CHAPTER ONE

It hadn't occured to me that such software existed. I had a desk in a quiet corner of the office and no one else could see my screen. It was a Friday afternoon, everything was quiet and I had decided to entertain myself by looking at online porn. This wasn't the first time, though. I had surfed all kinds of stuff while at work. Maybe I'd got too cocky. I'd been with the company a couple of years and I was good at my job. I knew that I could achieve my targets with half the effort that everyone else needed to put in. So occasionally when I was sure I could get away with it I looked at porn. Not just normal porn though, oh no. I had my own kind of kink and I'd been looking at a site where mistresses offering sado-masochism, bondage and the like advertised their services.

I didn't even realise I had a problem when the phone rang and the boss asked me to come to her office. I assumed she just wanted to talk about sales figures or something. I went into her outer office and told Anna, her secretary, that Mrs Castle wanted to see me. Anna is a plumpish woman, about 45 years old, with shoulder length dark hair and glasses. She seemed to be smirking as she gestured towards the door, but I didn't think anything of it; after all, what could possibly be wrong?

I sensed that something might be when I got into Mrs Castle's office. She was sat behind her desk and there was no mistaking the look on her face; she was obviously not pleased with me. Mrs Castle is in her early 50s, tall and blonde, with a hard face borne of years building and running a company in a very competitive market. She doesn't suffer fools gladly and has no problem bawling out staff when they displease her.

"Mistress Chloe of Birmingham," she said slowly.

That wasn't what I'd been expecting her to say. It was the name of one of the mistresses I'd just been looking at online. I felt my face burning red and tried to work out how she knew. "I'm s-s-sorry?" I stuttered, making what even I knew was a futile and pathetic attempt to look like I had no idea what she was talking about.

"Mistress Chloe of Birmingham," she said again, but this time with more menace. "Do not even try to pretend that you don't know who she is. You see, I can see everything that's happening on your computer from mine, as I can with all my staff. But whereas everybody else seems to be working hard, you appear to be planning on giving what I pay you to someone so that she'll tie you up and whip you. Is that about right?"

There was no answer I could make so I didn't try. But she wasn't going to let me get away with that. "Is that right?" she shouted at me and the sudden burst of unrestrained anger made me lose the last vestiges of courage that remained.

"Yes, Mrs Castle," I said and felt tears of humiliation come to my eyes. "I'm sorry."

"You will be. So what should I do wth you? Obviously I should just sack you."

This was not good. I had a lifestyle I was used to and I needed money for my rent. No job, no rent, nowhere to live. Panic set in.

"No, please, Mrs Castle," I blurted out, "I'm really sorry, I'll never do it again, please give me another chance." I was almost on my knees begging with her.

She carried on as though I hadn't said a word. "But that might be cutting off my nose to spite my face, because despite everything, when you can be bothered to work you're actually quite good. So I'm going to give you a choice."

I couldn't believe it; was I going to maybe get out of this? Ah, if only I knew then what I knew now, but at  the time what she offered me seemed a no-brainer.

"Either I sack you now or you become my slave." She paused and the whole world seemed to fall silent as I tried to take in what she was saying. "I see that Mistress Chloe of Birmingham charges £120 an hour for her services, but I'm sure you'll agree that I'm worth more than her. So, you'll continue to do your job, I'll deduct £200 a month from your wages and in return you will become my slave. Not 24 hours a day, seven days a week, I don't want you around all the time. Just when I want a toy to play with. Now I think it's only fair to point out that unlike Mistress Chloe of Birmingham, I'm not going to let you pick and choose what takes place and I'm going to care even less about whether I'm hurting you too much or not. There will be no safe words and no limits. Do you understand?"

I couldn't think straight. I couldn't afford to be £200 a month down, but it had to be better that no job at all, didn't it? And Mrs Castle actually was just the kind of woman I liked to dominate me. I had fantasised more than once about her dressed in leather with a cane in her hand giving my naked bum a thrashing. But what did she mean by no limits? How far would she go? What would I be letting myself in for if I were to say yes? On the one hand I felt scared of what might happen, but at the same time I could feel my cock getting hard as I thought about the possibilities, something she noticed immediately.

"I can see which way you're going with this, but don't go thinking this is a sexual thing. You will be there entirely for my benefit. It may be that if you're really good I might let you feel the odd bit of pleasure amidst the pain and humiliation, but don't count on it. So what are you going to do? Oh, and if you choose the sack, don't ever ask me for a reference, because anything I tell a potential employer is unlikely to help you get work."

As I saw it I had no choice. I wish now there had been one, but at the time not only did it mean that I'd still have a job, but that I might have fun in the bargain. I steeled myself and looked her in the eye.

"Okay. I'll do it."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now, go back to your desk and do some work. Come back to this office at the end of the day and we'll get started."

"Oh," I said, suddenly remembering that I'd promised to go and see my mum after work. "I can't tonight, I have…"

"Did you just say no to me? Because you can leave right now if that's the case."

Whoops, bad start. I could tell mum something. "Sorry, Mrs Castle. I'll be here at half five."

"Good. Now go."

***

The rest of the afternoon passed very slowly. I rang my mum and told her I'd have to come over and clear her blocked drain over the weekend. At 5.20 Paul Rogers looked at me with amazement as he got his coat on and prepared to leave for the night.

"I can't remember the last time you were the last to leave," he grinned. "After a pay rise?"

