GENESIS

BY M.M.

I was born on 3 ^rd October 2078, which means 22 years from end of the Genesis. Woman that brought me to this world was not DNA compatible to have a female child. Once she was pregnant, the tests were ran and she, as incompatible DNA mother, was supposed to be given a male factor 17 which is a limit for having a male child. However, by mistake she received factor 40 on male DNA carrier, and brought me to this world not knowing how I would turn up. She, like any other, expected an ordinary boy that fits this society prospects for balance between male and female population.

The world as we know it is now ruled by female majority. The Genesis, as they call the disruption that occurred 18 years ago, changed the face of this planet. Genesis was caused by rapid increase of genetically modified aspects of daily living. Beginning from food and cloning, genetic modification was applied to evolution of flora and fauna, too. That means that soon, plants were producing modified oxygen to the atmosphere and animals, including fish, were modifying the nature to fit their own new species. As the result of all this, female DNA structure become much more superior to male and as much more immune and resistant organisms, female population survived the Genesis, almost 100%. However, male population could not resist the Genesis, and so, only one third survived; those were only the fittest ones immune enough to stand the modifications. And now, as an inferior species, childbirth was controlled to ensure that ratio and DNA structure remains as it is. Female children were genetically modified to be superior and stronger to male ones. The ordinary values and feelings that these world ones knew, such as love, hate, pain and pleasure were either forgotten or distributed as it was seen fit.

I, for example, as a male, wasn't supposed to feel love, hate or pleasure. I could feel pain; that was one thing that would help in my raising and education as a child. All this was contained within those factors women received when pregnant. Once I was born, my mother left me with an institution that should have directed me into life and teach me my purpose. For all other male children it was the same; they were accepting their faith because they couldn't do better due to their genetically attached limits. But not me; I was different, I was so different that I knew, since I was just a little boy, that I must conceal those differences, otherwise I might have been treated differently and denied any chance for something better in life then just serving someone else. Some women are just women, I guess; they see the world as it is and take it for granted. Those are pretty fair to men as long as we know our place. But some of them are really cruel and sometimes sadistic; those will use you for whatever they see fit. My first encounter with this type was at the institution; many boys were punished, sometimes severely, for nothing. They were just used as objects to fulfill sick needs of these women. It happened to me twice, but, I was different, and so for me, it wasn't so hard to endure all that. I've learned rape when I was 13; two daughters of two instructors raped me in director's office. I was forced to do things I never even imagined. One of them said that she knew history very well and that in past times, men were real pricks to women and that we should now pay for it. They beat me up pretty bad and performed different acts of sexual abuse, which then, I never connected with sex; for me that was pure abuse. "You little prick; you will be our fuck toy, now!" I remember one yelling. They forced me to crawl on the floor, lick their shoes and then, they tied me up on the floor and raped me. They raped my face, they raped me for two hours, kicking me and calling me names, in between. Later, they took me to the toilet and pissed all over me in turns. That other time I was just caned as a punishment to what I did; better yet, what I did not do. I was supposed to tide up a gym but I didn't manage on time so I was sent to the warden. She was really mean looking woman and she said that she would teach me a lesson with her cane; I had to lower my pants and receive ten lashes on my bottom, but after those ten it became thirty seven and at least twenty landed on my back up to the point when my back began to bleed. She simply enjoyed inflicting pain to young boys as I heard stories from others.

There was a story among us of one place called "Galika" where everybody was supposed to be equal, where men and women lived in a community of mutual respect regardless to ratio and level of power amongst them. I didn't know if the story was true or not but I hoped it was and I promised my self to find it if it existed. However, it was still a long time ahead of me to even try to do so.

By the age of eighteen I completed my education ad was "ready" for real life. I was supposed, as all other boys, to be, as they call it, "adopted" by a family and given a job. That meant, some woman or women would come and choose me and make me her servant, slave, pet, or whatever, as long as it was, officially, a job. The society was of slave-holding character, but unofficially, of course. The day came just few days after my eighteenth birthday. Few of us were called at the gym where we were to be chosen. There were seven women, all different age and looks. I knew, from the rumors, that it was better to be chosen by an older woman as they were, apparently, more fair to men. Unfortunately for me, the woman that I was given to was young, age of 33. "I think he'll do just fine," she said while examining me, "He looks strong and healthy, and that's just what I need." She, then turned to me and said, "What's your number, boy?" "170018A, Ma'am" I replied. "That's to long; I'll just call you 17. Ok, pack your things up and let's go." I went up to my room to pick up my things and I suddenly felt very cold and frightened; 'what's going to happen to me outside' I was thinking. I was used to live here, regardless to the nature of the place; I knew everything about it and nothing about what was coming and that scared me. I came back with my things in 15 minutes; I didn't have much, just one bag and one medium suitcase. "Right…lets go" the woman said and we took off. "Do you know how to drive?" she asked, "Yes Ma'am, they teach that too in the institution." "Ok, let me see how you do it; I'll tell you where to go." I sat behind the wheel and started the car; it was an older version of Chrysler 2075, and very expensive car, too. We drove thru the town for at least one and a half hours and then we hit the circle. After two hours of driving we turned to a small road, which led to the forest. Behind it was a width with a big house in the middle and then the forest again. "This is it," she said so I drove the car in front of the house and stopped. She got out and went for the door; I was a little slow from all these changes that suddenly occurred in my life. "Well, hurry up, bring those bags in and leave the car there." I came in with my bags; house was huge, it could have accommodated at least twenty people without getting crowded. I was used to a crowd so this seemed very vainly to me. "Come, I'll show you your room. We went up the stairs and she opened one door, "there it is…it should be enough for you." It was at least five times more then I was used to. It was more like complete apartment then just a room. "Now, I'll show you around a little and explain what is expected from you. After and hour of tour and explaining my duties she finally finished, "…and so, you'll have your funds as described by law, those are health and social insurance, also your salary will depend on time spent in here. Longer you stay it would mean that I am satisfied with you and your salary will get bigger. If I am really happy then some bonus might come. Tomorrow we'll go out as I must buy some decent clothes for you and…well, that's it more-less. Oh, just one more thing…" she led me to the back of the ground floor and stopped in front of one wooden door. "This is forbidden area. These doors are always locked and you may not go in without my permission, is that clear?" "Yes ma'am, I replied" "Ok, then…go to your room and have some rest, now. I will order some food from outside for today, but on other days, when I have time, I cook. I like to cook and that is the only thing you do not have to do. If you want, you can learn, maybe you'll need it in the future. I will always leave you one meal for dinner and for the lunch and breakfast, you will have it your self, right here in the kitchen. At six o'clock in the morning you start and you can finish any time after six p.m., not before. Now, if you have any questions…" "Yes, Ma'am, only one; do you, I mean, we live here alone?" "Yes, we are alone beside some of my friends that come occasionally." "Ok, thank you…I'll go now" so I left for my room. I unpacked my things and lay down on the bed; I felt kind of peaceful, 'maybe it won't be so bad in here' I thought. I fell asleep early and woke up 5:30. I don't remember I ever slept that good. I went into the kitchen and had some cereal and then I began to work. We all learned very well how to do these kinds of jobs, so I was done by eight. She came in at 8:10 and said, "Good morning" and I replied "good morning Ma'am". She looked around and just nodded her head as sign of approval, "Did you find your way around breakfast?" "Yes Ma'am, I did." "Good then, you can go out and check around the house, see if any job is required. I have to go to work and I'll be back around five. No one is expected so I will cook something for dinner." She turned around and left; she went up to change and after 30 minutes she was gone.

As the days passed by I was really finding my way around that place. My "employer" was ok; she was demanding and sometimes ordering but still fair and polite. On some days, when she was in a really good mood, she would even give me a few smiles and commend me for the works I have been doing. On the other, not so good days, she would just keep quiet and entertain her self with computer or something else. Anyway, I began to feel really good about being where; I even stopped to think about secret place that everyone was talking about in institution, the "Galika". It was exactly 15 days since I came here, when something happened aside of our usual days. It was Sunday morning when she told me, "today I am having someone over; they'll come around 6 p.m. and stay maybe until midnight. So, today you get your afternoon and evening off; you can stay here or go out, suit your self, but if you decide to stay in, I don't want you down here; stay in your room or somewhere else upstairs." I wasn't thinking about why she didn't want me in so I just said, "yes Ma'am, I think I'll go out for a walk and come back soon, thank you." I turned around to go away but she stopped me, "17!" "Yes Ma'am?" "I think that from now on, you can skip that Ma'am thing, no need to call me that, ok." And I replied without thinking, "Ok Ma'am…I mean, ok." And I went to my room. I grabbed something to eat and went out around five o'clock. Her property was fabulous and big; I walked around the width and thru the forest, just until dark. I never felt so free before in my whole life. I went back around 8:30 p.m.; I entered the hallway, took off my jacket and was just climbing the stairs when I heard something strange. I heard some unusual noise coming from rear part of the ground floor. I didn't know what was going on and I didn't want to pry as I remembered my employer's demand not to be around. I heard voices, too, but I couldn't say what those were and only one familiar sound was coming from there. It was sharp and high sound of cane hitting the soft human flesh, a sound I'll never forget. I ran to my room quickly and closed the door. 'No, I probably heard something else, I am sure I am mistaken' I persuaded my self and took my brown diary. Yes, I forgot to mention I had a diary; I have it since I was 10 and didn't miss one day, since.

