What a marvelous trip this had been so far! The whole darn thing had been pretty much by mere coincidence too. What sheer luck, for a dumb, stupid and unworthy slave.
First there was the chance meeting on that first class plane ride south. That's how and where the slave (Phil) and the stewardess (Ms. Kay) managed to get together in the first place. She was real sexy in her short mini skirt and he was really, really horny for her.
Actually he was on his way for serious business, as a salesman; and to have a long hard session with his long time mistress Landa. Ms. Kay became a terrible distraction along the way, as the slave actually thought that he could get her to bed. Imagine him not recognizing the regal beauty that she really was. What an idiot he must have been!
So, true to form for a salesman and a chauvinist, he tried to seduce her. She on the other hand, saw him plainly and truly for the slave that he should be. She tricked him long and hard.
He thought that he could fuck her for a while and then go and repent to his long time mistress Landa. The dumb stupid and ignorant slave actually believed that this beautiful, petite fiery woman, would have something to do with him in bed. But was he ever wrong.
As instructed, the slave planned to show up at the prearranged time and place that Ms. Kay had given him. But first he was in dire need of a serious purging session with his mistress. He had stayed away too long; surely she would punish him severely now for his absence.
When he called for the appointment, the slave knew that something was seriously wrong and different. He did not recognize the pleasant voice on the other end of the phone. The mistress would not give her name; and only said that she was
"minding the store" for Mistress Landa. Nonetheless, Slave Phil really needed a long session.
Slave Phil was really looking forward to seeing and serving his long time Mistress Landa. He had been one of the original slaves of her mother Ms. Wanda, who founded W.I.S.H.; better known as Wanda's International School of Horrors.
Of course, as that dungeon became more and more popular, many of the now famous dominants, like Mistress Landa and Ms. Wanda, did a lot of traveling for promotional purposes. So it was not all that unusual for W.I.S.H. to have other mistresses in training or "baby sitters" in town during their absence. Slave Phil knew and understood that.
Much to his surprise, when he arrived at the dungeon, he found Ms. Kay, the beautiful stewardess that he hoped to fuck that night. He knew for sure now, that he in fact was really fucked himself.
She was beautifully dressed in black leather, from pretty petite head, covering her full breasts and body suit filling out her plump thighs. He had no choice but to take his medicine like a true slave, serve and obey. Mistress Landa would expect that anyway.
The fiery, petite redhead, Ms. Kay, really put him through his paces at first, all by herself. Soon after, though, she introduced him to THE AMAZON, Whip Bitch, Mistress Sapphire. She was a heavy set, Hindu with super tits and a real mean streak; especially for torturing a slave's cock and balls.
Both Ms. Kay and Mistress Sapphire worked well together, many times. But they really didn't get along all that well. In fact, they openly fought in front of their slaves. Each had to prove, over and over, to each other, who was the better mistress. Of course, the slaves were always caught squarely in the middle of all of that.
Slave Phil was no exception. He became the victim of a spirited competition that day. No holds were barred. In fact, both mistresses lied, cheated and stole from each other in a vain attempt to win. They both had serious points to prove to themselves, the slave, each other, Ms. Wanda and Mistress Landa; and the rest of the W.I.S.H. staff. These particular sessions had been extremely rough and hard.
They all needed a rest now. Of course, to the victor belonged the spoils (of war). And a great, long war it had been. Slave Phil was unsure exactly how badly he had lost. He knew for sure that his body ached all over and he had a serious, throbbing headache.
The long hard competition was finally over. The clash of the mistress titans was intended to settle all differences between the two warring co-mis-tresess. That was the intent at least. Reality was a different story.
The tall, beautiful, well educated Ms. Kay hand won, fair and square. Her experience, talent and persistence learned from Ms. Wanda had shown though. She never faltered, always working steadily toward the slave's submission. The longer and louder he screamed, the harder she tortured him. These screams were beautiful music to her ears.
She had played a brilliant chess game of cat and mouse with both the slave and Mistress Sapphire. Her whole strategy was clear now, in retrospect. Ms. Kay was always in control.
Even when she had faked sleeping and hypnosis, she was fully conscious of everything that occurred in the dungeon. She had never missed a trick, constantly taking it all in. It was clear that Ms. Kay was the superior intellect. Mistress Sapphire on the hand, had experienced several serious, stupid mental lapses that ultimately cost her. THE AMAZON just didn't have the experience and street savvy.
Ms. Kay had even selected all equipment, each of her torture toys, very carefully. Actually, she took all the ones that she did not really want. Later, she fooled Mistress Sapphire into trading all the good stuff to her.
That was ironic, as Mistress Sapphire had tried desperately to cheat Ms. Kay, several times. Boy, did she get even! Apparently, it takes a cheater to really know a cheater. These two bitches would have done anything at all to gain the recognition of winning.
Each fifteen minute mini session had built to a logical crescendo, until the slave gave up. That was excellent planning on the part of experienced Ms. Kay. Her dominant philosophy was never allow the slave any quarter. There was no room for disobedience, rest or relaxation. The slave existed only to serve her regal beauty.
The utter perfectionist, Ms. Wanda would have surely appreciated Ms. Kay's attention to all the details. She noticed everything, down to the smallest detail. Ms. Kay had considered the temperature of the dungeon, the previous torture, the slave's resting time, Mistress Sapphire's anger and bad temper, her nonverbals, etc.
She had watched, understood and acted upon her adversary's every move. In short, Ms. Kay had not missed a single trick. Ms. Wanda would have been very proud of her. She stared her opponents down with those cold, calculating dagger eyes. She could literally see right though a person.
Ms. Kay also understood reverse psychology all too well. She let Mistress Sapphire torture the slave any way she wished, while distracting her also. The AMAZON was too naive, young inexperienced and excitable to understand such slave matters. Her hot temper and foolish approach usually got in her way.
Mistress Sapphire became frustrated easily. She acted like a little kid that could always not get their way. After all, what child ever does get everything they want, all the time?
Demanding Ms. Wanda would not have been happy with her poor performance in this important competition. It should have been much closer and lasted several sessions longer. Clearly, Mistress Sapphire was not ready to solo as a bitch mistress. She was still nothing more that a mere an understudy.
But now Mistress Sapphire had been totally neutralized. Her nemesis, Ms. Kay was in control. She would have total power over the AMAZON for the rest of the evening. This was by tradition in Ms. Wanda's dungeon. Ms. Kay would have a literal field day with her.
Mistress Sapphire would be subjected to all kinds of torture and humiliation. At the end of the previous session, THE AMAZON knew that she would be in for it now. There was no lost love between her and Ms. Kay; and this would be an excellent chance for true revenge. If only she had not fought so much with Ms. Kay in front of those slaves.
Ms. Kay had indicated that they would all convene to the master bedroom. Isn't that just like-like macho, bigoted society, referring to Ms. Wanda's bedroom as "master"? Some stupid slave had probably come up with that dumb expression.
He wouldn't know a "master" from a "mistress" if he tripped over one.
The slave, for his loyal and dedicated efforts, would be allow to help Ms. Kay out. That was the ultimate, SUPREME reward for any slave to earn. It took a lot of hard work, usually on the part of a cock and much pain. Not every mistress would allow such things.
That is, this slave would be part of a time honored ritual in Ms. Wanda's dungeon. The loser of these frequent tough competitions would really lose, big time. That often included lose of their precious virginity, in both sides. In Mistress Sapphire's case though, both were long gone.
Both tall and slender Ms. Kay and fat and buxom Mistress Sapphire had been lover for Ms. Wanda. Tonight then would be a totally different experience for them both. Ms. Kay would probably force the AMAZON to submit to her sexually, while in tight bondage. Judging just from their size and stature, it should probably be the other way around!
Mistress Sapphire had often gotten very horny before. To cool her off quickly, either Ms. Kay or the Queen Wanda had to beat her ass long and hard. If that didn't work well enough, then they rapped her with large black dildos, which she would be forced to suck and lick also. Lots of pussy juice was the only thing that worked well.
All of this seemed to stem back her childhood in native India, when she had been abused badly. Her young childhood was really weird. Unfortunately, she never had the normal opportunity to spend much time with her parents. Therefore, she was raised, for most of her tortured childhood, by other distant relatives.
They must have spanked her a lot when she was very young. Whenever she was spanked now as and adult she would moan, yell and scream in her native Hindi. But God knows she loved it so; she wanted that pain at every opportunity.
Also, there were numerous scares on her back, from severe whippings. They used really thick, heavy whips overseas. Each parent would get a chance. Sometimes, they whipped her simultaneously, while hanging from a large tree, until she literally passed out. Then would throw river water on her, temporarily reviving her to semi consciousness, so that they could start the punishment all over again.
Their favorite punishment, however, appeared to be a combination scenario. First, the father would apply a very heavy spanking. Then, her mother would rub her for a long time, alternating with a severe, strong paddling. Next, the father would do a complete sexual type rub down, sucking her tits and pussy. He would conclude with a violent rape of Mistress Sapphire, his own daughter. Her insensitive warped mother would idly sit by, watch and cheer him on!
Her mother would then get so super charged from all this sexual activity, she would be totally impossible to stop. There is nothing worse then a super bitch in total heat. The sexual frenzy would take over her entire mind, body and soul. She was it; and, it was her.
The feelings and sexual drive became indistinguishable from her very personality. There were times that she did not even understand her own behavior, feelings or thoughts. She seemed possessed and obsessed with everything related to sex, slaves and other women. But with all of that, she was still very lonely.
Therefore, her own mother would proceed to rape her as any good lesbian would do. Slowly, carefully she would caress, fondle, suck, and lick her daughter's entire body. By then, Mistress Sapphire was in a complete state of shock, disbelief, despair and disdain. She would attempt to block out the pain and humiliation by dreaming of America. By running away, from her parents and the politics, only then could she obtain total freedom and peace of mind.
Mistress Sapphire hated discussing that sad period of her distorted and warped life. When and if she did, it was usually in a deep trance like state.
Often, she would start to say something about her parents and/or her childhood abuse experiences.
At one time her mother and father had meant so much to her. Now she wasn't even sure if they were still alive; and, if so, where they were.