"Just a few things I need to tie up tonight. Some promising leads. See you tomorrow." The lie felt believable. Rogers disappeared out the door and I was alone in the office. Leave it five minutes. My heart was thumping in my chest as I prepared to face what was coming. I told myself over and over what was about to happen as if it would make it more real. "Mrs Castle is about to…to do things to you." I realised I hadn't a clue what was coming, but I thought it was going to be good.

When the clock struck 5.30 I stood up and headed down the corridor to Mrs Castle's office. Anna, as usual, was at her post. Did she know what was going on?

"I'm here to see Mrs Castle," I told her.

She grinned. "I know. Go in." She knew.

I opened the door. Just like earlier, Mrs Castle was sat behind her desk and there was an air of menace in the room. I waited for something to happen. Anna came up behind me and encouraged me into the room.

"Go right up to Mrs Castle's desk and lean forward across it," she ordered. This was a surprise. It appeared that Mrs Castle's secretary was going to be involved in whatever was to transpire. Fair enough, I thought. As instructed, I approached the desk and bent across it. Anna got on her knees behind me and attached cuffs around each ankle. She pulled my legs about three feet apart and secured them to small hooks fixed into the floor. (Had they always been there? I didn't remember them.) Once that had been achieved, she grabbed my arms and, using pairs of handcuffs that had been left on top of the desk, tied them to the top of the desk legs. I was now totally helpless. There was still one item left on the desk, a leather strap with a bright red ball attached. Anna placed the ball in my mouth and pulled the strap tight around my head. Now not only could I not move, I couldn't speak either.

All this time Mrs Castle sat at her desk, unsmiling, unmoving. When I was in position, she slowly stood up. She was wearing her usual kind of work outfit, in this case a smart suit comprising a grey jacket and skirt, a white blouse and a pair of knee high leather boots.

"You are now my slave. I am not interested in your opinions, your welfare, your life outside here, in fact anything about you at all. You are here because a situation has arisen which I am able to exploit. If you ever try to get out of my control, you will not only have no job and no money, but, after tonight, a film will exist which you would not want to reach your family and friends. Basically, I can and will ruin your life."

Film? I twisted my head and saw a video recorder trained on me. I was being filmed. What were they going to do?

"This situation has come about because you stole from me. You took the wages I was paying you while you looked at dirty websites and fantasised about being dominated by women. For that you are going to be punished." She looked across at her secretary and nodded slightly.

Anna came up behind me, reached around my front and undid my trousers, which she then pulled, along with my boxer shorts, down around my ankles. Again, humiliation and shame overtook me and I could feel a deep blush over my face. Anna retreated to a corner of the room and sat in a leather armchair.

Mrs Castle went to a cupboard, opened the door and took out a thin wooden cane, which she flexed a couple of times so I could see how springy it was. She moved slowly to a position just behind and to one side of where I was bound. Up to this point, everything had been stretched out as if it were a game, but then things got serious. Without another word she raised her right arm and brough the cane swishing down until it connected with my buttocks. The pain was intense and I tried to cry out but, thanks to the gag, all I could manage was a strangled whimper. I had barely got used to what was happening when the act was repeated, a further five times in all, and each blow seemed to hurt more than the last until I felt I couldn't take any more. Despite this my cock continued to stay hard.

She leaned down so that our faces were centimetres apart. "Is this what you wanted Mistress Chloe of Birmingham to do to you?" she asked. "Or is this what you've always wanted me to do to you?" I couldn't answer, but really I don't think she expected one as she continued talking.

"Now, as I've said, you are to be my slave. This will entail several things. Partly that will mean carrying out certain duties which will need to be performed to a certain standard; if you fail to reach that standard you will be punished. It will also mean humiliating and hurting you for my own entertainment. I like to see cocky young boys reduced to pathetic wimps. I will save the worst pain for any occasion when you refuse to do as you are told; and believe me there will be things you will have to do which you really won't want to.

"Some of these things it may take time for you to get used to doing properly, so there will be elements of training. We're going to start with one of these now."

She moved round to the front of the desk and opened a drawer. From it she removed a butt plug and a tube of lube. My eyes widened with fear at was what about to happen; she saw this and laughed at me.

"You think this looks too big to fit in? You won't believe what will be going up you by the time I'm finished with you."

She squeezed some lube onto the plug, moved back behind me and without any warning pushed it straight up my hole. As the widest part made its way in there was a brief burst of intense pain, but once it was all the way in all it felt was a bit uncomfortable.

"It'll settle down so you'll barely notice it's there," Mrs Castle told me, "but what it will do is start stretching you so that you'll be able to take bigger objects." She placed her hand on the end of the butt plug and wiggled it gently, causing me a not unpleasant combination of pain and pleasure. All the time she was watching my face, reading my expression and divining what I was getting out of it. Obviously she decided I was getting too much of the pleasure part because she then gave the plug a strong and violet push and this time it was the pain that won. Once more I tried to cry out, but the gag was still stopping me from uttering a sound.

Mrs Castle went back behind her desk and sat in the leather swivel chair. She poured herself a glass of water from the iced jug that was on the table just a few inches from my head, took a long swig and sat back. Unable to move or speak, all I could do was wait and see what she had next in store for me. I didn't have long to wait.

She maid a sign to Anna, who all this time had been quietly sat in the corner enjoying the spectacle. Anna got up and came over to me. Something about her appearance as she approached wasn't quite right, but for the moment I couldn't put my finger on it. I didn't have time to think about it, however, as the next round of the drama was about to be enacted. Anna released the handcuffs from the desk legs and gently pulled me back so that eventually I was flat on my back on the floor. She pulled my shirt off so that I was now naked apart from the trousers and boxer shorts around my ankles. She then fastened the cuffs to the legs of a sideboard so that I was once again totally immobile. When she was satisfied with her work she returned to her station in the corner of the room. I felt even more vulnerable than when I had been straddled over the desk, for now my cock, hard and erect, was fully exposed.

