aster and Mistress of the house reclined on couches.

   The Mistress motioned me to a chair. The interview began. I answered their questions honestly; I was here in the hope of laying myself bare to them, giving them all I had, and I would start now. I studied them discreetly and liked what I saw. She was slim, willowy, with long chestnut hair and amused green eyes. He was tall, well-built, with short dark hair and a supremely handsome face. I felt myself grow moist just looking at him, at his strong, capable hands. When it came time for me to strip and let them examine me, I trembled at their touch, their probing fingers making me wetter than ever. I moved into various positions for them as they pinched and swatted me, testing my reactions. I gasped and whimpered softly, a hot flush on my skin as I let them study me. I prayed they would be pleased.

   They exchanged a glance, and I knew they wanted me. There was a contract to sign, and I felt a thrill of arousal as I signed over my body and my sexual freedom to them. I was given a week to sort out my affairs and an order to refrain from indulging in pleasuring myself, or anyone else. 

   The week passed by in a blur. My thoughts never really left their large house, and my body throbbed in anticipation of all that would come.

   When I returned, baring just one small suitcase, the same man brought me into the house. We did not speak to each other; the collar around his neck told me he was a slave too, and would wait to be told by his Mistress if he could speak. I, too, could wait.

   He led me to a bedroom that I guessed would be mine. On the bed was laid out my uniform. He stayed with me while I undressed and put it on. I could feel his eyes on me, hot and angry. I looked at his arrogantly handsome face, now marred with hatred. He resented my presence here, that was obvious. But I did not think it would become a problem.

   The uniform was a maid's costume, with a black corset and a stiff black skirt like a lampshade barely touching my skin. There was no underwear, but garters and stockings were included. The other slave came over to tighten the laces on my corset; I gripped the bedpost and gritted my teeth as he viciously pulled on them, tightening them until I could barely breathe. My breasts spilled up over the top, my nipples peeking up. I slipped my feet into the spiky stilettos and did a practice walk - it had been a while.

   I heard footsteps in the doorway and the other slave immediately sank to his knees. I did the same, pressing my forehead to the floor.

   "Let's take a look, shall we?" the Master said. "Up."

   We rose to our feet and the Master scrutinised me. I held myself still as he ran his hands up my legs, brushed his lips across my breasts, and lightly slapped my bottom, rubbing the tender flesh.

   "Very nice, very nice indeed," he said finally. He looked over at the other slave, standing quietly nearby. "Go and get them."

   The slave was gone but a moment and when he returned the Master told me to turn around and bend over the bed before I had a chance to see what he carried. With every inch of me tingling in anticipation and more than a little fear, I did as instructed.

   "Spread your legs for me," the Master ordered. I moved them apart as far as I could and he moved in behind me. My skirt was pointing up at the ceiling, my bum and shaved pussy completely exposed. The Master ran his finger between my lips and then dipped the tip into the pool of juice collecting there. Then it wasn't his finger but a round ball, and he was pushing it inside me. Not just one, but a string of balls, inserted deftly inside me. I bit my lip and squeezed my eyes shut to keep from making a sound. Finally they were all in, and the Master tugged gently at the string dangling between my thighs. Pleasure spun through me and I gasped aloud, earning me a smack.

   "There will be no orgasms without permission. Do you understand?"

   I forced my voice to be steady while I tried to fight the rippling sensations he caused by tugging on the string of beads. "Yes Master, I understand," I said obediently.

   The tugging stopped but he didn't move away. His hands roamed my arse cheeks and smacked and rubbed them until they were warm and red. I felt him pry my cheeks apart and oil was dribbled down my crack and into my arse hole. Before I had a chance to take in this new sensation a butt plug was inserted in one shove. I jerked and made a sound, unable to help myself.

   The Master sighed, disappointed in me already. "Take her to the punishment room. I will not permit disobedience in my slave."

   Down to the basement I was taken and swiftly tied to a whipping post, my skirt removed so it would not get in the way. The male slave smirked at me, pleased to see me lose favour so quickly. The rivalry between us had begun before I'd even arrived.

   A silky voice remarked, "Oh dear, punishment so soon? I had such high hopes for her."

   "A small thing, my love," the Master replied to the Mistress. "But please, stay and watch."

   I could not see them, but I listened and trembled as the Master picked out an instrument and took up position behind me. The first thwack landed squarely across my cheeks, striking the base of the butt plug and pushing it up inside me even more. The mix of pain and pleasure was unbearable. The blows rained down on my bottom and I was soon squirming and crying, begging for pardon.

   "Not until you can take your punishment quietly," the Master said sternly, pausing in his strokes for me to stop my sniffling. Then the whipping continued, and I bit my lip until it bled, determined not to cry out and displease him again.

   Finally, the punishment stopped. The other slave untied me none too gently and led me over to the Master. I watched, curious, as the Mistress beckoned to the other slave and he eagerly went to her.

   "All that whipping has made me wet, my toy," she said to him, sitting down in a big armchair and spreading her legs. "Kneel and bring me pleasure." He immediately dropped to his knees before her and bent his head to his task. My own pussy juices dripped at the sight.

   "Ah, all in good time," the Master said in my ear, his breath fanning my desires even more. "This is your first day in our service, and it hasn't started very well, has it?"

   "No Master. Forgive me Master."

   His hand slid up my leg and tugged on the string dangling from my pussy. I nearly came right there, with my arse on fire and the balls jerking inside my pussy, my back hole plugged and oiled, but with an effort I controlled myself.

   "Very good. I see you're learning, but what I want is total and absolute obedience." He sat in an armchair across from his wife, who watched us with a lazy smile on her luscious lips as her 'toy' ate her out, and drew me onto his lap. "I won't often fuck your pussy, my slave," he proceeded to tell me - I swallowed my disappointment - "But I have a great liking for your arse and your pretty little mouth here. You will wear the plug at all possible times unless ordered to remove it, and we will gradually increase its size so that you will be able to take me without lubrication. You see, I like to fuck at any time I please and sometimes I don't want to give any pleasure, only to take it. So you will be ready and willing to offer yourself whenever I desire. Do you understand?"

   "Yes Master, I understand."

   "Good. Now, you will have plenty to keep you busy, cleaning and whatnot, but that is second to serving me. My lovely wife has her own slave, and I have long been on the lookout for one for myself. Sometimes we will swap. Sometimes we will want a show. Sometimes we will offer you to our guests. You cannot say no to anything we ask, and you cannot pleasure yourself nor orgasm without permission. Tell me you understand, for I do not want to repeat myself."

   "I understand, my Master."

   "Good. Now on your knees before me."

   I slipped to the ground, the cold floor of the basement a sharp contrast to the fire that still seared my backside. The Master told me to take out his cock. I held it in my hand, gazing at its beauty, its size. I followed the Master's instructions as he told me the way he liked to be licked and sucked. I buried my head in his lap and thrummed with pleasure to hear him moan. The Mistress was gasping now, and her cries were increasing as her slave licked her clit and thrust his tongue inside her, flicking it against her soft inner walls. The Master suddenly grabbed my hair and forced his cock deeper inside me. I fought to relax my gag reflex as he rammed my mouth. I loved the sensation of him fucking my mouth, using me like the sex slave toy I was, with no regard for my comfort or unsatisfied desires. With a groan he exploded inside my mouth and held me still until I had swallowed every drop. Behind me I heard the Mistress cry out in her own orgasm, and thrilled at the raw sexual energy in the room.

   "Now for a show," the Mistress declared. She stood and her slave moved her chair to beside her husband's, where she took her seat again. I turned around, saw that they were facing a thick floor mattress covered with a soft rug. I wondered what they wanted me to do, and whether I could ask, when the other slave grabbed me and threw me onto the mattress. I pushed myself up and he slapped me, hard. Tears started in my eyes and my cheek smarted. He smirked at me, cruel delight in his eyes as he reached over and, yanking down the front of my corset, twisted my nipples with long fingers. By now I knew better than to make a sound, but should I submit? I glanced at the Master; his dark eyes were gazing at the scene intently, his hand slowly stroking his cock while his other hand played with his wife's breasts.