Around midnight, some voice from below, woke me up, "So, you got a new one?" I heard some other woman talking, "Well, when do you bring him?" "Look, he is really young, I don't want to…" but she was interrupted, "Young? Even better, I like young." "I know that, but this one…I don't think it's a good idea, you know, he…" And the other woman interrupted my employer again, "Look Bern, you owe me and that's it; we have a deal, so don't go spoiling everything over some prick. I'll call you for the term. Bye now!" and the door closed. So, Bern was probably her nickname. I wondered what her name was, Bernarda maybe?

I caught myself watching at my employer, few times. She looked beautiful; she had long legs and her skin looked so soft. Her hair was reddish and curly; she had very straight face edges and big red lips. Her waist was very thin but her breasts were like two round balls, big and firm. I didn't know anything about women but I just knew she was a real piece. As she was so good to me, what I never expected before I came into real life, I started to feel for her. I was telling my self how stupid I am but I couldn't help it. I felt like I would do anything for her just for being so fair and normal.

One morning before work, she called me and said, "Come with me." For the first time I entered her bedroom. It had a scent of her, I felt like I could touch her just by smelling the air inside. "I think I can let you do this room from now on, too. I usually do it my self, but I thrust you and it really needs some attendance." "Ok, no problem…I'll fix it in an hour", but she said, "No need for that, just take your time. The rest of the house looks great so you can skip it for today. I have to go now, bye…" she turned and left the room. I began to clean the room; I felt so keen to check on her private things but I was afraid, too. She might find out that I was messing with her stuff and I didn't want to spoil our relationship. I just opened few of her drawers and in one I found her underwear. I froze in an instant; I began to feel excited, full of shivers inside me. I wanted to touch it, to smell it, but I didn't dare. I closed it and continued my job. On the other side of the room was one door, which I opened and found that it was a closet. It was full of different clothes and, what really amazed me, hundreds of shoes, all kinds and colors. 'Wow…this is a one day's job' I thought. I began to clean inside and in order to do a proper job I had to remove all those shoes. She had many pairs, completely new; I think some of them she wore maybe once or never. I took one of her white sandals with high heel and looked at it a little and suddenly I began to feel strange; my pulse went up and I felt blood rushing all over me. I felt some movement inside my pants and I saw my penis was getting bigger and thicker. I didn't know what was happening to me; I never experienced something like that before. I was 18 then and had no clue about getting turned on or having erections. I was completely lost so I moved a little away from the shelf. As I still felt the same I put my hand into my pants and wanted to move my penis a little as it was coming to a really uncomfortable position. I had my hand in my pants and suddenly I felt hot liquid coming out of it; I spurted all over my under pants. I dropped the shoe and ran to my room to change; 'what just happened…and why' I was almost freaking out. After a while I went back and completed my work in one hour more. I couldn't stop to think about what happened before; I examined a place carefully for any traces I might have left. Everything seemed tidy so I went away; I never even saw that I mixed her shoes up.

It was around 6 p.m. when she called me, "17! Come here a moment" I came to the door of her bedroom and stopped. "Yes?" "Come on in" she said, "What's all this?" I knew I messed up something and I was afraid. I knew she wouldn't punish me or something but I was afraid that I might have overlooked something and that she found it. "Look" she said pointing at that shelf, "You mixed all of my shoes." "A…yes, I see now" I bowed my head down, "I am really sorry." I began to feel the same way I felt that morning; I was freaking out, I didn't want that to happen again in front of her, "Yes, I will…I will now…" I lost my words. "What's wrong with you, are you sick?" she saw I was completely lost, "A…no, I just…I will pair them back…sorry." She knew something was wrong so she looked around and then back at me, "Something happened to you?" she asked, "No…I was just…" "Ok, tell me, what happened" she looked at me straight in the eyes and said, "And don't even think about lying, I'll knew and I hate liars." I didn't know how to lie, anyway. I never felt so embarrassed in my life like when I was telling her what happened, "…so I went to my room to change and that's why your shoes are all mixed; I was completely confused." At first she was shocked; she just stared at me as she couldn't believe what I just told her, and then, after a minute maybe she just broke into hilarious laughter, "Ha, Ha, Ha…so you just…Ha, Ha, Ha… I can't believe it, it's so…Ha, Ha, Ha…" she couldn't stop laughing which just made me even more ashamed. After a while she stopped, brought back her serious face and said, "In here? You did it in here?" "Yes" I replied, "Over my shoes? You just got excited and came over my shoes? That's really…" but she didn't finish. "Ok…just fix them up now and come down, I want to talk to you." She went out and left me inside; I began to pair her shoes up and those feelings from earlier came back. My penis was, again, getting big and hard and I had real problems concentrating on the job. I didn't even see her when she came back in, "Turn around!" she ordered and I almost jumped as she scared me. I turned to her and she looked at my pants, "Well, what a sight…look at you, all aroused over my shoes." She smiled to it and said, "You look really funny, you know" I didn't know if she just said it just like that or she wanted to humiliate me. "Ok, leave it and come with me." I followed her down to the living room; she took two glasses and filled them with some drink, "Sit down…here" she gave me one, "drink it, it'll calm you down." I didn't know what she gave me so I took a big sip of it; it almost choked me, my eyes wanted to pop out. "It's cognac, you don't drink it that way" she looked at me curiously and said, "You really don't know anything about things; you are complete virgin in all aspects." She just looked at me and asked, "And what about masturbation?" "What about…what?" I was completely ignorant, "You know, self indulging and all…" I still had no clue what she was talking about. She couldn't believe it, "You mean you never have…Oh, come on." "Which factor you are, ha?" she asked and I said quickly, "17" "Hmm…that's strange; you seem to feel things that you shouldn't be feeling with factor 17…I wonder…" she sat down on the couch opposite to me. She lifted her legs up on the table and said, "Tell me, what do you feel now, when you look at these shoes on me, ha?" I was almost trembling, some out of fear, some out of embarrassment, and some out of excitement. Seeing those beautiful legs and black shoes on her I instantly felt aroused; my penis began to move again so I just closed my legs like girls do. I was swallowing hard and didn't, or better yet couldn't speak. "Well, come on, tell me…don't be ashamed, I want to know" she was pushy; I had to say something so I tried to find a way out of my misery, "I could give you a foot rub; we learned that in school, too." "Oh really?" she sounded thrilled, "Well get on to it then." I took her foot into my hand and start to remove her shoe; my heart was beating like crazy and she saw that. Her foot was so well shaped and soft, toenails polished in black and she had little chain around her ankle. I started to rub her foot and I was instantly on the edge. I knew it would be matter of minutes for me to come again and so I did, after maybe 5 minutes. I tried to hide it but she knew what I did. "Oh, poor thing, go up and fix your self and then come back; I'll be here waiting for my rub." I wanted to die, to disappear of shame, so I ran up. As I was leaving, I heard her laughing again.

I came back after 15 minutes; it took me some time to calm down. I sat back on the chair and continued with her foot rub, "Feeling better now? You should, at least for a while. We have a really interesting situation here" I thought she'd just provoke me more, "We can both see that you have a thing going over feet and shoes, right?" "I suppose so" I replied quietly. "And it doesn't feel so bad, doesn't it? So, there is nothing to be ashamed of; and your foot rub is good, too, I must say." Those words calmed me down a little and she continued, "Maybe we can get some good out of it." I didn't know what she meant so I said, "What do you mean by that?" "Well…is there anything else that you would like to do to my feet except for the foot rub, hm?" "I don't know…like what?" she leaned forward to me and said quietly, "Like maybe…kiss them." I suddenly felt all those feelings again; just thinking about it raised my pulse again and my penis was, again, going bigger. Off course, she saw it and she said, "I am not going to tell you what to do, but if you want to, go ahead and be my guest." I bowed my head down slowly, still hesitating of what I wanted, but my lips finally touched her foot; I kissed it on the top few times. The scent of her skin was like and injection of adrenalin; I took out my tongue and licked her foot a little, "See, that's no big deal really…go on, knock your self out" I was licking it faster now and soon, I was sucking her toes. She lifted her foot a little end exposed her sole, "Lick my sole" she said gently, and so I did. From this angle I managed to see her face; she was now all aroused and excited, I knew as she had same problems like me; heavy breathing, swallowing, her breasts moved up and down slowly and I saw her licking her lips few times. She moved her foot away and said, "Come closer"; I stood up and moved in front of her. "Now, lie down on the floor and unbutton your pants." I was holding a little at first; I have never been exposed before in front of a woman, not this way. I did what she told me and laid on my back, "Close your eyes now" I closed my eyes and in a few seconds I felt her shoe on top of my penis; she rubbed my dick and my balls with it gently at first, then she pressed just a little harder and after only a few movements of her shoe I began to come. Once again I came in my underpants and this time it was much more intense and felt good. It felt good before, too, but that time I wasn't ashamed or scared anymore; I enjoyed it.

