I knew I was in luck today as my Mistress lifted her sheer delicate night gown and curled her knees up to her chest, the sign for me to gently bury my well-trained tongue into the soft opening of her perfumed anus.  She let lose big smelly fart in my face.

Mistress Samantha proceeded to get out of bed and go to the bathroom with me crawling just inches behind her beautiful feet.  "Good morning, slave" She said seating herself on the throne of the toilet, "You will have a busy day today.   I have to go to the city to take care of some business matters so let's not waste any time.  Slave, put your face between my legs on the rim of the seat and extend your tongue to its maximum."  I just was in time to catch the delicious stream of my Goddess' golden nectar.  Reeling with sensation of her warm and fragrant urine I listened carefully to my Mistress’s orders for the day.   She ordered me to prepare her shower for her.  When she had finished urinating she went right into her shower.   I waited for her to finish with a huge towel ready to blot her dry.   When I was done she walked into the bedroom and I followed on my hands and knees.  Use was hardening both.

Mistress Samantha directed me in front of her vanity mirror and sat down on my back. "And finally what I want you to do," She continued as She applied her makeup, "Is to clean the house thoroughly, especially the bathrooms. There are some soiled stockings, pantyhose and panties you'll need to wash by hand and hang, and there are several pairs of shoes that need polishing."  She paused to look down at me and added with a smirk, "You will of course slave; you will lick my shoes clean, top to bottom, before polish. Once the house is cleaned and vacuumed you can begin preparing a gourmet feast for a few my girlfriends who will be guests this evening.  One of them has already expressed an interest in borrowing you in the future.  I have told her of your shall we say better points.  She wants to see what you can do herself.  You won't disappoint me if you know what's good for you. Now fetch my shoes and stockings so I can leave." I felt my cock spring to life as I watched my Mistress draw her sheer dark hose up her beautiful, smooth legs. I feared I might lose it as I fitted the shiny four-inch patent leather spiked heels on my Mistress' feet.

"You certainly do love my stockings, don't you slave?"

"Yes Mistress,"

"Well here's something to remember to whom you belong while you are cleaning my house today."   Mistress Samantha pulled me closer to her by my enlarged member. Reaching over to a discarded pair of smoky nylons she deftly encased my cock in one of the hose and securely tied it to the base of my penis and balls.  "It had better be exactly like this when I return."

"Now shine my shoes so I can get going," She said, as she nonchalantly checked herself in the full-length mirror.  My tongue immediately began to lick the taut surface of her pumps, paying homage as well to her heels.

"Here is special treat," She added playfully, as she lifted her foot and allowed me to lick the underside of her shoe.

       

"Up on your knees now," She said grabbing a handful of my hair, "So I can kiss you good bye." Leaning down, with a malicious grin, she brought her red lips to within inches of my face. Still looking into my eyes, she smacked me fully across the face several times with her open hand. "That will teach you to get a hard-on without my permission slave."  Then she spit in my face just prior to her breezing through the door as I watched her disappear.

Once alone, I breathed in the fragrance of my wonderful Mistress and silently expressed my good fortune to have her as my Owner.   To be in the home of such a powerful woman and left with such incredible privileges as handling her shoes and soiled undergarments, cleaning her toilet, and cooking for her friends was more than I could ever have wanted out of life. 

I was not worried about the task of preparing a gourmet meal.  I am a good cook. But there was so much to do and I was not sure how long it all would take.  I set about my tasks quickly and methodically. Several times I found myself lost in reverie of my favorite indulgence: inhaling the fragrance of my Mistress' hose and lingerie. Lovingly I sucked the stiffness from the toes of her stockings and licked the various stains from her panties before painstakingly washing them clean by hand.  .

Next came, another favorite task, cleaning my Mistress' toilet and bathtub. With great devotion I first licked the seat of where my Mistress 'beautiful cheeks sat, and then I set about making the entire room - tub, mirrors, floors - sparkle and shine. As I continued with my chores, changing bed sheets, vacuuming the rugs, dusting, doing the dishes and mopping the kitchen floor.   I began formulating the evening menu in my mind.  It would be a sensational five-course dinner sure to please my Mistress and her demanding friends.  All went quite well until I settled down to the final chore, polishing my Mistress’ shoes.   I placed each pair before me and licked each of pair them as She had ordered,

I didn't realize that excitement of being so close to my Mistress' shoes and the friction of my stiff cock against the floor was causing me to dribble pre-cum onto the carpet.  It wasn't until I was done that I noticed the stain. I panicked.  I grabbed a wet cloth and began rubbing the mess, which made the stain more visible yet. There would be hell to pay for this.  Barely able to control my nerves I set about cooking the evening’s meal, with a sense of impending doom hanging over me.

As put the finishing touches on the dinner I heard the key turn the door.   I ran to it and I assume the position.   I immediately bowed before her as she entered her house and greeted her by kissing her feet.  I was groveling.  She commanded me to lay face down so she could wipe her shoes on my head. Then at her command, I was to roll onto my back and extend my tongue so she could run her shoes over my mouth to wipe off any dirt. 

She commanded me to heel.  She had me hold her keys in my mouth while she took a leash from her purse and attached it to my dog collar.  Then all fours she led me into the living room where she sat down on her sofa.  I had anticipated this and had a glass of wine ready for her.  She was pleased with me even more when I presented her with today's mail and assumed my position serving as her footstool.  She sat there comfortably as she read her mail and sipped her wine. She ordered me to slip off her shoes and massage her feet.  Because of the evening's agenda this massage was of shorter of duration than usual. 

She rose from the sofa and went about inspecting of my work.   I went to the kitchen and continued preparing dinner, dreading her report.

"Come here, slave," I crawled from the kitchen to her feet.  She caressed my face with her soft hand .She purred. "You did an excellent job cleaning today, slave." 

My cock hardened with the pleasure from her words.   But in a flash the caress became a barrage of open-handed slaps to my face that had me reeling. "But slave" She cried, “You made three mistakes.”

"The first was leaving my gym shoes out in the hall instead putting them in my closet.  "The second was not emptying the trash in the bathroom, and the third was staining my bedroom carpet with your filthy drippings.  You will of course pay dearly for these mistakes. Now let’s go to my bedroom.  I want you dressed for tonight's dinner party."

She handed me a bottle of Nair and instructed me to remove all the hair below my neck including chest, armpits, legs, balls, ass, etc. I felt my dick stiffen in response.  I spent the next hour removing all my body hair.

Per Mistress Samantha instructions, I applied a light coat of baby oil to my newly smooth skin. When I exited the bathroom I saw an outfit, laid out on the bed for me to put on. "Since you will be waiting on us", she said, "You might as well look the part of a maid".  There was a short black skirt, black pantyhose, and a black blouse with a white lace collar. While I was dressing, she explained that two girlfriends were arriving shortly. I was to wait on them hand and foot.  I was not to speak unless spoken to and anything they requested was to have the same level of cooperation as if she had personally requested it.

After putting everything on I donned a lacy white apron and five-inch stiletto heels.  I apply makeup and straighten the wig.  My image in the mirror makes me get hard again. But I don't dare touch myself.  "Are you ready slave?"  Mistress asked.   "Get your ass in gear slave and set the dining room table for dinner while I get dressed".

After she had finished getting dressed I met her in the kitchen.   She wore a tantalizing leather miniskirt and vest. She towers over me in her high heel leather boots. Whenever she dresses like this I know that I am in for rough night. "The most important thing for you to remember," She said, "Is that you are to do anything any of my guests commands you to do. You are not to speak unless spoken to and you are never to look any of the women in the eye."

"You are to serve food and drinks and when you aren't busy; you make yourself useful by serving as foot rest, table, toilet or ashtray for the guests." 

"Yes Mistress Samantha" I say bowing my head humbly.  With no idea what my punishment would be as the first guests arrived.

When the doorbell rang, I ushered Mistresses Beth and Melissa into the house. "Good evening Mistresses, I am slave Stephanie, the property of Mistress Samantha and 'I'll be at your service tonight."  I kissed their feet.

Mistress Melissa: A short, sexy brunette and an aerobics instructor. She was wearing a black dress with dark stockings and high heeled pumps.

Mistress Beth: Six-foot amber-hair schoolteacher. She was wearing a black dress with fishnet stockings and high heeled sandals.

I took their coats as they hugged Mistress Samantha. They sat at the table and giggled at me attired in my maid’s costume.

"You sure have him domesticated Brenda", Beth chuckled.

"Yes” laughed Melissa.  "He, I mean she looks like she was born to serve" 

Then Beth snapped her fingers and said, "Excuse me miss. Could we get some service?  Be a sweetie and get us a beer from the Fridge"

I hobbled to the refrigerator in my heels and got out three beers, which I served the Women. They began chatting and smoking.   I was determined to be a good servant and please my Mistress.  I offered them hors d'oeuvres.   I was ordered to hold the snack tray for them for a few minutes.  Then my Mistress ordered me to lick cleans both Mistresses Beth and Melissa’s shoes.   I began my service to their shoes when they lit and passed around a joint and were getting high on the grass.

"Bring your little ass over Stephanie,” my Mistress commanded me.  "You didn't provide any ashtrays out here.  To help you remember in the future we will use you’re as an ashtray for the rest of evening. So put down the tray and kneel down before us, "She ordered. 

"Keep your head and eyes up and your mouth open wide."  I complied. "Ladies, be free to use this little slut's mouth for an ashtray,” my Mistress laughed as Melissa and Beth chuckled.  After they finished smoking the joint they all lit up cigarettes. Mistress Melissa blew smoke in my face and continued to mock me.   She made me look at her then took her tongue and ran it back and forth between her teeth.  I got so hot I thought I would cum on the spot.

The girls all chuckled as Mistress Beth shook her head and exclaimed, "Boy - He’s sure a well trained puppy. I wish I had my boyfriend trained this good!"

"Mistress Samantha immediately responded, "You wouldn’t believe what he will do for me. Come here slave."  I immediately crawled over to Mistress Samantha’s chair and knelt on the floor in front of her.

Taking a drag on her cigarette, she used one hand on my forehead, the other on my chin to tip my head back. "Now open your mouth wide. This ash is getting really long!" The women cackled wildly as I opened my mouth wide. She flicked a long ash into my waiting mouth. The room exploded with laughter as my face turned a deep crimson. I was thoroughly humiliated. I didn’t know how I’d ever face these women again. Before I knew what was happening, all the women got up and proceeded to flick their ashes into my open mouth, laughing and giggling at my predicament. Mistress Beth produced a small camera and took several pictures of the girls using me as their ashtray.

After they finished smoking them, I was forced to chew the cigarette butts and swallow them whole which caused me to choke.  After a few minutes I was struggling to swallow. "Is your mouth dry?"  Mistress Samantha inquired.   I was afraid to speak; I simply nodded my head up and down. "Would missy like something to drink?" she asked. Again, I nodded. She coughed up a wad of phlegm and spit it on the floor in front of me. "Lick it up slave." she commanded.  Like an obedient puppy, I immediately got down on all fours and licked up her gooey wad of spittle. Mistress Melissa and Beth all got into the act, coughing up phlegm and spitting it onto the floor in front of me. Some landed in my hair, which elicited humorous responses from all.  I continued licking up their spit as if it were the finest wine. At one point, Mistress Melissa smeared a wad of phlegm onto the bottom of her shoe and commanded me to clean it off. I reverently licked the sole of her shoe, paying special attention to the crevices and making sure I had cleansed every bit of spittle from her sole.

They all seem to have fun with this scene, especially when they took turns putting out their cigarettes out in my mouth and having me eat them. ."Perhaps you’re still thirsty my little pet", Mistress Samantha asked. "Close your eyes and open your mouth. I have a little surprise for you".

Closing my eyes, I leaned my head back and opened my mouth wide, trying to block out the laughing and taunting I could hear from the girls. Suddenly, a slimy wet thing was shoved into my mouth. With two hands, Beth forced my jaws shut and ordered me to start chewing.