   It was a show, and in this I could make noise. I decided not to submit to this arrogant sex slave. I tried to wriggle away but he caught my legs and pulled me to him, kneeling between my knees. He yanked on the string and the balls inside my vagina rippled along the walls. I cried out with pleasure and arched my back, wanting more but knowing to come was forbidden me. The slave flipped me over onto my stomach and positioned me so my bum was in the air. He pulled on the string again, slowly, and let the balls pop out one by one, knowing it was torment for me to try to stop my orgasm. They came out slippery with my juices and he thrust them into my mouth like a gag. Then something bigger was pushing at my hole and in a cruel thrust he entered me, only to pause and then withdraw until just the head of his cock was inside me. Then, again, he thrust in, his large cock filling me, rubbing against the butt plug in my arse as entered me. His tempo increased and soon he was thrusting hard and fast, his hands reaching around to twist and pull on my nipples. I looked up again at the Master, wanting his approval, and saw his glazed eyes, the slight smile on his lips. The Mistress watched with a knowing look: she had felt this giant cock in her too.

   The male slave pulled out of my pussy so suddenly I nearly came with the loss. He threw me onto my back and knelt with his knees either side of my neck. He aimed his cock at my mouth and forcefully wrapped my hands around the shaft. I understood. I gripped him and wanked his cock rapidly, aiming the head at my open mouth. He stiffened, let out a groan and arched his back as his seed squirted onto my tongue. I licked him clean, to show respect for my Master, but I hated the Toy for having me. I wanted to be the Master's and no one else's, but knew there would be many more occasions when I would have to let other men and women use me however they wanted.

By now the Master's cock was fully erect, pre-come glistening from the tip. He got up and walked over to me, picking up the string of beads and kneeling beside me as I still lay on the mattress. He maneuvered my legs and inserted the beads once more, pinching my clit at intervals. With him, I made myself stay quiet and still.

   "I want you to come now," he said, music to my ears. I could have wept with joy and gratitude.

   "Thank you Master, oh thank you."

   He manipulated the beads, tugging on them as he put his lips to my clit and sucked. I came quickly, my breath catching in my throat, determined to please even as he gave me release. When I was calm he gently rolled me over onto my stomach, raised me onto my knees as the Toy had done, and with a Pop pulled out the butt plug.

   "I was going to wait," he breathed hotly in my ear, "but I can't. I hope you will be a good slave and dutiful, and mind my earlier words."

   "Yes Master, I will obey."

   Without any warning he nudged the head of his cock into my anus, easing it in slowly but forcefully. I pressed my face into the mattress to silence my screams as the pain ripped through me. With every fibre of my being I stopped myself from fighting him, willed myself to welcome his big cock into my tight back passage.

   When he was halfway in he began to move, slow thrusts without withdrawing. My arse relaxed and was able to take him all the way in, the pain turning to deep pleasure. My clit tingled, and as his cock rubbed up against the beads in my vagina I fought another orgasm. The beads gave extra pleasure to him too, and he soon lost himself in thrusting into me. He grabbed my hips and drew me onto him, his thrusts becoming harder and faster.

   "I want to hear you," he gasped, and I obeyed instantly, screaming my pleasure, my blissful frustration. I was a receptacle, a hole to be filled with whatever he gave me. He shuddered and climaxed, shooting his seed deep inside me.

   Afterwards, I felt calmer and happier than I ever have before. I loved the Master, I loved his mastery of me, his control of me, the way he gave me pain and pleasure, and could barely contain my eagerness to please him in any way possible.

To be continued, if you like it...

end and wouldn't be quelled by the sight of even the most astounding beauty.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" I shouted in her face.

Expecting her to apologize, she didn't.  Instead, she began to cry.  I waited for a moment to see if she would say anything.  Shortly thereafter, she said to me in a pleading voice: "Please, sir, don't call the police."

Wondering why she was afraid of me getting the cops involved, I inquired: "Why?"

"Well," she explained, "my driver's license is suspended because of an incident in the past.  I don't have insurance, either."

Upon hearing such words, I was simply floored.  My rage was so great that I immediately pulled out my cell-phone from my pocket.  But right before I could dial-up the cops, she screamed, "Wait! wait! wait! I'll... I'll do anything you want; just please don't call the police!"

"Anything?" I said with a sly tone.

"Yes, anything."

A chill swept down my spine at the mere thought of my being able to get this hot bitch to do anything.

I then proceeded to say to her, "Very well, then.  I want you to follow my car."

"Where are we going?" she inquired.

"You'll see when we get there."

In about 5 minutes, we arrived at my house.  I ordered her to sit in the living room and wait.  I then proceeded to phone work, telling them that I couldn't make it today.

I then went digging through the hall-closest to bring out the toys of my trade: Rope, hand-cuffs and a whip.

I then hand-cuffed the girl, who still remained on the living-room couch.  I tied her up so that she couldn't move, but tied her in a way that exposed her body to me.

She was very nervous.  Then, she started to get extremely uneasy.  She said, "I... I don't think I want to do this.  Please, let me go.  Just... just call the cops instead."

"Too late, bimbo," I said in a cocky voice; "you said that you'd do anything; there's no backing out now."

"But..."

And, before she could even utter the next word, I bitch-slapped her right across the face and said, "Shut the fuck up, bitch."  I then went to the garage, got the duct-tape, then taped several layers to her mouth.

"Now," said I, "arrange your body so that you are facing the ground but your ass is sticking up."  Having just been bitch-slapped, she was very complicit.

I moved behind her to see her face-down, ass-up and her anal-hole gaping wide open.  "Hmmm," I thought out loud, "what shall I do first: fuck your dirty little ass-hole or whip your soft, tender little buns to a bloody pulp?"  Deciding to use my whip first, I began to whip her senslessly.  This was not a lame, slow-paced whipping; I was fanatical with my whipping speed and frequency.  Red, bloody lashes were all about her ass; it made me so fucking horny.

I was enjoying inflicting fanatical pain on her with a whip to such a great extent, that I didn't pay much attention to her "screaming."  Although her mouth was duct-taped with several layers, she was still screaming, though it wasn't as loud since her mouth was restricted by the duct-tape.  I then tuned-in to her screaming; it was such a turn-on hearing her scream.  I then decided to speed up the frequency of my whips so that she would scream even more.  And, scream she did!  The more and more she screamed, the more and more horny I became.

Because I was working up such a heat, I was sweating relentlessly.  Thus, I had to take off my clothes.

I had enough whipping.  Now, my 7.5" cock needed to be satisfied.  So, I approached her bloody ass and stuck my cock into her anal-hole.  There was no lubricant; not even saliva.  Being that I was so fucking horny, I fucked like a fanatical jack-rabbit.  I was very rough with her ass.  And, being that there was no lube and that I was giving her ass-hole such a fierce fucking, her anal-tissues reptured violently.  But, I didn't let all that bleeding stop me from fucking her.  In fact, the blood made a very nice lubricant.

After fucking her ruptured, extremely bloody ass-hole for fifteen minutes, I cummed.  Upon pulling out my cock, it was a really big mess: Blood covered the entire thing.  So, I grabbed the bitch by her hair and pulled her face up close to my cock.  Removing the layers of duct-tape, I said to her in a cocky, demanding voice: "I want you to clean it off."  And, although she seemed reluctant to oblige, she still nevertheless complied.

My erection began to subside.  I was satisfied.  So, I untied and uncuffed her.  And although she looked bloody miserable, I thought she was quite sexy in such an afflicted condition.

"You can go now," I said.

But as she was heading out the door, she looked back at me, paused for a moment, then said, "I liked it."