Ms. Kay often wanted her to talk about it, expressing her inner most feeling to either her or Ms. Wanda. Perhaps it was a matter of trust, especially with Ms. Kay. Somehow, Mistress Sapphire could not bring herself to confide even in her role model, Ms. Wanda.
So in lieu of expressing her feelings, she grieved internally, allowing the sorted evil past to eat away at her very existence as a normal human being. Instead, then she lapsed into beating a slave unmercifully. Often, they begging for mercy, bleeding profusely.
Once it was so bad, that she had to be stopped by Ms. Wanda, Ms. Kay and another co-mistress. The slave subsequently called the cops.
Therefore, Ms. Wanda was skeptical to leave her alone very often. She tutored her very closely whenever possible, which wasn't very often. That's probably why she and Ms. Kay house sat together so often.
One literally had to watch the other and compensate the temperaments. Ms. Kay really did know what made THE AMAZON tick.
At times, Mistress Sapphire almost appeared jealous of the slaves, all bound up and suffering. She seemed to identify with their state, plight and hopelessness.
That is, she lived her life as a total fatalist; always wondering "what would happen to her next." It was as if she had no control, no say or no personal responsibility for life.
Everything in her life, was always someone else's fault. SHE never did, or did not, do anything. It was sad to watch her live that way. Neither Ms Wanda, whom she respected so much, nor Ms. Kay whom she really hated to persuade her.
Therefore, she just loved being a closet submissive, but subversively, secretly. Mistress Sapphire could not openly express her desires. That would violate Ms. Wanda strict code of mistress ethics, possibly making her subject to dismissal. She would trick Ms. Kay into beating her, over some rule infraction for example.
One time, she was even caught sneaking off to another dominant mistress across town incognito. Unfortunately for her, she had selected one of Ms. Wanda best friends. That did not go over too well, with either bitch, at all!
Most mistresses followed a strict code of ethics. That included not stealing one another slaves, especially in the same town. They also did not train the same dominant, at the same time. After all, each dominant bitch had their own different specialty and special way of doing things. It would be like stealing business trade secrets.
Her needs were very strong though. The longer she went without a good beating, the more she would punish her loyal slaves. Pity the poor sucker that was caught at the end of her withdrawal cycle. He would be beaten to a literal pulp. like any addict though, she denied all this. After all, it was too painful to face!
Therefore, Mistress Sapphire had to continue finding a way to function as a "switch" partially submissive, but mostly dominant. That was her thing. Hopefully, in the near future she would have to convince Ms. Wanda that a "switch" service she be offered to better customers. In L.A. right now, at the better palaces, it was selling for about $500 per hour. That was no small fry stuff!
Ms. Wanda was very much a super practical business women. This particular dungeon practice, with an elite clientele, was on of the most successful in the U.S. Money wasn't everything to her, however. Each business arrangement had to make sense and every client had to pass certain criteria.
Therefore, Ms. Wanda would have to be thoroughly convinced about this switch thing before committing to it. It did appear to meet the first criteria. It sure could be a money maker. She didn't like to follow silly trends and idle fads necessarily. Instead, she preferred to set them and be a real individual, for her own self.
The clients themselves may be the problem here, though. Very few male clients of this dungeon, Wanda's Impressive Slave House or W.I.S.H., had ever heard of a "switch." That could be for several reasons. They were very, very loyal to Ms. Wanda. Her dungeon didn't have switches, so they had never heard of them. Also, the concept was fairly new; but catching on across the country.
Switch or not at W.I.S.H., Mistress Sapphire would have to satisfy her own secret desires somehow. It was driving her absolutely crazy . Her thing was really be submissive, but she had to continue this charade at least for the immediate future. Limping along, she did seem to get enough "sex," love and belonging from Ms. Kay. She never seemed to mind that though. Ms. Kay really understood.
In fact, she actually seemed to look forward to that. It was conceivable therefore, that she had intentionally thrown the competition to "win" the right to her own punishment.
No mistress wanted to admit that she was even partially submissive. This would be the only way the fill that desire. What a perfect cover!
If Ms. Wanda had caught her pulling that shit, she would be out on her ass as soon as possible. Justice would be swift, uncompromising and firm. She didn't fool around.
Of course, Mistress Sapphire didn't move all that quickly. Her huge body WAS slow as new shit. Once that fat ass got moving, though; look out for the old MO.
Ms. Kay didn't mind either. She often wanted to torture helpless, beautiful female slaves. It was fascinating to her seeing another women suffer. She understood each movement, moan and mindless move. There were really two distinct aspects of a session with a female slave: the pain and torture, plus the sexual fun and games.
The pain and torture inflicted upon a female slave was very different from dominating a male. Men were real easy, fearful and sissies. Their entire life could be bound up in their cock and balls. Once an experienced mistress had their attention there, it was virtually all over. She could squeeze, pinch, paddle, hit, whip or poke a male's balls to submission.
Men were so squeamish about the family jewels; so afraid that a mistress would ruin them forever. That was possible, but highly unlikely with today's better, modern technology. Of course, it was not fool proof, but generally safe enough, especially in the hands of an experienced, capable mistress like Ms. Kay or Wanda the whip bitch.
Of course, every now and again a male slave would get hurt really badly. This could be due to an inexperienced, insensitive mistress fucking up by up using too much weight attached to their cock or balls, for example.
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Females, On the other hand, could take a lot more pain and never try out or submit. Just consider the birth process. Most males cannot even tolerate being in the delivery room, listening to their wife's screams. How could they stand the actual pain of birth, as beautiful as it is?
Ms. Kay especially liked to watch a red horny hot female, desperately wanting it, squirm in anticipation. Many female submissives were, for course, lesbians. Often, their mistress would torment them into watching a super hot love making session with their co-mistress. Nothing could be more frustrating to a hot bitch than to watch but not touch.
She would tie them up, right close to the bed, and force them to suck, lick and kiss pussy all night. They would not be able, however, to cum on their own at any time. Nor would she penetrate them, until they were hot and crazy with total, uncontrollable rage.
The rape scene was her personal favorite. In that scenario, she would force a female slave naked on the bed. After much teasing and humiliation, she would strap on a large dildo and have at her. Often, she would make the slave suck the dildo clean after it had been shoved into her pussy and ass. Generally, they hated that.
She also loved to suck and have them suck pussy for hours and hours on end. Ms. Kay would force their hands tightly behind their back and have them lie on the bed next to her. Then she could control their head movement and cadence to time her climaxes perfectly. Imagine having a human dildo. This would save Ms. Kay the trouble of masturbating by herself.
All her female slaves though had to be dressed just right, always in long black, leather stockings. Usually, they wore nothing else, but that. Then she could tickle their feet and scratch their legs to her heart's content.
She would then tie their thighs, high on the legs, near the crotch. The more they sucked and pleased her, the tighter she would make the knots. It served as a speed regulator and personal body control.
Next Ms. Kay would continue taking them through the dreaded pain to pleasure cycle. That is, after she got them all hot and bothered a few times, she would punish them. This was usually for some; silly reason, over which they had no control. They never objected.
Her favorite was to force them to guess the weather or outside temperature. As the dungeon had no windows, they had no ides. No matter what they said, it would be wrong; at least by Ms. Kay's definition.
She worked on a total demerit system. The more the slaves acquired, the more severe the punishments would be. Ms. Kay also liked to postpone the "collection" of points. Thus, pay backs were really very serious or a "bitch" as they say.
Simple punishments would include paddlings, mild whippings and spankings. More severe treatment included suspension, the rack, electric shock and tight metal clamps. Most women could take a lot more pressure on their tits than a stupid male slave counterpart could. Male tits were so useless anyway.
Actually, Ms. Kay enjoyed both treatment types, physical, mental and sexual torment simultaneously. She would thrust a slave up, inside the large wooden frame, beat and rape her at the same time. What a sight that would be.
She didn't get to practice very often now. In her former job, at the commercial dungeon, Ms. Kay had become quite good at dealing with horny female slaves. They paid a top price to see her. Most of them just could not wait to get behind closed doors with Ms. Kay. But she was only being paid peanuts. The establishment made the big bucks.
Ms. Wanda was exceptionally fair in that regard. Ms. Kay and the other understudies shared in the profits of the successful practice. It was a totally cooperative effort. The only real disadvantage to Ms. Kay was that she only dealt with submissive men now.
She longed to torture a good, submissive women at least once a week, for a few hours. It was a real drawback. The more she considered it, the more she really wanted to leave Ms. Wanda's. The strong desire torture females was still burning within her, night and day. At times, she could not sleep thinking about it. How long could she stand it?
There were certainly many advantages to staying: the expert tutoring of Ms. Wanda, the mixed clientele, the other co-mistresses, the location and the pay. If only a large amazon-like submissive would walk in the door right now she thought. That would be a sight for her pretty, but very sore eyes.
But sadistic Ms. Wanda reserved that special privilege for herself. That's probably how she found her most loyal and talented lovers. She was an excellent judge of character, sizing up potential marks from the very moment they first met. Little did they know what was in store for their frail bodies!
The first requirement usually, was that they were either submissive OR dominant. No straights, not even "straight" lesbians were allowed with Ms. Wanda. Her objective was not to find just good, clean sex. It had to be GREAT and KINKY. The candidates first had to prove themselves in the dungeon.
She would put them through all kinds of difficult activities and severe punishments. Thus they became permanently loyal to her and her body. She was no different than any good mistress. The slaves did exactly what she wanted them to do, when she wanted them to do it; no more and no less.
Ms. Wanda then controlled their mind, body, and soul. They had surrendered their very spirit completely to her. Often, her lover slaves spoke of nothing else accept her.
She had become a god-like figure to them, doing no wrong. Once a newer slave said something bad, against Ms. Wanda. The other slaves beat her mercifully and then through her out of the dungeon forever.
Therefore, with such total, blind loyalty, Ms. Wanda could not lose. She had the best of all worlds. Certainly, she had at her disposal the greatest slaves in the world, mostly female submissives. Whenever she wished, the harem was available for her plucking.
There were even a few virgins left for special occasions, like celebrations. If and when a visiting mistress were to come to town, she would proudly trot out a virgin for public sacrifice. This was partially the reason that conceited Ms. Wanda had such a legendary reputation all throughout the United States and Canada.