I opened my eyes and looked at her; she was smiling at me, "Nice, ha? Go now, fix your self; you'll have your meal waiting for you in one hour in the kitchen." I stood up and pulled up my pants, "Ok…" I wanted to say something more but I didn't know what so I just left. I went up to change and after a minute I heard her making strange sounds; I couldn't tell what was going on so I thought that, maybe, she was in some kind of trouble. I went down the stairs and, fortunately, I didn't run. I stopped just in time at the end of stairs and I saw her from behind of the wall corner; she was lying on the couch with her legs spread and she was all like in ecstasy, pushing something black between her legs. She was moaning and making silent but high sounds and after few moments I hear done loud "OHHH…" and saw her all twitching and trembling. It reminded me of what happened to me earlier, but she was doing it by her self. Then I put two and two together as I remembered the expression she asked me about, 'masturbation'. I went up silently; I didn't want her to think I was spying on her.

That night I barely slept; I couldn't close my eyes as I was thinking about what happened earlier. 'Was it sex?' I asked my self, 'It must of have been sex, or at least, some version of it.' I was doubtful because it was differently described to me earlier. 'Will it happen again?' I hoped so; it was great.

Next Monday she took a day off; she said that today she have to take me to the doctor for regular examination. I didn't know what she was talking about, but I still had to go. We spend almost two hours in one private clinic and, when we returned, she said that she needed to talk to me. "Well, you're healthy like a horse, that's for sure. I suspected that something was wrong with you but I never expected this" she gave me a piece of paper; there was lots of information on it but I didn't know what it was, "You're factor 40…40!" she accentuated on that, "How that happened, ha? Did you know?" there was no sense of lying so I just said, "Yes, I knew" I bowed my head down, "I am sorry, Ma'am" "Oh, stop with that Ma'am thing!" she was angry, "Why didn't you tell me, ha? I don't like liars, I told you that." "But I never lied…you never asked me anything" I was afraid now. I knew she was good, but still, she was much bigger then me, so she had both, strength and law behind her to do whatever she wanted. "Yeah, I guess you're right, but still…ok, how this happened? Does anyone else know this?" "It happened by mistake before I was born and only my mother knows, but I never saw her in my life." She thought it for a while and then she said, "Fine, lets keep it that way, ok. No one must know, we could have problems if this goes out, especially you, is that clear?" "Yes…of course, I knew that" I stood up and was just about to leave when I said, "I don't know if this means anything, but I was planning to tell you soon" I turned around and left.

I came to the kitchen at eight but there was no food left. She came in and said, "Come, tonight you eat with me." I followed her to the dinning room, "Sit here" she pointed to a chair, "This way we can talk and eat." We only ate for a little while and when we were finished she said, "Anyway, my name is Bernadette. My mother was French but she's dead now. What about your name?" "I am John," I said and she continued, "Ok John, that's better then 17, don't you think? I was thinking a little about you; I think that you, being factor 40, have plenty of advantages, as long as nobody finds out. It's better to have you in here then someone stupid like a rock. That way I can rely on you better." "Thank you M…" I wanted to say Ma'am but I stopped my self in time. "Give me your hand," she said; I stretched my hand to her and she took it, she pinched my flesh just above my wrist, "Do you feel that?" "Yes, of course" I was confused as I didn't know what she was doing, "I mean, did it hurt?" it didn't really, so I said, "No" she pinched it harder, "What about now? Does it hurt?" "No" I said again. She stood up and brought one waist belt; she took my hand again and hit my forearm with it, "How about this, does this hurt?" I was pretty confused but I discovered something new; nothing of that hurt. "No" I said, "It doesn't…but why do you ask?" she looked at me, "I wanted to see if that factor of yours really works. You felt any pain before…ever?" "Yes I did" and I told her about that canning I got in institution. "Yes, and now your factor are more developed so it removes all painful feelings from you." I never knew that before, so I said, "You mean, if I break my leg, none of that would hurt" "That's right" she replied, "It would probably only feel like a scratch." That sounded good; no pain at all, "However, the feelings may be a little problem for you; with that factor your feelings like love, hate and such might be much more intense then with the others, that's what you should mind for, your feelings." She just looked at me for a while and then came closer; she leaned and almost whispered with a smile on her face, "That's why you mess up your underpants so easily over my feet" she just continued smiling, "I am afraid that, if I would offer you something more then my feet, you wouldn't last for 3 seconds." She went over to her chair and sat, "Drink some more of that" she pointed to the bottle on the table; it was red wine. After 3 glasses I was drunk; I didn't know that feeling before, but it took me only 3 glasses, probably because of my factor, too. "Take your glass with you and come" she said and I followed her, "Sit there and I'll be right back." I sat down on the couch; she came back after 15 minutes, wearing just a black mini skirt and white shirt, she had those black sandals on again. She sat by me on the couch and said, "Take off your clothes!" I stood up and took off my shirt and my pants, "All of it" she ordered. I slowly removed my underwear and once I straightened up, she looked at my groin and said with her eyes wide open, "Oh, yes…factor 40, definitely." At that time I didn't know what she meant, later I figured she thought how well equipped I was. "Now, go down on the floor" she said and pointed to her feet. I kneeled in front of her, bowed down and began to lick her feet and her shoe; my dick went up instantly and was all pulsating. She gave me a towel and said, "Here, put this below your belly" I took it and did what she said. After a minute or two, she stretched her other leg and rubbed her foot on my dick from below; she barely touched it when I began to twitch and come all over that towel and she barely managed to remove her foot for not being all covered with my sperm. I wanted to stand up but she said, "No, no…just continue, I want to see how long you can do it." I came seven times in one hour, each time it took me a little longer as we repeated the process same way. By then I had her shoes off and I licked her feet and her legs up to her knees, completely, several times. I was exhausted and she was all tensed, horny like hell. "Come up now" she said and I straightened my self on my knees; she pulled up her skirt and for the first time in my life I saw female pussy. It was a magnificent new sight for my eyes; her pussy was so nicely shaped and completely shaved. I, instantly, wanted to take it into my mouth; it looked delicious. Her lips were all wet and swollen, her clit all purple and hard. Immediately, I forgot how tired I was and my dick went straight up in a second. She saw that and said, "Aha…still responding …nice." She took my head in her hand and pulled me closer, widening her legs at the same time, "Come, I have something new for you." My face was then just and inch away when she said, "Give it a small gentle lick, now." I pulled out my tongue and touched her clit with it; it was all sticky and wet and yet so tasty and arousing, "Come…some more, now" and I licked it few times real gently like I was afraid. She pulled my head harder and said, "Come on…lick it like an ice cream…that's it, up and down…oohhh" she was on the edge and I was really enjoying this, "Oh yes…harder, lick it harder…mmm, I love it, yeees…" she began to move her hips left and right and up and down, "Oh yes, I am coming…YESS, AHHHA,…OHHHH!!!" she came intensively; her body was all in spasms, she wrapped her legs around me and twitched like that for almost one minute. Once she came to her self she looked down and said, "And you? You didn't?" this time I didn't come; I wanted to but I was holding it because I was afraid I might spoil something for her if I did. "Stand up" she said; I stood up in front of her and she took that towel and wrapped it around my dick. "Just relax now" she said and began to jerk me off like that. She pulled my dick up and down maybe ten times and grabbed me by the balls; I suddenly tensed all my muscles and almost screamed, "OOHH!" and just emptied my load into the towel for the eighth time. I put my clothes on and sat beside her, "This was really…really" "I know, great" she said and she leaned closer and kissed me on the lips, "Like that?" I loved it! "Yes, yes I do…" I was still so excited. "You are my first employee that wants same things as I do and I think you and I will get along incredibly fine. There are some other things I want to teach you, too." I was getting excited just by listening what she was saying, "Like what, Ma'am?" she looked at me harshly, "Why do you persist on calling me Ma'am, ha? You like it or what? If you really like it I guess you may, then." "I don't know how else to call you." "Ok, you can call me Ma'am, if it's easier for you…where were we?" "You said that you will teach me some other things…" "Oh, yes…there are plenty of things I could teach you about having fun this way" she leaned closer and whispered, "I'll make you my little slave boy and you'll love every moment of it." I didn't like the sound of the word slave but if it meant just playing like this then I was thrilled about it. "Slave boy?" I wondered, "How is that?" "Well…you will do whatever I say and I'll see to it that you enjoy it, too; that way we'll both be happy." "You like having slaves, Ma'am?" I asked, "Only during sex; I would never have a real slave, that's disgusting, but in sex it turns me on. Don't concern your self; I promise you, you will like it."