Mrs Castle opened her desk drawer again, but this time I couldn't immediately see what she got out. She placed something on the desk and came and stood over me. She placed her right boot on my middle and pushed so that the plug was forced further up my anus. I gasped with the fresh pain. She watched my discomfort with analloyed satisfaction.

"As I'm sure you are aware, there are many parts of the body that can cause us pleasure. These parts are also very good for causing pain." She showed me what was in her hand - a pair of wooden clothes pegs. She bent over and started to play with my left nipple. When she was satisfied that it was erect, she placed one of the pegs on it. Again, I couldn't be sure which was the overriding sensation, pain or pleasure, although the former was certainly fairly intense. She repeated the procedure with the other nipple. She watched me for a moment then leant back forwards and flicked at the pegs, causing further waves of pain to flow through my sensitive areas.

She stood up again and went back to the desk. My nipples were throbbing but again the sensation was not unpleasant. My cock remained as hard as it had ever been and what I really wanted to do was take it in hand and release the pressure that had been growing and growing over the hour I had spent in Mrs Castle's office. I was fairly sure that that would not be a joy allowed me, at least not for a while.

She resumed her position standing over me and now I could see that in her hand she held a wooden ruler. She leant down and used the ruler to make a few more flicks at the clamps squeezing my nipples. Then in one sudden movement she raised her arm and struck my cock forcefully with the ruler. This time it was all pain. I arched and twisted my body hoping to escape her now more vicious attentions on my body, but of course it was no use. From the corner of the room came an excited moan as Anna was evidently enjoying the spectacle being played out in front of her.

With no trace of pity or feeling for my pain, Mrs Castle brought the ruler hard down on my cock a second time before standing up straight once more to enjoy the sight of my agonised face as my eyes pleaded with her for mercy. When the immediate pain had subsided and I had stopped writhing she took up a new position further down my body. Now I felt an even more sensitive part of my body vulnerable to possible attack and this was something I was even less happy about. Unfortunately this was exactly what she had in mind.

She knelt down and started by gently stroking my cock, but I knew that this was to be a tease and I was quickly proved right. She took the ruler in her right hand and started to tap it gently against my balls. The gentle taps became firmer and firmer, until exactly at the point where it was crossing the border from pleasure and pain to outright pain, she abandoned all restraint and once again brought the ruler down with force. This time even the gag couldn't stop me crying out as a shaft of intense pain filled my sack and brought tears to my eyes. Again, she stood up and watched my reaction. When I had calmed down a bit, she leant back down and removed the pegs from my nipples and the gag from my mouth. She placed a finger over my lips to indicate that I shouldn't speak. Still helpless and totally vulnerable, I wasn't going to argue.

"Now you have an idea of the sort of things I will do to you if you displease me in any way. And it could be worse, a lot worse. As long as you behave, that is all the pain you will suffer tonight, although I will have to remind you regularly in the future what awaits should you offend. Plus of course, as I said, I do enjoy seeing young men in pain anyway."

I thought briefly that the evening was over, but she made no move to untie my restraints. Instead she went back to her leather swivel chair, raised her skirt and removed her knickers.

"As I said earlier, there are many duties my slaves need to carry out. Sometimes they need to be a repository for my waste if I can't get to or can't be bothered to get to a toilet."

I made to complain, but the throbbing pain in my balls reminded me what might happen if I were to argue with her, so I maintained my silence and awaited my fate. Once again she came to stand over me, this time with her legs either side of my head. I could see right up her skirt and caught a glimpse of her totally shaved cunt which was glistening slightly.

"Tonight," she continued, "I only need to pee. Open your mouth and do not spill a drop on my carpet."

So saying she crouched over my face and emptied the contents of her bladder into my open mouth which quickly filled with her warm piss. I swallowed the bitter liquid but had no time to relax as almost immediately I felt my mouth close to overflowing again. I downed a second mouthful, then a third and fourth. I felt a small trickle run down my cheek but didn't think any was on the carpet. Eventually, the flow reduced to a trickle and finally stopped.

"Very good. Now lick me clean," Mrs Castle ordered and I obeyed, grateful that she was happy with me and she that she was not about to hurt me again. When she was dry she stood up and looked down at me in a way that almost looked like fondness to me.

"We're nearly finished for tonight," she said, "but there's one more thing I need you to do." She bent down and one by one removed the restraints from my hands and feet. But I was not free yet. Instead, she made me get on my knees, then bound my feet and cuffed my hands together in front of me.

"You remember earlier I said that there would be film of tonight that you wouldn't want your friends and family to see? Well, this is going to be it. I'm sure the pain in your testicles is fresh enough that you will heed the warning I am about to give you. If you do not do exactly as Anna tells you over the next few minutes I will kick you in the balls as hard as I can. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mrs Castle," I answered. She was right; my balls were still throbbing painfully and I was not about to risk further injuries there.

"Good. I think Anna has been enjoying tonight's entertainment somewhat so I don't think this will take long." Mrs Castle went and fetched her swivel chair and wheeled it next to where the video camera had been set up. She looked through the viewfinder, made a slight adjustment and went back to her desk. She opened a drawer and this time extracted a large black dildo. She went back to her chair and made herself comfortable.

"Carry on Anna," she said.