Feeling a little surprised, I replied, "You... what...?"

"Yes, I enjoyed it very much; it was a very exciting sexual experience."

Because I wasn't expecting such a positive response, I was at a loss for words.  I paused for a moment not knowing what to say.

"Would you mind if I came back another day for more?" she asked.

"Oh, that would be excellent!" was my response.  "Very well, then. I'll be available tomorrow at 5:00 pm."

"That time is good for me."  And she headed at the door.

To be continued...

rd what sounded like rocks knocking around before he brought the speculum up, water dripping from the end of it. He watched my reaction as he dropped it back down again. Picking up some rope he reached down circling my knee with one end before treading it under the table and back up to wrap around the other one. Pulling the rope taunt my legs were spread wide, the ropes keeping me from being able to move without feeling like my hips and ankles were being pulled from their sockets. All my thoughts were on what he was going to do to me that I did not notice his hand reaching up tugging on the chain running between the clamps still hooked onto my nipples. "Ouch damn you that hurts." To late I realized what I just said, before being able to say anything else he jerked it again, then picked up to metal objects from the table and hooked one to each side of the chain. The weights tugged down in opposite directions causing the clamps to bite harder against my now extremely sensitive nipples. Giving each a slight tug he laughed as my whimpers filled the room. "Now what were you saying slut?" "Th...thank you Master."

Moving back down the table he grabbed the speculum and began to insert it into my cunt. Gasping my body tried to jerk away from the freezing cold metal. "What’s the matter bitch? Don’t you like the feel of the metal sliding against your skin after it has been sitting in ice water? It should cool you off some" He began laughing at my reply of "Not really Sir". After pushing it as far as he could inside me he began to open it, the freezing metal stretching me open making me feel like an exposed specimen from biology class about to be dissected. I struggle against the ropes trying to pull my legs closed to no avail. He grabbed up a small round metal ball and inserted it deep inside me pushing it past the ends of the speculum, "A little present for later girl." As he looked down into my eyes a sense of forbearing washed over me. His eyes closed momentarily, when they opened back up I could see anger burning through them. He grasped the speculum and without closing it he yanked it straight out and threw it on the table. "You really are a bitch, only a dog would not have the manners to thank someone when they give you a present." Crying I choked out "Please forgive my rudeness, thank you Sir for the present." Shaking his head "Don’t fret so girl by the time I have had you for a bit you will learn some manners, but for now another lesson is in order I do believe." Before total fear could set in I watched as he put on some gloves before picking up what looked like a hand made out of some kind of root. Soundlessly he turned it in his hands, a sadistic smile crossing his face as he used a knife cutting down across it as if dissecting a finger from the hand. Next he used the knife to peel of the outer layer of the finger before dropping it into the pan of ice water. He then cut off a small section and peeled it also. With one hand he reached in the pan and picked up the finger looking root, with his other hand he spread the cheeks of my ass. I started trying to wiggle away which only brought a laugh from him. Slowly he began to push the thing inside my ass, the pain of something invading me brought a scream to my lips "No, please that hurts, please stop" My head was moving from one side to the other as I tried to fight away the invasion."I’m sorry did you say something slut?" He jammed it the rest of the way in and then just stood there watching me. The burning started slowly, spreading through my ass, my eyes flew up to his. "What is it, please take it out. It feels like a fire is building inside me...shit get it out of me now." "Slut when will you figure it out, you do not tell me what to do." He continues watching me as my body moves against the ropes and cuffs, tears sliding down my face as my whole body is feeling invaded. After about ten minutes he reaches down picking up the smaller piece he had cut. "Don’t you just love ginger root? It has so many wonderful uses." His eyes never leave mine and he spreads my lips and rubs the ginger across my clit a couple times before pressing it right against it holding it tightly there. A strange sensation began to unfold from where the ginger was pressed against me. The burning was totally different than that I felt in my ass, it seemed to be centering inside my cunt, pulling and spreading. A film of sweat broke out across my forehead, my hips began to rock up, grinding against the piece he held firmly against my clit. "What is happening, I don’t understand." As he watched my eyes begin to cloud over he jerked it off of me and then reached down removing the finger from my ass. "Okay slut look at me. You will stop right now as you are not allowed to cum unless I decide you deserve it. Understand?" "But...oh hell I need to cum..it hurts...please let me I don’t know if I can stop it." "If you do I will punish you and it will not be pretty. You with think up until now all I have been doing is playing with you." His words were like a bucket of ice water being thrown on me. I started breathing deeply trying to get my body back under control. My clit still felt swollen and needy, it felt like a strung was traveling through me from my aching nipples to my cunt pulling and aching for release.

Turning from me he began to walk across the room. "Rest for a bit slut before we begin again." I could hear his boots hitting against the stairs as he left me tied to the table. His steps stopped as he reached the door. Suddenly a hard vibration began deep inside my pussy jerking my body taunt against the restraints. As quickly as it began it stopped making me wonder if I was losing my mind. His laughter echoed down the stairwell. "How do you like your present girl." Still laughing he switched the light off before closing the door leaving me surrounded by darkness, tremors racking my body as I was left to think of what he would do to me next.

t attempt to remove my hand.

I then leaned further over and told you to go to the ladies and remove your panties, returning with them in your hand to present to me.

When you returned I took your panties and discreetly accepted them before raising my hand to my nose to smell your newly removed panties. I then slip them into my pocket and slide nearer to you. Ordering you to open your legs, I slip a hand up your skirt and insert one then two fingers into your extremely aroused cunt.

Again you take a sharp intake of breath, I slowly wiggle my fingers ensuring a liberal coating of your cunt juice, washes over them before removing them and smelling the fingers, I then order you to lick them clean.

Next I tell you we are going for a drive, and take hold of your coat so you have to walk from the back of the pub out to the car park with all the men staring at your aroused nipples.

Once in my car I tell you to undo your top five buttons on your blouse, allowing me a generous view of your cleavage. As we drive I ask you questions about yourself and after every third question you are ordered to UN do another button.

Soon your blouse is fully UN buttoned and I order you to open it wide, your tits are now on full and open view. As we drive other vehicles pass us and sometimes the try to remain beside us as they can see your upper torso naked.

I then turn off on to a country road which leads to a woody lane; I turn off the engine and order you to raise your skirt. I continue to order it raised until I can see your pubic hair clearly and your aroused cunt lips open like a precious flower.

The single touch of my finger is enough to start your climax, as your sexual arousal has been climbing since you began to get ready of our date.

I reach into the glove box and remove a rampant rabbit vibrator and instruct you to insert it in to your cunt until the ears lightly touch your clitoris.

I then turn on the head to a slow hum, whilst the ears to a much faster hum and bigger vibrations. I warn you that you will have to keep it there until we arrive at your home and if you cum before that you will be punished.

By the time we get to your place, you have failed to prevent yourself Cumming, I allow you to fasten just two buttons of your blouse and to put your skirt down over the top of the rabbit. I then warn you that if you allow the rabbit to fall out of your cunt, you will receive additional punishment.

We walk slowly to your front door and you open it and step inside. Where I allow you to remove the rabbit, but before you can go anywhere it has to be licked clean.

Ask you to choose your form of punishment, will it be a good sound spanking on your arse, or a less firm spanking on your breasts, or an even less severe punishment of your cunt lips with my hand.

You kneel before me and beg Master which ever punishment you decide to give me I fully deserve. I order you to remove my prick from my trousers using only one hand and your mouth. Failure to do so will result in you receiving all three punishments.

You struggle but manage to retrieve my prick, and as you bring it out of my trousers, it is held between your lips, so I naturally tell you to suck me to full hardness.

Mean while I have UN buttoned your two remaining buttons and removed your blouse. I wait until your have done your job on my cock before making your remove your skirt. Next I tell you to serve me a cup of tea in the living room as you are and it had better be done with style and courtesy or you will suffer.