Getting good slaves, especially female ones, was a problem. Unfortunately, at least around these parts, there was a definite shortage of loyal female slaves. There was something unique about a female slave though; something special.
Often, at least initially, the corresponding "normal" women, had great difficulty admitting that she was submissive. If only they could let themselves go and be real; experience their true innermost feelings. They were so used to being caretakers, in charge of helpless male babies, being totally responsible for everyone and everything. Many even breast fed their children.
Of course, the real valuable place in society for a female is in the dominant state, totally commanding useless and helpless males. Dominance is, however, not always properly learned by all young girls at an early enough age. Sometimes, it has to be taught as the fern fatale gets a little older. What a real shame that such girls waste so much valuable time in their sheltered lives.
There are some females, though, that have not yet properly learned how to do just that. Ms. Wanda identifies those individuals so that they could be properly trained as submissives first. Later they could "switch" to dominants.
Perhaps if Ms. Wanda had thought about the whole thing this way, she would see the merit of Mistress Saphhire's idea to include "switches" at W.I.S.H. now. The analogy was almost perfect. In fact, they could properly work on such people from childhood, thus educating the next generations. How much better off society would be in the long run.
Many of W.I.S.H.'s slaves were traveling businessmen. Due to the bias and bigotry in the business world, there were few traveling business women. And, most of them were bossy anyway. That's how they got there initially!
Ms. Kay had even tried to recruit several better female submissives away from her former place of employment. That was not allowed by the dominant mistress code of ethics though. When Ms. Wanda heard about it, through one of her good friends there, she was absolutely furious.
That was the time that Ms. Wanda force beautiful Kay to submit to the AMAZON bitch mistress herself, Sapphire. She humiliated in front of all the slaves and co-mistresses. How could Ms. Kay ever forget that horrible evening?
Somehow she had too though. Ms. Wanda had continued to insist on total peace and harmony. At least the two warring bitches would have to fake peaceful coexistence.
Ms. Kay swore that someday, she would get more than even with Mistress Sapphire her nemesis. There would be a private time and a appropriate place that she could torment her beyond imagination. Perhaps, tonight would be the occasion for just that magic session.
Given the current arrangement, everyone seemed relatively happy. Ms. Kay and Mistress Sapphire could work well together often, if they really tried. Often they did not.
Mistress Sapphire had the best of both worlds. She could torture slaves, with Ms. Kay as a talented supporter, under the direction of Ms. Wanda. Both women had invested heavily in the AMAZON bitch, with significant time, energy and money. It just had to work!
They really wanted her to succeed all the way. There was lots at stake, especially Mistress Sapphire's self-esteem. All through her life that had been a big issue. No one, before Ms. Wanda, had previously taken her very seriously.
How can an abused child even have a positive self-image? She had been denied normal love and mistreated but the very people that she should have been able to trust the most her parents. Mistress Sapphire did not belong, to anyone or any group. She could, therefore, ill afford to strike out at Ms. Wanda's popular, private dungeon, she would simply have no place else to go.
The clientele was just what she needed also, successful people that would normally look down upon her. She with her dominance, size and weight, could easily get even her way.
Mistress Sapphire was not well educated by our American standards at all. Her English was not that good either. Therefore, she could be difficult to understand at times. Sometimes, she intentionally made it so, just to further punish unsuspecting slaves. She WAS different.
There must be a way that she could fit in, especially with Ms. Kay. After all, she was Ms. Wanda's heir apparent, when she retired. Although Ms. Kay actually seemed to hate her, there was some tolerance and respect. Ever so often, she would come up with some kind of an independent idea. Ms. Kay would acknowledge it at such, and compliment her.
Her biggest difficulty was getting along with people. She had few friends and acquaintances. Her best bet was to attend some kind of modeling or charm school, but that was very expensive. Ms Wanda's coaching had helped some. But helping Mistress Sapphire could be a full time job. She needed to take some risk. Hopefully, someday she would stand on her own as a famous mistress and rectify that.
Right now that did not look all that good though now. Mistress Sapphire had failed miserably in this recent test losing in the important competition to Ms. Kay. It had been a fair and square fight, but a long tough struggle.
The worse part was that now their relationship was severely strained. Ms. Kay would be obliged to divulge Mistress Sapphire's attempted cheating to Ms. Wanda. That would probably be cause for immediate expulsion from the stable. They may be a way, however, that Ms. Kay could protect Mistress Sapphire, if only she cooperated.
Ms. Kay had some difficult, immediate decisions to make. On one hand, she had the spoils of war to enjoy. Laid out before her was the AMAZON, chunky Mistress Sapphire. She would do whatever she was told for the next twelve hours. That should be more than fun and games, it would be pure pleasure. Ms. Kay was ready; very, very horny.
Mistress Sapphire would be totally humiliated.
She had lost, fair and square; and caught cheating to boot. Now she would have to serve her arch rival and in front of the slave had had help beat her also. What utter pain and agony she was about to experience!
Pondering, thinking and feeling for the AMAZON, Ms. Kay would go slowly. There was still SOME respect for her.
Mistress Sapphire simply hated be naked. Perhaps she was ashamed of her huge, unsightly body. Weighing almost three hundred pounds, she looked much better dressed up in her mistress costumes. When naked, the large multiple rolls of lard-like fat were unmistakable. She looked like on giant jelly roll, all blues.
Mistress Sapphire had been tied and spanked naked as a child. For example, one parent would smack her, while the other held her feet down. They loved to tickle her silly also, using feathers and reeds. As much as she was a closet submissive, there were things that she clearly did not like.
Ms. Kay was vaguely aware that such things existed in Mistress Sapphire warped and distorted brain. She did not know, however, exactly what they were. She would always find out after the fact, when Mistress Sapphire began crying hysterically and uncontrollably. It was much too late then. How could she ever tell; the AMAZON rarely confided in her!
Also, there was the matter of the dumb, stupid, ignorant loyal slave that had endured all the terrible punishment. Both co-mistresses had made commitments to him, in return for his help in the competition. They should, theoretically keep their promises to him. But, what the hell he was only an expendable slave.
The ritual that Ms. Kay had in her mind was unusual. Probably no slave had ever witnessed another mistress so punished in that fashion. What should he be the first? What was so special about him anyway all ? After all, he was just a mere slave.
All these decisions, choices and conflicts rattled around in Ms. Kay's confused mind. It appeared that she was in a terrible lose-lose position, no matter what she did. There must be some kind of a compromise that she could strike. There had to be some middle ground of sorts. Perhaps, she could actually take some clues from Mistress Sapphire.
Slaves often gave strong clues during the sessions. They were not allowed to talk, demanding or resisting special treatment. They could, however, drop numerous non-verbal hints all along the way though.
She needed a firm middle ground between the AMAZON bitch Mistress Sapphire and the dumb slave, while strictly still following Ms. Wanda's code of ethics. Ms. Wanda would have it no other way.
There just had to be a way. Ms. Wanda's parting words to them were crystal clear: "Don't fuck it up girls. There is a lot riding on my trip itinerary and your house sitting. Be good and don't do anything that I wouldn't do."
The weight of the world then fell upon Ms. Kay. What a penalty for being the winner. She had turned out to be the heavy weight, even though Mistress Sapphire was the on that weighed over three hundred pounds. With her intelligence, though, Ms. Kay would figure something out, now.
"O.K., Sapphire, rise and shine," Ms. Kay said. "Now, it's time for our fun and games to begin at long last. You're mine now and I have waited a long time for this."
Mistress Sapphire appeared beaten, sad, solemn, but ready and somewhat consigned to her humiliating fate. Fun and games it would be alright. But just how bad, only devious clever Ms. Kay really knew.
Ms. Kay had given the overall situation ample thought. Now, she was at long last ready to start the show. And what a show is was to be. On thing that she was sure of: no matter what happened she would make Ms. Wanda very proud of her actions and sessions with Mistress Sapphire.
Therefore, all the activities would be properly captured on video tape, in living color. Of course, she couldn't tell the AMAZON bitch mistress that until it was much too late for her to do anything about it. She absolutely hated any kind of photographing, primarily due to her overweight condition.
As much as she hated it though, never had she been successful in losing any. She had even failed to show up for the W.I.S.H. group picture, making Ms. Wanda furious.
"Into the regal bedroom, Sapphire. You are my humble love slave now. Start behaving as such," Ms. Kay ordered her around. Mistress Sapphire apparently was prepared to follow her every command. At least it seemed that way now.
Both women were in deep thought now. They were probably trying to decide how to make this session work.
The stupid male slave also followed with his head bowed low. He was about to see a female mistress ritual probably not previously witnessed by any humble, stupid, lowly slave like him ever before. This would be a real special treat.
The large regal bedroom actually belonged to Ms. Wanda. It was her "master" bedroom, or more properly called, her private mistress love room. The bedroom was completely decorated in red and crimson Spanish decor, like the whole house now.
It was professionally done, with slave power. Actually, her loyal slaves would fall all over themselves, fighting hard to be the few select ones picked for help. Each would put their own little mark in the dungeon and house, reflecting their personal fear, utter terror and own touch.
The dominant theme throughout was power and control. Every slave knew, from the moment that they walked into W.I.S.H., that their individuality had been left outside. They had personally surrendered to Ms. Wanda already.
The walls were all covered with metal shields of all sizes and various other old weapons. Each was unique; and, all looked authentic. There were swords, shields, mace, blocks, cannon balls, spears, cross bows and lances. All the weapons had been donated by her many faithful slaves over the years.
A creative person could almost imagine the glorious battles that had been fought using these weapons. Each knight would have been decked out completely with armor, his own personally designed sword, mesh protection and a proud steed. Off they would ride to the Crusades.
Ms. Wanda often fantasized about this period in history. Believing in reincarnation, she as convinced that there was a real chance that she had lived then also. Imagine her as the regal queen, dominating a puppet ruler and getting her own way with the entire court.
A proper role for her would have been silent director of the Inquisition, supporting the greedy clergy at that time. She would have made a marvelous torturer, baron or bishop: directing the torture of poor helpless, female victims.
Of course, she would have been able to identify with exactly what each slave was going through: their terror, fear, loss of virginity and beauty. The significance of the sex, violence and rape were all crystal clear to her.
THREE
Ms. Wanda fantasized for a short while.