I wondered, given all that had already occured, what Anna would be able to do to me to top everything else in terms of humiliation. She smiled at me. "Hello, David," she said. They were the first words she had spoken all night. "You know, I used to be like you."

I had no idea what she meant by this, but I had no time to consider the matter. As she stood up from her chair, I remembered how earlier I had sensed something not quite right about her. And as she went to release her skirt I noticed the bulge at the front and then I knew. Her skirt dropped to the floor and I saw exactly what I had in store. In front of me stood what I had thought to be a middle-aged woman, wearing a light blue blouse, a sensible pair of shoes and a pair of sheer nylon stockings. And she had a thick, large and very erect penis.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Mrs Castle clasping the black dildo between both hands and rubbing it in the space between her legs. But out of the corner only, for my gaze was fixed on Anna who was walking towards me with intent. She - she? - stopped in front of me, took her cock in her left hand and stroked my face with it. When it reached my lips, she whispered, "Open wide, my dear". Without even questioning the order my mind, I did her bidding and then my mouth was full of cock.

At first I just knelt there without moving, but Mrs Castle obviously expected more. "Suck it!" she gasped, her order driven by passion as she drove the plastic cock deep into her hairless cunt.

Again I obeyed. I had never done this before, but I had certainly had it done to me and I knew roughly what worked. I closed my lips over the shaft in a light but firm grip and started to move my head slowly backwards and forwards. At the same time I used my tongue to lick and caress Anna's cock. She sighed in contentment and placed her hands on the back of my head. As her passion increased she clutched my hair and started to force herself deeper into my mouth. As the tip of the cock reached the back of my mouth, I started to gag but she showed no mercy and continued to thrust as far into me as she could.

After a few moments of panic when I thought I might be sick, I began to relax back into the moment, breathing through my nose and letting the cock fill where it wanted. I also found that without thinking I had lightly gripped my pwn cock and was starting to bring myself to orgasm.

Anna's movements became even faster and she gasped, "Mrs Castle, I'm going to come any minute."

Mrs Castle briefly released her hold on the dildo and pressed a button on the camera before once more concentrating on fucking herself. I didn't know if I was supposed to do anything at this point but the decision was taken from my hands as Anna pulled herself out of my mouth and a few seconds later a long stream of cum landed on my face. Two more spurts hit me, one on the cheek and one directly in my open mouth. As her spunk started to run down my cheek, Anna cried "Not on the carpet!", grabbed me by the arms and pulled me to my feet.

It was just in time. My own orgasm took hold and I emptied my aching sack first across Anna's still erect cock then over her nylon stockings. At the same time I could hear Mrs Castle also reach a climax and amidst the unreality and the weirdness, I felt pride that I had pleased her.

Anna pushed me back to my knees. "Clean your mess up, my dear," she said and again I did her bidding with no thought of questioning the instruction. Once more I took her cock in my mouth but this time only to lick my own cum off it. When it was clean I released it and licked at her thigh until I was sure that no traces remained there either. She stepped back from me and we both looked at Mrs Castle.

She was sat back in the chair and the dildo was still implanted deep in her cunt, but it had done its job and she was working it no longer. For a few minutes she just stayed there saying nothing. I dared say nothing and was not going to go anywhere until she gave me permission. Eventually she deigned to speak to us again.

"David, take the cock out of your bottom and get dressed."

Still with the plastic cock inside her she watched as I slowly and painfully removed the butt plug (which I had entirely forgotten about), pulled up my boxers and my trousers and put my shirt on. I stood in front of her and awaited her next instruction.

"Go home," she said. "Come into work as normal on Monday morning. But be ready for when I call for you again. Remember, you're mine now."

CHAPTER TWO

I didn't sleep much that night. For one thing it seemed that every sensitive part of my body was aching. But above that it was my brain that kept me awake. I kept replaying scenes from my session with Mrs Castle in my mind, and what amazed me was not only the nature of the scenes that were at the forefront of my memories but the effect they had on my aching cock.

I felt again the pressure of the butt plug in my swollen anus. I tasted the flesh of Anna's cock and her warm and sweet cum landing on my face and in my mouth. I heard the words "I only want to pee tonight", each time allowing myself to wonder what else she might want to do in the future. But above all I relived the vulnerability of having my cock and balls exposed to her. And as I stroked and fondled my cock, it was the image of being bound and helpless in front of her, and her saying "I will kick you in the balls as hard as I can" that kept coming back to me. And it was the thought of her following through on her threat, of her leather boots swinging viciously into my already damaged testicles that finally, incredibly, tipped me over the edge and caused a long stream of cum to shoot out from my cock and onto my chest and stomach.

As I lay there idly dipping my fingers first into my cum and then my mouth, I wondered whether I could actually go that far. Twenty-four hours earlier I wouldn't have believed that I could have undergone what I did the previous evening, but even so, there was a big difference between what had happened and what might happen in the future.

Any say I might have had in the matter disappeared the next morning. For when I checked my emails, there was one from Mrs Castle. Firstly there was a link which opened up the film she had shot of my scene with Anna. It had been shot so that neither Anna nor Mrs Castle's office were readily identifiable, but I was. And it was quite clear that I was willingly and eagerly sucking on the cock of someone wearing the clothes of a middle-aged woman. When Anna had said that she was about to come, it had evidently been a cue for Mrs Castle to zoom in so that the image of me taking a load of jizz in my face was clear to see. The film faded out with me happily slurping my own cum off Anna's cock.

Under the link in the email was a list of practically everyone I knew, with their email addresses alongside. Family, friends, colleagues, the complete squad of the Sunday league football team I played with. How she'd got their details I don't know, because I didn't even know some of their surnames, let alone their email addresses. She had even included my 12-year-old niece.

