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I got the call late afternoon and I was excited! Not only was it possibly the biggest and best house I was going to put on the market, but the owner was one of the most lovely women I had ever met. She rang to say that she was going to use my company to sell her home but she needed to discuss a couple of things with me first. As you can guess I am or was, an Estate Agent. Possibly as it was late in the day, or even more likely, because I misled myself thinking that I might be on for a little bit of extra marriage with a beautiful woman, I didn’t tell any of my staff or put the appointment in the diary, what a mistake that turned out to be.
The house was on the fringe of town off a country lane, and I approached it thru imposing gates and a long secluded drive. As I pulled up she came out to meet me looking even better than I recalled. She almost certainly stood six feet tall in her stiletto heels, her long red hair flowed over her shoulders. I imagined she’s got to be something big in the city, as she was wearing an immaculate business suit, and I rather dreamt that the black nylon I could see led up to a suspender belt. As I got out of the automobile she fixed me with her piercing green eyes and gave me an enormous, although I have got to admit not an extremely warm, grin.
happy to see you again David she said as she held out her well-manicured hand. Her skin was soft but the grip was not, as she gave my hand a good long squeeze. My hopes where raised as she invited me into the drawing room for a drink. There we sat and made tiny talk, although I have got to say I was nearly speechless in her presence, such was her beauty and demeanour I felt almost threatened. Drink up! she revealed I need to show you something upstairs before we debate business terms. This was it! I did not need asking twice, I downed the wine in one and stood up, or tried to.
I do not know how long I was out but I slowly woke to find myself on my knees, lent over something similar to an amalgam of a saddle and a weight lifting bench. My hands were strapped to the front and side and my ankles similarly restrained to one side and rear. There was something across the back of my neck that held my head still as my jaw sat in a kind of dip at the front so that my face pointed forward. The chill I felt told me I must be naked. I could feel a slight draught between my raised and spread buttocks. What on earth was happening? Is this some mad nightmare? I would have liked to scream out but my mouth was full with something rubber. I tried to spit it out but I realised that this also was restrained by a strap around my head.As I awoke I could her talking. At first I thought it was a TV, then I recognised the voice as my supposed client. “At last our subject matter shows signs of life, let me now demonstrate how quickly I can get this totally unsuspecting specimen to obey my commands”. She strode towards me, her heels clicking loudly on the hard floor. My situation had caused an adrenalin surge. I was awake and quickly surveyed what I could of my surroundings. I appeared to be in some kind of cellar but it was well lit and I could see why. As well as my client there were at least 2 others, men, pointing cameras at me from the front and side. My client got close. I was right about the stockings but now the business suit had been replaced by a black corset. Her flowing locks where now secured in a severe ponytail. To the side of her head was attached a microphone, the sort that you have seen ‘Madonna’ use on stage. This kept her hands free of course because in one she carried a bamboo cane!
She continued her commentary to camera. What you want to remember is a subject like this isn’t the same as the prepared weasels that pay for your service. He’s going to need a bit of work on your side, but listen to me, the results will be rewarding. With that she decreased her head towards mine. Well, this has got to be a trifle upsetting for you, you have to be wondering what has happened to you she said virtually sweetly Well stop it! From now on you do not think for yourself. With the cane swished across by buttocks causing me to writhe with the unexpected discomfort. Your old life is over, your sole purpose is to serve me and do my bidding. First you will need re-conditioning. The first thing to learn is that you do not speak unless instructed to do so. She began to undo the strap around my head then pulled out the rubber gag. What the hell. strike, went the cane, Why are you .. Whack! Another one even harder I ca.. Whack! I attempted a few more times to communicate with a similar effect till I realized she wasn’t going to stop till I did, and the agony of the constantly increasing strokes became unbearable. Tears were streaming down my face, my bum stung with unthinkable discomfort.
Right, now we will start to re-build your life without interruption. She was so calm and she hadn’t even broken a sweat. What was this woman able of? Your name is Gregory and you’ll remain in my household until I don’t have any further use for you. You will do as I say without question, at first from fear of agony, but soon because it’s going to be your true pleasure. Serving me will be your life! she walked to a cupboard and removed a strap-on willy, one out of many on display. She put it on as she spoke your most important duty will be to provide a service to some of my many clients, mostly male, some female. Listen to me when I say the men will be kinder to you. When you’re with them, you will obey them as you would me.
She put the cane in the cupboard, removed a pussy-cat of nine tails and then disappeared from my sight. Before I have the enjoyment of your virgin ass, i need to teach you how and when to communicate. I am your mistress and shall always be called such. Because you are now the lowest of the low, you’ll address all guys as Sir and all women as Madam. This will include all other slaves that you’ll come into contact with. Do you understand? I paused, the pussy-cat ripped at my back. Yes Mistress. Now, you adore cock, don’t you Gregory? After a slight pause I revealed yes. It wasn’t fast enough and damn, I didn’t remember to say Mistress. I paid a high price of the lash. She was not happy this is not good enough! I would like you to beg me to fuck you like a dog! Please fuck me like a dog I replied. Again she lashed at my back much more seriously. I do not want you parroting me! I need you to say it because you mean it, because you need me and as you need cock! Another lash hit its mark. Please, please fuck me Mistress, I am a unclean bitch, I like to have cock within me I pleaded. that is’s better.