The day after, when she came back from her work she looked completely different; she seemed much happier to be home then usually. She said hello and went to her room; I heard a shower and after a while she came down wearing her bathrobe only and some red shoes. Those were not made for wearing inside the house, but I supposed she liked it. "Are you done?" she asked, "Yes Ma'am, almost." "Ok, why don't you just go up and take a shower, put on some more comfortable clothes and then, come to my bedroom; I'll be up waiting for you." "Your bedroom" I never expected that she'd invite me there, "Yes, my bedroom…go now!" I went up as she said and, after 20 minutes, came to her bedroom; she was lying on the bed on her side. She stood up and said, "Come" and I followed. "I need a new polish on my toenails and I want you to do it; I want you to rub my feet first and then you can pick a color to polish my nails." She took a towel and looked at me, "We might need this" she said smiling. I sat on the end of the long chair where she stretched her self and took her shoes off; she untied her bathrobe and let it fall down across the chair. She was now only in her black silky panties and a bra of same material. I began to rub her foot but I could hardly concentrate; I was already on top of my excitement, my dick wanted to explode and I almost couldn't breath. "Oh boy, this must be difficult for you, ha? Don't you enjoy it?" "Oh yes Ma'am, very much…it's just…" I couldn't finish. She reached beneath the chair and pulled out a long black cane, "Now, I don't want you to come until I say so. If you do I'll be forced to use this on you." The sight of that cane scared me a little but I remembered the other night; I didn't feel any pain. My dick was all dripping with precum and she saw that I was just about to blow so she hit my hip with the cane, gently. It worked; I lost it as it surprised me. "What did I say? No spurting until I say so." "Yes Ma'am, it's just that…it is not so easy to hold it…" "Yes, I know that and that's exactly why I want to teach you to control your self." I rubbed her feet for a little longer and she had to stop me, few more times, with that cane. "Ok, now pick a polish; I want to see your favorite color, those are over there in the second drawer" she pointed to a shelf. I went there and after some time I picked a red one. "Oh, nice, my little slave wants hot red" she was smiling and enjoying this all of the time; I enjoyed it, too, but I really needed to cum as my balls began to almost hurt. "You know how to do that?" "Yes Ma'am" I said, "Good then, go on." I polished her toenails, one by one, very accurately. "Good job. Now, blow a little at them, that way they'll dry sooner." I bowed my head down and started to blow at her feet; I raised my eyes and saw that she had her hand inside her panties. She got excited by all this as much as I did; I heard her as she began to moan, "Mmm…yes, blow some more, oh, this is so nice" I blew at her feet for some 5 minutes and, meanwhile, she used that cane on my back just to remind me, 'SSTSAP' that cane touched my back several times. I still don't know why but I lifted my head a little and said, "You can do it harder if you like." At first she just looked at me while playing with her pussy and then she said, "Ohh…you want harder, ha? Mmm, let see…" she swung the cane thru the air and hit me across my arm pretty hard. I felt almost nothing but I knew she applied some force by the sound when it touched my skin, "You mean like this…or you want more?" I didn't say anything to that, "I think those are dry now; why don't you shine them up with your lips, go on." I took one of her toes in my mouth and began to suck it, "Oh yes…oh suck it, boy…" she was now fingering her self good. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold it much longer and after a few moment I just came, "Mmm…ohhh!" I discharged it on the towel. "Damn! What did I say before, ha? No coming until I say so!" "I am really sorry Ma'am, but I just couldn't…" but she continued, "Sorry is not good enough; you just spoiled everything for me." "Please…I am sorry, I'll do anything for you to fix it, just don't be mad at me." She looked at me for a while, "Anything, ha? Ok, let's see…what you could do for me to un-angry me. I think I know, get up now! Ok, go there and lay on the bed." I did as she said and she came after me, "You know what, I think I'll give you a massage now…but with my feet." She climbed the bed and stood above me; she took of her shoes and placed her foot on my chest. Her foot began to move like she was massaging my chest and she slowly moved it towards my groin. She placed it then, on top of my dick and rubbed it lightly and later she moved it back up. Her foot was now, close to my face and she lifted it up and placed it on my mouth, "Lick it!" I began to lick her sole and her heel and all around as she moved it and after a while she placed her toes on my mouth and said, "Open a little wider…that's it" her foot began to penetrate my mouth. "Yes…wider, take it all in, deeper." I had it almost half inside and I was sucking hard; I wanted to redeem my self for coming before time, I was really ready to do anything for her. After some time she took it out and easily climbed on my chest with both her feet, balancing on the bed rail as she didn't want to apply too much pressure on me; after all, she was much bigger then me. "Am I too heavy for you, ha? I can get off if you like." "No, its fine…just go ahead if you like it" I said it without my full breath, "Well good then…I like to have young boys under my boots…I mean feet" she said it accidentally but I knew she meant it so I said, "If you like…" "If I like what?" she didn't even notice what she said, "If you like, then put your boots on." At first she was confused but then she said, "Boots? Are you crazy?" "No…I said if you like to do that, it's ok, I can take it; I don't feel any pain, anyway." "She thought it for a while and I saw that even thinking about it was getting her excited, so I encouraged her some more, "I know you want to, so go ahead; put your boots on and walk all over me." She was so excited by my words she couldn't say anything, so she just stepped off and went to that shoe closet. She came back with some very high black boots with thick soles; she kept those somewhere else because I knew I haven't seen them in that closet while cleaning. She, then, climbed on the bed and stood above me, "Ok, if you want me to trample you, I'll do it…just don't be sorry later" and she quickly climbed on my chest, with her full weight. I think she was angry a little then, because I, accidentally, hit the spot. What did I knew? I was just an ignorant little boy who knew nothing about anything, but I found her weak spot. She probably did this before to other men, but nobody was asking her to do it. "Does it hurt, now? You want more? Ha, slave?" she moved only a little on my chest; I felt some light pain but I felt like I could take twice more load then she had. I didn't reply but just waved my head as a 'no'. She then began to move on my belly and down to my groin, "If you come out squashed after this, it's not my fault; you asked for it" she was getting more and more excited; I could see her breast moving up and down slowly of her hard breathing. "You want to squash me Ma'am?" I asked provocatively, "if you want…" but she interrupted me, "Shut up! Are you nuts? What is it with you today? Are you looking for trouble? If you are I'll give it to you!" she was in the element; I knew this was real her, deep down she was a woman that got her highest highs out of this. She walked over my body much quicker this time and stopped just in front of my face, "I could break your bones like this, you know…so better don't ask for it." I turned my head aside as I knew what she wanted and, just led by an instinct, she placed her boot on my temple.

"Enough of this" she suddenly said, stepped off of me and just lowered her self down; she placed her pussy right atop my face and grabbed the bed rail, "Lick me!" I took out my tongue and began to lick her cunt like crazy; she went nuts, "OOHH…OOH, yeees,…lick it, yes, that's it…fuck me with that tongue, yes!" she was completely out of control; she jumped all over my face, rubbing her pussy from my chin to my forehead, riding me like crazy. It took her longer then I thought, to come, and finally when she did, she came violently. Her body was one big spasm, her muscles all hard and tensed and she almost choked me with her pussy while coming right into my mouth. Whole bed was moving and trembling and I heard the bedrail squeaking as she was pulling it. When she calmed down she almost jumped of my face like steamed, "Christ, are you ok?" she looked at me very gently and I said, "Oh, yes…I am great, and you?" "Me…How I am…I am, I am…" she couldn't even finish the sentence, instead she just fell on the bed beside me. I pulled my self up and leaned on my elbow; I watched her for a few moments and then I whispered, "Are you ready?" "Ready for what?" she asked, "For more" I said. She just stared at me, not believing what I just said; I lowered my head on her chest and said, "May I?" but I never waited for her reply; I just removed her bra with my teeth and took her nipple in my mouth and began to suck. This really surprised her but I didn't stop; instead, I moved to the other nipple and down to her belly. I licked her belly button for a while and went further down; I spread her legs and pressed my lips on her clit. She was completely surprised, probably because she didn't expect this and she had someone in this position, maybe never. After some time she managed to ask, "What are you doing?" I stopped, lifted my head and said, "Making you happy, remember? Like any slave should." I came back up and whispered again, "I just want to lick you all the time…if you'd just let me." She smiled and said, "Hm…ok, go and do your job, slave…but we are missing something" she stood up and went out of the room. When she came back she had a collar in her hand, "Come, and put this on" she placed it and locked it around my neck. She then laid back on the bed and said, "Now, that's better…go on, continue where you stopped." She held that collar in her hand while I was doing my job; I licked her completely, not one inch I've missed. She let me do that for almost an hour when she said all shaking of excitement, "Come up! Now lay on the bed again." I lay down and she leaned over me and said, "How about a good old fashioned fuck, ha? I think that's in order now, but first…" she again stood up and went out just to come back with four leather laces. She began to tie me up to the bed meanwhile saying, "This way I get to fuck you all night and you won't be able to escape from me" she said it as a joke with a smile on her face. She mounted me and let my swollen cock slide into her pussy, "Ohh! It's so big…" she said and continued, "I'll just fuck your brains out!" she began to move her hips up and down, slowly at first, "Oh yes…you're so big…mmhhh" and then just faster and faster, moving up and down and making circles. She slowed down a little, "No, I want it to last" she said, "Oh, yeah…just easy and…oohhh" by then I was really tired of holding it; I wanted to cum so badly but I would spoil it then, so I held as longer as I could. She saw that something was wrong: I was enjoying it of course, but my face gave me up, "What is it…ha…aahh, want to cum?" "Yes…aa, I really need to, Ma'am" "Ok, then" she suddenly increased the pace and in a few seconds she was riding me like crazy, "Oh…yeah, come my slave, come…" she adjusted it perfectly; we both came at the same time; she was jumping all over me and I couldn't move. It was a little stupid feeling as my whole body went spasmodic but I couldn't move my limbs. She fell down beside me and said, "Damn this was good! I know what you think; you think that I am gonna untie you now, ha? Well, you're wrong; this is too good to stop now so I'll just wait a little and then we'll do it all over again." I glanced at her and said, "Yes Ma'am, whatever you want." "What…don't you want it, too? If you don't want then…" "No, I want to, I just like saying that. When I said that I would do anything for you, I really meant it, it wasn't just a statement." She looked at me for a while and said, "You are so humble; you're really enjoying this slave part, aren't you?" she caressed my face with her fingers, "I could abuse you in any way I want and you would still be happy. It's really weird, you know." I didn't know because this was the only thing I knew about sex, so I had no idea what was weird and what wasn't.