She often wanted to sponsor a nationwide contest of experienced mistresses and their slaves. The central theme would be the Spanish Inquisition. The contest was open to mistresses and slaves alike. It would be formal, public, lavish and well organized. Only the best could compete.
Ms. Wanda had thought about making the initial entrance requirements and fee very strict. First, for example, each applying potential mistress would have to pass some grueling kind of a screening test, that she designed personally. Her co-mistress friends all around the country would help her pick the lucky twelve finalists who could compete in the special event.
This could be not only a real money making tournament, but also a very prestigious event. Each initial candidate would be required to pay a flat fee up front, of $500 for the membership application. They would be screened and interviewed. All would be allowed to compete somewhere within their district.
If they passed at least the first test of competence, then Ms. Wanda would offer them a special seat for the final competition and a W.I.S.H. franchise in their location. Both were optional, although very special, thereafter.
That whole thing really appealed to Ms. Wanda. It would be her legacy to this sick world when she was finally gone. Imagine W.I.S.H. franchises all over the world, bearing her striking name and dominant mark. That would be a special legacy for Ms. Wanda to leave behind.
The activity would also complete the mistress network that Ms. Wanda had struggled to establish for so very long. She had a few close mistress friends, but not many. In this way, she could have the best mistresses, that shared her approach and philosophy, find her.
She would no longer have to waste time finding them. Thus, she could travel around the country, in her accustomed regal style, and stay at their places nationwide. What a brilliant, practical idea. Perhaps she could write a book also; and, become famous on television. Her ego would be filled by such thoughts: glamour, fame, fortune etc.
Ms. Wanda could charge a fee of about $5000 each for the high privilege of competing in the final competition. The four finalists and certainly the winner, would receive international acclaim. Thereafter, a worldwide competition could be staged.
She almost had it all planned, and would not compete her, as the overall organizer. The difficulty was what to do with her own trainees. There appeared to be no easy, equitable solution for any of them. But all were confident that Ms. Wanda would work something out.
Ms. Wanda really wanted her friend and protege, trusty Ms. Kay to help her administer the planning and sponsoring of this dream function. But what would happen if one of her own trainees were to compete in such a publicized event? Most other mistresses would probably expect someone from W.I.S.H. to win. .
After all, they were supposedly the best around, under the capable tutoring of the infamous Ms.
Wanda. If the W.I.S.H. mistress won then, all the other mistresses would scream foul. If she happened to lose, then Ms. Wanda, all the other co-mistresses and W.I.S.H. would all look real stupid.
The central theme would be The Spanish Inquisition, which would be a real advantage for W.I.S.H. mistresses. They worked in that theme much of their time, especially for the older more important customers. Many of them liked the drama and suspense that went with an "inquisition "type" theme.
Many other of Ms. Wanda personal friends and co-mistresses also worked in special historical themes. Therefore, anyone previously associated with Ms. Wanda would have a real advantage in the competition. Each district individual competition would be set in the dungeon of one of her co-mistress friends all throughout the U.S. They had a lot to gain also, benefiting from the publicity and sanction of the well-known Ms. Wanda.
Ms. Kay really wanted to win instead. Planning, administering and being loyal to Ms. Wanda were alright, but winning was far better.
She had been the heir apparent to the original W.I.S.H. The dungeon should be hers to rule when Ms. Wanda retired. This tournament ideas could ruin all of that though.
That's probably why she set up this whole scene with The AMAZON, Mistress Sapphire. It was a perfect chance for her to demonstrate her total mistress competence to Ms. Wanda. What could be better than that, except having Ms. Wanda here in person to witness it?
She had a rare opportunity. Mistress Sapphire had no real choice but to obey Ms. Kay every command. It was all part of the rules, the strict code of ethics that had been established for all to follow at W.I.S.H.
There were no choices left now for either Ms. Kay or Mistress Sapphire. Both would play their parts at well, to the fateful painful finish.
Ms. Wanda, however, would not know the circumstances under which this important session had come about. Hopefully, Ms. Kay could stall the whole long session to exactly the right moment. Perhaps, Ms. Wanda would even walk in one its perfect conclusion. It was a perfect scene for Ms. Kay.
There was really no way that she could lose now. Everything was going all her own way. Ironically, luckily the stage had been set for her to shine.
Mistress Sapphire could only imagine the whole ritual now. Ms. Kay was proceeding very slowly, very carefully, in a secret premeditated fashion. She had waited a long, long time for this.
Mistress Sapphire would pay dearly, for all she had done to Ms. Kay. Therefore, she would savor every glorious moment, a minute by wonderful minute.
Ms. Kay though for a very long time, about all their times together. They whole dominant scene had been good for both of them, especially her. She had to keep it up; it was her very life and total existence.
Neither mistress knew exactly what would happen and when. The best sessions were all pre planned, but somewhat spontaneous. It was O.K. for both the mistress and slave to have fun during the session. The mistress would, of course, maintain control at all times though.
Her plan was clear; get Sapphire hot, bothered and frustrated. She intended above all else, to make Mistress Sapphire loyal to only her from now on. That was truly a dangerous games, especially if Ms. Wanda ever found out.
Leading the AMAZON into the decorated bedroom, she forced her to lay on the large water bed, with her head under large throne. As the full weight of Mistress Sapphire's huge body hit the water bed, it began to sway and rock.
She was uncomfortable sliding back and forth with the small waves. Apparently she had never experienced such a weird and totally uncontrollable sensation before.
Ms. Kay had perfectly set the room exactly how she wanted it beforehand. Ms. Wanda's throne had been placed atop the water bed, near the head board. It's size and shape totally dominated the entire room.
The throne was about four feet high and two feet deep at the bottom. Mistress Sapphire's head had been positioned, under the throne, through a circular door. It was locked around her large neck, so that she could not move her body. Breathing was also difficult for her, as the wooden cut into her wind pipe.
Numerous metal rings, straps and locking devices hung from the sides of the large, wooden throne. Each could be used to secure and/or torture an unsuspecting slave like Mistress Sapphire.
Ms. Kay grabbed her legs roughly and strapped each one to the sides of the mahogany throne. Her arms were tied around its base. Now Mistress Sapphire was totally exposed for Ms. Kay's pleasure.
Ms. Kay's choice was obvious, but brilliant. She began to fondle The AMAZON, using her hand and lips. Also, she kissed her entire body, never allowing any part to become really hot.
As soon as Mistress Sapphire would respond, then Ms. Kay would quickly, abruptly stop the pleasure and enjoyment. Ms. Kay could be a real tease, especially running around the pain and pleasure cycle.
"You're mine Sapphire. So is the pleasure, that you will not ever really experience," Ms. Kay said in a sarcastic tone. Clearly, she primarily wanted to frustrate the AMAZON to no end. That was her prime objective.
Also, she would have some fun and pleasure of her own. It had been a long time for Ms. Kay. Rarely had she been able to have some just plain fun sex anymore. Ms. Wanda was traveling so much, Ms. Kay now worked all the time.
As she stroked the AMAZON, she continued in deep thought. "I know what's wrong, Sapphire. It's your name. You are no longer a mistress, not for these special sessions anyway. Therefore, even your name has to change. For now, your name will become TESS: Tiny Experienced Slave Sapphire," Ms. Kay proudly announced with joy.
There was no doubt that Ms. Kay was trying her best to completely humiliate Tess. She would force her to lose her real identity, forgetting her native origins and mistress training. Ms. Kay would force Tess to totally consider herself as a humble, obedient slave; dedicated solely and entirely to her commands. Tess would to taught to live, think and breathe exclusively for Ms. Kay.
When she was satisfied that Tess was becoming hot and bothered, Ms. Kay started and stopped the stroking several times. Tess would roll around the water bed in love with it. Then Ms. Kay would abruptly stop causing Tess to start moaning and start complaining.
She had a great knack for annoying Tess consistently and continuously. Ms. Wanda and her former employer had taught Ms. Kay well.
Enough was enough. In just a few short minutes, Ms. Kay had Tess breathing heavily, sweating profusely and crying under the throne. The air supply in there was limited also. Ms. Kay therefore, opened a few air holes on the side.
Although Tess was breathing better and relaxing a little. Ms. Kay didn't want to ease up too much. This bitch had a lot to be thankful for, but she had to pay dearly. Tess would enjoy herself, however, in the entire process.
Also after all, Ms. Wanda was watching, at least via the video taping. Definitely, Ms. Kay would make her proud also and at the same time be considered as a top contender for the mistress tournament. If only Ms. Wanda could see her now, in person, performing in all her true glory as a solo mistress.
Next, to keep Tess stirred up and hot, Ms. Kay selected one of her favorite dildos. It was three inches thick, long black, rough and ugly.
The designer probably made it to fuck some large animals. Its appearance was pure rape. There could be no other use for this marvelous tool. It was meaner than just mean!
Without formality or hesitation, Ms. Kay starting rubbing the large dildo between Tess's legs. She taunted her in the process, so that Tess would know what would happen next. There was no doubt, she would really get fucked by Ms. Kay.
And fuck she did. Ms. Kay plunged the ugly device into Tess's hot, red juicy pussy. Slowly at first, just about penetrating the lips, Ms. Kay worked the dildo with a steady turning circular motion. Tess arched her hips, as if to capture the simulated prick. Ms. Kay made that impossible.
Tess was hot, ready, frustrated and begging. "Please Ms. Kay, give it to me right now. It's been so long; I need it badly. Don't keep me waiting," Tess begged loudly. Ms. Kay only smiled at her, although Tess could not see it, being trapped under the throne.
Ms. Kay did exhibit some compassion on her, pushing the dildo further into her juicy hot pussy; but just a little at a time. The dildo was wet and the smell was sweet. Ms. Kay loved the scent and the juicy, hot cunt pussy noise as it went in and out.
Clearly, Ms. Kay wanted her to suffer badly also. Ms. Kay would not let her off the proverbial hook easily. Tess would have to work hard instead; and just keep on working.
She was playing Tess's submissiveness for all it was worth. Tess made that easy for her, as she lost control of her body and personal values. Sex was all she knew now.
Skillfully, Ms. Kay worked the dildo further and further into Tess, who moaned and cried for joy.
Ms. Kay was concerned that Tess was actually having too much fun. That really wasn't the idea at all. This was supposed to be a torture session. Right now all that was happening, according to Tess, was a love making time instead.