The implication was obvious. If I tried to wriggle out of the verbal contract I had agreed with Mrs Castle, everyone would get to see the film of me with Anna. This was not going to happen. And then I remembered her final words as I left her office the night before: "You're mine now".

***

By Monday morning when I returned to work I had pretty much stopped aching. Nonetheless I found it hard to concentrate on what I needed to be doing, because all I wanted to do was catch a glimpse of Mrs Castle. My colleagues soon realised that I was not in a relaxed frame of mind.

"Who the fuck are you expecting to come through that door - Angelina Jolie?" Paul Rogers asked as once again I eagerly looked up after sensing that someone was entering our large open-plan office.

"More likely Mrs Castle with his redundancy notice," suggested Monica. "Dave, you haven't spoken to a single customer this morning. She will notice, you know."

Even before my revelation of how she knew what was going on our computers, we had all suspected that she was spying on us somehow. She seemed to have knowledge of conversations that had taken place in the office which she should have had no reason to be aware of. Either someone was telling her or she had the place bugged.

"I'm just a bit on edge," I explained to the room at large, "my figures have been down a bit recently. You know Mrs Castle called me to her office on Firday. She told me to buck my ideas up."

"Well, do it, matey," advised Paul. " You remember what happened to Mike Lanford? Brilliant for his first couple of years, kicked out on his butt almost overnight. He must have fucked up big time."

Despite their misapprehension of the cause of my state of mind, my colleagues were of course right. Mrs Castle may have been more than happy to abuse me while I had value as an employee, but what if I ceased to be that? I didn't imagine for a minute that I meant anything to her, so if I stopped making her money I'd almost certainly be out on my ear. No job, no money, no flat and possibly everyone I knew taking possession of that film. In fact, if anything I ought to work harder, let her know I was determined not to displease her in anyway. She had way too much power over me to do that.

So, despite the fact that all I wanted to do was see my tormentor and fantasise about what had happened to me and what might happen in the future, I steeled myself and put in perhaps the best afternoon's work I had in months.

I got my reward when I got home that evening. An email awaited me from Mrs Castle; all it said was "Come to the following address on Saturday morning at 10 o'clock sharp." An address followed in a village I hadn't heard of. A quick hunt on Google and I had found it. It was a very small place, out in the sticks and about ten miles away. I switched to Google Earth and checked out the terrain. Large houses with long drives and gated entrances. Somewhere the very rich lived. I worked out my route and sat back.

I was feeling horny again. I went to a website I had visited on may occasions which hosted a load of porno films. I went to the bdsm section and searched until I found a film featuring an older woman and a younger man. Perfect. I took my clothes off, settled back into the warm leather chair I used at my computer and started the film. It had barely begun - nothing had happened apart from the man standing before the woman at a desk - when there was an alert to tell me I had an email. I quickly flicked over to Outlook and saw I had another message from Mrs Castle. As I took in its implications, I once again felt a wave of fear come over me. She was watching me.

The message said: "You have already earned yourself a severe punishment on Saturday. Do not look at pornography of any kind unless at my express request."

***

I arrived in the village where Mrs Castle lived at 9.15, but sat back until the clock in my car, which I knew to be accurate, said two minutes to ten. I then drove slowly up to the house and arrived at her gate exactly at ten. I noticed there was a button on the gate and was about to get out of my car to push it when there was a click and the gate swung open.

I followed the long drive and came to a stop in front of a large redbrick house. It had a circular drive, in the middle of which was a pond with a couple of ducks paddling lazily about. Lawn ran down both sides of the house and I could see that the house had a lot of garden behind, as well as a small orchard and a swimming pool. I had known that Mrs Castle was wealthy, now I had an idea how wealthy she was. The house must have been worth well over a million.

I got out of the car and walked towards the front door. Before I reached it, it opened and there stood Anna. She was wearing a pink housecoat and pink slippers and looked for all the world like she had just got out of bed. She smiled warmly and invited me in. Once I was in the large and imposing hallway she gestured towards a door on the far side and asked me to follow her. The room she led me into had another door leading off it and consisted of nothing more than a sofa, a couple of chairs and a wooden chest in the middle. She closed the door behind us, turned to me and told me to take my clothes off. She stood and watched as I slowly stripped and I could see her eyes linger on my cock, which was once again growing hard under the attention.

When I was naked, she ordered me to get on my hands and knees. She opened the wooden chest and took out a leather collar which she fastened around my neck. The next item to emerge was a leather mask which she placed over my head. It had two tiny holes for my eyes and a hole over the mouth so that I could breathe. Lastly she produced a dog-lead, which she fastened to the collar. She stood back and admired her handiwork.

She was evidently satisfied as, without another word, she took hold of the lead attached to my neck and headed for the opposite door, pulling me along behind. I crawled as fast as I could to avoid too much pressure on my neck. She opened the door and we entered another world.

The room was huge and was packed with the kinds of items I had only previously seen on the websites of the mistresses I had seen online. At the far end a couple of steps led up to a large leather throne. On the right wall was a series of crosses and bars, each with a range of cuffs and straps attached. Half of the other side of the room was given to hooks which supported a huge range of canes, whips, floggers, leather restraints and so forth; the other half comprised rows of shelves which held dildoes and strap-ons of every size, clamps, and other items at whose purpose I could only begin to guess. Down the centre of the room were other items of bondage furniture such as a set of stocks, a sling, various cages, stools and tables. From the ceiling hung more bars and straps.