I don't know how long we had sex that night and how many times; I woke up next to her still tied up. It was 10 a.m. and when she untied me I stood on my feet and almost fell on the floor, "Oh, poor thing, I messed you up pretty good last night; I forgot that you are practically a virgin in all this" she said smiling, "lets go down and I'll fix us some food; that will get you back on the track." She was right; I was starving. After a breakfast she said, "You have a day off today and I just phoned to work and took a week" she smiled wickedly on that. Suddenly a phone rang, "Hello" she said, "Oh, it's you…" she moved away and I knew she didn't want me to hear the conversation. However, I still heard a few things she said, "No, I don't want to do it, period! I told you it's different, not like before." I was thinking; strange feelings went thru my veins just thinking about Bernadette. I was falling for her badly and I didn't know it; I knew something was happening to me, but I had no definitions for that. I was just plain happy to be here. She was till on the phone but only listening for a while; she suddenly raised her voice and said, "OK! Ok, I'll do it, but this is the last time, do you hear me…Last time!" she slammed the phone on the table and said, "Bitch!" She came back in looking very upset and thoughtful, "Something wrong, Ma'am?" I asked, "What…yes…I mean no! It's nothing, forget about it." "Can I help somehow?" I asked and she just watched me for a few moments with some kind of pitiful expression on her face, "Yes. As the matter of fact, you can, but…I'll just tell you later, ok." She went up to her room and I stayed to, at least, clean the kitchen.

Around 5 p.m. she called me down and said, "You better get dressed; we have to go somewhere." "Yes Ma'am" I replied and hurried up to change my clothes. We sat in the car and she took the wheel, "Look, this is a little strange but I need you to do something for me. Remember that woman that came few weeks ago? Well, I need you to spend one evening in her house" she looked at me to see my reaction, but there wasn't any; I was just waiting for her to continue. "This is the only time I'll ask you to do it; she might ask you to do some unusual things or she might do some, but just this time and I really need you to help me. You see, I owe her and she's asking me now to pay back my debt, and the only way I can do it is that you spend this evening with her; that's what she wants." She had a sad look on her face while she talked; I didn't have a clue what was I supposed to help with so I said, "Sure, I'll help you; I told you I'd do anything for you" she looked at me kind of sad and said, "You're so sweet" and then, really silently, she whispered, "I am really sorry", so silently I wasn't sure what she said.

We drove for about 45 minutes and she stopped in front of a house very similar to hers. "And who is this woman, Ma'am?" I asked still not even close to guess what we were doing here. "Just someone I know from work, no one important." We walked to the house and she rang the bell; a very tall blonde lady opened the door. She was very pretty and handsome; she had an apron around her waist and some jeans on her, simple white shirt and slippers. "Oh, hello…so here you are" I noticed that she was watching me very profoundly. "Hey" Bernadette said, "Well, come in, come in" the woman said and she seemed very happy to see us. She was at least 6' tall, so she bent a little and said, "So, you're the one that my friend over here is keeping aside from the rest of the world; I wonder…what's so special about you? Anyway my name is Lee, what's yours?" "John" I replied. Bernadette suddenly jumped in and said, "Ok, enough of this small talk…lets just do this." She pulled me aside and said silently, "Ok, I'll go now and after you're done here, she'll bring you home, ok" she caressed my cheek with her hand with that sad look on her face and turned to the door. "Oh, so you're not staying" Lee said; Bernadette looked her harshly and said, "Just bring him home when you finish" and she slammed the door behind her. Lee watched me for a moment and then she said, "Ok, come." I followed her to the rear part of the house; she opened one high wooden door and said, "Step inside" I walked slowly as it was completely dark. She turned the lights on and I saw a very strange room. The steps led down so it looked more like a basement and it was arranged with various strange devices. I saw steel bars coming from the floor with chains on them, some wooden desk with cuffs, strange chairs and bathtub, few steel closets and some things hanging from the ceiling. "Ok, now take of your clothes and I'll be back in a moment" she turned around and I said, "My…my clothes?" she looked at me in wonder and said, "Of course, what did you think? Wait a minute…she didn't tell you, did she?" "Tell me what Ma'am?" "Oh boy! Well, never mind…just take off your clothes and I'll be back soon" and she left. I was completely confused but I started to take my clothes off because, if Bernadette knew what was going on, she would have wanted me to, so I did it. She came back after a while and said, "Go face that wall and stay like that until I tell you…Go!" she was raising her voice; I turned to the wall and by the sounds I heard I knew she was undressing and putting on some other clothes. After a while I heard her footsteps, slowly coming towards me; those had a strange sound of metal. "Ok, you can turn around now." I looked at her; she was wearing some weird leather outfit, something like corset and she had long black gloves on her hands. She wore high black leather boots up to her knees, full of some metal clips and buttons. Two most strange things were some steel claws on her fingers and a leather mask on her head; only her hair was coming out from a hole on top. Once she reached me she put a collar around my neck and a heavy waist belt; I was really lost so I tried to say something, "Ma'am, why do you…" but she just swung her right hand and hit my face so hard that I fell on the floor, "I never said you can talk! Not a word until I ask you something, understood?" I just nodded my head. I was scared like hell; that blow didn't hurt at all, but still I was shaking from fear. "Now, lets play" her voice was really strange thru that mask, "Crawl over her, you shit!" I knew I better obey so I did; I came near her boots and she said, "Shine them up with your tongue, pig!" I pulled out my tongue and began to lick her boot; I was a little aroused but I couldn't figure out why Bernadette would want me to do this with other women; I felt sad and disappointed.

"Come on, you can do better, cant you?" she said and kicked me in the ribs with her other boot; I felt no pain, at least no physical pain. "COME ON!" she yelled, "I don't have all day!" I began to lick faster up and down her boot and at one moment, when I lifted my face a little, she twitched it and hit my mouth, "Oops! Did that hurt? Ts, ts…clumsy me." I wanted to continue but she said, "No! That's enough, stand up!" I stood up and she pulled my collar hard; she led me to the two bars erecting from the floor. "On your knees, now!" I kneeled in between the bars and she chained my hands to them, "Now, I want to know why are you so special to Bern" she went over to the closet and took a long leather whip from it; she came behind me and said, "So? Aren't you gonna tell me? Better do so, or I'll have to rip it out of you one way or another." I knew I couldn't tell her so I said, "I am sorry ma'am, but I really don't know." I heard a sharp sound cutting the air and then her whip just landed on my back, 'SSSMACK!' I twitched a little as it surprised me but it didn't hurt; I felt only itching. "You see, you better tell me", 'SSMACK!' she lashed another one across my back and then one more. She came in front of me, then, pulled my head up by my chin and said, "What's it gonna be, ha? Are you telling me or what?" at that moment I knew I should at least act as it was really inflicting pain on me, otherwise it might lasted for hours, "Ma'am please, don't hurt me anymore…I really don't know, please…" "Well, maybe you do, maybe you don't…but I would of whipped you anyway, you little piece of shit!" she went back behind me and continued to whip me more and more furiously with each lash, "You fuck! You little prick!" she was yelling and that whip just flied thru the air and collided with my flesh. I felt a little warmth in my back but I started to scream and beg anyway. "Aarrggh! No, please, don't…, AAAHH! please Ma'am, I'll do anything." My eyes were filled with tears, but not from the pain, no; I was thinking of my Lady, of Bernadette; I couldn't understand why and how could she do this to me. My whole world collapsed in just a few minutes as I thought that she was different then other woman on this planet; I thought we had something special that no one else had. That sick bitch must have lashed at least 60 lashes on my back; I was bleeding, I knew it and my back were all hot, but still, I felt no real pain. She stopped and came closer, "You really don't know, ha worm? Anyone would confess by now" I looked at her; she was all excited by this; she almost lost her breath. "Crying, are we?" she threw the whip on the floor and unlocked my hands. I fell on the floor but it was just acting; she swung her leg and 'SSBAMM!' she hit me right in my stomach. Now, that hurt a little; I barely managed to catch my breath when another blow collided with my face. "YOU FUCK!" and another one came to my face again; she completely lost it as she started to hit me all over without thinking what damage she might cause. "YOU PIECE OF SHIT! YOU'RE ALL THE SAME!" by then she was screaming, "I DON'T KNOW WHAT SHE SEES IN YOU; YOU SHOULD BE DEAD, YOU FUCK!" Now, that was something I wasn't thinking about before; this one was so screwed up she just might killed me. My lips were all swollen, my eyes almost completely closed and I had bruises all over me. I was pretty beat up and, although, I still felt only a little pain, I was loosing my consciousness. "Oh no; you won't" she saw that and quickly turned me around; she took some powder and put it under my nose and in an instant I was awake completely. She took of her mask and with little vision I had, I saw how she was all trembling out of hate, "After this, she will not have you anymore; I am gonna fuck you up so bad that she'll have no use of you." She stepped on my chest, fully with her weight and said, "Let's crack some bones!" I was scared like hell, but I just couldn't move. One boot was on top of my face and other one on my stomach, "Am I too heavy for you, you shit? Good. I want it that way. She lifted one leg in the air and just balanced on my head, "Maybe I should just crush your head like an apple, just to see how much brains you got" and, despite of all this, I couldn't stop thinking about Bernadette; I wasn't even listening to this woman, I just thought how Bernadette was more cruel then her by just bringing me here. 'How could she do it, how?' I couldn't think of any sane reason for it. My heart was aching so hard I thought it would just explode right out of my chest. I was hurting inside so badly that I wanted to die; nothing had sense anymore. Lee was walking all over me, pressing hard with her heels wherever she could; I didn't even notice when suddenly I looked up and saw her boot coming right to my face from the air; her heel landed on my cheek and ripped right thru my skin and her sole hit my forehead, forcefully. "That's it, I am sick and tired of you!" she said and placed her boot on my neck, "You know what happens now if I just press here…YOU DIE, YOU FUCK!" she yelled but stopped when I said, "You…you want to…to kill me…go on, just go ahead and kill me" I was barely speaking, "I don't care anymore…" That was it, it confused her so much that she just stepped off and said, "Get dressed, you're going home", she turned around and went to the stairs to exit the room. It took me at least 20 minutes to find my clothes and get dressed and another 10 to come out of there, half way on my hands and knees. When I finally came out, I couldn't hold my self up so I just fell on the floor; she came to me with a new outfit on her and said, "Come on." She helped me up and looked at me, "You'll live, and I did worst, too!"