You return after five minutes, placing my cup of tea on the table beside me and try to do a little curtsy. I bring my hand up in between your legs and locate your erect cut.

Part 2.

When your nipples are rock hard, I complain that you have not satisfied my desire to have your cunt juices smother my hand. I instruct you that you will now have to face all three punishments.

Order you to kneel down over the edge of the settee and to open your legs as wide as you can. I tell you that after each punishing slap you will say, thank you master I still need much more training to be a worthy slut for you.

My first slap lands on your right arse cheek, thank you master I need to be punished more, you reply. A harder slap lands on your left arse cheek as I correct you and tell you I want word for word the information I gave you originally. Thank you master I still need much more training to be a worthy slut for you. I repeat.

You then repeat it word for word, as the next slap lands directly on your cunt lips, as I drag my index finger backwards along your cunt lips, it slips inside and brushes against your cut. You gasp as it drags it lightly backwards. This is repeated a further five times, right cheek, left cheek and then the cunt.

I then make you kneel up and reach behind you to grip your ankles in your hands, this tilts your upper torso back presenting your breasts at the right angle for their punishment. Six slaps rain down on each breast and as I with draw my hand each time your nipple is both pinched and stretched.

When you have correctly accepted your punishment, I stick my cock in your face and order you to lick its length and make sure you don’t forget to kiss my balls.

This continues for five minutes until I begin to face fuck you, ordering you to take my whole length of seven inches into your mouth.

As my climax nears, I withdraw my cock and order you to masturbate your cunt in front of me while I finish drinking my cup of tea. I tell you that I want you to make yourself cum, by the time I have finished my cup of tea or I will have to make you cum another way.

You fail to make your self cum properly, so I grab you by the hair and make you lead me to the kitchen where I order you to find me a broom.

I then make you lay on the cold kitchen floor and to insert the end of the broom handle into your cunt. I gently begin to force 6 inches of the handle up you before slowly removing almost all of it.

I the begin to flick you with the handle, until you are begging me” master please allow me to take your cock in me, fuck me in the cunt or my arse which ever you my master desires, I am only fit to serve you my master in any way you see fit.”

I then allow you to continue fucking yourself with the handle as I take some pictures of you. As you begin to climax, I order you to remove the handle and to finish yourself off with your fingers.

Part 3.

I then make you lead me to your bedroom where I command you to show me your sex toys and order you to get me two pairs of stockings. I take the stockings, tying one to your left wrist; I securely bind it to your right wrist behind your back. Next I tie a stocking around your waist and attach a third to the front of this, pass it through your legs and pull it tight before fastening it at the rear.

The Stocking is forced tightly into your cunt lips pressing against your clitoris. I then take your smallest sex toy and ease it into your cunt, turn it fully on and ensure it can not fall out by securing it in place with the stocking. I take the remaining stocking and use it to blindfold you. I tell you that you’re going to be made to cum until you cannot cum anymore. I take a large vibrator and place it against your old, before turning the toy to full speed.

You hips begin to buck, as your excitement begins to build. A further toy is turned full on and pressed against your anal ring, without entering your arse. You are literally trapped between the two vibrating toys front and rear. As your excitement rises you begin rocking back and forth on these two toys. The vibrations in your cunt help to push your body towards the inevitable climax

You begin to moan, begging me to fuck you. I tell you that you are my slut and as such you will need to earn my cum. You will have to show me that your worthy of my prick entering your wet slutty cunt. You beg me to tell you how you can show me you are worthy. I simply reply that you must obey my every instruction without question. Then and only then will your body prove itself worthy of my cock and cum.

I wedge the two vibrators in place using the stocking cutting into your cunt I then take two spring loaded pegs and pinch your left nipple and attach the peg to it, I repeat this four times as pegs are attached to your left breast around your nipple, I repeat the whole procedure on your right breast, by which time your in the middle of a violent climax, your knees buckle and you slip onto your knees.

I take my now erect prick and slip it between your lips, I command you to suck me off, but not to swallow my cum, I instruct you to allow it to dribble from your mouth on to your tits. Then I begin to fuck your mouth with my 7” prick, slowly to start with and then speeding up as you become accustomed to my prick’s thickness.

You use your tongue to lick the underside of my penis, as it invades your mouth and you do your very best to hasten my Cumming. After some ten minutes of this treatment I finally shoot my sticky white fluid into your mouth and as instructed you allow it to dribble from the comers of your mouth on to your breasts.

I order you to clean up my cock, which you do and just as you finish yet another climax, you ask for permission to go to the loo. I instruct you that your body is mine and therefore you are not allowed to go to the toilet unless I escort you and you will not be allowed to undo your hands to clean yourself up so if you’re desperate to go, I will have to wipe you dry.

In the toilet I allow you to go to the loo but without undoing the stocking which is holding the three vibrators in place, so you have to piss through this stocking and it soaks the stocking and your toys. Adding to your discomfort I then take you to the bath area and allow you to stand in the bath I release your hands and allow you to remove all the stockings and toys from your body, you are just about to remove the first of the pegs when I interrupt you and tell you, you can remove the pegs but must not squeeze the pegs to do so.

This means that the only way to remove them would be to pull them away from your body until they snapped away from your breasts. You gingerly try this on the first one but find it too painful to do a second one. You plead with me to allow you to remove them normally and in return you promise to be my undivided slave for a whole weekend to be used and abused as I saw fit. I warn you that you would be well advised to consider this carefully as I had a private party planned for five males and their girlfriends where you would have to serve them as a French maid and allow them to use your body as they saw fit.

You agree to this and I allow you to gently remove your pegs. I allow you to clean yourself up and get dressed. You join me back in the living room where we sit and chat about your likes and dislikes. The rest of the evening we chat as equals and no further demands are made upon your body. How ever I do leave you instructions for going to bed that night. You are to insert the largest vibrator you can stand, into your arse and to fuck yourself there until you climax, I tell you I will phone you the next moaning for a blow by blow account of it, including how you felt.

Part 4.

The party.

About a week alter our first meeting, I call you and order you to bathe, dress in the French maids uniform I sent you and to ensure you wear no underwear An hour later I am knocking on your door to collect you, we drive in silence to a hotel where you are deposited in a large room. I inform you to get the things ready; you find twelve glasses and a tray with wine chilling in the fridge.

After what seems like ages, but is only ten minutes, I knock on the door and lead five males and there female partners into the room. I stand talking to them and indicate to you to serve the wine, as you approach me, I announce this is Katerina, my slut French maid, who will not only serve us tonight but will be our entertainment as well.

I further explain that she can not refuse any suggestion made to her and any one whom wishes to may indulge in a quick feel as long as no other guest is kept waiting for drinks. I also warn you that later you are to remove your maid’s uniform and serve us naked.

The party begins to warm up as several of the women engage you in conversations while feeling your breasts and at the same time their partners are feeling your cunt. You then accidentally spill a glass of wine and I immediately call you over to me. I chastise you for the spilt wine and confuse you by saying you will replace the wine immediately.

I then order you to remove your uniform and in front of everyone, I hold the empty glass in front of your cunt and order you to fill it will your piss, you find it difficult to begin pissing with everyone watching you until I warn you that you have until I count to ten to begin filling the glass or I will have every member present spank you on your cunt with three slaps each. You realize that it would mean 33 painful slaps on your cunt.

You literally force a few drops of piss out by the time I counted to Sand had managed a full flow by 10. When you filled the glass you could not stop your flow and others dipped their glasses in to the flowing urine to mix it with their wine.

I raise the glass of full urine and order you to drink the fluid that it contains. You gingerly take the glass and try to swallow it in one go. But as you raise the glass a woman begins to feel your wet cunt, and slides three fingers deep into you.

You eventually drain the glass and are lead over to a coffee table where you are laid down, each woman in turn kneels between your legs and begins to eat you out, whilst the men stand in a circle with their pricks all exposed and begin wanking over your prone body.