Mistress Melissa asked, “Do you mind if I use Stephanie for a toilet, Samantha?  I have to pee awfully badly and I imagine Stephanie is dying for drink to wash the cigarette butts down."  

"Of course not, Melissa, We will all use Stephanie as a toilet for the rest of the evening.  She loves my piss and would be thrilled to drink piss from all of us. But let's go to the dungeon first and put this slut in her place." I was immediately instructed to take my position under the throne.  My head was encased in the basin under it.  I laid there looking up watching the toilet seat cover get lifted and the toilet seat appeared.

"Great job", Mistress Beth yelled as she peered at me in the toilet bowl. I guess you never have to worry about the plumbing with him around." She added that she had to "go".   She looked down at me and smiled, dropped her skirt and panties and chirped, "I hope it tastes good slave."  She sat down and let her yellow stream flow.  It splashed all over my face as I tried hard to gobble all of it up, knowing there was more to come.  It was less bitter than Mistress Samantha’s and slightly tangy tasting since she had been drinking beer. When she finished she gave herself a wipe and dropped her tissue, which landed next to my face.

"My turn now."  Mistress Samantha haughtily announced. "I really have to go bad"; she added punctuating it with a long, smelly fart. "Breathe deeply", she ordered and she let loose with another pungent fart. "Do you like my fart-gas?" she asked. When I didn’t answer right away, Mistress Beth kicked me hard in the balls causing me to groan.

"Yes", I moaned. "Your farts are delicious."

"And can you tell me why they are so delicious?"  Mistress Samantha asked.

"No, I’m not sure I can." I moaned as Mistress Beth continued pummeling my aching cock and balls.

"It’s because", she explained, "It’s only the appetizer. Your main course will come later!” All the women broke into laughter at this.

As I realized what she was saying. My face reddened in horror and shame. Mistress Beth with the camera in hand was taking photos for posterity.

"Tell me." said Mistress Samantha. "What do you want me to do with my colon so full of shit? Should I sit here continuing to hold it? Or should I shit on your face?" Another kick to my balls prompted me to answer quickly,

"Oh, please shit on my face. Allow me the pleasure of being your toilet. I don’t want your waste going into a cold, empty basin when it can warm the depths of my soul. I beg you, please let me be your toilet. I want your precious bowel movement to warm me from the inside."

But Mistress Melissa started crossing her legs and jiggling, an indication she had to piss badly.  Mistress Samantha seeing this rose from the throne and invited her dear friend to go at it.  "Watch closely ladies and if she misses one drop she will be wearing nipple clamps and having a butt plug up her asshole." Mistress Samantha chortled.  Melissa slipped her leather skirt up over her waist and sat on the throne. Exposing her pussy, she wasn't wearing any panties. "Remember what your Mistress said about missing a drop a drop of my golden piss.  I should quench your thirst, slave. My bladder is about to burst. Now get that mouth ready."  I maneuvered my mouth under her pussy. Mistress Melissa started to piss rather slowly and I could swallow all her piss but it began to flow faster and harder.  I was swallowing feverishly trying to capture all the golden liquid.   I tried as I might; though some of Mistress Melissa piss trickled down my chin and fell off my face.  I tried to my best to swallow it all but it flowed little too fast.  Therefore I would to pay for losing some of Mistress Melissa’s piss.

So Mistress Samantha got some nipple clamps, pulled the front of my blouse down exposing my nipples. She put a clamp on each nipple and had Mistress Beth lift my skirt and pull down my panties.  Then Mistress Samantha took an ungreased butt plug and inserted into my asshole to the hilt.  "Now, slave, you'll have another reminder to help you perform your toilet functions without losing any more golden nectar." Now let’s drink to Mistress Beth’s nectar. When you are finished here, I’ll be ready for you. If you miss any more of our piss, we'll use the whip on you. "Then Mistress Beth slipped down her panties and sat herself on the throne. I proceeded to drink her second gift of warm piss.  I could not believe it; once again I failed to swallow every drop. 

So when I finished licking Mistress Beth’s pussy clean I was ordered to lift my legs up to expose my ass with the butt plug lodged in my ass to take more punishment.  Taking a crop off the table beside the chair Mistress Beth gave me ten hard swats with it.  I did one thing right.  I didn't flinch once when the crop lashed across my bare ass.  After Mistress Beth finished ten neat welts crisscrossed my ass.  Mistress Samantha sat on the throne.  Lucky for me none of my Goddess' golden nectar escaped from my mouth. She would have been furious if I had, since I was drinking her piss every day.  When I finished licking her pussy with my tongue, I waited for further instructions. Mistress Melissa spoke first. "Since Stephanie already has tasted all of our piss, let's play slave find my pussy with her."  They all agreed that this game sounded like great fun. They took me out of the toilet.  I washed my face and got on my knees ready to serve these Women.

Mistress Samantha picked out a blindfold while Mistress Melissa explained to me what I had to do.  "Stephanie, you are going to be blindfolded and one of us will tell you whose pussy you must find.  When you find it, you can taste it and decide if you found the right Mistress' pussy.   If you guess wrong, you will receive twenty-five lashes of the bullwhip from each Mistress while you are strung up on the hoist. You will be crawling on your hands and knees and make sure you never touch us with anything but your mouth.  To guide you in your quest for pussy, and since you can't see, one of us will guide with a cattle whip.  When you are crawling in the wrong direction, your ass will be beaten with that whip until you are headed in the right direction. Every time you are headed wrong; your ass will be beaten. If you have a bad sense of direction while blindfolded, by the time we tire of this game your ass will be mighty sore and cut up. Do you understand?"

When I nodded my head yes, they started the game.  Mistress Samantha told me to seek out Mistress Melissa’s pussy.  Mistress Melissa gently stepped over to the cage and sat on top of it. Mistress Beth went over to the table and held the cattle whip.  Mistress Samantha turned me around a few times to confuse my sense of direction and told me to start.  I immediately started crawling toward the cross, which was the opposite direction of Mistress Melissa.

My Mistress raised the whip and cracked across my ass, leaving another welt and small cut. I jumped a little and changed direction towards the rack. Wrong direction, another cut of the whip. Then I headed towards the whipping post and received another lash of the whip. Now I was really confused and I took five more lashes of the whip to get me headed in the right direction.  I was crawling towards the cage but after bumping into various obstructions my direction changed to the table.  Since I was headed towards a pussy even though it was the wrong pussy I wasn't whipped.  I crawled on until my head hit the legs of the table. 

This confused me for a minute because I knew I must be close to a pussy or I would be whipped.  I knew where I was at and realized there was someone sitting on the table.

I decided to find out if there was any pussy on the table and I started to rise to my knees, feeling my way with my head. Mistress Beth sat with legs spread wide and her pussy pointed at my approaching head.  My head reached the top of the table and bumped into her leg.  I knew I was on the right track and my head followed Mistress Beth’s leg towards her pussy.  Finally my face reached her pussy hair and I stuck my tongue to taste it.  I ran my tongue along her pussy lips and then my Mistress asked, "Well, slave, now that you tasted the pussy found, nod your head yes or no if it is Mistress Melissa’s pussy."

My first instincts would to nod yes and end the game, but the seventy-five lashes of the bullwhip made me think hard. Finally I shook my head no.  "Okay, slave, since you nodded your head no, it’s time to continue your search for the missing pussy.

"Now get your ass moving, and if you don't find the hidden pussy quickly, you’re as well as beaten to shreds anyhow. It’s already puffed with many cuts, so you'd better hurry."  I dropped to my hands and knees and started to crawl towards the right, which was the wrong direction. Six well-placed lashes of the whip had me turned and headed to the cage.  My ass now had about two dozen cuts from the tip of the cattle whip and it was very red and completely covered with welts. These welts were beginning to swell together and shortly my ass would look like one huge welt.

The swelling caused my ass cheeks to spread apart, exposing the end of the butt plug still firmly in my asshole.  When I realized I was headed in the right direction I started to crawl faster and bumped my head into the cage. My ass wasn't receiving any more lashes so I figured I was in the right place. Using my head to feel I located Mistress Melissa’s leg.  She was sitting there with her legs spread, exposing her pussy.  I followed her leg until my forehead felt pussy hair.  Stretching my tongue fully from my mouth, I licked the entire length of her pussy.

When my Mistress thought I had tasted enough pussy, she asked.   "Well, slave, since you tasted two pussies, now you'll have to decide which one is Mistress Melissa’s. Nod your head once if you think it’s the first one or twice if it’s the pussy you taste now."   While they waited for me to decide, they could hardly contain their laughter.  I was confused and they knew I was definitely scared that a wrong nod could mean seventy -five lashes of the bullwhip.  Finally, I nodded my head two times and waited expectantly to find out if I was right or wrong. Instead of answering, my Mistress removed the blindfold so I could find out for myself.  Boy did I ever smile when I looked up and saw Mistress Melissa starting at me.  I thought I would be rewarded in servicing her pussy, but that would be later.  Mistress Samantha ordered me to clean myself quickly and removed butt plug from my ass.  I was to go check on dinner, as more guests were about to arrive soon.

After I had checked the dinner, the doorbell rang and I answered it. I greeted each Mistress, on my knees by introducing myself and kissing their feet and taking their coats. Mistress Lydia was the next guest to arrive with her slave Paul who was naked and led by leash.  She was the young and attractive looking Hispanic who visited the other day. She was wearing a black leather dress with dark stockings and high-heeled pumps.  Once inside her slave was to kneel and kiss my Mistress feet. "How are you, Samantha," She gushes.  Ignoring me completely, she embraces Samantha warmly.

"Looking forward to a fun filled night, " Samantha said" A night to find out which of us has the most obedient slave." Meanwhile slave Paul looks over to me nervously. Who knows what these diabolical women will do amuse to themselves? Other Mistress continued to arrive. Within an hour, there are seven dominant women and three slaves.

Mistress Sherri Lynn and her daughter Bonnie arrived. Sherri Lynn looked young for her age, despite being in her late 30's.  She was very tall brunette, with voluptuous and busty body and, fair skin. She was dressed in black thigh-high boots, designer stockings with a beautiful black leather corset.

Mistress Bonnie, her daughter was barely 18 years old, very pretty blonde with blue-eyes with a petite body.  She was dressed in a black miniskirt and pumps, and also put on many outfits during the course of the evening.

Mistress Linda and her husband/slave Marc. She is a young attractive raven-hair brunette of Italian decent. She had a killer body with a pair of firm tits and a tight ass, which went, along with her beautiful face. She was dressed in a black latex bra with a matching skirt along with stockings and black pumps.

Meanwhile I was to serve cocktails and snacks as they waited dinner, meanwhile both slaves marc and Paul where on all fours, used as coffee tables with trays on their backs.

       

When dinner was served, All the Ladies sat around the table, three to a side with Mistress Samantha at the head.  Meanwhile slaves’ Marc and Paul were to kneel at attention and remain still at doorway.  Per my instructions I was to spend any free time when I was not serving the guests by the door also.

But now I was under the table servicing our guest's feet or anything else they desired.  Carefully and methodically I made sure to pamper each pair of delicate, scented feet; licking, rubbing, and sucking to please my Mistress' friends.  Those feet not being caressed at the moment were of course free to use my body as a footrest and my back and behind were soon covered with red circles from the pressure of the high heels.  Mistress Melissa whose pussy I found earlier had actually yanked me by my hair at one point and lifted her skirt to reveal her moist and fragrant mound and edged my face between her legs, admonishing me to service her well with my tongue or wish I had.  It was a busy moment but she came quickly and patted me on the head.

The dinner was gourmet and Mistress Samantha was proud of me.  After the dinner I was to clear the table and start washing the dishes.  The other slaves joined the scene.   Slave marc served desert, refilled wine glasses, coffee or after dinner drinks while slave Paul was to put his head under and lay underneath Mistress Samantha’s cushioned open seated arm chair. Then they began a kind of musical chairs as each Mistress took turns in that seat insuring her exposed bottom would be lovingly kissed, licked and penetrated by slave Paul’s tireless tongue.