She put me in the car and I lay on the back seat. I don't remember anything but her pushing me out of the car to the ground in front of Bernadette's house and driving away. I managed to look up and see Bernadette coming out of the house and running to me. That was the last thing before I lost my consciousness.

I woke up the next day around 6 p.m.; I was lying on the bed in my room. It took me a few moments to realize what happened and when I remembered, my eyes instantly filled with tears. I saw Bernadette standing by the window and after a few moments she turned to me; she saw I was awake and she said, "John!" she quickly came to the bed, "Oh John!" she caressed my face a bit with her hand, "That bitch…that sick bitch! John, say something" but I couldn't, I didn't know what to say. Instead, I just felt tears coming down my face in gushes; I was crying without any movement on my face, it was stone still. No sound I released, either; I wanted to stop those tears but I couldn't; my heart was again bumping like crazy, all I felt was disappointment and numbness. I didn't know whether to hate her, despise her, and feel sorry for her or to love her. I knew then I loved her, at least before this. "John…please, say something" her voice was low, "Please…" and all I could say, with my broken voice, was, "Why…why did you do that…?" she began to cry when she heard me, "I should have let her kill me…I should have…", turned my head aside, "No…please don't say that…I am so sorry John…I never should of take you there…" she continued to talk but I wasn't listening anymore; I fell asleep again after few minutes.

Next morning I woke up at 5 p.m.; I checked my self in the bathroom and realized that I was, still, all swollen and bruised. My left eye was almost closed and my lips all blue; I had bruises and black spot all over me and that scare on my cheek was now better but still tensing my skin. Then my mind drifted to Bernadette and I started to think how I should leave this place somehow. Just thinking about it filled my eyes with tears; she was right before, that factor of mine was messing up and enhancing all feelings inside me. 'And what if I hated her, for example' the thought crossed my mind, 'maybe that feeling would be so intense too, that I would just go over to her room and kill her.' I knew that could never happen; despite of what happened I still cared for her very much. It was time for me to find a way to go to that place, "Galika".

I went down, had some breakfast and started to do my daily jobs. Around 7:30, I heard her footsteps on the floor above. She probably went to my room and when she found out I wasn't in she came down. "John!" I heard her calling for me from the stairs; I came out from the kitchen and said, "Yes Ma'am…good morning" "John, how are you feeling?" she asked all looking worried, "I am fine Ma'am, thank you." "John, we need to talk," she said and I asked, "About what Ma'am?" "About what happened…you know" she said lowering her voice, "I don't know what's there to talk about; it's all over now, Ma'am." She waited a little, "Yes but…I want to explain why…it's not that simple, I never thought that…" she didn't know what to say or where to begin. "Ma'am, it's behind us now, there is really nothing to discuss. If you want me to listen, I'll listen but there's no need really" she saw how indifferent I looked and that probably hurt her; if she only knew how sick I was inside. I turned away and went to the kitchen to finish what I began. For one hour she was silent, she just sat in the living room looking at nothing, and then, she came to the kitchen and said, "John, come over here! I want to tell you and I want you to listen!" she was commanding again, "Yes Ma'am" I said and followed her. We sat at the living room and she began, "In normal circumstances I wouldn't need or feel the need to explain anything to you, but these are not ordinary circumstances. I have to…" but I simply interrupted her, "I thought we had something different; something I could only had dreams about" I was talking so sharply that it confused her so she didn't even think of interrupting, "None of these wounds hurt me, none" I fell down on my knees and tears just ran out of my eyes again; I placed my hand on my chest and continued; "But here…inside here, I feel so sick; I feel like my heart will simply collapse any second now and I can't stand it anymore…I can't, I just can't." I bowed my head down and we were both silent for a while and little later I said, "So you see, what can you possibly say to me that would make me ok" I looked at her and I saw tears coming down her cheek, too.

I pulled my self together and sat back on the chair, "I am sorry Ma'am; I shouldn't have acted like that." "No John, its ok, and you're right, too. I thought that maybe I could straighten things up, that maybe we could find a way to forget all this and to make things as they were before. I made a big mistake and never thought about feelings you have…or had before all this happened and now…I don't know how to deal with it. I should have found some other way to pay my debt to Lee and not give you up like that" she stopped a little, "…knowingly what she would do to you." She wiped off her tears and as she saw my look on her face she continued, "Oh yes…I knew what she'd do to you, I just wasn't aware that she'd hurt you so badly; she never did it before, not that I know of." I was now getting curious, "Ma'am, may I ask you something?" "Sure, ask whatever you want, John." "What was your debt to her…I mean what did she do for you?" she kept silent for a minute maybe, just looking at me and probably thinking whether to tell me or not, "Well, she did for me…same what I did for her" she saw how I widened my eyes and said, "Yes John, she brought me her 'employee' few times…that's what we used to do, exchange our employees." I was shocked; they just gave each other some flesh to beat up. "So…to that other man…what did you do to he…did you also…?" "Yes…not like that, no, but more-less the same." I was confused, I didn't know what to say anymore, "I know you must be shocked by this…you just found out that I wasn't who you thought I was; well, that's only partially true…with you it was different, I never…" and I interrupted her again, "Can I see it?" "See what?" "The room, Ma'am…can I see the room?" she had a face of disapproval, then but she said, "Ok…if you want to" and she stood up. I followed her to that forbidden area door and once we were in I saw almost completely the same room as Lee had. I went down and looked around a little bit and then I turned to her and said, "Why didn't you just do it your self Ma'am?" she didn't understand what I was talking about, "Do what? What are you talking about?" "Well…why didn't you just beat me up your self instead of taking me to that woman?" "John…I never wanted to do so; I never wanted any of this to happen, I never wanted you to see this room either." I came closer to her and took her hand; I squatted slowly on my knees and said with my eyes all wet again, "If…if you only asked…I'd do it for you…anything, I told you so Ma'am; if that was the way to make you happy I'd do it…you just had to ask…just to ask." I was shaking and trembling from my feeling; those tears just ran from my eyes like there was no end to it. She lowered her self on the floor next to me and said; "Oh John, I would never hurt you, never…not intentionally, no" I looked at her and said thru the tears, "I'll be fine Ma'am." That day just passed as it did, only a little slower, for me, then usually; my thoughts were still mixed up and one moment I couldn't think of anything else but her and the other, I thought about "Galika". And now, she insisted that we had dinners together; I suppose she wanted to show me how she cared about me and how I wasn't just an employee and a pet to her. "You feel any better? I mean inside, you know" she was all concerned, "Yes Ma'am I do; I am fine now" I was much better then, "You know, if you wanted to leave after what happened, I wouldn't blame you; I'd let you go without any strings to your contract here" I waited a little and then I said, "I thought about it few times", I was honest. "You did? I can understand that…where would you go, John?" "I was thinking about 'Galika'" I said and she just smiled, "Galika is pure fantasy and result of peoples daydreams and imagination" she wanted to convince me of its non-existence. "What I've heard sounds too real and detailed to be fiction…however, it still might be, tough." "Well…how about this; I shall inquire about it these following days, and if it's true, I am prepared to help you to get there. This will be a small attempt for me to redeem my self for what happened at Lee's place, and if we find it, you can decide if you'll stay with me or go away. I promise not to make any problems for you, How's that?" she really confused me with that; I didn't know what was it that she wanted to accomplish by finding that place and giving me a chance to leave. I asked her quietly, "Ma'am…I don't understand…do you want me to leave? If you don't want me anymore I'll just…" but she didn't let me finish, "No! No, John, no…that's not what I meant…I just wanted to be square things up with you and since you were thinking about it, anyway, I thought to give you a chance to see it for your self and choose, that's all. But no, I want you to stay…I need you to stay" she said quietly. She stood up and came near me, "And tomorrow, you'll help me to dismantle all those things in that room and we'll just put it on fire" she probably thought how I would be delighted with the idea but, after a while I said, "I don't think that's such a good idea Ma'am" now, I managed to confuse her, "No? What do you mean…I thought that…" and I jumped in, "Are you sure that you're done with those things Ma'am; I wouldn't want you to become nervous and edgy in two weeks because you felt the need for having someone inside and…" but I didn't finish my sentence. Suddenly she blushed; she was all red and ashamed or maybe I hit the right spot. Before she said anything I added, "Lets just leave it for a while and we'll see; we can always set in on fire" I smiled at her. After a few moments of thinking she said quietly, "Ok…if you want we can leave it like that for a few days more" and then I knew that, sooner or later, she'd want me inside.