Ms. Kay was about to fix all that. Obviously, Tess was too comfortable now; having too fun-fun and pleasure. But first, Ms. Kay would have to deal with the male slave, who was still roaming around free to observe. Therefore, she plunged the dildo halfway into the hot, juicy pussy.
At the same time, she turned the switch, causing the battery powered motor to start. Tess leaped off the water bed in total joy and pleasure.
Ms. Kay knew, however, that those feelings would change shortly when the special dildo took her over completely. Tess was in for a real big surprise.
This was no ordinary shaft that she had sticking into her, but one designed by Ms. Wanda especially for occasions like this one.
Tess would just have to wait now though. It was dangerous to have a loose slave running around. There was no telling what kind of real trouble a ignorant slave could get themselves into.
"Sit down slave, here on this special wooden chair," she ordered the stupid, humble male slave. He, of course, obeyed immediately without saying a word.
As he sat on the thick wooden stool, Ms. Kay readied his bonds. This was no mere chair. Everything in Ms. Wanda's house was special. All the furniture, utensils and wall decorations could be used at any time during the torture sessions.
The slave instinctively held his arms wide out, parallel to the floor, although he had never been tied to this chair before. A large wooden beam, with six loose straps hanging down, was waiting for him.
Ms. Kay quickly secured each belt-like strap around his puny arms. She pulled so tightly the very blood seemed to flow from his limbs. The beam looked so sturdy and powerful next to his frail frame.
Next she spread his legs out wide and attached them to the sides of the stool. Both his ankles and thighs were strapped in very tight. He could hardly move at all now.
There must have been some enjoyment on his part, as he smiled slyly. All he wanted now was to fuck Ms. Kay. But perhaps instead, he would get a shot at Tess.
He did have a perfect view of Tess, with her legs wide open. Looking right down at her juicy pussy, he licked his chops and his cock got rock hard, again. Both he and Tess had no control over their sexual, aggressive desires.
Ms. Kay had apparently promised him some spoils of her war with Mistress Sapphire before she had been transformed into Tess the female slave slut.
She probably wanted the slave to perform at his best for her in the prior competition. Often, mistresses made such promises with no intention of keeping them. They forget a lot under such circumstances. What could a stupid, weak, humble, slave do about it anyway?
It didn't seemed to matter to him right now though. The view of Mistress Sapphire, now Tess, was perfect. Beside, he was about to witness one professional mistress torturing another as her female slut slave. Really, he had died and gone to heaven! What more could a humble, stupid slave ask for anyway?
Testing the bonds, Ms. Kay inserted a ball gag in the slaves mouth. "Keep the lid on slave. I know that this experience will be real intense for you.
But there is to be no moaning, yelling, screaming or routing during this performance, understand me?, " Ms. Kay asked in a very stern voice. She was sure to keep control of both Tess and the slave, no matter what promises had been made to either one of them.
The slave nodded as if he clearly understood her. Any good slave would have to; her instructions were crystal clear. Most mistresses, especially Ms. Kay, had that wonderful ability of making themselves understood, clearly, with just a few words.
Next, she strapped the slave's neck in place using a wide leather collar. He gasped for air as she tightened the device. She covered his nose with her black leather gloves, just to prove who was in total control.
The slave tensed up thinking we was going to be smothered to death. He could hardly breathe and the strong smell was put him into a strange trance. Of course, beautiful Ms. Kay was only toying with this poor slave.
She was yet unsatisfied with his state. Therefore, she put a pair of simple nipple clamps on each one of his useless tits. Although this was not his session, she wanted his attention.
There were also many other devices hanging from the walls or ceiling. Several could have been used as actual implements of torture during the Spanish Inquisition.
Each had its own evil story attached to it from the original use and now from being a part of W.I.S.H. The devices were too numerous to describe. Several would probably be pressed into action by Ms. Kay soon.
Tess was thrashing wildly now, rolling on the water bed, turning from side to side. This was difficult for her to do considering the bonds that held her down securely. The dildo had apparently taken her over as Ms. Kay knew it would. She was a hot, horny bitch; having difficulty controlling her passion.
This special battery-operated dildo could take control of a female slave's mind, body and soul. At first, it would produce great pleasure by moving slowly back and forth. Somehow, it created a slow fucking motion when lubricated.
The thick outer, spiral ribs added nicely to the sensation. Slaves reported that it was far better than those weird ribbed rubbers. It never tired; it just kept fucking.
The dildo was relentless and consistent. As long as the battery remained fresh, it would continue to stroke back and forth; in and out of the the slaves wet, juicy pussy. It also had some kind of a sensor that self-lubricated the shaft if and when the slave's pussy went dry. The wetter the cunt got, the faster the dick would fuck her. It didn't care whether the lubricant was pussy juice or her blood.
Tess was painfully aware of that now. It was like inverse feedback. The harder Tess tried to make it stop, the more it would fuck her, harder. She could not control her own cunt. Her pussy stayed wet beyond belief. Now her horny body betrayed her.
Ms. Kay was totally in control. Only she could regulate the dildo, causing it to fuck longer, harder and deeper. Right now, she wasn't inclined to change anything. It was all working too well now. She did open the hatch atop the throne seat, looking in to see the expression on the pain face of Tess.
"How's it feel now, Tess. I'll bet you are having a gay old time right now. Want some more?, " Ms. Kay asked sarcastically. Tess was in no position to respond. She may not have even heard exactly what Ms. Kay had said.
The more that Tess moaned and groaned, the harder the device worked. Tess had met her match and her needs were being filled. She had often kidded about her co-mistresses at W.I.S.H. about "being fucked around the clock, by two black men." This was the next best thing: a black, battery-operated dildo.
FOUR
Ms. Kay next took a small remote control device in her hands. It resembled the kind used for T.V.s or VCRs. She aimed it directly at the black dildo sticking out of Tess's juicy pussy. Pushing a red button, Tess jumped straight off the water bed.
As she fell back, the bed formed small waves that rocked her back and forth. Ms. Kay repeated the same action and again Tess shot off the sheets like a bullet from a 357 magnum.
Apparently, the dildo had a shock option built into it. Generally speaking, such things were very dangerous and should not be used by average mistresses and slaves. At W.I.S.H. though, Ms. Wanda insisted on long, laborious research before such devices could be perfected.
The guinea pigs, so to speak, were on loan from the state penitentiary death row. After three experiments, if they survived, magically they would be paroled.
Only thereafter, could they be used on her best slave customers at W.I.S.H. Tess was beside herself. She was probably not worried about the risk of the device. Knowing that Ms. Wanda herself would perfect the device, made her feel alright.
The pain was local and intense, all concentrated into her vagina. The wetter she became, the better the small dc current would transfer between her legs.
Further, each time that Ms. Kay shocked her, the deeper and deeper the artificial dick drive into her cunt. That cycle made her wetter and wetter, her juicy pussy more vulnerable for the dildo itself. Ms. Kay couldn't just leave matters alone though.
She took a small paddle from the highly decorated walls, and swung it between Tess's wide open legs. The sting from the paddle was not that bad. What annoyed Tess the very most was when Ms. Kay would hit the dildo, driving it farther and farther into her.
"Count with me slave. Start at one for every time it hit a home run into your pussy. When we get to twenty-five, let me know," Ms. Kay ordered. At twenty-five, Tess would probably be a bloody mess.
Ms. Kay didn't seem to care right now. She was having a ball (the slave's) and a lot of fun (at Tess's expense). Smiling for the camera, Ms. Kay waved to Ms. Wanda for good luck.
Next sat repositioned the top of the throne seat securely. This would cause Tess to breathe with great difficulty again. Sitting down heavily atop it and Tess, Ms. Kay started to rub her fat stomach. "This is for good luck, Tess. like the Chinese superstition of Hoy Toye. You'll really need some good luck and fortune to survive the next part of the session," Ms. Kay said sternly.
Less than an hour had elapsed. There was still plenty of time for her to play serious tricks on Tess. But what evil did she have in mind now? Whatever it was, surely Ms. Kay would make it count, as the camera was rolling. Also, she would want Tess to submit in a dramatic climax of her "film."
This was all mostly for Ms. Wanda's benefit. But how would she also better her relationship with Mistress Sapphire or Tess in the process?
With a great flare for the dramatic, Ms. Kay flipped open and closed the cover of the wooden throne seat. She would allow Tess to breathe normally for just a moment, and then cut off her air supply alternatively.
Finally, she settled down in the seat, with the center hatch open. "Suck my ass and pussy, Tess. Make me cum three times and perhaps I will let you up," Ms. Kay ordered her loudly.
Things were sure going Ms. Kay's way. She was now in total control of the dungeon, Tess, the slave and herself. It had been a long time coming, long overdo. Ms. Wanda had not previously recognized how far she had already come as a solo mistress. This whole scene would prove it to her now.
Ms. Kay was very proud of herself. She looked down at the "ex" Mistress Sapphire or Tess as she was now to be called. How helpless, fat, hopeless and unhappy she looked. There she was sucking away at Ms. Kay's hairy gorgeous pussy, lapping and licking for all she was worth.
Tess was apparently experienced at this kind of activity. She alternated between licking her pussy and sucking on her ass-hole. Her talented tongue plunged deeply into both crevices, bringing a tingling sensation all throughout Ms. Kay. She had not felt like this in ages.
It was good to be selfish and take care of herself sexually Ms. Kay thought. What luck that Ms. Wanda were not here. She would not allow such idle fantasy and pure fun for her mistress trainees. Free time was at a real premium for all who worked at W.I.S.H.
Ms. Kay thought to herself, it just doesn't get any better then this. Picture the whole scene. She was atop Tess, the ex Mistress Sapphire, now bound below her, sucking and licking constantly.
The slave was bound to the medieval torture chair, like the sturdy ones used in the terrible Spanish Inquisition. He and she would do whatever they were told, whenever Ms. Kay told them to.
Yes this was really paradise. Ms. Kay wondered what the poor people were doing now. She was obviously very rich to have all this at her finger tips. The slave and Tess were performing perfectly, at least for now.
In a way she had already replaced Ms. Wanda. She had not better let the old bag know how she felt yet. First Ms. Kay would have to get the legal sign over of W.I.S.H. to her before revealing her true feelings to Ms. Wanda.