After dinner they all convened in the living room.   I finished my chores in the kitchen.  I crawled there and I saw the Ladies using the two slaves as coffee tables.  I immediately knelt before my Goddess Samantha with my cock throbbing relentlessly.  She was whipping slave marc’s hard cock with his hands behind his back.

She whipped it until it got soft but it wouldn't.  Then She chose the whip with the split ends and whipped him very hard. 

He pleaded, "Oh Mistress that hurts so much my cock is burning," he began sobbing. "It did the trick though slave.  Look, your cock has shrunk.  Now it looks like pussy.  Your body looks terrible with all that hair on it. You have to shave like Stephanie. Come here Stephanie and show slave marc your hairless pussy cock and balls."  I came over and lifted my skirt and showed him. See how nice Stephanie's pussy cock and balls are without hair.  Now get down and kiss my boots.  Suddenly I felt the sharp point of her boot in my ribs. "Get up slut," She says. "It's time to play some games."

I was ordered to crawl in front of each Mistress and ask how I might serve her. The Mistresses where seated in a circle and the other slaves are doing the same thing, going around a circle in the same fashion.  Mistress Lydia is the first I must offer myself to. "How may I serve you Mistress?" I asked as I kiss her shoes. "Take off the dress and wig!" She barks. "I want to see how silly you look in a garter belt and stockings."  I quickly obeyed.  I knelt before her with my hands behind my back, my knees spread wide and my head bowed- the classic posture of submission.  "I need to get my adrenaline flowing," She says. "Lick my asshole and don't stop until I tell you to."

She stood up and lifted her skirt and slip. She wasn't wearing any panties. I lay on my back and she sat on my face. My tongue found its mark immediately.  I licked and sucked her asshole passionately as she began slapping my cock back and forth, quickening her pace as her excitement mounted.   After about twenty minutes, she released me.

My head is reeling from the intoxicating scent of her womanhood and the thrill of worshipping her anus. I am dizzy as I move to the next Mistress. "What's the matter, slave Stephanie?”Mistress Beth says laughing.  Eating asses turns you on, eh?  I'll fix that. Mistress Beth was tough. She wanted a whipping boy and I was obliged to serve as such. 

She led me to the dungeon, where I was bound spread eagle to the X-frame, my back against it. She picked up a bullwhip and began delivering very painful strokes. "Ouch," I cried.   I had made the mistake of crying out my pain on the first stroke. Enraged, Mistress Beth put a ball gag on me.  She took two clothespins and clamps them to my nipples.  She took three more and put them on my balls.

The last one is installed right at the tip of my rock-hard cock. "Because you're such a sissy, we're going to play a different game. You want those clothespins off? I'll get them off." Standing back about ten feet she brings the whip over her head and takes aim. She is going to whip the clothespins off, I realize in horror. With a resounding crack, the first stroke lands on my left nipple and knocks the clothespin off. The pain is terrible and Mistress Beth is beaming with glee.  I howl when she takes aim at my cock and balls for the final clothespins, but the gag muffles my cry. After she removes the gag and releases me from the frame. I thank her and limp crawl to the next Mistress.

"I've got to take a piss," says Mistress Sherri Lynn. "You know what that means." Yes I know what that means. Though weary and sore from the whipping, I followed Mistress Sherri Lynn to the throne. There I was to get on my back and slide my face under the special toilet seat.

My neck was sealed tight to opening at the bottom.  She striped off my garter belt and nylons and used one to bind my hands behind my back.  She wrapped the other stocking around my cock and balls, trapping the blood so I can't go soft.  "You're going to be in there a while," She says.  "I think all the Ladies will have to pee soon, since we've have been drinking a lot."  With that, she sits herself on the seat of the throne and rubs her vagina.  Her nails are painted bright red and I long to kiss them. "There is something about a naked, bound man who is waiting for me to piss on him that gets me so hot," She says.  She brings herself to a powerful organism while I watch from below, mesmerized by her femininity.   "Now I can pee. Open wide, slave." I struggled to get every drop of golden fluid but she begins spraying her piss up and down my face. By the time she is through, my hair, my eyes, every inch of my head is covered with pee.  "See you later," She says, laughing as slams the seat down on the throne and I'm left in the dark.

I can hear the Ladies sighing and moaning when in the throes of organism.  Bit my head lays in a puddle of piss in this toilet.   When seat is lifted again it my Mistress Samantha.  She didn't even speak to me.  She just sits down on the throne and empties her bladder over my face.

Then she wipes herself with tissue paper and disposes it in the toilet and gets up as if I was a mere appliance.  My cock pounds at this mistreatment.  I love it when my Mistress takes me for granted and uses me as if I was a toy, a piece of furniture or an appliance. It feels so good to surrender to her totally.

Mistress Melissa took some clothespins and clamped them on each nipple and six on my cock and balls.  Then she poked her spiked heels into my flesh and gave a sadistic laugh. It got louder when she lit a cigarette and dropped the burned out match on my stomach, which caused me to squirm. Then she lifted up the seat and gave me an evil smile as she looked down on me. She blew smoke in my face and dumped ashes into my mouth. She also poured beer and spit it onto my face prior to her dropping the burning cigarette in my mouth for me to swallow.   She laughed hard as she was having a good time. Then she sat on the throne and pissed all over my face and mouth.  "Samantha, is your slave trained for brown showers?"  She asked.  All the Ladies giggled.

But Mistress Beth had go bad, since she was drinking a lot so she kicked Melissa off the throne. Mistress Beth pissed a gusher of her golden liquid all over my face.  I was practically drowning in her pee. After her the shower She ordered me to put my nose in her anus.  She released a big fart on my face she demanded I inhale it and thank her.  This caused a lot of laughter amongst the partygoers. 

Bonnie, Mistress Sherri Lynn’s daughter, new to scene was talked into using me since she needed to pee badly.  She sat herself down feeling strange about this but she was getting turned-on. Meanwhile slaves’ Marc and Paul, where on the receiving end of their share of humiliation.  Both of them where bound and leaned over the sawhorse with their ankles and wrists secured in the appropriate places.  They even had one hand and one ankle secured to each other.  "Now we are going to have a contest girls.” said Mistress Linda.  "Both of you slaves must take your punishment.

 

Each of us will give you 25 lashes from our favorite whips.  You must count out each stroke aloud." Mistress Linda said.  "The one who loses their count, flinches or cries out the most is the loser. The winner will get a blow job from the loser." Mistress Samantha laughed.  Then each Mistress administered 25 lashes to each slave; surprisingly each slave takes their punishment well.  The Ladies decide to call the contest a draw and found another way to humiliate these slaves and amuse themselves too.

They released them and had got them in a 69 position on the floor.  The slaves were mocked; chided and whipped by the Ladies as they watched them suck each other’s cock for their entertainment. Mistress Linda meanwhile had to pee and She did over my face, as She sat on the throne, fingering her pussy to an organism.  Both slaves sucked cock for about 15 minutes, but were ordered not to cum and they complied. With their cocks rock-hard, both slaves were lead to the throne.

"These slaves need a release," Mistress Beth said. They're going to jerk off onto you, toilet face." I was repulsed by the thought. I don't like men; now two of them will be emptying their loads on my face. "Get to it" Mistress Sherri Lynn tells the slaves cruelly. The one who gets the most cum in his mouth will get to sniff all our pussies or suck our cocks, if we have on our strap-on dildos.  The loser will be fucked in the ass with our dildos." Both slaves pumped away at their cocks. Slave Paul came first and I closed my mouth after the first few drops hit me. Most of his cum landed on my chin. When slave marc came, his Mistress LINDA pinched my jaw harshly, forcing my mouth wide open.  All the cum, went into my mouth and I could not swallow it. The taste is awful. Even though I eat my own cum I'll never learn to like the taste of another man's.

The slaves were sent to their positions and the Mistresses all taken turns peeing on my face.  Mistresses’ Lydia and Linda get together and straddle themselves. They embrace each other and begin to make passionate love while their long, beautiful legs are spread above me. Then they piss on me in unison. "I bet you thought we might want to use that cock of yours, slave." Mistress Linda said." We don't need it. Only a woman knows how to make love to another woman."

The showers continued.  Mistress Sherri Lynn with a strap-on dildo squirt peter type filled the bulb with piss and then urinated on my face.  It produced more laughter.   Mistress Beth first spit her saliva in my open mouth then switched to spitting up her soda on my face.

"I think all that wine I've been drinking I have pee again, slavey."  Bonnie said.  She sat down and peed then she also farted. By now, the basin is full of pee.  I am in danger of drowning.  My bondage prevents me from getting up.  I give the Mistresses a pleading look with my eyes, but they just laugh and spit in my face, closing the seat.

Mistress Melissa sits on the throne naked; she pissed into my open mouth and continued by shitting small turds as well. "Keep my shit in your mouth, slave.  I've more piss for you." She says. She laughed sadistically as she pissed and shit all over my face.   "slave, say I love you Mistress.” says Mistress Samantha.  I did, but it sounded funny.  This made Mistresses Sherri Lynn and Melissa’s pussies so hot that they took turn sitting on the throne getting off on a vibrating dildo and each bringing themselves to two powerful orgasms.        

After what seems like an eternity with me practically drowning in a dark sea of Mistress piss and shit and slave cum, Mistress Samantha lifts up seat and speaks to me. "I am very pleased with your performance tonight. Those other two slaves would not have obeyed as well as you did. I told one of them to get ready to accept my pee and he refused. I whipped him severely, but I was disappointed. " As She speaks She unties my bonds and helps me get up. "You don't have to be toilet for anybody else but me for the rest of the night, “She said softly. She took me in the bathroom and had me take a quick shower.

Afterwards she said softly. "Now come out on out here and let me show you off some more," She led me into the center of the living room.  The entire groups were practically naked and they are stroking each other "slave Steve will be the only cock to get fucked tonight," She said. "As you will undoubtedly agree, he was the most obedient slave." The other Mistresses nod in agreement and all of them looked at my throbbing hard cock.

My Mistress had me lay on my back with a blindfold covering my eyes.  They all took turns sitting on my face and riding my rock-hard cock.  I was force to lick their pussies and assholes to their satisfaction while a cock ring on my penis prevented me from ejaculating and going soft. This continued until all the women came several times. Yet, I'd not yet had an orgasm.

"You want some relief for that cock, slave?" Mistress Samantha asks, taunting me. "Tell us what you'll do for us if we let you come." 

"Anything, Mistress, Anything at all,” I reply.

"Anything, eh?" She says. "How about going over to slave Marc and sucking his cock for us?" 

"Yes Mistress Samantha." I say humbly.  I hate sucking cock, but at this point I'll do anything my Mistress wants.  The blindfold was removed from my eyes as I crawled to slave Marc and take his cock in my mouth. It came alive in my mouth and I kept sucking and sucking.

Meanwhile Mistress Sherri Lynn had a strap-on dildo and is poking it at the puckered folds on my asshole. "You're going to get a good fucking," She said. "You'll be filled in your mouth and your ass at the same time."  I gasp as she entered me, but I dare not cease sucking slave marc, for Mistress Beth had approached us with a riding crop in her hand.  She slashed the crop across my back and legs as Mistress Sherri Lynn kept pumping away with the dildo.  Slave marc's muscle tensed and he emptied his load into my mouth while he uttered a loud cry of triumph.  Mistress Sherri Lynn drove the dildo deep within me spurred by her own organism. When both were through slave marc crawled back to the corner and Mistress Sherri Lynn took off the dildo and used the harness to keep it embedded deep within me.