Anna led me towards a stool in the middle of the room and instructed me to bend over it. She went to over to the shelves and selected a butt plug, about the same size as the one that had been put into me in Mrs Castle's office the previous week. She lubed it up and pushed it into me. Again, there was pain but it was briefer and less intense than before. Once that was done, she got me back onto all fours and led me to a small cage in the middle of the room. She opened the door, I crawled in and she locked it up. And then she left the room.

I sat in the cage and waited. It gave me time to survey the room and try to work out what each item could be used for. Some were easy, some I couldn't fathom at all. Some I got excited at the thought of, others I got scared. After an hour, Anna came back in, walked up to and unlocked the cage and gestured for me to get out and lean over the stool again. She grabbed the plug and quickly removed it. She then went back to the shelves and this time selected a larger plug. Again she lubed it and again she placed it at the entrance to my anus, pushing it forcefully in without waiting. The pain this time was like the first time, sharp and intense, but not unbearable and soon over.

Once that was done, I was placed back in the cage and left alone to contemplate what the day might bring. After another hour's wait, a door at the far end that I hadn't noticed before opened and Mrs Castle came into her dungeon. She was dressed in an elegant, sleeveless, black evening gown, with a long slit up the side that revealed her long and muscular legs. A short fur coat was draped around her shoulders and a pair of black gloves covered her arms up to and beyond her elbows. A pair of very high heels took her to well over six feet high. She walked slowly across the room up to the cage in which I was imprisoned and circled it menacingly, all the time staring at me, daring me to meet her gaze. Cowed, I bowed my head in an act of deferential submission. She did not look in a mood to be messed with and I knew that I was already in trouble.

After a few minutes, she bent down and unlocked the door to my prison but, instead of letting me exit under my own steam, she grabbed my leash and dragged me out into the dungeon. The sudden pressure around my neck literally took my breath away, causing me to choke and noisily gasp for air. Needing to draw breath, I scampered as fast as I could on my hands and knees to try and relieve the pressure on my tortured lungs, but my only reward was a sharp blow across my behind from the whip she was wielding in her right hand.

Feeling pain across my body and knowing that the day had only just begun, I prostrated myself at her feet, kissing her toes and begging her for mercy. I was terrified and thrilled at how far she was going to take me that day, and deep inside I knew that my pleas would not only amount to nothing, they were more likely to add to my woes.

When my pathetic cries eventually subsided, she ordered me to roll over on to my back and spread my legs. Knowing what was to come but knowing also that I had no choice in the matter, I obeyed; evidently I didn't obey quickly enough, for she decided that I needed further encouragement in the form of another whiplash, this time across my back. The stinging pain helped turn me over until again I was prostrate and totally vulnerable to her desire to hurt me.

As instructed, I spread my legs, and my eyes pleaded with her not to proceed with what I knew she had planned. At the same time, I knew that if I had really wanted to, I could have stood up and walked out and she wouldn't physically have been able to stop me. Okay, the consequences of that would also not have been pleasant, but even so, I could have done it. Instead, I lay before her and exposed my most sensitive parts for her pleasure.

I expected the kick she had threatened the other day; instead, she placed her foot on my balls and started to push. At first it was uncomfortable but sensual; then, she increased the pressure and everything that was sensual disappeared and raw pain took over. Still she didn't relent and made one final and violent push against my balls, causing a bolt of agony to shoot through what felt like my whole body and making me shout loudly in great distress.

It was her victory and we both knew it. With each time I submitted to her, I allowed her to do more to me, to cause me more pain and to enjoy the pleasure it gave her. As I slowly regained my breath and equilibrium, she again grabbed my leash and this time dragged me to my feet. Unsteady after the damage done to me, I allowed myself to be dragged to the centre of the room where I found my feet suddenly secured to metal rings embedded in the floor. She then secured my wrists to a wooden bar which in turn was attached to the ceiling by means of a heavy chain.

This time there was no option to get up and walk away. And I also knew that shouting for help would be of no use; if it had, I would have been gagged. As it was, any noise I made, whether through pain or fear, was there for one purpose and one purpose only - to add to her enjoyment.

She stood in front of me and drew the whip slowly and sensually across my chest, causing my nipples and my cock to stand fully erect. She smiled, raised her right hand, grabbed one of my nipples and gave it a vicious tweak, again causing me to cry out in pain. This only caused her to smile more.

She moved behind me and gave me six lashes of her whip. Two landed on my buttocks and two across my back. I don't know where the other two fell. All I felt was pain. She walked across to the wall with the toys and hung the whip on a hook. In its place she picked up a thin cane. She came back to me, made one gentle stroke of the cane across my behind, then another six hard and fast lashes. Each time the pain bit deep and each time I cried out loudly.

For the next hour or so she used a bewildering array of canes, whips, floggers and tawses to beat me with, on my bottom, across my back, my nipples and on my cock and balls. All over in fact. I don't think that  there was a square inch of me that was not hurting in some way. Eventually, she returned from the wall after replacing something without a new object to inflict pain with in her hand.

She came back in front of me and stroked my face with her gloved hand. Was that love she was looking at me with…?

I had no time to wonder, for suddenly she rocked backwards, placed her hands on my shoulder and then swiftly raised her right knee so that it connected solidly and unbelievably painfully with my balls. I passed out.

***

When I came to, I was still attached by my hands and feet, but my position had been changed so that I was now on my hands and knees on the floor. My balls were throbbing with pain and the mask that had been covering my head had been removed. In front of me, Mrs Castle sat on the throne, legs crossed and smoking a cigarette, evidently enjoying the view.