Tess began to moan, yell and scream again as the black dildo worked her over internally. Every now and again Ms. Kay would zap her juicy pussy via the remote control. It was automatically programmed to give a greater shock each time the red button was pushed.
That is, the longer she zapped, the harder it responded. Tess didn't appreciate that subtle feature of its design. But she did like all the sexual advantages of the pleasure it brought her.
Despite all her shortcomings, Ms. Wanda surely was the best torture toy designer at least in the U.S. She was well known for all her ingenuous devices, spontaneous creativity and wild techniques.
Ms. Kay was very thankful she had studied under her. She had much to be thankful for now, as the Whip Bitch had completely changed her previously dull, drab, damned life.
Tess was not so happy about that now though. Ms. Kay's experience was starting to show. Previously, she would have been very impatient "to make something happen" in the session. Now she knew much better.
First, a mistress had to build up some rapport, fear and suspense with a slave. Then the unsuspecting slave could be sucked into the drama of the whole session.
Drama Ms. Kay wanted, and drama she got. Tess began to shake her legs and arms in an apparent futile effort to escape, the tight bounds. There was no way out for her. She had to try desperately. With all her power, weight and force, she could hardly budge the bounds and the throne.
Sooner or later, even a dumb slave figures out that struggling is useless. But most of the stupid ignorant, dumb slaves still try anyway.
As heavy as Tess was, this huge throne actually weighed more than she did. It was an awesome sight watching this AMAZON bitch struggling her tight bounds. All she really succeed in doing, though was rope and strap burning her extremities. The more she struggled, the redder that her arms and legs became.
Ms. Kay decided to give Tess a little more motivation to struggle harder. She wanted to see exactly how long and hard that Tess would continue to fight back.
Ms. Kay wondered what it would take to "break" Tess, into total submission. She was a heavy, powerful bitch. It would probably take quite a bit at that.
Fooling with the remote control, Ms. Kay raised the signal and frequency of "the zapper." Before it would buzz every two minutes on a low voltage strength. Now it was set to strike every thirty seconds on a medium voltage.
With the first revised setting, Tess jumped clear off the sheets on the huge water bed. Just as she settled down, the dildo fired again, and again. The pain now far outweighed any pleasure for Tess.
To maintain her pleasure and enjoyment up to now, she had been fantasizing about a black lover being atop her. This had helped to forget all the pain that went with the joy. It no longer was working for her, as the pain was getting too great, with too much frequency.
She now had the idea that Ms. Kay really wanted her to cum completely dry: a most painful experience. Some doctors actually used that approach to rid sexual addicts of their problem. This was, of course, done under proper supervision along with lots of professional counseling and therapy.
Tess began to cry heavily as she stopped sucking and licking on Ms. Kay's pussy. She felt beaten and hopeless. This was precisely the way she had made so many of her slaves feel before. But she wanted to cum so much, so often, so badly. What could a horny bitch really do?
Ms. Kay understood her plight and predicament. Somehow she would have to save the old Mistress Sapphire, while preserving control over the new slut-slave Tess.
It would not be easy dealing with "both" of them at the same time. There would almost be a split personality for Ms. Kay to deal with. Only a trained psychologist could handle that. Fortunately, she knew "them both" very well.
There could be only one fair solution right now for both of them. Ms. Kay would and could not give up the game yet. There was too darn much at stake, especially with the whole damned scene being filmed for Ms. Wanda.
She had to remain firm, but fair throughout it all. But Tess did deserve a short rest; now was as good a time as any to grant it.
"O.K., Tess, ease up a little. Give those fat lips of yours a little rest now. We'll finish up what we started later," Ms. Kay laughed. It was no great sacrifice on her part, as she had already cum to completion three times in just a few short minutes.
Tess was revealed to her Ms. Kay offer some compassion. It was the honorable way out for both of them. There was to be no easy time for Tess, no special consideration. On the other hand, Ms. Kay would apparently be reasonable at least.
Ms. Kay would now turn her attention to the dumb slave. He had sat silently by throughout this love making scene as ordered. That was his only job, to follow her every regal command to the letter.
First, however, Ms. Kay wanted to go outside for some fresh air and sunshine. Even a super whip bitch like herself, got tired every now and then. This would be a perfect time to take a short rest.
She checked the air supply for Tess with the throne seat wide open. Tying the lid off, Ms. Kay was sure that Tess would not suffocate during her walk outside. She stroked and rubbed the AMAZON between the legs. Finally, out of respect and compassion for her, she removed the thick black dildo out from her abused juicy pussy.
Ms. Kay was utterly amazed how long that Tess could keep her cunt all wet. She was a real horny bitch, most of the time.
Next she checked the slave. He was still bound securely to the wooden Inquisition chair. She loosened the leather straps and rope bonds around his arms and legs. He would get some circulation back to his limbs while she was gone. That would only be fair.
The dumb slave deserved some kind of a rest also. Now she could leave for a few minutes in good clear conscience.
It was a glorious day in the sunny south, hot muggy and humid as usual for the summer. With all her long hard work at W.I.S.H., Ms. Kay had not stopped to smell the flowers for over a year. Ms. Wanda was literally "a slave driver." She not only drove the real paying customer slaves, but also all of her mistress trainees as well.
That's why so many other co-mistress trainees had quit Ms. Wanda. They just had other commitments, like; husbands, children, family, friends, other jobs etc. She could not understand that. She gave, and expected, total dedication.
Ms. Kay soaked up the sun beams, letting the warm rays engulf her entire body. She stretched out on a recliner, closing her eyes, dreaming of her long, positive future. The longer she relaxed, the more clothing she removed to get a complete tan.
Little did she release that she was being watched closely from a neighbor's house. Ms. Kay was too tired, care-free and happy to notice such trivia at this time.
There was a tall stunning women, spying on her from two doors away. She wore real dark sunglasses, a red scarf, a colorful sun dress and a wide brim straw sun hat. This mysterious women, had beautiful Ms. Kay in the sights of her binoculars.
She stared constantly at Ms. Kay's gorgeous body, especially her long legs, and big tits. But why?
Unsuspecting and trusting, Ms. Kay actually fell asleep in the yard while basking in the warm sun. She didn't have a care in the world then; at least not one that she was aware of yet.
As the sun became too warm on her face and thighs, she rolled over on her back. Doing so, she loosened her leather bra, letting it fall to the ground. There would be no strap marks for her this year.
The mysterious women now began to photograph Ms. Kay through a telephoto lens. It was as if she were standing right there nest to the mistress. The shots would be just perfect, as she had a great angle , to see Ms. Kay huge tits.
The dark complected women moved around to get a better angle on Ms. Kay's crotch. There was almost some red pussy hair showing. After all, Ms. Kay was a natural red head.
Dreaming about various pleasant sexual things, Ms. Kay moved around consistent with her fantasy. At first, she thought about a nice talented Italian lover from long ago.
Therefore, her hips arched, pelvis rolled and her thighs thrashed. She could almost feel him penetrate her again, stealing her cherry, while deep in her sleep. Her hands moved down to her cunt and she started to masturbate hard.
Next she thought of the first time that she had been with Ms. Wanda as a lover. That was a real, mind-boggling, whole body experience for any women. She let Ms. Kay suck, lick and fondle her however she wanted.
Of course, Ms. Wanda reciprocated in many ways also. Now lying on the recliner, Ms. Kay smiled and moved her lips furiously. The mysterious women captured all of this on camera unfortunately.
Finally, Ms. Kay settled down into a dark, deep sleep. She no longer moved and thrashed around like a slut lover.
With all the movement and moaning though, she had succeeded in losing most of her clothes. Most of her garments were now on the floor beside her.
There she was, on the patio in Ms. Wanda's flower garden, asleep on a summer recliner stark naked. This was a serious ethical violation in W.I.S.H. Ms. Wanda tried to be very careful with the neighbors.
She did not want her cover blown, as it might cost her even more graft with the local police. Besides, it was bad press and poor business.
Apparently, Ms. Kay again became too warm in the hot, glaring outdoor setting. There were no clouds in the clear, summer southern sky. She was burning on her flat stomach. Instinctively, she rolled over onto her pretty back, which unfortunately exposed her huge naked breasts for all to see. The neighbor's camera clicked several times.
She was now oblivious to the whole thing, sound asleep. It had been a long time coming, but finally she could rest and relax. Taking a moment for yourself, being just a little selfish, sure was feeling good.
Ms. Kay slept with a wide smile on her beautiful face. She hadn't been this happy in a long, long time. There were no cares, no stress, no worries in her world.
In her subconscious, she still planned the remainder of this important session. Tess would be made to suffer more.
She would have to learn to completely serve Ms. Kay, mind and body alike. The slave would get his reward.
As Ms. Kay continued sleeping soundly, the slave and Tess were still trapped in the dungeon. Secure under the throne, Tess couldn't go anywhere though. She was content to rest now from her prior sexual encounters.
Her pussy hurt like hell from that large, black dildo scraping treatment before. Too bad such experiences always seem to come all at once she thought. There should be a way to space out such joy.
The slave was a different matter. His bonds had been loosened some by Ms. Kay. He was furiously trying to get free, turning his tired arms and weak legs every which way.
A little at a time, his left arm seemed to gain more and more slack in the strap. Finally, it was free at last!
For a brief moment, he could hardly believe his own eyes. He was really starting to get free. Furiously rubbing his right arm and shaking his free left one, some circulation returned. He also felt just a little strength come back.
The rest would be easy for him now. It was only a matter of time and patience. With persistence, he could be out in a few short minutes. His assumption proved correct.
Although Ms. Kay was a skilled mistress, these bound were more voluminous than secure. There were lots of them, but each held only a small force on his remaining arm and legs. His right arm became loose quickly.
Before proceeding, he hesitated for a brief moment. He wondered exactly what would happen if and when he were caught by Ms. Kay. What would she do to him?
There was really no choice; as he was already a slave. He had already suffered very tough punishments before and loved them. That's why he was a masochistic slave in the first place.
In this case, he actually had two great things to gain. The first and most obvious was that Tess lay naked, tied up right before him. She was there for the virtual asking. He could fuck her silly and no one would be the wiser.