"Now you can come, slave,” said Mistress Samantha. "Go get you’re come shoe and bring it back here in your teeth." I crawl to the closet and find an old high heel, which my Mistress lets me jerk off into.  The other Ladies laughed as I crawled into the living room with a shoe dangling from my mouth. With the dildo embedded in my ass, Mistress had me kneel in the middle of the room with my legs spread wide, she tells me to start jerking off. “I want you to come on the 100th stroke," She says. "No sooner, no later. If you screw this up, you won't come again for a long time."  I am so aroused, it will only take a couple of strokes for me to empty my load into the shoe, but I didn't want to lose coming privileges either. I try to think of something other than sex as I begin jerking off.

All the other Ladies did their best to tease me into coming sooner.  Mistress Lydia stood before me flexing her gorgeous legs.  Mistress Beth grabbed my jaw. She lifted my head up and let me look directly into her beautiful eyes. Then she spit down my throat and laughed Mistress Sherri Lynn and her daughter Bonnie began doing a sensuous dance together in front of me, I am up to 80 strokes and I have not yet succumbed to all the temptations. 

My Goddess Samantha, the love of my life, comes over and stands before me. She puts her hands on her hips and points to her pussy.   She looks at me with the strangest mixture of love and contempt.  I am hooked, powerless to resist this wonderful woman.  I am at the 90th strokes when she shouts. "I love you, slave Steve. I love you!" I cum all over her shoe on the 93rd stroke. My Mistress had succeeded in making me come before the 100th stroke, but it didn't matter. "Now show everyone how you lick your cum from the shoe, " She commands.

I begin slurping up my seed before the last words are out of her mouth. "Yes Mistress," I said. "Yes Mistress." When I finished, I was to put the shoe away in closet. Then I was about to crawl through gauntlet of punishment. The Ladies lined up in a single file line from the cage in the dungeon. I was to first, crawl to each Mistress, kiss her feet and thank her. "Thank Mistress Beth, for being attentive to me, tonight."

Then I would crawl through their legs and receive a spanking from them. Then I went to Mistress Sherri Lynn, then Linda, Bonnie, and Melissa, Lydia and Samantha.  She handcuffed me behind my back and threw me in the cage and locked the door where I remain for the rest of night.

CHAPTER 5 (Day Five)

"Wake up slave." My Goddess Samantha commanded me as She rattled my cage; She opened it and un-cuffed me.

“Slave, crawl like a worm that you are to my throne and assume the position of being your Goddess toilet."  I was bleary eyed but crawled from my cage to her throne and placed my head in the proper position.   Mistress Samantha walked over to the throne and lifted the seat. "Good morning slave," She said as she spit in my face then smiled down at me.  She kicked me in my ribs then stepped on my chest in the process of placing herself on her throne. "Open wide slave." She demanded as she unleashed a steady stream of her morning golden wine into my mouth. I swallowed four mouthfuls without spilling a drop and was rewarded with the task of licking the piss off her pussy.  When she was clean I was to sniff her asshole as she released two big smelly farts for me to inhale. After I thanked her I was to stick my tongue in her asshole as she tried to loosen her bowels but she could only fart.

Meanwhile she played with my dick until it got really hard but I wasn't allowed to cum. "Because you came too soon at the party last night, it will be a long time before I will even consider giving you the privilege of having an orgasm. As you know 'I'll love to tease and taunt you when you know have lost your coming privileges." She laughed.  "Now slave put this leather G-string on and get cleaned up.  I want you to prepare me scrambled eggs, bacon and fried potatoes for my breakfast.  You will serve it to me to my bedroom in twenty minutes sharp, not a second later. Do you understand, slave?"  Then she exited the room and went back upstairs to bed.

After I had prepared her breakfast I crawled quietly into her room and placed her breakfast and the morning paper on the table.  I knelt at the foot of her bed and gently I lifted the covers and begin to lick her feet.  If I could stay just like this forever I would be in slave heaven.  She was totally naked and as usual I was in awe of her incredibly body.  She stirred slightly then stretched.  I worked my way up her slender well-shaped legs.    She will tell when and where to stop.  My cock strains at the G-string as I worship her thighs.  I felt her hand grab my ears as she pulled my face to her pussy.  "Good morning slave," She says. "Lick, lick, lick," I gently lick her labia, teasing her clit.  She pulled harder on my ears and began rhythmically thrusting her pussy into my face.  My tongue dove deep into her vagina while my nose was buried into her clit. She shudders then comes.

"That was a good eye-opener slave.  Now bring my breakfast to me,” I placed her tray across the bed and knelt at her side. "So how does it feel to know you won't be allowed to come for a long time, piglet?"  

"It’s my punishment that I deserve for not obeying you last night," I said, with my eyes cast downward. 

"I should have cut your miserable pecker off," She said. "But it will be fun to keep you aroused and watch you squirm, slave."  She finished her meal and handed me her plate so I can lick the scraps from the eggs and bacon off.   I put the plate on the floor and ate my breakfast licking eating the scraps left and licking the plate clean.  "Now slave, go straighten up in the kitchen then report back to me so you can assist me with my bath while I read the paper."

After I had finished my kitchen duties I proceeded to her bedroom. She got up and walked into her bathroom.  I drew the water for her bath being sure to put her favorite bath oil in the water.  My Mistress is giving me the rare privilege of serving as her lady's maid today.   I suspect she is probably doing it to keep me aroused and frustrated.  I made sure the temperature was just right then assisted her into the tub.  She lowered herself into the soothing warm water.  My cock was as hard and throbbing as it ever had been.  Her tongue moved wickedly between her lips adding to the frustration of my sexual denial.  She laid in the tub relaxing.  I took a soft sponge and scrubbed her super soft delicate skin. There was slight stubble, which I am sure she felt as I smoothed my hands over the calves of her legs.  She let me shave her legs. "My breasts, slave, you forgot to wash them" My Mistress is very cruel as I lovingly wash her breasts.  She saw my penis dripping pre-cum onto the bathroom floor but just smiled.

When I was finished I helped her up then used the hand held spray to wash off any sign of soap scum then assisted her out of the tub.  She stood there watching me blot her body dry.  When I came to her crotch she parted her legs allowing me better access.   When I finished I helped her on with her bathrobe.

“Slave, I want a coat of polish on my toenails.”  Thank goodness I remembered which polish I used the other day.  She sat down on the toilet seat while I painted her toenails.  She had me blow on them until the nails were dry.  Then I helped her get dressed.  She is wearing seamed black stockings held by a very sexy garter belt, a tight black wool skirt and loose transparent blouse, no panties.  Her patent leather pumps completed her outfit.

"You're going to have to wear this cock cage today, slave.  I have to go out and I don't want to tie you up because you have too many chores to do.  But I don't want you playing with yourself either."

The cock cage is a device made of leather straps and steel rings that encircle my balls and penis.  It is locked in place so no chance of fooling around.  Mistress will wear the key on a chain around her neck.  She insisted on installing this cage herself.  She knew if She left me to do it would at least I try to make it loose enough so that I can work my cock out of it.   I stood naked before he, my legs spread wide and my head bowed as she cinched the cock cage straps on tight. "There, that should do it.” She said, as she snapped the padlock in place. "Now remember, you have to sit like a girl if you want to pee with this thing on."

"Yes Mistress," I responded.

"I want this place in tip top shape and I want to see you in a garter belt and stockings, kneeling on the floor with your hands cuffed behind your back when I get home at five," She demanded.  Then she walked out the door. 

Even in her absence, I am reminded of her absolute control over me. Every time I think about her I get an erection, but that cock cage made it painful.   I think of her as I perform every task and many times lose myself in my housework.  Scrubbing toilets, washing floors, vacuuming, anything that serves her has me yearning.  There's much to be done today. I work at breakneck pace knowing I must be finished by late that afternoon.

Its 5:00 PM, She has returned.  I am on the floor in the living room wearing the garter belt and stockings and my hands are cuffed securely behind me.  I hope she has the key. "Hello slave," She says when I greet her by kissing her feet. "There’s mud on my shoes, Lick it off,"

She sat down on the sofa and crossed her legs, I eagerly lick her shoes from top to bottom, restoring the shine and eating the mud. When I got to her five-inch spike heel she began to move it in and out of my mouth as if she was fucking me. "That's it," She says. "You love to suck my heels, just like you like to suck cock. Turn around and let see your asshole."  I turned around with my legs apart and my head down on the floor.  I felt the heel of her shoe pushing on my anus. "You've got my little leather cock so wet," She says pushing the heel all the way into my asshole. "How does that feel to be fucked by the shoes you worship, you little faggot?"  I thought the heel would hurt, but it didn't. It felt good inside me. A clear fluid formed at the tip of my cock.

Mistress Samantha reaches over and wipes it with the tip of her finger.  "Look what you have done. You're going to be punished for this."    "But I want my supper now, slave," She unfastened the handcuffs.

I scurry into the kitchen and finish preparing her meal. When it is ready I announce “Dinner is served Mistress.”  While she eats her supper I under the table eating her pussy, something I have come to really enjoy a lot. "I like it when we both eat together “She says. "The family that's eats together stays together. “But I never get to sit at the table with her. As a matter of fact I'm not allowed to even sit on her furniture.

When Mistress Samantha is finished eating she put her plate on the floor so I can lick the scraps off it. This is her way of telling me that she’s done with supper. I lick the plate and watch out of the corner of my eye as she gracefully gets up from the table and walks into the living room without saying a word.

I wash the dishes and make her some tea and serve it.  I kneel at her feet in slave position.  She gazed down at me.  "I've been thinking about how I am going to punish you tonight.”She said sipping her tea blowing out smoke from her cigarette, I looked up and she responded by blowing smoke in my face and dumping her ashes in my mouth.  She was in very sadistic mood tonight.  She stood up then kicked me,   “Crawl to crawl to the dungeon slave.”   I knew this was not going to be one of my better nights.  I did as I was told and crawled into the dungeon.  She secured my arms over my head to a spreader bar with cuffs on it.  I remained in a kneeling position in the center of the room.  Then she walked out promising me unforgettable punishment when she returned.  Meanwhile I was instructed to be prepared to recite my prayer to her which I several times.

When she returned she poured herself a glass of wine and sat on her throne smoking a cigarette.  I was to confess I was a slovenly slave to her and beg for appropriate punishment.  She was dressed in a black leather skirt and silk shirt that tied up to expose her belly.   She demanded that I recite my prayer of adoration to her.

"Oh Magnificent Mistress Samantha,

I submit myself before You most holy person

I will pray that I will satisfy your slightest whim.

You are my Supreme and only Goddess,

The absolute owner of my worthless body and soul.

You are everything and I am nothing but a worthless piece of shit.

I exist solely for your comfort, pleasure and glory.

I exist as your personal plaything and pet,

A simple toy for your amusement and pleasure.

I am in total submission to YOU,

Almighty Goddess Samantha,

I am grateful to have the honor of serving YOU as YOUR slave and to Worship YOU continuously by laying all my rights as a human being before YOU to do with as YOU please.

I shall beg for cruel punishment for every prompt confession of disobedience towards YOU.

YOUR whip shall be the meaning of discipline and justice to me.

For I shall learn to crawl at YOUR feet like an insect

This is far above me in your realm.

I shall be like the dust on your boots, acting humble before

YOU and YOUR image, I pray to YOU Mistress Samantha.

I didn't know if She was pleased or not.   She stood up and quickly pulled spreader bar up forcing me onto my toes.  Then she tied my ankles together and raised my buttocks high so she could get the maximum leverage angle to my back.  I was at her mercy which she had little if any of.  She chose a martinet with nine broad thongs.  She gave a practice stroke against her leather boots and smiled when I lurched from then loud cracking noise it made.  She stared at me with a sadistic look.  She saw what She wanted, a slave in mortal fear of her.   

There I was in front of this leather-clad girl who is all ready to chastise me purely for her pleasure. Her pussy was wet, as it normally is when she is in a sadistic mood. She planted herself, legs apart, ready to whip me.   She extended the moment creating anxiety, playing with the martinet and the handle in her right hand and the nine leather thongs being caressed by her left.   She walked around me several times exciting herself as she scrutinized my naked body, She was ready to flog me bloody for my punishment which was strictly for her own pleasure.  Her pleasure would be heightened by each chastisement she gave me.