By the time the third woman has brought you to your third orgasm, the pricks begin to cum, each prick launches a torrent of spunk on to your upturned body, and most of them are aimed at your tits and face. By the time the last penis has erupted over you, you are a mass of cum splashes from head to toe and are in the middle of your fifth orgasm. Two of the women then begin to lick you clean whilst a third squats over your face and orders you to lick her out.

You are then made to lick out each woman in turn; the last three after their cunts have been filled with someone’s spunk. Then your lead away to a bathroom where you are allowed to clean yourself up before being lead back to the coffee table and you are tied face down to it. Your legs are secured to woe of the legs and your arms to the other two legs. It is now impossible for you to close your cunt off from being felt or flicked and each guy in turn, inserts his penis into your cunt and flicks you but pulls out before shooting his cum over your back.

When all my guests are sated, they begin to leave the room, where I come over to you and tell you that as my messy little slut, you have pleased me no end tonight and for doing so I have a special gift for you. You begin to wander what the gift may be, until you feel my own prick pushing against your anus. I whisper into your ear, yes bitch your reward is to have me flick your arse and my spunk shot up your tight little arse hole.

Your almost too exhausted to resist but suddenly feel something large and stiff begin to force its way into your cunt, I laugh as I see the shock on your face, before I announce, yes it’s the rampant rabbit for your cunt while my prick flicks your arse. You by now are almost Cumming no stop as my prick erupts deep inside your arse and I with draw it to present it to your mouth for sucking clean.

ng their brainwashing messages to Mistress Black's customers.  Dominica's response was helped by her techo-slaves, who modified Mistress Black's lights and audio equipment to hypnotize her into driving up to Dominica's Realm for a little "vacation."

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Mistress Black lay in the glass coffin.  Blindfolded.  Gagged with the soft, rubber mouthpiece, the tiny tube dripping MzDominica's pale, yellow pee into her mouth.  Each sharp, salty drop made the woman shiver with ecstasy as it touched her tongue, behind the gag, and slowly rolled down… toward the back of her throat… gliding over her tongue… to the back, where she could taste the gentle bitterness of Dominica's fluids…  And then, almost reluctantly, she swallowed… moaning behind the gag as her body shook…
 
"My pee gives you pleasure," Dominica's unrelenting voice continued, playing through the headphones.  "Deep, arousing, sexual pleasure.  Every drop you swallow feels like an orgasm.  Rippling through your body.  Spreading out, from your throat, as each drop of My pee drips down… down… down deep inside you.  Spreading out like a wave.  Deep waves of pleasure, like having your nipples sucked… like having your pussy licked…  Every tiny drop of Dominica's pee, like an orgasm.  Swallow… and cum…  Swallow… and cum…  You crave to obey Dominica…  You crave to swallow… and cum…  Feel the next drop roll down your tongue…  So very slowly…  You want to keep it on your tongue…  You want to taste it as long as you can…  Each tiny drop…  Drop…  Drop…  Swallow… and CUM…  Such intense pleasure…  You never want it to end…"
 
There was nothing subliminal about this recording.  The white noise had been replaced with the sounds of dripping water…  The sound of Dominica's voice was like a lover, speaking intimately, but easily heard.  Unhurried.  She had all the time in the world.  Dominica's words repeated over and over, as the reservoir of yellow fluid dripped… dripped… dripped… into Mistress Black's widely-stretched mouth.
 
"Blank…  Blank…  Blank…  When I say the word blank, your mind empties out immediately.  You go blank.  So blank and empty.  Blank.  Not a thought in your head.  Blank.  Mind gone.  Thinking stopped.  You do not think.  You only swallow.  Swallow and drink My pee.  Drip…  Drip… Drip…  My delicious, orgasmic pee…  Blank… you do not think…  Blank…  So empty…  Mind so empty…  My pee gives you such pleasure…  Feel each drop, each tiny drop.  So delicious.  As the waves of an orgasm spread out from your tongue…  Down your throat… up into your brain…  Your empty, empty brain…  Drip…  Blank…  Drip…  Feels so good…  Blank…  Feels so good…"
 
The woman's skin looked so shiny, inside the glass coffin.  Naked, covered with a sheen of sweat.  At first, it was resistance.  She had tried so hard to resist.  Even when she could no longer remember the long drive up the mountain road, up through the clouds, through the pass and into the valley, the view of Dominica's farming community gradually dropping behind the forest as she wove back and forth down the mountainside.  Approaching the inn, with the sign cryptically labeled "Dominica's."  Shivering in ecstasy with each tiny drop of pee, she no longer remembered walking into the tavern, and dropping to her knees at Dominica's booted feet, the scent of leather making her shake, even then.  No longer remembered gazing down at the floor, unable to think, unable to move, until she felt MzDominica's hand on the back of her head, and heard her voice utter a single word:  "Sleep."
 
Sleep…  Sleep…  Was it Dominica's Voice, telling her to sleep?  Or the memory of when Dominica commanded her to sleep?  And sleep.  And sleep.  Dropping deeper and deeper, until she lay on the floor, nose and chin pressed against Dominica's boot, in a kiss she could not remember giving.  The warm arms of male and female slaves had gently lifted her, held her close, almost lovingly… and carried her to the special training rooms, deep underground.  The rooms with the special brainwashing chambers, rows and rows of new slaves wearing headphones and blindfolds, listening to MzDominica's Voice…  Teasing them, programming them, wiping their minds clean, and programming them again.  Over and over, until the false, implanted memories began to merge with the real ones, and a new personality emerged -- docile, obedient, quiet.  Dominica's quiet, empty-minded, hypnotized slaves.  Cocks always so hard.  Pussies always so wet and dripping. 
 
Now the resistance was gone.  Now there was only lust.  And obedience.  And a continual need to serve Dominica.  One by one, each of the newly-programmed slaves was attended by a man or a woman wearing long, black, shiny leather boots, and a solid, metallic chastity belt.  The "coffin" was opened.  The headphones, gag, and restraints were removed.  And the booted slave held a shiny crystal up before the eyes of the new slave and said two words:  "Follow, follower."  Like a zombie, slowly and stiffly, the new slave arose from the enclosure, never taking his or her eyes off the crystal, following as the booted slave led the way out of the room.
 
But Mistress Black was not in the big room with the rows and rows of newly-recruited slaves.  No… she was in one of the special rooms, for even deeper training.  And tears ran down her cheeks as the orgasms became more and more intense.  As each tiny drop of pee hit her tongue and set off waves of pleasure like an earthquake, forcing her to sob around the gag.  She would have begged for the next drop -- each and every next drop -- if only she could speak.  But the gag held her tongue still, dripping… dripping… dripping… as the vibrator against her clit, and the shafts inside her pussy and ass, gently thrummed and buzzed, keeping her just at the edge of orgasm.  Just at the edge, until a drop of sharp, tangy fluid touched her tongue, and rolled down from the front slowly to the back, and she sobbed with pleasure as the orgasmic waves tore through her body and mind.
 
Addicted.  Thoroughly addicted to Dominica.  Needing and craving the pleasure.  Needing to serve.  Helplessly aroused, and silently begging with her mind, begging for the next orgasm.  Just one more tiny drop.  One more tiny wave!  And the drop would fall, and her body would spasm from head to toe, her voice squealing and moaning behind the gag.
 