Within next week or so we came back on the track; we were again having sex with all kinds of variations and even more, we began to talk dirty to each other. My factor was really developing into something powerful; I learned very quickly and what I knew I advanced and transformed, always to something new and unexpected for her. I was now allowed to go to that room, so few times I took some thing just to spice up our game a little. One day she came back from work and found a note on the table, ' I HAVE A SURPRISE FOR YOU MA'AM; I'LL BE IN MY ROOM, SO WHY DON'T YOU PUT ON SOME REALLY KINKY CLOTHES AND MEET ME THERE'

YOUR FAITHFUL SLAVETOY

She came after 20 minutes and found me on the floor kneeling with the collar around my neck and a big black strap-on dildo hanging from my face. As I wrote she put on some red outfit, corset and red boots and collected her hair in a horse tail, "Oh, so you've been bad again and messed with my toys, ha?" she walked slowly around me, "And you think that I'll just let you face-fuck me…just like that…well, you're right, I will…come here!" she pulled me up by the collar and threw me on the bed. She mounted my face and unbuttoned the only button she had on that corset, just below her pussy. "Let's ride!" and she just slid onto the dildo. "Oh yeah…mmm" she moved up and down slowly and grabbed my hair, "Oh…you like this don't you, you dirty little boy, mmm…this is so good" she began to pace up, "You just…aahhh…adore being face-fucked…hhaaa? Oh fuck…I love it…yeess!" after few minutes of real heavy ride she stopped and said, "Come behind me and fuck me with it; I want you to bring me to the top" she removed her self off of me and I came behind her. She then leaned forward and exposed her bottom to me, grabbed my collar and pulled my face closer to it. I placed the dildo on her pussy hole and slowly penetrated in, "OH!" she yelled like a virgin, "Oh yes…come on, fuck me, fuck me…" I showed it deep in and then pulled out; I repeated that few times and each time I showed it harder, "OOHHH! YES…Harder, yees…AAHHH!" and just after few times more she came keeping my face stuck to her bottom and dildo deep inside. Then, she fell on her stomach and I removed the strap off my face; I bowed down and gave a few kisses and a few licks to her bottom. "That was something else," she said. She turned around, looked at me and said, "You know, I should go and find that one whoever gave you that factor 40. She deserves a medal for it; you are becoming a real crazed and perverse sex machine. I never know what will come next and that's the beauty of it." She pulled me up and laid me down, "I should do something for you now, don't you think?" she began to slide down across my torso with her tongue and down to my groin; she took my balls in one hand and my cock in the other. She just jerked it for a while and I was already there, ready to come, "Oh no…not yet, that's not what I had in mind." She suddenly opened her mouth and swallowed my dick completely; she began to suck it and lick it all over, then my balls too. I thought I'd loose my mind over it; it was so arousing I couldn't speak, I was just able to produce some strange sounds, "A…a…mmggh…OHH!" and then I just screamed, "OH SHIIIIIT!" and discharged all of it right into her mouth. She almost choked on it, "Agh…Agh…Jesus, you want to kill me?" but she swallowed every single drop. "Liked that, ha? This was first the first time I ever did this to a man," she sounded all proud and I just said, "Thank you Ma'am." "Oh come on! You don't have to thank me and will you already quit that 'Ma'am' thing; why don't you just call me…" she stopped for a while and continued shyly, "why don't you just call me sweetheart or baby or darling or, or…I don't know. We are definitely more then just employer and an employee, right?" she looked at me eagerly, "Ok…" I looked at her and said, "My love." A huge smile came up on her face; she leaned forward and kissed me on my lips. We stayed like that for an hour just kissing. When we stopped she said, "John…I think I love you, too…I really do." My heart wanted to jump out of my throat of excitement and my eyes just filled with tears; she smiled, pulled her tongue out and just licked my face few times to wipe the tears off, "But still, I hope that you will be the same, John; I just love you more when you are so good little slave-toy, ha?" I looked at her and said, "I wouldn't want it any other way…Ma'am. And if you ever decide that you want me in that room…" she opened her eyes wide from surprise, "I'll just have to call you Mistress, then, won't I?" she was looking at me like she couldn't believe what I just said; after a while she asked, "Do you…do you want me to have you in there?" "Yes" I replied after a few moments, "Yes I do…as long as it's still sex." We both kept silent for a while and then I asked her, "If we do go down, what are you going to do with me" I stopped a little then I added, "Darling?" "I don't know; I never really thought about taking you down" she leaned to me and whispered, "You know those things down there, those are all made for torment and not really for sex…maybe we shouldn't…" "So, you like to torture men, ha? I suppose that's the reason for having such a place in your house." She really looked ashamed of her self and after a little thinking she said, "I used to, but not anymore; it was just a thing to go over the limits. We all like to cross that line sometimes, forbidden is the sweetest, isn't it?" "I wouldn't know, actually…I never did anything forbidden in my life." "Come, let's go down and have some dinner and then…" she lowered her voice and added some wicked accent, "if you still want me to take you down to the room, well…" she kissed me and stood up. I wanted to put on my clothes but she said, "No! You won't need those, just stay as you are" and we went down to the kitchen. She made us a meal and once we finished I said, "Ok…its time, let's go." She just stood up without a word and went towards the room; I just followed her. Before we entered she stopped and said, "Listen John; once we are inside and we start to play, please, just be good and obedient, don't go provoking me or…I don't know, just don't make me mad in any way, ok. I wouldn't want to loose control over it and do something bad to you." "Ok, I understand" I confirmed. We went in and once we were there she seemed lost or like she couldn't remember what to do; I decided to help her so I opened the closet and pointed at the things inside. She came to it and took one cane out, "Ok, sit there while I put my outfit on." I watched her changing her clothes and I felt afraid and excited at the same time watching her put on high leather boots with sharply spiked heels and some latex uniform. She also placed a leather hat on her head, pulled some long gloves over her hands and some steel bracelets on her wrists. "Come now, John" she stood in the middle looking so very powerful and determined. I came closer to her and kneeled; she locked one collar around my neck and said, "Good! Now…we have to invent some reason for bringing you in here; this is a punishment room and I don't know what for should I punish you, you have been so good, lately." "Well…I don't think you liked my surprise today…and the fact that I was messing around your things…" I offered her a reason, "No, I liked it…I really…" she stopped a moment and said, "Oh, I see…yeah, you're right, that was a shity surprise…and the fact that you pry thru my things, well…it deserves a punishment. And also, I haven't heard that proper name you should use when we are in here, as you said it your self…what was it?" "Mistress" I said humbly, "That's right, Mistress. Now stick your tongue out and lick my boots!" she commanded. If she only knew what I was up to, she'd quit the game at once. I knew that so I took it slowly, "NO!" I said proudly, "I am not licking your boots!" For a while, she just stared at me trying to figure out what it was that I was doing.

"No, ha? Ok…" she pulled me up by the collar and pushed to the wall, with my face to it. She was very quick, she had me shackled to the wall in 10 seconds, "Now…will you lick my boots or not?" "No" I was determined in my intention, "Well then…" she slid her cane across my back, "I'll just make you squeak like a little pig as you are…SSMACK!" she hit me ones on my ass, SSMACK! And another one came to my back. "Why don't you squeak, piggy, ha?" "You know it doesn't hurt me," I said and she yelled, "MISTRESS! IT DOESN'T HURT ME MISTRESS!" She moved away a little and began to cane me hard and fast, TSSACK! TSSACK!, SSMACK!, her blows just came one after another, "Come on! SQUEAK, you little disobedient shit, squeak!" I didn't feel any pain, only some blood and warmth rushing into my back and ass; she stopped for a moment, grabbed my ass to se if it was hot already and just continued. She began to loose her breath from all the hard work and, by then, I already counted 65 hits, but I never made one sound. She stopped as she got tired of it, "Well…I see that this is not working, so…" she removed the shackles and said, "On the floor, NOW!" I kneeled and she said, "Wait here!" She went to the closet and took out some other weird shoes; she put them on and came back. "You didn't want to lick my boots, now you'll taste those" she pointed at her shoes. "No, I won't" I said and she just smiled, 'Oh, but you will." She lifted one leg and placed her foot right in front of my face; she wanted me to see her footwear first. I looked at them and I saw that those had heels spiked just like needles. Now, that looked really scary; I didn't know what she would do with them but I guessed. She placed her foot behind my neck and pressed me to the floor. Easily, she stepped on my back but only with her soles, "Now, you should better say 'I'll lick whatever you want Mistress' because you do not want these heels on your back." I kept silent so she said, "I cannot hear you" "that's because I didn't say anything" I said calmly. I felt her heel touching easily my skin and slowly ripping it.