She gazed at my two white ass cheeks as her need to beat them increased.   She carefully aimed the martinet then began to whip me vigorously on my buttocks which started twisting violently under the blows from the terrible beating she was giving me.  She was enjoying this job, striking me to her hearts content.  The intensity of the sadistic whipping increased.  I was screaming from the pain thrusting throughout my body and literally wiggling like a night crawler held in a fisherman’s hands by its head.  The fire in her eyes spawned pure lust as she went on without remorse.  I began begging for mercy.  It only spurred her on.  Then She abruptly dropped the whip on the floor and began spanking my ass with her gloved hand until I slumped in total submission.  I was hanging there like a piece of meat.        

Throughout the ordeal I grit my teeth but did not cry.  The lack of tears had excited her temper.  Furious that I did not cry had increased the speed and strength of her lashes.  She continued to prolong the whipping until I cried in pain and begged for mercy.  She was in her paradise.  Her last few lashes had precluded her enormous orgasm

She rested for some minutes with her legs apart rubbing her crotch.  She gazed at my crimson buttocks with her beautiful sadistic look.  I was moaning.  My ass felt like it was on fire. She was excited; she lectured me then picked up the martinet.  She enjoyed the dread in my eyes.  I could see the sensation She felt of her awesome power each time she grips a martinet, quirt, or a whip.

"You must take it, take it, and take it slave.  You must t take the pain this girl gives you.  I teach you to obey me no matter what it is I order you to do. You will take it, take it, and take it, as I will mark your ass bloody with my martinet. You will learn what a sadistic girl I am if of course you have any doubts." She said.

She had not finished though.  She was now whipping me with more rapid rhythm. This dungeon was a fantastic symphony to the glory of this Female dominant.  The hisses of thongs, the crack of the lashes, and the howls of the whip, her threats and wild breathing.  She could not control her temper while she whipped my buttocks, my thighs, and all over my back in a pitiless manner.  I cried, wept, twisted at each lash, begging for mercy. But she stayed merciless and to the contrary, the more I cried the more she whipped me with still increasing energy.  

Finally she stopped the beating me. She drew closer.  her eyes stared unfeeling towards me.  I was the subject of her powerless rage.  I had the tears of shame on my face, subdued, head hung low.  She relished seeing me bound and weeping before her.  It delighted her humble me so completely.

"Kiss the leather thongs, slave."  She said.  I couldn't obey so quickly. She whipped me twice more between my thighs.   I howled in pain.  She ordered "Kiss these leather thongs with which I give you pain slave.  Know that when I give you an order it will be obeyed, or else." 

She had great satisfaction seeing me kiss the thongs of her martinet several times because I was afraid that she would whip me again.  She released me from the lowered spreader bar.  I dropped my knees and groveled at her boots. "Please Mistress Samantha, beg your pardon please I will obey you.” 

“I am beaten.  YOU are my MASTER” I moaned.

It was clear my words excited her

"Slave, lick my boots doing so without touching me except of course your slave tongue or else you will experience my nice new my quirt which you will not like how it feels.”  

I obey her order as I succeed painfully kneeling before her to lick her boots.  I understood that if I didn’t obey her I would once again feel her whips. With her legs spread wide apart She bent her pubis forward and ordered me. “Kiss the leather strip with fervor that covers my crotch."  I do not understand this order.    I am in severe pain and my penis is growing.  She thrusts her pubis closer to my face.  "Kiss, slave, kiss the crotch of your Goddess who has whipped you so you will be a better slave."  She slapped me then got very excited.  She pulled the leather strip sideways exposing her pussy.  “Lick my cunt slave, lick it.  NOW!”  She screamed.  She picked up her martinet and began flogging me again.  She struck at my shoulders and side then grabbed me by my ears and forced me to lick her cunt deeply until She had an organism.

She relaxed for some minutes in front of me as then smoked a cigarette, "Slave I have mastered you. I will whip you several times so that you will learn that your purpose in life is to please me and satisfy my sexual desires to perfection.  Slaves must remember they deserve extra extreme punishment that when administered they do not forget it ever." She continued. "This will be especially so when it will come time for you to receive your communion.  You will receive a severe flogging from my bullwhip.  It will remain indelible in your mind just as I will be as well.”I was cringing on the floor in mortal fear.

She kicked my side for me to rollover onto my back then she put her cigarette in my mouth and forced me to eat it.  “Are you thirsty, slave?" She asked.

"May I please have something to drink Mistress Samantha?" I asked.

"Why certainly slave may have something to drink and just what would you like?" She replied.

"Anything at all Mistress, I am very thirsty now."     

"Very good slave, because I have a full bladder of my golden wine for you to drink." She said as she looked into my eyes.

"Oh yes, Mistress, I love to drink your golden nectar." I begged her.

"Yes I know that slut.   You are nothing but a pisshouse of a slave. Is that not right" 

"Yes Mistress, I am your pisshouse if that is your wish."

"I have not used a toilet all evening slave, so I hope you are good and thirsty."  She said as she inserted a funnel in my mouth. I nodded my head trying to tell her yes. She slipped off her thong panties giving me a look at her beautiful Supreme Cunt.  Then she slowly squatted over the funnel and said, “Ready slave?" Another nod from She let and me her golden wine flow down the funnel into my mouth.

For the next few minutes she fed me her golden nectar...once I started to choke, She let up for a moment to allow me to swallow then she emptied herself into me.

"Very good slave, and for your reward, you may lick the last drops of piss from my Supreme Cunt with your tongue." She said as removed the funnel and laid it besides me.

I carefully removed the last drop from her cunt with my slave tongue. "Oh Mistress, I love you so much" I groaned and started to lick faster...

"That's an enough slave. I did not tell you I wanted my pussy eaten, just clean.  She got and stepped on my chest grinding her heels into my flesh. "Are you hungry, slave?”She asked in sadistic laugh.  Looking down upon me, with an evil smile.

She liked the idea of walking on me as she prepared to sit down on her throne to deposit her stinking load into my mouth.  The symbolism of such a preliminary act was to maximize my degradation.   "I want you to get used to the feeling of my ass.”  She straddled over me sexily and slowly removed her corset then tosses it aside leaving only her boots on.

"O.K. slave!  Open up because here I come!" She laughed as she descended on my flush, excited, but frightened face. Turned on by Goddess Samantha’s ass I opened my mouth before her body landed on me. Her buttocks were large and perfectly rounded.  She situated herself on my face and pulled her cheeks apart.   I found that I could insert my nose as well as my tongue into their slightly perspiring brown crack.  This I did, as if I had a choice.   Laughing madly, Mistress Samantha settled down on me heavily, actually sucking my face up into her body, suffocating me as she felt my surprising eager tongue going to work on her brown rosette. "Yes, that's it!" She cried with mounting excitement. "SUCK ME!  SUCK and LICK MY BUTTOCKS.  EARN YOUR KEEP, SLAVE!"

I did my best doing to my work fairly easily.  The musty smell assailing my sensitive nostrils seem did not distract from the sweet and sour taste of her shit.  But soon, very soon indeed, the impossibility of getting oxygen to my lungs got to me and I found myself struggling frantically for breath under her heavy ass.

Mistress Samantha laughed sadistically as she felt me suffocating in her. Deciding it was high time she gave me some air, she bore down on me one last time then left me some air with a parting "gift", a terribly smelly fart that permeated my nostrils and mouth instantly giving me an unpleasant taste of what was to come. Refusing to give me time to recover from her nauseating fart, she quickly kicked me and demanded me to put my head under her throne.

"Get in there now.  I can't wait a second longer."  I obeyed her command and shoved my neck into the tight opening at the base of the throne.  Mistress Samantha was on me before I had situated myself, walking up my torso with her boots, and then twisting her boot heel on my chest, grinding it in and drawing a little blood. She heard me scream then giggled as her first turd plopped nastily across my mouth, stifling the sound.  She emptied her bowels rapidly wishing she could slow down but found herself unable to halt the big stream of shit and piss that had waited so long in her hot holes.

When she finished she noticed there was no sound of me eating to be heard.  Angrily She stood and twisted her body around until She was facing the turd-covered face of her victim, me.

"Well?" She shrieked. "Aren't you on going to eat your food?"

Nauseated and about to throw up I could do nothing but mutter incoherently. Her rapidly changing temperament was doing its thing again; Mistress Samantha shrugged and turned on me then walked down my body securing my wrists to the throne and ankles to the floor.

She flicked off the lights as she stood by the door. "I would eat if I was you." She said causally with just a hint of menace. Then holding her mouth to stifle her laughter, she shut the door and went to bed.

She went to sleep quickly despite the excitement, which was still possessing her last thought was "I wonder if slave Steve will have eaten his dinner by morning? I really hope so. There so many things I want to do him and there will be quite a mess to clean up."  She heard the weird far off sound of her own laughter as consciousness left her and pleasant dream entering her pretty head.

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CHAPTER 6 (Day Six)

Mistress Samantha was up about 7:30 a.m.  She glided silently into the dungeon wearing a brief silk negligee and some slippers.  Once inside the normally clean-smelling room, the sulfurous stench hit.  She realized her slave, who was unattended in the toilet for the night without a purifier, was definitely a mistake.  She would have to slow down my toilet training a bit. 

She stepped up to her throne and peered down into it then walked around it slowly.  Despite her initial revulsion at the smell of her own feces, she found herself laughing at the absurd sight of me.  She momentarily forgot her nausea altogether.  It was obvious that I had eaten very little or none of her waste as most of her original "deposit" was still on my face, covering it from my shit encrusted eyelids to my chin where a turd still lay where it had landed.  Another turd curled out of my mouth nastily as I swallowed only her shit that was in my mouth to prevent me from choking to death on it.  I managed to survive the whole night beneath the slimy layers and puddles of Female shit and piss but my face was on fire.  I had diaper rash of the face.

I could barely stare at my Owner through my half-opened eyelids weighed down by Mistress Samantha’s shit.  My neck was enclosed in the trap door and I was totally helpless.  I was unable to scratch myself or rub my nose.  I could not even move my head around.  I had actually existed in Samantha’s shit and piss for over seven hours.  She was oblivious of me.  My Owner had slept in a comfortable bed just upstairs.

I looked so absolutely miserable and the stink was starting to get to her again.  She decided to flush me. She realized she certainly couldn't speak with me in my current condition. First She had to take of a very pressing personal problem that would make my condition worse, even if only temporally.

Stepping onto my chest with both feet she positioned her pee-hole over my head then pissed hot yellow urine all over my face.  She hadn't urinated all night and it seemed as if she would never stop but she did at last sprinkling the last drops liberally over my filthy face. Then she went to the bathroom and half-filled a bucket of cold water. She dumped it all over my face. She laughed again at the ludicrous sight of me trying to breathe as the water rose to a level over my face. I managed to keep my face above water as most of the loose shit on my face washed away. But my face was still a mess.  She poured more water on my face until I looked normal again, decidedly wet, but normal.

"Well, slave?  I can see you have a lot of learning to do." She cracked as I was still managing to keep my head up above water to prevent myself of drowning.  I peered up at her not knowing what to say.  My eyes were so red and sore that it was painful to look at anything and she had the bright lights of the room on that certainly weren't helping matters any.  I was still swallowing water in any case and speaking was impossible at the moment.  Finally, however, I managed to mutter something completely incomprehensible then just stared at her, hoping she would understand.

"What's the matter, slave?”  She asked, mock sympathy on her pretty face.

"I'm ashamed, Mistress,” I replied sheepishly in a hoarse voice. She was standing on my chest for over five minutes by now and the pressure of her weight was getting to me. My voice tried to fight my burning piss-drenched throat and I had to cough before I could begin again. "I failed you, I mean," I explained. “I was supposed to eat the meal you fed me and I didn't.  I'm so sorry."