James, come over here, we’ve got a virgin frantic to be fucked. One of the cameramen left his post to come towards me as I felt something cool being rubbed in my anus. You would really like to suck James dick, would you not Gregory? Yes Mistress, I might. Please Sir, can I suck your cock, I can not get enough. My Mistress laughed at this. A quick learner aren’t you, or are we seeing the genuine you? With this she entered me and the shock took my breath initially but once deeper it just felt uncomfortable. We took the freedom of clearing out your bowels while you where asleep as I detest any mess. As she thrust deeper and harder James dropped his trousers to free his cock, which made my five inches look rather pathetic.Another lash centered my mind. You have gone quiet! Do I not give you pleasure? Are you not thankful for what I am doing to you? I’m sorry Mistress, your expert fucking and the appearance of Sir’s cock left me speechless, please fuck me harder! she did and James put his cock to my mouth, at which I required by opening wide. With my head restrained I could not do anything except provide a hole for him to fuck. This he probably did with gusto, ramming his large dick down my throat leading me to gag. To my amazement I realised that my very own cock had sprung into life. How could this be? I’m not gay, this disgusts me! But the truth was I could feel my hips moving backwards and forwards with the thrusts of my Mistress, my cock rubbed against the leather of the restraining stool, the thought and feel of this massive cock throbbing in my mouth and this beautiful girl fucking me was sending me delirious. See our bitch go now! she laughed he is going to come. Fuck him harder! This they did, the glorious agony between my legs and the ever-throbbing joint in my mouth did the job. As James exploded his come down my throat, i did the same.“What do you have to say for yourself?” she asked as they both stood up from me. “Thank you Mistress”. She turned smiling to the camera to continue her commentary. As she did so James released me from my straps. I did not know what to do so I stayed where I was. I felt strange. Although in pain I felt almost euphoric. Any thoughts of my previous life where at the back of my mind, all I could think of was what this cruel Goddess, my Mistress, had in store for me next.

Get up Gregory, there’s more to be done today. You have earned the privilege to learn the art of worshipping me. When I enter a room you must fall to your knees with your face to the floor and await my instruction. Well, what are you waiting for? once more the lash struck, this time against my chest. I duly required. From time to time you’ll have the honour of performing certain tasks for me. It can be anything from vacuuming to cleaning my toilet with your mouth. You’ll do these things right away without any question. Do you understand? Swish, the lash went across my back Yes Mistress. I was beginning to dread questions.
You have left a mess behind, see! Lick it clean you disgusting animal! I raised my head and realized she meant my ejaculate against the restraining stool. I crawled across and did as instructed. This was less than nice. Just the idea made me sick but I tried not to let it show. See the bitch is hungry for more, she is going to be a good asset. I licked it clean until my mouth was dry. That looks like a good job, come and do the same for my shoes. As she presented them to me she lent forward and spat on her shoe. Now for some spit and polish she giggled. I was exhaustive, even the bottoms and heels where put to me for both shoes. I eventually stopped when told, my mouth dry as a desert.
parched are we? I believed hence that’s the reason why I shall put a hold on your punishment for not thanking me for your duties. S-sorry, Mistress I stammered you’ll be, but first let me quench your thirst. Lie on your back. I did as instructed, she crossed to a drawer to retrieve a tube with a funnel. I am letting you have the best drink of all. She put the tube in my mouth. The ’strap on’ had gone earlier. Now she undid a few poppers in the bottom of her corset and held the funnel under her. Naturally I realized what would be coming my way. It was the worst drink I had ever had but I didn’t need to spill a drop, partly out of fear, but also because, unusually, I felt honoured to sample my Mistress’s nectar. The rate of flow made it complicated but I was able to drink it all and I lay on the floor happy with myself.
Stand up, Gregory she revealed, almost friendly. Are you beginning to enjoy the experience? I grinned yes Mistress In a split second her expression modified, there was a wildness in her eyes. At the same moment, with great talent, speed and force, she kicked me between my naked legs. No grin on my face now as I slid to the floor. You piece of shit she screamed. How dare you suspect you can ever have pleasure! As I slipped forward to my knees she released another kick, knocking me backwards.
Up Gregory! Get on the table and lie down! She pointed to a white linen covered, hospital exam bed. I got to my knees but failed to get any higher, so I crawled. I got to the table but could not pull myself up. She kicked my ass, I got higher little by little until I reached up and fell onto the table. Thank you Mistress.
As I lay, I realized how much pain I was in. I saw her retrieve something that I recognised from a drawer. It was a piercing gun. She approached with it indicating me. As I pointed out, you aren’t here to enjoy yourself. Just in case you forget, I’ve got a steady reminder for you. She quickly managed to pierce my distended pubic area in 2 places and the end of my foreskin before inserting rings into each hole with great skill. She then attached a padlock in such a way that I knew that I had probably had my last erection. It was painful, but on top of everything else it barely mattered.My Mistress, now in control, turned to face the camera. And there you have it women, the completed article. Now a few of you may feel my techniques are too extraordinary, and nonessential. After all , you may have as many ready slaves as you need. But trust me none will give you the service or satisfaction that Gregory will give me. There’s one last piece in the jigsaw of his training. It’ll stop any silly thoughts entering his head. As I have said, he should know what I’m capable of, that his life is mine now to do with as I please. He will write a suicide note for his family. This could be left in his auto with his clothes close by, at a spot on the coast feted for it’s powerful currents. His body will never be found.

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