Mistress Black felt, rather than saw, the blindfold being removed from her eyes.  The gag remained in her mouth, and her arms and legs were still bound with the strong, leather straps.  The screen in front of her showed images of men and women.  The display changed from moment to moment.  Still photos, live video recordings… even paintings and cartoons.  Each one showed a dominant, or a submissive, or both.  Men kneeling, women licking boots…  A drop of urine on her tongue, and Mistress Black shook with pleasure, spasms and waves cascading through her body and mind.  Dominant women slapping their slaves, beating them with whips, kicking them.  Not a drop.  "Thirsty… you are so thirsty…" the Voice in the headphones whispered.  Mistress Black ached for just one more tiny drop of pee.  Just one more.  Inside the gag, her tongue began to move, trying to suck just a drop out of the tubing.  Just a tiny drop.  As the slapping continued on the screen.  As slave after slave was whipped, or paddled.  Then the images changed again, showing a woman in long, black gloves, holding a spinning crystal in front of the face of a kneeling man.  His gaze was clearly captured by the spinning, flashing gem.  Drip… a tiny drop of pee fell onto Mistress Black's tongue, and rolled slowly down, toward the back of her throat.  She swallowed, and moaned in pleasure… a small tear rolling down her cheek, as she watched the crystal spinning, spinning, spinning before the man's eyes.  Drip… another drop of pure pleasure!  Mistress Black's eyes wanted to roll back in her head, savoring the pure joy of the pee-induced orgasm -- but she couldn't take her eyes off the screen.  "Watch…" Dominica's Voice said, "you need to watch…  Your eyes want to close, so badly…  But you need to keep them open…  You simply cannot stop looking…  Cannot stop staring at the images…  Watch…"  The man's eyes closed, and his head dropped onto his chest.  A tiny squirt of pee into her mouth, and Mistress Black's limbs moved like she was having convulsions.  The man curled forward, and began to lick the woman's black boot, and a tiny stream of pee poured down Mistress Black's throat -- for just a moment -- while she struggled to moan and swallow at the same time, almost choking, drops of pee dripping out her nostrils.  Another image, of a tall, dark-haired woman, slapping a slave with her gloved hand.  No pee.  "Thirsty… so thirsty…"  Mistress Black began to cry… to sob…  Needing the salty/sour/bitter pee in her mouth so much!  She watched slap after slap, as the slave's face was forcibly twisted to the right, then the left, then the right again.  Slapping and stinging the submissive face that could not move away, could not resist.  Thirsty.  So thirsty.  She wanted a sip.  Wanted a drink.  Wanted to feel the waves cascade through her again and again.  Another image, with a spinning crystal -- this time, with a young woman on her knees, looking up, squeezing her own nipples in her fingers, shaking.  Drip…  Oh yes!  Mistress Black swallowed, gratefully, staring at the woman on her knees, looking into her vacant eyes, as the little slut played with herself, unable to stop.
 
*          *          *          *          *          *
 
"Follow, follower!"  The spinning, flashing crystal called Mistress Black out of the box.  She was hardly aware that her arms and legs were now unbound.  The gag removed from her mouth.  She felt as if she were still wearing the headphones, still feeling a pressure against the sides of her head.  Her head… that felt full of cotton…  So empty and full at the same time…  The crystal was so pretty, and looking at it made her mouth taste of pee.  So delicious, making her shake with lust.  So pretty… flashing so pretty…  She saw the crystal move away, and wanted to follow.  Wanted to follow where it went.  Stiffly, she pushed and pulled herself to a standing position, and walked, following the flashing, glittering crystal.  Was it floating?  Was somebody holding it?  She couldn't tell.  All she could see was the pretty, spinning crystal.  And hear the voice calling her to follow.  Follow, follower.  Follow.  Follow the crystal.  Down the long hallway.  Down the stairs into the torchlit room.  Cold.  It felt so cold.  Stones everywhere, rough and gray.  Lit only by the flickering torches, and the large brazier at the center of the room.  The smell of smoke made her mind feel even more clouded.

"Kneel," she heard a voice say.  And the sound of being commanded tasted like pee.  She dropped to her knees, and felt her shoulders pushed back and downward, so she sat back on her heels.  She hardly noticed the chains being pulled over her thighs, the shackles being attached to her wrists.  Locking her down, onto the floor.  She stared at the crystal as it moved away from her.  Across the room.  The crystal dangled from a chain, and there was a hand holding it, of that she was vaguely aware.  The chain was passed from one hand to another, a hand with long, red fingernails.
 
"You must obey," the holder of the chain said.  The holder of the crystal.  Mistress Black remembered that Voice.  The Voice from inside her mind.  The Voice that tasted like pee.  Her body shook, hearing that Voice… rattling the chains that bound her to the dungeon floor.

"I must obey Dominica," she replied.  It wasn't so much an affirmation as a response, programmed into her.  The words issued from her lips without any conscious thought.

"You belong to Me, now… slave," Dominica said.  She reached forward, the crystal still in one hand -- but something else, held in both her hands.

Mistress Black felt the collar wrap around her neck, and heard the tiny padlock click into place, just at the base of her throat.

"Who owns you, slave?" Dominica's Voice asked.

"Dominica owns me," Mistress Black replied.  Again, a completely programmed response.  And yet, it felt right.  It felt true.  She wanted to look up, into the beautiful green eyes that looked so deeply into her mind -- but she could not summon the will to move.  She only stared at the crystal, obeying her last command.

"There will be no pain.  No pain.  You are numb, and will feel nothing," Dominica said.  She reached over to the brazier next to her, and drew out the long handle of the branding iron. 

Mistress Black hardly noticed the slave girl pumping the bellows, keeping the fire so hot!  The branding iron glowed almost white in the torchlit room, and smelled of smoke, and hot metal.  There was a sizzling sound, and the smell of burnt meat in the air.  Then Mistress Black looked down at the top of her right thigh, and saw the charred flesh, as she saw MzDominica give the handle of the branding iron to the waiting slave girl.

Dominica reached forward again, holding the crystal close to Mistress Black's dazzled eyes, and again said one word:  "Sleep."
 
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"Follow, follower," the voice said.  It sounded familiar.  But all Mistress Black could focus on was the spinning, glittering crystal.  Still kneeling on the dungeon floor, she found her chains and manacles had been removed.  There was a bandage over the top of her thigh, covering the new brand -- but she did not understand this thing.  All she knew was the spinning crystal, and the need to obey.  "Stand," the voice commanded.  "You must obey."

"I must obey Dominica," Mistress Black replied, and struggled to rise, her feet feeling unsteady on the cold, rough stones.

"Follow, follower," the voice said.
 
And Mistress Black followed the pretty, glittering crystal, feeling a drop of pee drip down her tongue.  So good.  She shook with pleasure, even as she shivered with cold.  Following the crystal, and the shiny black boots of the woman who carried it.  Up the stone stairwell.  Through the hall…  Out a door, into the cool, dark night air.

"Crawl," the voice commanded.  "You must obey."

"I must obey Dominica," Mistress Black replied, and dropped to her hands and knees.  She followed the boots, and the crystal dangling so close to the ground next to them.  Down the dirt path.  Over the grass.  To the side of the house.  To the little "pet door" -- just a flap, near the bottom of the door.

"Go inside," the voice commanded.  "You will do what you are told.  You must obey."
 
"I must obey Dominica," Mistress Black replied, and crawled through the flap.

She found herself in a room, all painted white.  The floor, walls, and ceiling were all of wood -- but so white as to seem blank and featureless.  The walls were lined with row after row of wooden cabinets, also painted white.  It was hard to look around without feeling like she was falling asleep.  She felt hands taking her by the arms, and pulling her upward.  "Stand," a voice said.  So blank and empty.  So white and blank.  She felt herself gently guided into a shower, the water turned on, warm and gentle, like a rain of pee.  Her skin was lathered and scrubbed while her mind drifted, gazing at the blank, white walls, feeling hands squeeze and scrub her breasts, fingers making little circles around her hard nipples, trail up and down her thighs.  She felt her hands being lifted, and pushed up to her own breasts.  "Squeeze and pinch," a voice commanded.  Her eyes closed on the white blankness as her fingers gently caressed her breasts, long fingernails digging into her nipples.  She opened her mouth and drank the falling water.  So warm and gentle… but she missed the salty, bitter taste.  Hands rubbed and rinsed all the soap off her body, then gently tugged her out of the shower.  Eyes still closed, squeezing her breasts, she felt the fluffy towels drying her, patting around the collar that encircled her neck.  There was a zipping sound, a mild pain on her leg -- and soon the bandage on her thigh had been replaced with a fresh, dry one.