Mistress Samantha smiled. "That's understandable, slave.  After all, you never ingested feces before.  I didn't expect you to.  You will do much better in the future; however you'll develop a taste for my excrement because you'll be eating it daily." 

A dark cloud seemed to suddenly pass over her face as she pronounced her next words: "You'd better develop a taste for it, I should say. The punishment you’d be getting today will be nothing compared to what you'll get if you fail me again." She sneered.  "And the next time you fail me I'll be forced to leave you in the toilet until you eat every bit of your meal, even if you have to stay there a week."

Upon hearing those glacial words my heart sank in my chest. So I was getting punished after all.  And next time I was going to be left in this hellhole practically smothered in her shit for maybe a week.  I shuddered at the thought and coughed. She was putting the full weight of her body on me.  Her heels were planted right on my collarbone. I could feel my bones ready to snap under her weight.  And to make matters worse she was slowly rocking back and forth.  Her toes pushed down on my throat and cut off my breath with every forward thrust of her shapely body. She was smoking too and dropping hot ashes on my chest.  Then she bent down and blew smoke into my already inflamed eyes.

She didn't get off of me until she was satisfied.  I had suffered enough from her standing on me for twenty minutes. When she finally did step down I was sweating profusely and moaning miserably.  She smiled and promised herself she would do this to me again, the next time for a longer period.  Perhaps she would do it in high heels.  For Mistress Samantha just standing on a male without necessarily stomping or trampling him was perfect punishment and a good training exercise. It not only caused physical discomfort without doing serious internal damage to her victim it produced torment in his mind which symbolized her dominance over him.  

"Standing on a slave's face is better. That drives him mad after a while." She thought.

She released me from toilet bondage and went on to other matters."  “Get your slave ass into that shower [pointing to the slave’s quarters] and wash yourself.  Then clean up this mess.  Meanwhile I will shower upstairs. See that you present yourself in my bedroom in twenty minutes.  Do it slave!"

"Yes Gracious Mistress,” I replied as I kissed her slippers.   Mistress Samantha laughed and walked upstairs. 

After my shower I crawled on my belly up to her bedroom. "You're ten seconds late slave,” She admonished with an icy, menacing calm. 

"I'm sorry Mistress," I began, but she cut me short with a backhand blow to my upturned face.

"Did I ask for a stupid male excuse?" She snarled.

"No M.Mistress, "I stuttered.

"Then shut up. I'm going to excuse your tardiness this time because I know you aren't used to eating such rich food and it upset your little tummy."  She paused and giggled, then went on. "In any case, I haven't the time to punish you now. I will severely punish you this evening. There are many things that have to be accomplished this morning and we shall begin now."

She bent over me.  "Remove my slippers and place them in the closet” Nervous and anxious to please, I reached out with my hands, then realized my mistake, and quickly removed her left slipper with my mouth. She lifted her foot just high enough to allow me to remove the slipper but not high enough to make it easy for me.  After struggling for some time she giggled at my funny bobbing head, I managed to remove both. 

"You may crawl on your hands and knees for now. We haven't the time for worm-style now. Oh and while you're in front of my closet, pull my light blue blouse out. Get the blue calf length skirt and let's see my bone-white sling back pumps too”.

"Yes Mistress Samantha," She heard me mutter she watched me crawl into her closet. Meanwhile she snatched up a pair of frilly pink panties and put them on.  Then she took her brown silken hose and rolled them up her scrumptious leg then fastened the garter straps to the hosiery.  I returned to my Owner on my hands and knees with her clothes draped neatly over my right shoulder and her pumps in my mouth. 

She took the clothes from me and I lay down on the floor at her feet so she could stand on me while she dressed.  She stood on my chest and placed her pumps on my face, wedging their heels in my mouth, and then straightened up. She put her clothes on and tucked them in, arranging her blouse so that it emphasized her breasts then straightened out her skirt.  She approached my face watching my nervous eyes as did then gingerly placed her left foot in its corresponding shoe while her heel ground in my mouth threatening my front teeth and tongue.  She repeated the process with her other foot.   When the both shoes were on she stood firmly on me, both feet implanted as she rearranged her clothes with the assistance of a wall mirror. Then she stepped off of me onto the rug.

Mistress Samantha gazed down at me with mild curiosity.  My cock was hard. It was clear I was very frightened of her and the enormous power she had over me. She gave me an evil smile that made me tremble with fear. Then she kicked me in the cheek. "Don't lay there, moron.' She chided, blaming her own procrastination on me “Time is wasting."  I crawled to her and peered up at her in fearful anticipation. She beckoned me to follow her to her dresser. "Kneel right where you are. And don't move whatever you do." Pulling her rather loose slit at the side of her skirt to one side she sat down on my shoulders and lowered her long legs until her feet touched my bent knees. She squirmed around until she was comfortable.

Her feet were now firmly planted on my knees and her crotch pressed against the back of my skull.  She leaned forward a little, forcing me to bend my neck from the pressure of her soft body, and then retrieved her makeup kit from the drawer. "Now," She ordered. "Extend both your arms.  Keep your elbows at your sides. Yes that's it. But your palms up. Yes. Now hold that position.” She placed articles of makeup in each of my hands, mascara and eye shadow in one palm, lipstick and her hairbrush in the other.   Scared and nervous that I would screw up, I tried to hold my body absolutely still and motionless but already her body on my shoulders was beginning to weigh me down and I wondered if I could make it. Mistress Samantha pretended to ignore me as she slowly and laboriously applied her makeup then brushed back her thick lustrous blonde hair.   She watched my every move out of the corner of her eye.   My head was respectfully bent anyway and I could see little but the graceful line of my Owner's nylon clad legs and her gorgeous feet in those white strap high heeled shoes of hers placed so dangerously on my naked knees.

She had her face made up in no time.  She really didn’t need much if any makeup to begin with.  It wasn’t much of a task for the natural beauty she is. Just a few subtle touches to empathize her pretty eyes and little lipstick.  Today she used a rather brazen flaming pink to color her full fleshy lips- but She took a long time with her thick hard to manage hair.  I was hard pressed to hold her up much longer.  Finally, it happened.  As circulation in my legs cut off putting both feet to sleep, the pressure on my shoulder became suddenly more than I could bear.

I had been sitting almost motionless for ten solid minutes and I wanted to continue doing so for the pleasure of serving my Mistress [not to speak of avoiding the incurring her wrath].  I couldn't help lurching forward just a little and when I did disaster struck.  The lipstick and mascara fell to the floor.  I was thrown off balance.   Mistress Samantha fell forward banging not only my head against the dresser, which wasn't important, of course, but also her own bare knees which was.  The pretty blonde cursed but she didn't get off me until she was finished brushing her hair.  I was shaking like a leaf in a Miami hurricane those last a few moments. her cold, calculating refusal to fly into a rage on her part was so uncharacteristic of what I had observed of her so far it scared me.  Because of this I anticipated sudden violence when she climbed off of me that would be enough to scare Godzilla.  The built-up suspense was driving me crazy.  "Well, slave," She said calmly as She held her hairbrush threateningly in her right hand. "You didn't quite make it, did you?"  "No  Mis  Mis Mistress." She faced me with an arrogant look of superiority in her piercing wide opened eyes.  She had a slight amused grin on her full sensual lips. "All right, then, " She said, still causal and matter of fact.  "Sit up straight, your hands on the floor. The way I see it, your weak mind is really responsible for your weakness and clumsiness, but since your hands and shoulders are easily accessible tools of that faulty mind, they shall be the parts of your body I shall punish. Do you understand my reasoning, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress, I do," I replied. I was still shaking but my mind had accepted the inevitability of punishment and my voice sounded even and stoical. 

"Very well, then," Mistress Samantha said in that deadly calm tone.  Stepping onto my hands She planted her soles on my wrists and her spiked heels on the index and third fingers of each hand then raised the hairbrush.  She beat me ten times on each shoulder.  The first stroke was comparatively light but the slowly measured blows increased in strength and power as she continued to hit me. To make matters worse she purposely hit the same spot on each shoulder every time so that by the time she was finished pounding me there were corresponding bristle wounds on both sides of my body that matched each other.  She raised her arm higher and higher each time all the while staring into my tear-streaked eyes and leaning forward to crush my hands mercilessly under her shoes.  I was sobbing uncontrollably when she stepped back from me.  "Have you learned your lesson, slave?" She asked as she yanked my head back and stared into my eyes from a vantage point, only inches from my damp face. 

"Yes Mistress," I muttered between big sobs that convulsed my entire body.  "Then kiss my shoes and thank me for teaching you such a valuable lesson." She snapped.

"Thank you Mistress Samantha,” I blubbered, then kissed each leather toe as I groveled before her.

"Very good! Now stop that infernal crying and follow me." 

"Yes, Mistress." I whimpered as I slithered down stairs to the kitchen.  "All right stop here," She said. "Now stand up.  You may stand while you cook but you must assume the hands and knees position while serving your Lady keeping in mind that the only position I will tolerate in between rooms is the worm crawl."

I was still crying but nodded as the quite reasonable demands were outlined to me. "You will find sausage, eggs and potatoes in the refrigerator and spices in the cupboards to its left. I want you to fix an old fashion breakfast. Now let's see what you can do."    

"Yes ...Mistress...” I uttered.

"And stop that blubbering or I'll give you something to cry about.”  She handed me an old rag stained with her urine and vaginal discharges. "This is one of your many special slaves’ rags," She explained. "I have several of these placed in drawers throughout the house."

She stepped close to me, her pointed toes dangerously close to my sore, bruised feet.  I wiped the tears from my eyes then the rest of my face dry. She giggled when I inhaled her stale yet sexy smell then she grabbed it and stuffed the rag into my mouth and tied it around my head. Since you persist in making that insipid noise. I'm going to gag you.  "It may perhaps persuade you to obey orders when they're given.”

“It will also demonstrate to you the vast difference in taste and odor between your food and mine." She slapped me across the head and kicked me in the shin just to listen to the sound of my muffled sobs then busied herself doing her last minute tasks before she would leave to take care of business matters. 

My cooking was indeed excellent and Mistress Samantha complimented and rewarded me. While taking my gag off She told me the food was "very good".  I was lying at her feet. She had taken off her shoes and was resting her nylon-clad feet on my face.  I was getting quite warm in the house and she was perspiring, but that was all right.  I sucked and licked up all that delicious sweat with my adoring tongue.  She contentedly rubbed her toes around in my adoring mouth.

"To appreciate your cooking, I'm going to give you the remains on my plate by hand." She removed her feet from my face and waited until I was kneeling, then fed me a half-eaten sausage and half piece of toast dipped in egg yolk. I sucked the food from her slender fingers gratefully. 

"Thank you, Mistress Samantha. You are very kind," I said politely then returned my gaze to her feet. She patted me on the head like She was fondly stroking a pet dog then ordered me to put her shoes back on and lick them thoroughly so that they would be shiny for her outing. 

I worked diligently on her soles-unnecessary of course, but important to her because it gave her pleasure and the feeling of power to see me licking the dirt she walked on. She gave last minute instructions beginning with the reminder that what I had just experienced was unusual. "I don't want you thinking that every time you cook a good meal you will be able to eat from my hand.  After all, that is a reward usually reserved for pet cats and dogs, higher forms of life than the human male slave animal. I just did it on a whim to show you that occasionally you will receive a kindness from your Owner. Normally, you will eat your scraps from the soles of my shoes or from your slave dish. Is that understood?"

"Yes Mistress Samantha.  It is understood."

“Good. I must leave shortly. Your chores are listed on the refrigerator door. This house is a mess so there good many tasks for you to accomplish before I return home this evening, probably more than you can handle in just one day.  Do as many of them as you can in the time I'm gone.