"Is he ready?" she asked.

Behind me, Anna answered "Yes". I realised that the butt plug had been removed and sensed, even amidst all else that was going on, that my anus had been stretched. I twisted my head to look at Mrs Castle's secretary and playmate, who was no longer in a pink housecoat. Instead, she was clad head to toe in black, shiny rubber. In fact, the only flesh I could see was 8" of hard cock. She was stroking the crack of my arse with one finger while she poured lube liberally first onto her cock and then at the top of my behind so that it ran down to my hole. Without another word, she positioned herself up close behind me and placed her cock at the mouth of my bottom.

Again I turned to plead with my mistress, but before I could make a sound, Anna pushed forward and I felt her warm flesh fill me. This time there was no pain. She slid in easily and wonderfully and for the first time in my life I was being fucked. I gasped with the totally unexpected pleasure I was experiencing and my mistress, my Goddess, the wondrous woman who had brought such new sensations into my life, laughed at the sight.

I pushed back towards Anna, forcing her cock further and further into me and each thrust made me gasp with pleasure. As we pushed at each other, I felt my hard cock swinging beneath me, bumping my bruised and battered balls. Each connection made me wince with pain, but it was a pain that added to the eroticism of the moment. I desperately wanted to come.

Just as I thought I was on the verge of orgasm, I heard Anna's breaths start to get faster and before I knew it I could feel a warmth filling my insides as she shot her load deep into me. She rested for a few moments while we both got our breaths back; then, with her cock still hard inside me she let loose another stream of warm liquid. This lasted longer and I realised she was filling my bowels with her piss.

This was a new agony, a discomfort in a different part of my body. When the flow had slowed to a dribble, she carefully withdrew, telling me to "Hold it in!" Not daring to disobey, I strained to keep it inside of me, despite the pain I was now suffering. She bent down and picked up a large bowl which she placed beneath my arse. "Go on, now," she said, "you can let it go."

With a gasp of gratitude at the end of my torment, I relaxed my muscles and the liquid poured out into the bowl. When at last I was empty, Anna brought the bowl round and placed it in front of me so that I could see its contents. Amidst the yellow-green of her recently released urine were specks of brown which I realised were traces of shit, washed out of my bowel by the piss enema I had just been given.

Mrs Castle at last stood up, and came over to where I was tied up. She towered over me. She put her foot by my mouth and allowed me to kiss her there. Again she seemed to smile warmly at me, but now I knew that this only signified that something unpleasant was about to happen. I wasn't wrong.

She knelt down, placed her hand on the back of my head and pushed. Without thinking, I resisted. She released her hold on my head, stood up and walked behind me. Again I felt something penetrating my anus, but this time it was hard and smooth. Then a burst of electricity seared my insides and once more I was screaming with agony. As swiftly as it had arrived, so it went.

"How long will it take you to fully realise that you do not disobey me or resist me in any way?" said Mrs Castle. I started to apologise, to beg forgiveness, but my words were cut off as again she turned on the electric current. My back arched as I tried to escape the latest torment inflicted upon my ravaged and aching body.

Mrs Castle moved back in front of me and again placed her hand on the back of my head. "I was going to introduce this to you more slowly, but…" Without completing her sentence, she pushed my face into the foul mixture and held it there. I struggled for breath but all my gasping did was to draw some of the bowl's contents into my mouth. Mostly it was liquid but I also felt a couple of more solid items which I took to be my own shit wash down my throat. The taste in my mouth was disgusting, but yet still I could feel my cock hard, my balls aching and a need to release the semen that desperately wanted to escape.

Mrs Castle grabbed my hair and pulled me up again. She made a motion to Anna who came round and removed the foul concoction in front of me. In its place she put down an ornate dinner plate. Mrs Castle turned her back on me, raised her dress and crouched down so that her beautiful rounded bottom was directly in front of my face and right above the plate.

"Worship me," she said. Desperate to make up for my latest blunder, I stuck out my tongue and started to lick gently at her arse. "Harder!" she cried. This time I pushed my tongue as far in as I could, trying to fuck her with it. She was obviously enjoying the sensation as soon she was writhing on my face and gasping with pleasure. Then my tongue came up against something new. As my head drew back slightly I saw that her opening was widening without my help.

Thankfully, she moved away from me and I watched a large turd emerge from within her and land in the middle of the plate on the floor. Mrs Castle stood up and looked down on me. "Kiss your Goddess' caviar," she said gently and without a second's hesitation I leaned forward and placed my lips on her shit. "Lick it," I heard from somewhere, but I was no longer in full touch with reality. As if in a dream I leaned forward again and ran my tongue across the long turd in front of me, once, twice, three times. The last time I pushed harder as if it were an ice cream and I was trying to take a piece off it. But it stayed solid although the taste was now starting to make itself known in my mouth.

"Take a bite." And I did. A small one, but there I was with a piece of freshly laid shit in my mouth. I chewed on it and swallowed. Now the taste was more obvious and it wasn't pleasant. I gagged slightly and for a moment I thought I would be sick. Thankfully the moment passed. I stretched towards the plate again but before I could get there it was taken away.

I looked up at my Goddess with pleading in my eyes. We both knew that now I would do anything for her, whatever she asked. She had thrown everything at me, the most foul and painful and humiliating torments she could and here I was still able to take it and begging for more. Or so I thought.

Again she was looking at me kindly, but this time I had the feeling that it was genuine. "There's no hurry. Tomorrow you'll take a whole one directly from me. You've done very well. It's taken others days before they are ready to willingly eat my shit. You're a natural. You deserve a reward."