Secondly, IF he were caught the punishments would be very severe indeed. But so what, that's what he had pain for in the first place. And, what was even better in this case, the additional pain and suffering would be free of charge. It seemed like this dumb, stupid and ignorant slave had actually figured out a perfect plan; at least, for him.
The slave stood up quickly and almost lost his balance. He had been sitting for so long, all tied up. The quick standing motion had made him a little dizzy. His strength would come back for the sexual aggression and anticipation.
Thinking for a short while, he decided that the best approach was to surprise Tess. He had to fool her into thinking that his real dick was actually the black dildo. He quietly moved around to the side of the throne, where she could not look straight up at him. Flipping the seat down, caught Tess off guard.
"Is that you, Ms. Kay?, " Tess asked sheepishly. "What do you want of me now. Please give me just a little more time to rest up. My battery isn't fully charged yet."
Apparently, the slave's planning was working, at least initially. Tess wasn't exactly sure what was going on yet. Next, he blocked the air holes on the side of the throne. Tess would now have to concentrate on breathing, not him.
The slave noticed that his cock was becoming rock hard. He also had been given a several hour rest. His balls ached also now. Being ready to take her, he sucked on her huge tits first and then rubbed her pussy. As he finger fucked her, she responded accordingly.
"Not so rough, Ms. Kay. Please go easy with me down there. You know, a a sensual women, how sensitive and abused pussy, even a wet cunt, can really be," Tess begged. "If I didn't know better, I would think that you had learned your bedside manner from a macho man."
Boy was this most embarrassing for the proud, but humble, stupid slave. She could detect the difference in loving making techniques between he and Ms. Kay.
Well, every lesbian knows that a women is more gentle and sensitive to another deepest women's needs. No man can match that soft, gentle touch. Anyway, most men are in too much of a hurry to cum themselves. All they are is pure selfish, sexual instinct. They push sex, not love and caring.
This was truly ironic though. Just a short while ago he had helped the former Mistress Sapphire with weapon choices and eye signals during the competition. His fondest dream was to fuck the beautiful, petite Ms. Kay.
But what the hell, the former Mistress Sapphire (now called Tess), was hot, heavy and raring to go for it. Of course, she was unaware that she was about to be fucked by a slave.
FIVE
Slave Phil had been working really hard up until then. But his reward was about to be very great. He kept listening for his clever mistress to return. Apparently, she was either asleep, or in the middle of a large mental lapse.
All his preparations were complete and Tess was really ready NOW. The slave mounted the AMAZON, whose legs were tied high in the air. He faced the head board of the bed and the top of the throne chair.
Grabbing onto the sides of the regal chair, his slipped his hard dick slowly into her juicy pussy. It went in easily, all the way.
"Wheeh you me. WOW, baby, do it, Ms. Kay," Tess pleaded. She could apparently not tell the difference between the dildo and the slave's rock hard cock. With her legs tied high in the air, her entire vagina was wide open for his riding pleasure.
He jammed his stiff shaft all the way into her back walls. Surely this had to hurt Tess badly.
Tess didn't seem to mind at all though. She moved around in pure sexual excitement. The harder the slave penetrated, the more she quelled and squeaked for jumping joy.
She had never experienced anything like this. Something was very different, but she wasn't sure exactly what it was. The cock seemed to her to have a certain flexibility. The balls swung freely against her ass. Also, their was no foul rubber smell that usually accompanied a dildo fucking.
The slave arched his back and drove his cock deeper and deeper. He let go of the throne and placed his hands directly on Tess's tender tits.
She thought that Ms. Kay's smooth, silky hands had gotten awfully rough. But she really didn't give it much thought. After all, she was having far too much fun to worry about little things like that.
He rode her harder and harder, rougher and rougher. Feeling the pressure, he knew full well that it was almost time to cum. It had been so damn long for him; finally he could have his much needed relief.
Of course, as a dumb slave he was unsure exactly how to handle this event. If he did, Tess would probably know for sure that she was being fucked by him. She was very wet down there, however.
If he didn't, all the fun of the sexual ride would be for naught. Decisions, decisions, decisions ... he thought. As a dumb, stupid and ignorant slave he was so unused to making such key decisions; especially about women and sex.
Slave Phil could hardly remember the last time that he had been called upon to make such a decision about a woman and/or sex. Usually the type of women that he dated were dominant.
They made all the decisions, selecting the restaurants, movies etc. Once they found out that he was a slave, than it was all over. They simply dominated him.
In the meantime, Ms. Kay was burning up on the patio in the blazing hot summer sun. Due to the spontaneous nature of her excursion, she had failed to use any sun screen or lotion. That was really foolish in this kind of hot, bright, sunny weather.
She would have great difficulty explaining that to stern and demanding Ms. Wanda. This would especially be a real big problem, considering some of the private places that her body was getting sun burned.
The longer she stayed out there, the warmer and more uncomfortable he became out there. She started to stir from the discomfort of the heavy heat and bright sun. It was getting to e just too much.
She now had great difficulty finding a comfortable place in the sun. It poured down on her entire body, blasting her with the very powerful sun's rays.
Ms. Kay was just not used to such quiet rest and calm relaxation. Usually, she worked and worked long, hard hours. She had enjoyed her nice short rest and sleep, along with the bright sunshine and warm air. But it was almost over.
Also, Ms. Wanda's patio had been specially designed for quick tanning. It had been used on many occasions to tan and burn the slaves' privates until they literally roasted brown. Then, of course, they could be properly tortured; like a sunburn tourist.
To accomplish this, Ms. Wanda had a unique metal and stone floor installed. It reflected the sunshine like a mirror of a large solar collector.
Thus, the hot, direct sun tanned Ms. Kay's tits, stomach and thighs. Meanwhile, the powerful indirect sun, shining off the mirror-like floor, baked her pretty back and sexy shoulders.
It was, therefore, getting way too hot out there in the bright sun. She tossed and turned, sweating profusely all over her body. Finally, when she kind of awoke, ringing wet and grimy, she stretched her arms and legs.
Still tired and drossy, she was unsure what day of the week it was. But she was awoke enough to notice that mysterious female figure in the yard next door. At least, Ms. Kay thought that the person was a female.
It did strike her as very unusual that "she" was dressed as warm as she was on such a hot day. Perhaps, she was trying to conceal her identity or sex; or something.
At first, Ms. Kay did not even remember that she and Tess were right in the middle of an important punishment session. She looked up at the bright sun and clear sky.
She struggled to clear her clouded mind and unclear thoughts. Some vague recollections of the proceedings were coming back to her slowly. But it sure was nice out there today she thought. It had been a long, long time since she had stop to smell the roses.
If only her sleep had continued for a little while longer, she thought. But, all good things must come to an end, sooner or later.
It seemed that Mistress Wanda and the entire dungeon staff worked all the time. They had virtually no home life at all. Very few people even talked about a family or any friends outside. They were all absorbed by the work that they loved so much.
She reached for a beach umbrella, set up next to her beach recliner. It was casting precious shade, but not near enough to really help her get cooler. The damned thing was jammed in its base; it just couldn't be moved.
Next she strolled over to the outdoor refrigerator, that Ms. Wanda had usually kept stocked with nice cool beers. Most of the co-mistresses were pretty heavy drinkers. What else could they do when their "job" was to sit around all day, waiting for wealthy male slaves to call for services.
The damned refrig was completely empty. In fact, the inside didn't even feel cool. Ms. Wanda, with all of her heavy traveling schedule, had failed to have the old box properly fixed.
This was not the first time that such things had happened; it would not be the last either. Ms. Kay was really disappointed in the way things were being run around here lately.
If only someone took a real interest in the place and cared about the needs of all the staff members.
The simple things really bugged here now. How difficult was it to have a few beers around?
Ms. Kay reflected on how Ms. Wanda, the SUPER WHIP BITCH, was really losing it lately. The old house was redecorated nicely, but in dire need of repairs. Most of these domestic arrangements had fallen back on her in Ms. Wanda's absence.
Ms. Kay was really striking out. First, she failed to use a sun screen and got sun burned. Now, there wasn't even any beer to cool off with. What else could go wrong now?
Walking slowly back toward the dungeon, in total disgust, Ms. Kay shuttered to even think about it.
She remembered that Tess, the converted mistress slave, was tied up waiting for the rest of her punishment. Now she would really suffer.
That was it! She could logically blame Tess for all her troubles. It really was her fault anyway. When she had still been THE AMAZON, Mistress Sapphire, it would have been her turn to tend to all those menial chores.
What fun Ms. Kay thought; another perfect excuse to torture and humiliate her. The mistress would try to come up with some logical torture and/or humiliation that was connected with the omission. For example, she could give Tess a beer enema.
Meanwhile, back in the dungeon ranch, the male slave Phil, was going at Tess with full force. His rock hard cock and aching pricked away at her tortured, juicy pussy. He drove down deeply into her dark recesses, one firm stroke after the other.
The deeper he plunged, the harder he squeezed her large tits. Every time he did, she squealed for total joy. Tess simply loved having her tits played with and fondled. Those were her pride and joys.
It had been a long time since he enjoyed rape sex this good. The slave was not used to being in charge of a female. This was a welcomed switch. He was going to savor every last second prior to cumming.
She didn't seem to mind the pain at all. It fact, she didn't even seem to notice it. The more he pinched and fingered her huge tits, the more she screamed. It wasn't clear whether her moans and screams were for joy or pain. Nonetheless, she did seem to be enjoying herself.
The slave had now decided to cum as much as he could. Stroking harder and harder, he built his entire psyche up into a musical crescendo, playing the rhythm of her body. Her fat seemed to roll together with the up and down motion of his cock.
He moved in perfect unison as he rolled back and forth, up and down, accepting his cock's deep penetration. Better yet, his balls swayed from side to side like a large ocean wave breaking on a sandy shore. His rod banged against her buttocks with a loud "THWAT" each time he penetrated.
Sensing her total loss of bodily control, the slave was going to let her mammoth body do all the hard work. Besides, it was way too hot in the dark dungeon now to work so hard. The hotter this bitch got, the more she wanted him or the black dildo she thought he was.
Therefore, he went up on his hands, cupping her giant tits, and feet between her legs. His entire body was, therefore, suspended above her accept for his rock-hard cock.