All I ask is you do them thoroughly and expertly and that dinner is prepared and the table set at six sharp.  This gives you plenty of time to attend to your personnel duties for me and still get the food on the table in time. Now I want you to prepare your lowly slave body in the front hallway. I will be on you in a few minutes. That is all.”

I bowed my head and kissed the floor at her feet then slithered off into the dimly lit hallway separating the gigantic living room from the intricately carved heavy natural wood front door.  Mistress Samantha watched her flesh and blood property clumsily scuttle over the floor and wondered absently what She ever did without such an entertaining male around the house.

A little minute in the mirror and a half-cup of coffee she drank ever so slowly and deliberately so I would have to wait a few more minutes for her and she would be on her way. I waited for my Owner with mixed dread and excitement as my cock swelled against my cage. When at last I heard the rapid staccato click of my beloved Owner's spiked heels on the tile floor, hushed for a moment as She walked across the living room carpet, I began shaking from head to toe!

Mistress Samantha reached me and briefly glanced down on me.   She was pleased to see that I had lain absolutely straight with my arms placed stiffly against my sides and my ankles pressed together.  She glanced back to the door without looking at me then trampled across my legs and naked body.  She walked on me without stopping, her feet moving in the same manner as she had been on the tile floor as if I was a rug now.  My soft body was under her hard leather shoes and was different than the feeling of the rug or tile. She heard my low moans and frightening cry when one of her heels slipped into my mouth when she stood on my face with both feet and opened the door.   She ignored my moans and didn't make a sound until the door was shut and then she laughed, scratched her pussy under her dress with excitement and walked out to her car.

About 3:00 PM, The phone rang and I answered it.   It was Mistress Samantha. “Stop what you are doing, slave. Get on your knees and recite the prayer of adoration to your Goddess to me over the phone." 

I responded to her command and recited it her.  I heard giggles in the background and then realized that Mistress Samantha had me broadcast my prayer over a speakerphone somewhere.

“Very good slave, I got plans for us this weekend that will be super.  Now slave, stop doing your chores and cancel fixing my dinner.  I want you to go my dungeon and put yourself in bondage."  She continued as I briefed her instructions. "When completed slave, wait for me as you continue to pray to my shrine." She said as she hung up.

I followed her instructions, by going to her dungeon. There I was to kneel in the middle of room. I was to put shackles on my ankles connected by a four-inch chain.  Alligator clips on a chain were clamped on my nipples with a three-pound lead weight attached to the chain.  My cock cage was hooked tightly to the floor. Then I was to blindfold myself and take a pair of her most pungent smelling panties and put them over my head so I would constantly inhale her intoxicating odors.  Finally I handcuffed my wrists behind my back and waited hours for her arrival.  I was in darkness, unable to see a thing as I endured another long period of bondage.  I was only able to nap in stages due to my anxiety and apprehension of what was to come this evening when my Goddess Samantha returns. My Goddess reminded me this morning that I was to be punished to for my tardiness and slowness in responding to her commands.  Especially, in my toilet training.

Alone and blindfolded I soon found that time was doing funny things to my mind.  It seemed to stop, drawing out each minute into something that felt like hours.  I had urinated a little as a result in my anxiety and fear.  This plus my daydreams of Mistress Samantha in the nude caused my penis to be massive and swollen erect.  It was painfully squeezing the cock cage, which was secured tightly to the floor.  My penis was so hard that it begged to be stroked to relieve the pain but there was no hope of that happening.

My ears strained like an animal's as I listened for the sound of my Mistress' key in the door as she returned.  At first, I was sure that she was going to come up to me when she got in. Then I was sure that She would come to me when She put her things away and got comfortable. Then I realized that I wasn't sure just when she would come.  Slowly a thought cropped up in my mind.  She won't be in any hurry to come to me. I was not that important. More than that, there was nothing I could do to change the situation.  I could feel tears running from my eyes, wetting the leather of the blindfold I wore.  My muscles were cramped from having to stay in one position for so long. My humiliation at my naked helplessness grew with every moment that I stayed there. 

Moments later, I heard the dungeon door open. I received a jolt of adrenaline that sent my heart racing when I heard her heels clicking on the tile floor. She had finally arrived.  Nothing that she could do could be worse than my painful cramping bondage and loneliness that it brought with it.  I could hear the heels clicking towards me and I kissed the floor the second she stepped near me.  Then I licked the toe of each of her pumps and laid my head on the floor.   I felt I should say something to her in way of greeting but I didn't dare because she had mentioned nothing about such an opening statement and discretion is definitely the better part of valor when it comes to proper slave protocol. So I just laid there and waited her nervously expecting to feel her sharp heels and hard soles on my naked back. I felt them soon enough. Mistress Samantha took a breath of air then stopped not on my spine but the back of my head, pushing my chin heavily into the hard floor. She lingered for a moment to emphasize her weight and power over me, and then walked slowly down my back, her heels carving a noiseless tattoo on my tender skin and banging my ribs into the floor. She even stepped on my feet, enjoying herself tremendously.  Then she turned and faced me.

A sharp kick to the crevice of my ass laid my slowly rising body flat on the floor again.  And She couldn't help but laugh when I remained there thinking She was going to trample me again no doubt.

I felt her unlocking the handcuffs, the ankle shackles, and releasing my cock cage from the floor.  But didn't bother to remove the blindfold from my eyes.  I didn't dare to remove it myself.  It was never a slave's place to free himself. Blinded but freed, I crawled along the floor to her, sitting on her throne and groveled at her feet. I remained in a kneeling position and began to perform a heart-felt expression of my submission to her. 

At her command, I stuck my tongue far out of my mouth as I could put at as I touched the very tip of her shoe. It was more than just a desire to show her that I was well trained and needed no punishment. In the first place, as a slave I had no choice over either how or why I was punished.  Secondly, I had been shown to myself as a slave that I knew that any punishment she could give me would only end up making me a more excited slave.  Mistress Samantha’s lovely features were made only more beautiful by the smile that played about the corners of her delicately sculptured mouth. It was a smile of pure delight, a smile that could only be brought on by the sight of a humbled slave.  She was now in the mood to play with me slowly and leisurely.  She allowed me to lick and suck her heels for while.

“Now remove my shoes." I bent over and obeyed, taking each of her feet gingerly in my hands and placing the sharp-toed pumps on the floor. "Good. You may sniff them then give my feet a nice massage. They’re tired from walking on so many males today." She laughed as I obeyed.  She derived great amusement from the way I flared my nostrils to inhale what little odor remained in her shoes.  She giggled as she thought of what I would do when She removed her shoes after wearing them all day.  I took her left foot in my hand and began massaging it gently but firmly, then repeated the process with her other foot, giving the soft pads on the bottoms of her nylon covered feet a good sensuous working-over. Then I took each of them into my mouth and sucked them in up to the instep after which I sucked each individual toe worshipfully, slowly and expertly.

She played with my face with her left foot as I worked on the right one, rubbing my eyes and cheeks playfully but grinding the rough-weave nylon in hard whenever she passed over my open eyeball. When she finished with them she made me remove her nylons and suck all the moisture out of them then she placed both of her bare feet in my mouth at once. "Suck." She said simply. It was fun for her to watch me try to suck both feet, clearly an almost impossible task when given such a small mouth to work with. She tired of her game after a while and placed one foot on my penis and with one smooth motion She pulled the blindfold from my face with the other.

I winced as the bright light stabbed me in the eye.  The sight of Mistress Samantha was enough to keep me from closing my eyes despite the pain.  She ordered me to slip down her skirt with my mouth while she slipped out her blouse.  Then I was to kiss them and place them in a neat pile.  "Slave crawl on all fours upstairs to my bedroom.  Fetch my black knee high boots, the ones that have the gold stiletto heels." She commanded as cruel thoughts passed her mind.

When I picked up the boots by the heels with my mouth cold chills ran up my spine.  I crawled back to her with my eyes gazing at the floor the entire time. She ordered me to put the boots on her feet.  She gave me a kick as if to push me back a foot or two.  Then I was to recite my prayer to her.   "It's all right, slave. You may rise and face me.  On your hands and knees, of course. The kick was just my way of saying I'm glad to see you." 

I was shaking like a leaf but I managed to turn and face her.  I wanted to return her greeting but I knew She expressly forbid speaking without first paying proper abeyance to her so I licked each boot toe again and then gazed up at her.

She wasn't wearing much.  The corset that she was wearing set off her voluptuous form. It was cut so that her full breasts were exposed to my hungry eyes.  I could never see those tits without an overwhelming desire to lick them, to suckle at my Goddess’ tits.  Of course I knew that, like everything else in my life now depends solely on my Mistress’ whim.  Her corset did nothing to hide her sable furred pussy. I looked longingly at her divine womanhood, the symbol of her supremacy over me.  Other than the corset, the only thing that Mistress Samantha wore were boots that came up to her knees, the studded collar around her neck that made her even more commanding and a pair of leather evening gloves.

"May I have permission to speak, Mistress Samantha?"  

"Yes, of course slave” Mistress Samantha replied with a giggle. "You've remembered your manners I'm happy to see.  So go ahead."

"Thank you, Mistress.”

“I'm happy to see you slave.”

"Thank you, Mistress Samantha. I'm pleased you're happy with my humble performance. All I wanted to say is I'm happy to see you too and missed you awfully." 

Mistress Samantha smiled and petted my head.  "I feel much better now, slave but I need to pee.  Are you thirsty?” She smiled pleasantly but her eyes flashed malice that was ready to explode into instant violence if I displeased her with my answer.

"Yes Goddess Samantha, allow me to drink your golden nectar, Please Goddess." 

"C'mon, slave. Time for that drink I promised you" She said as I assumed my position placing my head under her throne.  "Hurry up slave." Mistress Samantha yelled as she threatens to kick me again with those boots.

"I'm dying to go. That's it. Move slave."  Mistress Samantha laughed at me. I was scared.  She opened the sliding door at basin of throne. "Well get in there." She screamed, obviously irritated.  I hesitated, the memory of what happen last time in this toilet of the devil lingered.  That can be looming again. Then she kicked me in the gut and slapped me in face that stung terribly.  Winded and almost blinded by the slap, I turned on my back and worked my head under her throne.   With a disgusted snort based on physical need as much as anger, Mistress Samantha stepped on me, turned, lifted up the seat and sat down on the enamel toilet seat.  She wanted to tease me with suspense but she was bursting with urine so she let fly the moment she hit the seat. 

Bursting was a good word for her condition because that was exactly the way the piss shot from her pee-hole.  It was a bursting torrent of hot, yellow liquid, much like a fire hydrant that had ruptured and is flooding a city street. She couldn't control her piss and instead of directing it down my parched throat she shot it all over my face, flooding it with warm urine from her over-filled bladder.

My miserable face greeted her when she sat up and peered down into the basin. It was clear that I couldn't see her and I was sputtering for breath as well.  My nostrils and mouth were spouting stinging acidic liquids. It didn't look like much of her piss had gone my throat at all.  "Still didn't get your drink, did you?"  She asked.   I tried to answer her but I swallowed her yellow liquid instead and she giggled.  Then I stopped sputtering but was still coughing. When I stopped, she yelled. "Well.   What the hell is wrong with you?   Thought you, were so thirsty."  She scolded me as I still couldn't answer her.

She jabbed her spiked heel into my shoulder and gave me an evil smile.   "I've been saving my bowel movement all day for you and couldn't wait until I got home to feed you a reward for your work today." She laughed cruelly as she saw my lips begin to tremble violently. 

"It's all right slave. I was kidding.  Actually I already moved them  

Into the mouth of a very appreciative male, Mistress Linda’s slave, I might add.  You will meet him the other evening and will be with him this weekend.  Both of us will be going somewhere with her and her slave.  May be he could teach you a few lessons in appreciation."  She said as she ground her spike heel in my neck.