I positively glowed with pride. She was pleased with me!

"After all," she said, "tomorrow's going to be really difficult for you."

I didn't really take in the last sentence; all I had heard was the word 'reward'. Would my Goddess be so kind as to allow me to have the orgasm I had been dying for all week? She retreated to her throne while Anna again changed the way I was bound. She freed my feet, but my hands were again secured to the beam above my head so that I was standing but not overly stretched. Once I was in place she went to the door at the far end through which we had first entered the dungeon - and how long ago that seemed! She went through to the next room and returned with a naked, blindfolded girl who she led by a leash into the room on her hands and knees. At the same time I heard a buzzing sound which grew louder as they approached. As they came up to me, I gasped in astonishment - the naked girl was Sue from Accounts.

I had fancied her for ages and tried to chat her up on several occasions. I had never got anywhere, she had always been so distant. Now she was naked before me and seemed to be as in thrall to my Goddess as I was. She was slim and lithe with small breasts and stunning legs. Many was the occasion I had ogled her as she had walked past my desk, imagining what I would do if I had the chance. Well, now I it seemed that chance had arrived.

Anna pulled Sue up onto her knees. At this point I realised that the buzzing sound was emanating from a pair of vibrators - one in Sue's cunt and the other up her arse. Exactly as she had done to me in my Goddess' office a week earlier, Anna said, "Open wide, my dear." Sue did as instructed and Anna guided her head forward so that her mouth engulfed my still rock hard cock. "You know what to do," Anna told the girl.

And she did. Sue took my whole cock in her mouth so that my tip touched the back of her throat and started to deep throat me. I had only been deep throated once before and had paid a lot of money to a whore in Amsterdam for the experience. This was better. I responded, and thrust my cock as far into her as I could get it, face fucking her with all the strength I could muster from the position in which I was held. If I had been able to I would have held the back of her head and fucked her harder. Yet she took it all without once gagging on the blockage I was causing to her breathing.

"She's good, isn't she?" said my Goddess. "You'll be able to do that soon as well."

But again I was oblivious to the implications of what she was telling me, because I was rapidly feeling the pressure building up in my body which signified that a huge orgasm was on its way. Just at the point that I was about to come, Anna leaned forward and removed Sue's blindfold. She looked up and I read in her eyes the shock at seeing that I was the one whose cock she was giving such pleasure to. And a second later my first spurt of spunk shot into her mouth. So surprised was she that she dropped my cock from her mouth and I could do nothing to stop the second stream of jizz landing with force on her face. Two more streams of come landed on her face and at that point Sue seemed to lose control, but I quickly realised that she was having her own violent orgasm. I would have liked to have thought that it was the sight of me that had triggered it - more likely it was caused by the two plastic cocks vibrating in her deepest erotic parts.

As we tried to regain our breath and our composure, Sue's eyes travelled down my body and I could read the shock at the marks that had been inflicted on it. I could see similar marks on her to indicate how she had been similarly beaten. Our eyes met, each understanding what the other had been going through.

But we were not to be finished yet. Mrs Castle told Sue to approach her. Sue crawled towards the throne, and prostrated herself before her Mistress, kissing the dominant woman's feet.

"You have done well, Sue," said Mrs Castle. "Have a reward." Again Sue was pulled onto her knees. Still sitting, Mrs Castle again pulled up her dress, opened her legs and pissed into Sue's mouth. The girl took it all without spilling a drop.

"Thank you Mistress," she said when it was finished. She sounded like she was truly grateful.

My Goddess turned to me. "You, however, still need to learn. Did I tell you to come?"

I stood there confused. Wasn't the point that I had earned my reward? But I didn't say anything because I was too scared to argue or dispute with my Goddess. She had made a decision and I would have to abide with it.

"Anna, place him across the fucking stool." So I was to be fucked again. Not really a problem, I had enjoyed it before.

Once I was again securely held down, Mrs Castle stood up and walked towards the wall where all the toys were held. She made a show of trying to decide what to select and then pulled down a 12'' strap-on cock. So far I had only had Anna's 8" of cock inside of me; this was half as big again. Real fear took hold at the prospect of more real pain being once again inflicted on me, just at the point when I had truly believed that it had finished, for the day at least.

My Goddess attached the plastic cock and approached my rear end. She placed the giant dong at my entrance and without any hesitation - or lube - shoved it hard and very painfully into me. As my flesh stretched and tore the pain was agonising and once again I found myself screaming out for mercy. But there was of course to be none. If anything she took my cries as a spur to push harder.

Then I felt my hair being grabbed, my head pulled up and Anna was forcing her cock into my mouth. Once in there she followed my Goddess' lead and used all her strength to penetrate me as far as she could. Unlike the last time, in Mrs Castle's office, this time I couldn't stop the gagging. I felt I couldn't breathe, but that didn't stop her. Again, the more I suffered, the more she tried to make me suffer. I couldn't help myself. Auto reaction took over and I found myself retching and then bringing up the foul contents of my stomach. On queue, Anna reached her climax and suddenly I had hot spunk shooting into my mouth, mixing with the vomit that was coming from the other direction.

She pulled her cock out of me and rubbed the jizz and vomit with which it was covered all over my face and into my eyes. The sight must have been the final straw for my Goddess for behind me I felt her orgasm take hold, which for me meant a few even deeper thrusts into my tortured bowels.

Everything went quiet. I opened my eyes, but they stung like needles being pushed into them and I quickly closed them again. As if from afar, I heard my Goddess' voice say, "Anna, take them to their cells".