"Open your eyes," the voice commanded.

And Mistress Black obeyed, to find the crystal spinning and flashing.  So pretty and dazzling.  Dazzling and sleepy.  "Follow, follower."  The crystal began to move away.  She began to follow it, walking, barely noticing that it gradually fell lower and lower down to the floor, as they left the blank, white room, and entered the hallway. 

"On your knees, slave," the voice said. 

And Mistress Black dropped to the floor, crawling, following the crystal, and the shiny black boots.  Down the hallway.  Down into sleepy obedience.  Through the halls of the mansion.  Past shelves and bookcases, cabinets with glass doors, past doors and windows with ornate decorations of carved wood and wrought metal.  Down to the audience chamber… where MzDominica sat, in Her big, leather chair. 

Dominica was dressed all in black leather, wearing black boots with elaborately stitched patterns and glittering jewels.  Mistress Black wanted to kiss them, so much!  But she could not move.  She remained on the floor, kneeling, awaiting MzDominica's command.  Dominica dangled another crystal from her hand, letting it gently swing back and forth… back and forth…

"That's right, slave," MzDominica said,. "Watch the crystal.  Watch Dominica's pretty crystal.  It makes you so sleepy.  Sleepy and blank.  So very sleepy.  You are mine, now.  You belong to me.  That is all that matters.  You belong to me.  What is your name, slave?"

Mistress Black began to answer, "Mist---"  But as soon as she opened her mouth, MzDominica said, "Blank."  Mistress Black tasted pee in her mouth, and could not think for a moment.

"What is your name, slave?" MzDominica asked again.

Mistress Black began to answer again, but MzDominica interrupted her even more quickly with "Blank!"  Her eyes slammed shut, and it was so hard to think.  The taste of pee made her shiver with ecstasy.

"What is your name?" MzDominica demanded again.

Mistress Black struggled to understand the question.  It didn't seem to make sense.  She opened her mouth to speak, and MzDominica said, "Blank!"

Mistress Black began panting, now, not knowing why.

"What is your name?"

A moment's hesitation, and just as her mouth started to open, MzDominica said, "Blank!"

"What is your name?"

A quiver of the lips.  "Blank!"

"What is your name?"

The woman knelt on the floor, trying to remember if the question made any sense.  Panting, shivering.  She opened her mouth, just a little.  "Blank!"

"What is your name?"

Kneeling on the floor, the woman simply panted, letting the question wash over her.  It had no meaning.  The words had no meaning.  She simply knelt, and awaited a command.  Quiet and empty, inside her cotton-filled head.  She knelt, and did not understand.

"What is your name?"  A pause, while the woman stared into empty space, unresponsive.  "What is your name?"  She knelt, unaware that she had been addressed.

Shivering.  Watching the spinning crystal.  Staring at the boots.  Staring at nothing.  She was not sure.  It did not matter.

"Good slave," MzDominica said.  "You do not have a name.  You do not need a name.  Not here.  Not yet.  You only obey.  You only obey.  You must obey."

"I must obey Dominica," the woman responded.

"That's right, you must obey," Dominica said.

"I must obey Dominica."

"Now stand, slave," Dominica commanded.  "On your feet.  I have tasks for you to perform!  I have a purpose for you, in your new life."
 
The nameless slave stood, rocking slightly from her bare left foot to her right one, and back again.  Too sleepy to find equilibrium.
 
"Turn, slave," MzDominica continued, "and look at the one who guided you here."

The woman turned and looked into the face of the slave who had held the crystal, spinning, in front of her.  Whose shiny boots she had followed, crawling down the hallway.  Suddenly, all the veils of sleep and cotton stuffing in her head blew away, as she recognized the auburn-haired woman standing before her -- Sheila!  In a hot fit of anger, she drew her hand back, ready to slap the bitch's face hard enough to break her fucking neck!

But she felt so thirsty.  So dizzy.  Her hand remained up above her shoulder, as she licked her lips.  So thirsty!  She found herself crying.  So thirsty.
 
Sheila lifted her crystal in front of the woman's eyes, and said, "You must obey Dominica!"

The woman lowered her hand, feeling so thirsty, and replied, "I must obey Dominica."  So thirsty and dizzy.  What had she been trying to do?  She could not remember.

"That's right," Sheila replied.  "Now, turn and face MzDominica.  Remain standing, and receive your instructions, slave."

Sheila's voice reverberated in the woman's mind with such power.  With Dominica's power -- and the taste in her mouth of a tiny drop of pee.  She shivered as she turned and looked at Dominica, feeling like she should be dropping to her knees -- but forced to obey, and remain standing.

"Good slave," MzDominica said, her Voice soothing and yet commanding.  "Yes, I have a job for you here, my slave.  Wake up.  I want you to completely wake up, now.  Remain absolutely still, and listen."

Mistress Black suddenly found herself becoming aware, remembering again the hot surge of anger that made her want to strike Sheila.  Her slave -- the traitor!  She wanted to turn and hit the little slut -- but she could not move!

"That's right," Dominica continued, "perfectly still.  You see…  I have hundreds and hundreds of slaves here in my Realm… Working my farm…  Plowing, sowing seeds, cultivating, and now harvesting…  But I need help coordinating them all.  I need people with a talent for domination, who will control them, but who will also obey me completely."  She leaned forward, staring into Mistress Black's eyes, her gaze and voice so compelling.  "I need switches."  She leaned back, comfortable in the chair.  "Like 43, here.  You know her as Sheila, the name she had before she became my slave."  Dominica looked at the red-haired woman, who shivered with delight under her Mistress' gaze.  Then she looked back at Mistress Black.  "And you are my newest switch bitch!"

Mistress Black felt angry again.  She seemed to be feeling angry so much, so often.  But it made her so thirsty.  So thirsty.  She needed to drink.  Needed another drop of Dominica's pee.  Her eyes dropped down to Dominica's crotch, helplessly.  When she realized her face was showing unresisting lust, her face reddened with embarrassment.

"Aww, you blush so nicely," Dominica cooed.  "That's right.  I know all about your temper.  How you like to slap and hit and whip your slaves."  Dominica let the crystal swing in little circles, just above her crotch, and Mistress Black found her eyes circling around and around with it.  "That is good, slave," Dominica continued, "but I need it controlled.  I need someone who can whip and punish my slaves -- but ONLY when I think it is appropriate."  Dominica stopped swinging the crystal, and let it fall between her legs.  Mistress Black licked her lips, wanting to drink.  Wanting to taste Dominica's pee.  "That's right.  Your violent impulses are now controlled.  You will use them when the time is right -- but now, _I_ decide when.  Do you understand?"

Mistress Black found her head nodding up and down.  She felt so thirsty.  Wanted to kneel and drink Dominica's pee.  Wanted to open her mouth and feel drop after drop rolling down her tongue.  Making her nipples so hard, her pussy so wet.

"Wide awake!"  Dominica commanded.

Mistress Black's body jolted.  She hadn't even realized she'd been falling asleep.

Dominica smiled.  "That's right.  I own your mind, now.  And you will find yourself dropping into a hypnotic trance, whenever I want you to.  You are no longer in control.  _I_ am in control.  I control you completely, now!"  She pointed to a pair of boots that were set on the floor, standing upright all by themselves.  "Put those boots on.  NOW, slave.  Put them on!"

Mistress Black found herself scurrying to comply.  Unzipping the boots from the top to the bottom, slipping her feet into the long leather calves, pulling the zippers and feeling her calves so tightly encased.  She stood, wearing nothing but the boots, the leather collar, and the new brand on her thigh, and awaited Dominica's next command, feeling so thirsty!