She felt sorry for me when saw me flopping around on the floor, making strange noises like some half-throttled chicken. She smiled at me again, "Hurt, slave?"  She asked as she rubbed my tummy. “Well, don't worry. I'm not that angry with you.  I just wish you were as far along in your training as that of Mistress Linda’s slave that I used today.  But we can't expect that yet, can we?" "N.ne, Mistress Samantha," I shuddered then broke down into coughing fit.

Mistress Samantha pounded her heels on my chest until I stopped coughing.  "All the more recent to start your training tonight, Do you agree?"

"Yes, Mistress, " I whimpered. 

"But right now I’m hungry. I'm going to leave you so that I can eat my dinner, Mexican takeout.  Then maybe you can eat some later after it has gone through me." She laughed sadistically giving me another evil smile as nightmarish thoughts raced through my mind. She gloried in my fear of her and I decided to leave her statement as it stood.

When she returned and she was laughing as she walked around kicking me. "Dinner was good slave, but you know what Mexican makes you do?”  She said as she sat on throne and let out big fart for me to inhale.  "Open wide slave."  She said as she pissed in my mouth again.  She got up and wiped herself with a rag and then covered my eyes with it. Then she lit a cigarette and used my mouth as her ashtray along some spit in my mouth. "Well slave, are you hungry?"  She asked.

"Yes Mistress!" I replied.  Grinding her spiked heels into my balls. "Are you ready to eat your dinner? It’s coming from my asshole, slave!"  She said sadistically.

She dropped her lit cigarette on my chest as she stomped it out on my chest with her heel.

"AHHHH Please Goddess Samantha let me eat your shit." I am pleading for mercy as I squirm violently.  Finally she sat down on her throne and suddenly is inhaling her strong pungent odor as he just let some big farts.  Meanwhile I couldn't see with rag over my face. I could sense something was chumming from her ass.  First I thought it was her shit but some hot chewed up and a little runny leftover food dumped on my face. "You’re a big mess slave. Eat it.  I thought you were hungry?" She laughed. A few minutes later she commanded me to clean her dungeon and cleanup myself.  "I want you and this room perfectly clean in a half hour when I return." Then she walked out and I immediately got out from under her throne and went to work.

Thirty minutes later I barely finished my tasks however did manage to kneel at the door to wait for her before she returned.  The door opened abruptly and Mistress Samantha stood in the doorway.  She was a vision of sensuality and beauty. At the same time she struck fear into me.  Her eyes were ultra feminine yet they spoke of domination and power. I quickly assumed the slave position, my forehead and palms of my hands on the floor with buttocks upraised.  Mistress Samantha approached me and stopped so that the tips of her black boots were touching my fingertips. I could smell her female essence, which caused my penis to harden even more.  My cock was pressing tightly against the cage while my dangling testicles vibrated in a sexual arousal.  Mistress Samantha, gazing down on my prostrate naked body queried me,  "Slave, why are you trembling?"

My tongue felt as if it were tied to the roof of my mouth.  I stuttered as I replied, "Mistress Samantha I a...a...am a.... afraid that you are go. go..going to pun... punish me!"

"You must realize that through my training you will be a more responsive and productive slave. I am going to train you that you react instinctively and without hesitation whenever I issue a command.  Experience has taught me dear slave that it is only through the searing, burning, lash of the whip that a slave achieves communion with his Mistress.  There is no other way. You will suffer slave but you will also experience a rebirth with its beautiful ultimate sensations.  You will discover slave, as other slaves have that at a certain point in your flogging, you will lose and I will gain complete control of your mind and nervous system.  Your body compensates for the pain through a profound involuntary orgasm that will be more pleasurable than you ever achieved through masturbation or intercourse. You will love me for this. You will be in harmony and communion with your Mistress.

"Slave you may lean back on your haunches and gaze up at me." I did so. She began to remove her corset as I looked at her with my open-wide eyes.  She is the paragon of womanhood. Her naked full- melon sized breasts and her triangular bush transfixed me. She turned her back to me and presented her perfectly rounded buttocks.  My cock by this time was ready to erupt its orgasmic juices.        

Mistress Samantha then shouted at me, "Slave, kiss my ass." I began to fervently kiss each cheek. I then used my hands to spread her buttocks so as to better reach her anus with my tongue.  I buried my face in her crevice and hard tongued about three inches into her anus.  My lust heightened by the smelling the musk-like feminine odor.  Mistress Samantha screamed at me over her shoulder. "Slave, you have better get your tongue up my asshole and lick every bit shit there or I am going to have the first layer of skin off your lazy ass on the tip of this lash." I quickly redoubled my efforts whimpering with fear and sexual arousal. The smell of her wet juicy succulent, asshole and cunt were an aphrodisiac to me.  My mouth and chin were sloppy wet from her sexual juices, excrement, and sweat.  I was working my long hard tongue on the slit of her succulent cunt, feverishly. Mistress Samantha screamed at me, "Stop it, God damn you. Your performance is completely unsatisfactorily." I began to whimper like a dog as she pushed me away with her right booted foot.  She then began to massage me with the lash of her bullwhip.  

"How shall I restrain you slave while I take off some skin off your lazy ass?"

"Oh, oh, oh, please Mistress Samantha!"  I begged. Then she ordered me to the center of the room.  I quickly crawled there.  I was terror-stricken.   "Stand up, “She ordered. "And hold your hands over your head." She attached the wrists with handcuffs and in moment my whole body was lifted off the floor. My ankles were then restrained by ankle shackles that were attached to one of the steel eyes bolted to the floor.  My feet were only one inch from the floor as I was suspended in my naked state.

Her thick, full, long blonde hair and her feminine yet piercing eyes added to this effect.  Only Mistress Samantha radiates dominance and power. At the same time she possesses a royal sophisticated bearing and demeanor. She held a menacing dog quirt in her left hand and cupped my testicles in the palm of her right hand. She squeezed my balls as she said, “Slave are you cold?"

"No Mistress,” I replied, Then why are trembling and shaking?"

My body by now was quivering from head to toe.  I   a.a.am.a.afraid, “I stuttered.

"Slave you and I are going to have communion. You are going to suffer, but when I have finished your slave body and mind will be mine.

Every nerve ending and brain cell in you your body will know that Mistress Samantha is your Goddess." She dropped my testicles and began to stroke the head of my penis. She had removed the cage from my cock. "My slave," She said, "You are endowed" as She continued stroking my eight inches of slave manhood. "You had better not ejaculate," She warned me. I began to feel the warm sensation that precedes an organism stirring in my lions and begged her to stop stroking me for fear of ejaculating. She stepped back and viciously slapped me across the mouth.

"How dare you tell your Mistress what to do?" I began to weep in a panic as She raised the dog quirt and cracked it. It sounded like a pistol shot in a hassling room. Despite the fact that the tip of the fork-tipped lash missed my body by a foot, my body involuntarily jumped in the confines of my restraints. "I am going to leave for a while, slave.  In the meantime you are to contemplate your flogging." I watch her intently as Mistress Samantha left the room and slammed the dungeon door.

I hung there in the wrist restraints with my feet unable to reach the floor. The weight of my naked body now on my wrists plus fear was causing me to sweat profusely. Beads of sweat were rolling from my armpits down my sides. Sweat was also rolling down my ass checks to my thighs and calves. The perspiration was dripping onto the floor.  My prick was turgid and erect, gorged with the blood of my sexual desires.  My cock was so hard because of my thinking about my Mistress that it would have spewed forth it’s cum had a fly landed on it. Oh, how I wished I could masturbate.

I must have fallen asleep in my restraints.  When I opened my eyes, Mistress Samantha was standing in front of me. She was stark naked with exception of her thigh-high black boots and her over-the elbow black leather gloves. "Please, please, please Mistress Samantha," I begged. "Have mercy on me."  She said nothing as she walked behind me.  I turned my head and saw her uncoiling the dog whip.

The first lash struck me across the shoulders below the back of my neck. I hollered, “OH oh ohhh, it soooo."  The second lash was almost but not quite on the same spot.  The third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth, tenth, were on my sweaty back. My back bore deep scarlet stripes like a zebra.

I was jumping within the confines of my bondage like a puppet on a string. I was weeping tearfully. I was begging for pity and mercy. I was promising to be an obedient productive slave. I would have promised anything to escape the burning searing, painful lash.  Mistress Samantha paused and said. "Slave you may holler, scream, or beg as loudly as you wish as this room is soundproofed," She continued. "I am going to be merciful and allow you fifteen minutes and then I am going to start on your big white ass."

"Oh Mistress! Please don't beat me anymore!" I screamed."

"Shut up, slave," She replied Mistress Samantha and sat on a stool massaging Vaseline into the split thronged lash as the fifteen minutes ticked away. My back felt as if it was on fire.  My naked body was drenched with sweat. My ass cheeks were trembling violently.  I looked down and Mistress Samantha was loosening my ankle restraints. She then spread my left leg and attached it to other eyebolt.  She then spread my right leg and attached it to another eyebolt.  My legs now formed an inverted V.  My balls were dangling exposed and vulnerable to the lash of the whip. "Oh, oh, my Mistress " I shouted. "Please have pity on your poor slave!" 

"Shut up, slave, I told you that you and I were going to have communion of mind and body. her first lash struck me directly across the hemispheres of buttocks. My ass cheeks felt as if a red-hot poker was being rubbed across them.

Mistress Samantha allowed about one minute between each the lash so as to afford my nervous system an opportunity to adjust and feel the full effect of each lash. Each and every nerve ending in my body was on fire and tingling with the flick of the lash.  My body was attempting to tear itself lose from its tight bondage so as to escape. I could not do anything but jerk violently with each lash. At the eighth lash I lost control of my bladder and I pissed.  Most got on myself on myself. She took a bucket of cold water from bathroom and dumped it all over me. My cock was still erect at the sixteenth lash on my bleeding ass when she changed the direction with the whip. She circled my body.  "Slave, you know my bosoms are very hard and my pussy is hot again." She said, her boots clicking loudly on the floor.  "And I feel like I need to whip you another fifteen lashes, slave, just before going to bed."

"Please Mistress, Don't whip me. I will obey, pardon, no, not the bullwhip, Mistress." I whimpered.  "It's too late to repent. You will feel an experience that you never had before and I will enjoy giving you it. Besides I enjoy severely punishing male worms. So I will whip you as you deserve it, bloody."   She said.

"No Mistress, no, don't whip me!"  I shouted.        

"Shut up or it will be at least a hundred lashes." She screamed.  She was guiding the whip so that each of its lashed were coming up between my spread legs, striking my lower abdomen below the belly button, only barely missing my rigid prick, but biting into the crevice of my ass and nicking my dangling balls.

She laughed sadistically as she gripped my balls and squeezed them till I howled in pain. Then she turned me around and whipped my butt again.  Her lashes were given with extreme violence.  She enjoyed each lash as it made her body excited.  She felt the intensity of her power to discipline me with great severity.  I was stark naked, tied and hung up at her mercy.  The dog quirt hissed and cracked against my body.  Her bosom heaved with each blow She gave.  I was twisting, howling and crying as she whipped me mercilessly.  Her left hand was rubbing her crotch, giving her pleasure, while her right arm handled the bullwhip which gave me pain. She whipped me till she climaxed.        

I was now screaming like a wild animal. My screams and words were incoherent. Something strange happened to me. My body never felt more alive.  Every nerve in my body was charged, as if with an electric current. My ass was involuntarily seeking to find the lash of the whip and was actually jumping to meet it.  At the fortieth lash directly across my buttocks my cock ejaculated in ecstasy that was fantastically deep and profound.

The burning, searing, biting lash had devastated my nervous system so much that the body's natural defense mechanism attempted to compensate through orgasm. The orgasm was so profound and filled with such ecstasy that I fainted.   She lowered me to the floor and removed my restraints. I lay collapsed at her feet.

"Think about the correction I will give you if you don't please me tomorrow, slave." She said as she kicked me into the cage for the night.  "Good night slave," She said as left the dungeon and went to bed.  Mistress Samantha and I had truly achieved communion together this evening.  Bless my Goddess.