I felt no pain but I was afraid she might do some internal damage. "Oh, come on…you don't really want this, do you?" "No, I don't…but still, I am not licking anything unless you ask me politely." That got her really mad, "What? Ask you politely…oh no…you mixed up things; it's not the way it goes. You see, after I finish, you will ask me, politely, to let you lick whatever I want" and she just stood on her heels. I felt those going right thru my flesh; she had them at least 1" inside my back and I felt warm blood dripping slowly from the wounds. I thought she'd stop, but instead, she lifted her leg and began to walk all over my back and ass. With each step she, at least, ripped a little of my skin. Somehow, I managed to turn my head up a little and take a look at her; it wasn't Bernadette anymore, it was someone else. Her eyes were cold and empty, she never even noticed that I was looking at her; she was just doing the job on her victim. It lasted perhaps 10 minutes and I knew I was pretty bruised; I even began to feel some pain. She must have noticed how she bruised me so she stepped away; she was so excited she barely spoke, "You…you little shit…why, ha? Why did you make me do this? Was it so hard to give my boots a few licks, WAS IT?" she yelled at the end. "I am fine, thank you" I went further with my provocations. She couldn't believe it; she probably forgot how I didn't feel any great pain; she just swung her leg and hit me in my chest. I fell on my back and she walked straight to me and over my torso, making one more bruise with each step she made. She stopped at the top of my chest, lifted her right leg and placed it easily on my face, "You're really stupid, you know; I could easily kill you without even noticing." At that moment I was afraid that she just might damage my eye or something so I said, "Ok, ok…Mistress, I'll lick anything that you want, you're right I wasn't good and I deserved it." She stepped off and said, "Oh no…not so fast" she pulled me up on my knees, swung her hand and slapped me on my face so hard I fell again. "UP!" she said and pulled my collar; once I was on my knees, she slapped me again but with her other hand, SBAAM! And I fell on the other side. I managed to turn on my back and she just ran her foot right to my balls, and that I felt…it really hurt. "Oh, poor baby…it began to hurt, ha? You never expected that, you thought that I cannot harm you, ts, ts…" she looked at me all doubled up on the floor and said, "Things we do for love…" she walked slowly around me and talked, "We have something great going on, you and I, don't we? Remember when I told you how I will make you my little slave toy and how you will enjoy every minute of it, hm? Well, I never lied…I am still working on it." She stopped, placed her shoe on my temple and said, "But you had to ruin it all, you just had to; you thought that you can play your own games with me. Well…it doesn't work that way, it works only one way and it is my way. And if I cannot make it my way, I'll just have to dispose of you, you understand." I couldn't say if it was Bernadette talking or this other person she turned into; however, I didn't have much of a choice but to play by her rules. "Tell me, do you still love me…do you still love your Mistress?" "Yes, I love you…I love you very much." "Even after what I just did to you, even now?" "Yes…I do" She leaned to me and said gently, " I really want to go back up with you and make things as they were before" she reached her hand to me and touched my cheek, "but that will happen only if I am sure that you have apprehended the rules." She stood up, pulled me up, too and led me to the bed. "Now, lay down and I'll be right back." She went out and came back after ten minutes or so; she brought some medical kit, came to the bed and started to fix my bruises, "I don't want these to get infected." She changed her clothes and wore some usual clothes for the house. After my wounds were taken cared of, she took a chain that hung from the wall, came to me with it and shackled my both hands into a big steel cuffs which were attached to it. "It's long enough to allow you to move across the room; you'll be staying here for a while, this shall be your room until I decide you're ready to come up. I'll come from time to time to see that you're not missing anything…bye now" she just turned around and went out.

I was left alone with my thoughts; I was barely able to think straight as confused I was. 'What did I do?' I asked my self; I was looking for trouble and it came; she completely turned around from my sweet lady Bernadette to someone I didn't know, 'how could I have been so stupid, I practically forced her to bring me in here and I did my best to bring out the worst from her'. She was right; I have ruined it all.

She came down few hours later and said, "Go over to the bed and lay down." I obeyed and lay on my back; she removed the shackles, climbed the bed and mounted my face, "Lick!" she seemed so cold. I began to lick her pussy and she rubbed it on my mouth faster and faster. I couldn't hear her moan and breathe heavy like she used to during sex; she simply let out an 'OHH!' when she came, stepped off the bed and cuffed me again. "Are you ok?" she asked and I just nodded my head, "Good then" she turned and went out. It all happened so quickly that I just went speechless; she simply came, used my mouth and went. Again, I began to feel those feelings I had when I got back from Lee's house; my heart was broken, once more. I cried most of the night without making any sounds and at the morning I was thirsty like hell. I felt a little hunger, too.

In the morning, she came around 10; she wore again the outfit from the last night excluding the boots. I saw her carrying a food plate; there was one plate with two large donuts and two big glasses of water. She looked at me and asked, "Oh…were you crying?" my eyes were swollen; I just nodded my head again and she said, "But why? You shouldn't cry; men are not supposed to do so." She sat on the chair across the bed and took one donut; she, slowly, took it to her mouth and began to eat. After a small sip of water she said, "Oh, I forgot to tell you…you are on diet" she smiled and said, "I just want you to see what are you missing" she made a move with her hand purporting, not just to the food, but to her self, too.

After she was finished I asked, "Please…Mistress…could I just have some water" I bowed my head and repeated silently, "Please…" She watched me for a while, "Well, I guess one glass of water is not going to spoil you", she stood up, made a few steps and acted like she tripped on something. That glass just fell on the floor and went to hundred pieces; I knew she did it on purpose, "Oops…ts, ts…clumsy me. Hm, what now…I don't feel like going up and coming back again. You'll just have to wait until the afternoon, unless…" "Unless what, Mistress" I was really thirsty, "Unless you care for something else?" I had no clue what she was talking about so she said, "Come, crawl over here and I'll show you" she moved aside to avoid me crawling over glass and I came, "Just stay like that!" she removed her panties and lifted her leg; she placed her leg on my shoulder and exposed her cunt to me, "It's all I've got…take it or leave it." I still had no clue what was going on but I thought she wanted me to lick her pussy so I moved my head closer and when I was just about to touch it, a warm yellow spirt came out and hit my face, "you better catch as much as you can, because I don't have plenty." I was so shocked I couldn't move and warm, salty liquid just ran thru my throat. It took her one whole minute to discharge all and when she finished she said, "You liked it? Still thirsty?" "No, Mistress…I didn't really liked it" but I wasn't thirsty anymore, "Oh…wrong answer slave, wrong answer. I thought you'd learn faster…well, I have time" and she just left. She kept me there for 5 days; I knew she wanted me to beg her to let me out, but I simply didn't want to give her that pleasure. "You really like it in here, don't you; you could have been out by now, if you only have figured the right words…though one, aren't you? Well…I have one more thing to try with you and if that doesn't work, I really don't know what else I can think of. Anyway, you just rest now; I'll be back this evening." I was pretty exhausted; she gave me just crumbs and drops those few days and, also, I was so down that I barely slept.

I lost track of time and I had no clue what time it was when she opened the door, that evening. Before I managed to look up, she just turned the lights off; I heard her coming down the stairs. Her footsteps produced really heavy metallic sound. I was afraid that she might use some really weird new shoes, just like she did the other day. It was completely dark and I was unable to see anything; she just circled around me for a while and then she said, but silently, "Hi!" there was something really strange in her voice, at first I couldn't say what. Suddenly, the lights went on and I looked up; I almost freaked out when I saw Lee standing above me instead of Bernadette. "No!" I yelled and quickly moved to the wall; I looked up at the top of the stairs and saw Bernadette standing there and just watching. "You're mine tonight" Lee said, "Completely and totally mine!" I looked at Bernadette and said, "Mistress…please, I know those words now…please" but she just stood there, "I am begging you…please…just send her away and I will be whatever you want…please." She came down slowly and said, "Oh…are you afraid now? So, now, you would do anything ha? Anything at all?" "Yes" I quickly crawled to her feet like I was seeking protection, "Anything…I promise, and I'll never say no to you again, never! Just don't let her…"

They had it all figured out before because, once Lee heard my words, she just turned around and left.

Bernadette placed her hand on my head and said, "Shhh…everything will be fine, don't worry" she unshackled my hands and helped me up. We went up and she locked the door behind us; once we were out, she looked at me, hugged me and said, "Welcome back John…darling."

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