"One more item," Dominica said.  She snapped her fingers.  "43, now is the time."

"Yes, Mistress," the redhead replied, bowing.  She reached over to a nearby table, where a shiny metal device had been sitting.  Waiting.  She picked it up, held it waist high, and commanded Mistress Black, "Spread your legs."

Mistress Black looked down at Sheila's hands, and recognized that what she held was a stainless steel chastity belt.  She was about to protest to MzDominica, when she realized that Sheila was wearing an identical belt herself, the restraining metal band cinching her waist so tightly.

43 held her hands higher, and stared deep into Mistress Black's eyes.  "It's for your own protection.  The other slaves are so stimulated, so needy -- they will do ANYTHING for a moment's pleasure!"

Mistress Black hesitated, feeling so dizzy.  So confused.

"You are so thirsty," Dominica said, so quietly.  "You must obey."
 
Almost whining, Mistress Black replied, "I must obey Dominica."  She shifted her stance, spreading her feet wide, her hips pumping gently.  She panted, staring quietly, as Sheila slipped the chastity under her crotch, clicked it into place around her hips, then pulled the metal cinch around her waist.  Tighter…  tighter…  Click.  A lock latched into place at the small of her back.  Sheila walked around Mistress Black and handed the key to MzDominica, who took it and smiled, slipping it into the deep, dark cleavage between her breasts.

"There," Dominica said, "now you're all mine… and all safe."

Mistress Black looked down at the metal around her hips and between her legs.  Cold metal warming up, as it remained in contact with her skin.  Pussy locked away.  Ass locked away.  Never to feel the soft, warm tongue of a slave, unless MzDominica granted her permission.  She felt scared and angry at the same time.  She wanted to slap somebody.  But she felt so thirsty.  Thirsty and sleepy.  Just a drop.  She wanted to taste just a tiny drop of Dominica's pee!
 
43 held up the crystal, and commanded, "You must obey."

"I must obey Dominica," Mistress Black replied, helplessly, feeling so sleepy.

Dominica smiled.  "Now, 43, take our new switch out, and show her how to conduct her new duties, here."  She looked at Mistress Black, whose mouth was open, slack-jawed, and drooling.  "And at the end of the day, let her eat with the other switches."  She turned her gaze back to the redhead.  "I think she'll fit in perfectly!"

"Yes, Mistress," 43 replied.  She twirled the crystal again, before Mistress Black's face, and whispered, "Follow, follower!"

Clad in her collar, new boots, and tight, shiny chastity, the nameless slave followed the crystal, walking slowly behind the shiny boots.  Out of the mansion, and onto the dirt roads that led toward the gardens and the fields, where the farmhands were working.

With 43 guiding her, instructing her, the nameless woman held up a spinning crystal in front of the face of one slave after another, speaking the words she was told, and watching the slave's eyes grow dull and quiet and mindless, eyelids fluttering, bodies drooping -- even as the men's cocks became rock hard, and the women's pussies became puffy and began to drip.  For a moment, the nameless woman thought she recognized one of the men, a thin one who curled into a tiny ball on the ground and tried to kiss her boots.  She reached her hand backward, preparing to strike him, not even sure why -- but felt she so dizzy and confused, and her mouth felt so dry!  She lowered her hand, and 43 guided both of them toward the garden, where they directed the man to lower himself down to into a freshly dug hole, and let another slave cover him up to the neck in soft, warm dirt.  43 held the crystal up in front of his eyes, and whispered to him about plants, and being quiet, and growing under the open sky, beneath the warm sun, simply letting the moments pass, the hours drift by, the days -- one by one -- lying quiet and growing, slowly opening his hands like leaves.  The tension slowly left the man's face, and his eyes took on a de-focused look, even as a quiet, gentle smile spread over his features.  Quiet.  Sleepy.  Growing.  In the sun, and the breeze, and the droplets of rain.  Like a plant.  Just a quiet, growing plant.  He would be a much better slave for Dominica when his mind was calm... quiet... without fear... and no longer focused on the former Mistress Black.

43 showed the woman how to walk a slave through the sequence of picking strawberries, or plowing a furrow in the fields.  How to train them to repeat the task, over and over -- the motion of the plow, the color and scent of the ripe, red berries arousing them all day long.  Keeping them in a deep, hypnotic stupor -- keeping them focused constantly on sex, and obedience, and on their Mistress Dominica.  43 took her into the barn where the girls brought in the baskets of eggs, or berries, or freshly-picked vegetables.  She watched as each girl handed a full basket to a woman wearing boots and a chastity belt.  The woman took the basket, then pushed her hand between the girl's legs and rubbed her slick, wet pussy -- one, two, three times.  The girl's face lit up with a big smile, and her eyes became even more unfocused.  Then the booted woman handed the girl an empty basket, guiding her back out the door again to collect more.  The nameless woman ached to feel a hand like that on her sex, and remembered the taste of Dominica's pee on her tongue, drop by drop, rolling down and back, and producing waves of ecstasy.  She automatically reached one hand down to stroke herself gently -- but her hand encountered only hard metal.  So thirsty!
 
Just as it began to grow dark, the woman found herself following 43 back toward the mansion.  But instead of entering by the little slave flap, they walked further to a large, simple house, with an ordinary door, and entered.  Inside was a single, spacious white room, with a pallet on the floor for each switch slave.  This was the women's quarters -- there were no men, not here -- and the former Mistress Black found herself guided toward one little spot along the wall, where there was a pallet and two bowls -- one filled with water, the other filled with a kind of stew.  On each pallet knelt a woman in boots and a chastity belt, her hair tied back behind her collar, lapping up her dinner from the bowls in front of her.

The stew was warm, and smelled so good!  The nameless woman was so hungry!  43 tied the woman's hair behind her head, in a pony tail, and directed her to kneel on the floor, hands behind her, and to eat the stew with her hands firmly on the floor, to drink the water using only her tongue -- just like a good, little pet.  Like a dog, or a cat.  But before she was allowed to eat, before she was allowed to drink, she must say her mantra:  "I must obey Dominica." 

The nameless woman spoke the words, and felt so quiet.  So dizzy, and empty.  She drifted a few moments, not thinking about anything -- not even the empty pain in her tummy -- until she felt a hand on the back of her head, stroking gently.
 
"Welcome, my pet," she heard Dominica's Voice say.

The nameless woman opened her eyes and looked up, but before she could tilt her head upward enough to see Dominica's face, she found her gaze captured by a third bowl in Mistress' hand -- a bowl filled with warm, yellow liquid.  The smell was familiar, and pungent.  And the woman's mouth became wet.  She began to drool.

Dominica's hand held the bowl in front of her a moment, then lowered it to the floor.  "A gift from Dominica," she said, and again stroked the back of the woman's head.  "Enjoy, and obey!"

The woman leaned forward, still kneeling, and lapped at the bowl like a thirsty kitten.  Yes, MzDominica's pee -- warm and fresh from the source!  Wave after wave of pleasure thrummed through the woman's body and mind, as she lapped up and swallowed mouthful after mouthful.  Suddenly, she remembered, and opened her eyes, turning her face upward.  "Thank You, Mistress!" she said, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"You are welcum, slave," Dominica said.  "Now, eat your dinner, and go to sleep.  I have many things for you to do tomorrow."  She gently caressed the top of the woman's head, and walked away, her boot heels clicking on the wooden floor.

The woman felt so good, so happy.  Happy to serve Mistress.  So happy to be here!  She turned her head, took a bite of stew, then lapped another mouthful of pee, feeling so quiet, so dizzy, so happy.  Growing sleepier by the moment.  Soon, she would lie down on her pallet, and simply drop into a deep sleep, dreaming of Dominica's Voice, and Dominica's delicious pee.

Tomorrow, she would serve Dominica well.  So very well.  And the next day, and the next day.

Forever.

~~~ The End ~~~

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