He found out by accident that the most comfortable position for him, was very uncomfortable for Tess. He placed both his large hands on her huge tits, one on each side. Those boobs were so large though, that he could hardly cover them.
Slave Phil gripped each tit between his thumb and index finger. As he pushed up and down, he could squeeze in rhythm. Her nipples became hard and red.
Whenever he felt like, he dipped his head down and bit each nipple. The best part was watching her strain to ease the pain. The female slave, Tess, simply hated it with a strong passion.
All the pressure from her tight pussy would transfer to his stiff shaft. Her tight twat pulled and wrapped completely around his rock hard cock. This was a marvelous position at least for him.
All his total pleasure and mere thoughts centered around his rock hard dick. It was as if that was all there was to his mind, body and entire soul.
For Tess, it would drive his dick deeper into her wet, juicy, tight cunt. They were driven together now. Her movement and moaning spurred him on to higher and higher heights; better and better pleasure.
It didn't take long at all. Within a few dozen short, deep strokes he could feel significant pressure build up in his loins. He was about to cum at long last. Squeezing hard on her large round tits, the explosion of cum came.
He would have just loved to see it, feeling thick creamy and virgin white. Why not see it? About halfway through the cycle, he withdrew his rock hard dick and opened the side hatch of the throne.
Tess could now suck the rest of it off completely. The female slave had always loved cum and cocks, especially in that order. She would not resist at all now. This was the best of both worlds; at least for Slave Phil, who had suddenly turned master.
Of course, the dumb, stupid ignorant male slave had forgotten the whole charade with Tess. Up until this time, she had not detected that he was really a male, with a real stiff dick shoved up deeply into her hot juicy, creamy pussy.
His cock was supposed to be the black dildo that Ms. Kay had been torturing her with. Tess was so terribly engrossed with that perfect feeling, that repeated cumming, that she had not noticed the differences.
Now she would know, without a shadow of a doubt, that she had been fucked by the slave. At this time, he just wasn't thinking clearly. All he wanted was more and more sex.
This wasn't even safe sex, for either one of them. How could he be sure that Tess "was clean." He had just met her and Ms. Kay the day before. Strictly speaking, he should have been wearing a condom.
Ms. Wanda did insist on very high standards for all her mistresses. But most had not been for a doctor's examination lately, due to the heavy work schedule. That was no excuse, of course.
The slave didn't care about social diseases at this time. Of course, he should have known better than that, as he was a highly intelligent and sophisticated businessman.
He was now driven solely by his superior sexual desires. That's probably why he had become a slave in the first place: to learn to control and curb frequent sexual desires.
It was clear, however, that Slave Phil had not really learned much yet at all. He had been completely driven by his pure raw, animal instincts. They had taken control of him, and absorbed his entire life, mind and body.
Tess didn't hesitate either, grabbing the cock in her mouth. She had always wanted a cock of her own. There was only two ways for a female to get one: suck it or have a male baby.
He shoved the rock hard cock deeply into her large mouth. Tess took it fully, licking the tip with her talented lips.
She sucked, licked, lapped and bit instinctively, like any bitch in heat would do. No doubt that she had performed these acts many times before; and enjoyed them immensely.
This was even better for the slave than the previously hard and long fucking. Two giant cums for the nominal, normal price of one. This one was the best though; as it was on his terms. What could be better than that?
After she was done draining his shaft of the white thick cream, he sunk down to her chest with a thud. Placing his head between her large breasts, he began to lick them again. This was the best that he had ever experienced.
As a teenager, young boy and college student, his parents were very strict. He was a virgin until his wedding night with his first wife. That evening was a total disaster.
She was very experienced, probably a whore in college, and he was a neophyte. Poor Phil was taken badly that night; as she raped him badly, her way, repeatedly. But he would never forget that, vowing to some day get even.
Gradually she taught him about sex and he learned slowly to enjoy himself. This was especially true with other women, outside his marriage. But relaxing, with any woman, under any circumstances, was always a problem for poor Phil.
After their divorce in his mid twenties, he really played the field heavily and partied all the time. It was not unusual for him to screw two broads on the same night then.
That was easy to do while working the glitzy disco circuit in New York City. He tended bar for a while and later became a part owner of one of the better clubs. That's when he realized that he had a real gift of gab; especially for bull shitting the dizzy blonde type ladies.
Phil was a real classic. He fucked and sucked his way through life for a while, almost aimlessly. In fact, many of his early jobs came from the fact that he either seduced the female boss or his daughter.
Gradually he realized that he should become a slave instead. Some of those dumb blondes were not so dumb after all. They realized, before he did, just how much and how effectively he could serve as their humble, obedient sex slave.
When he answered the short ad for captivating Ms. Wanda in a dominance magazine, his whole life changed quickly. He loved her dearly, as a model women and dominant mistress. But sex was missing from his life.
He could not totally give it up as she had asked him to do. If she ever found out about tonight, well; he would be one dead coon ass!
He had another problem to face now. Tess knew about him. At least she knew that she had just been fucked by a man. How could he handle that? Would she reveal him for her own benefit?
Perhaps there was a way that they could work something out for their mutual benefit. On one hand, although a slave, he did have a small dominant streak in him. He was now finding nicely out that she, the ex-dominant, also had a small submissive streak inside of her!
The poor bewildered slave didn't get much time to thing about his predicament. Just as he started to relax on Tess, the dungeon door swung wide open. In stormed Ms. Kay.
"What the hell is going on here. Tess why did you seduce the slave like that," she asked. Mistress Sapphire, now affectionately called slut slave Tess, was astounded.
She had not done anything really wrong. How could she have resisted his advances, in her current condition, all tied up to the throne?
"Well slave, Phil, what is your excuse? How and why did you get lose from your bonds? You know the rules here at W.I.S.H., no physical contact between the slaves and their mistresses! You both lose," Ms. Kay threatened.
Well they had both gone and done it now. Ms. Kay was furious about the whole thing. And, it was all on the video tape for Ms. Wanda to see. There would be no denying any of these indiscretions to anyone.
Of course, they would both have to be punished severely and swiftly right now. The W.I.S.H. dungeon did have strict rules, that were strictly enforced all of the time.
Ms. Wanda and her staff would not let anyone off too easily. They prided themselves on being ethical. It would not matter that those charged were part of the staff and favored by the owner.
There were a lot of other loose ends to think about and cover. Tess had been fucked by a male slave, while she, Ms. Kay, had been responsible. She wondered how THE AMAZON, now slave Tess, would react to that after some time to think.
Ms. Wanda, the Head Mistress, would not appreciate the fact that Ms. Kay had been sunbathing during that awful rape scene. Perhaps she could think of some kind of a real good excuse. Boy would that be difficult under the circumstances!
Ms. Kay was also reminded of the "woman" she had seen "spying" on her apparently from the next yard. That whole scene did not make any sense to her.
But what about the mysterious women with the camera, photographing Ms. Kay? Who was she? What was she up to?
SIX
Ms. Kay could hardly believe her beautiful brown eyes. The slave had apparently worked himself loose from his bonds.
Somehow, he had also made the stupid decision to fuck Tess. Just like a stupid and ignorant slave, to take the offensive when you didn't want him to.
It was also possible that Tess had contributed to his indiscretions. She certainly must have enjoyed the real fucking, instead of that stiff black long, shocking dildo. How could all of this go wrong in the short time that she had taken her nice nap?
Ms. Wanda would have her pretty ass now. She had often been warned about breaking the ethical standards and strict rules at W.I.S.H. Now she had gone and done both together. Would Ms. Wanda ever forgive her now?
This would only be a big problem if and when Ms. Wanda found out about all of this. There must be a way to settle this for the mutual benefit of Tess and the dumb slave. There were two separate problems though.
The slave was relatively easy. He had been "given" his reward already, by fucking Tess. All she had to do with him was convince of just that. In other words, Ms. Kay would tell him that she intentionally loosened the bonds to let him free.
Obviously, she knew that he wanted to fuck Tess. Any man, having experienced all the torture that he had been through in the last sessions, could not resist.
His actions were, however, in violation of the W.I.S.H. strict rules and high standards for slaves. Strictly speaking, he had not obtained Ms. Kay's permission to do so.
Therefore, she could "accept" and understand what he had done. Nonetheless, he would still have to be punished now.
He was a dumb, stupid, ignorant slave; who loved pain. But even he could probably understand that kind of logic. And, if he didn't, he would give a shit anyway? Slaves didn't count at all in the big picture.
The slave would be easy to handle then. But Tess was yet another matter all together. Mistress Sapphire, now slave slut Tess, was very stubborn and head strong.
But she did love very hard, rough sex, especially in a rape scenario. Basically, down deep inside she was a closet submissive.
According to Ms. Wanda though, such desires were evil for a mistress to harbor. Therefore, Mistress Sapphire had to keep them secret.
Above all else, she wanted to stay at W.I.S.H. By the same token, though, she needed to fill her slut sexual desires as a true submissive. Ms. Kay could take full advantage of Tess's strong, aggressive sexual urges. This was especially convenient, as Ms. Wanda traveled so much.
The solution then was relatively easy. All Ms. Kay had to do was convince Tess that the rape scene was planned for her benefit. After all, she was a slut slave submissive.
Ms. Kay felt that the easiest, most effective thing to do would be getting Tess converted back to Mistress Sapphire. That would not be difficult now that she had been fucked. Therefore, she carefully untied her bounds one at a time.
In doing so, she slowly and gently rubbed the AMAZON'S arms and legs, improving her circulation. Mistress Sapphire, still thinking like the slut slave that she really was.
After she had been completely untied freely, Tess still obediently lay on the water bed quietly. Right now, she didn't know exactly what to expect from Ms. Kay.
This whole thing was very confusing for her. First, the competition had been lost, even after she had cheated some. Next, she was forced to serve Ms. Kay as a total slut slave.
Then, she was fucked silly until she bled, by that dreaded black dildo shocker device. And finally, she had been fucked dry by the humble stupid slave, turned aggressive. What else could possibly happen to her today?
Ms. Kay removed the giant throne by starting the electric hoist in the ceiling above. Usually, Ms. Wanda would think of everything. But this jewel was her idea, a totally automatic block and tackle, on pulleys and a track, that could lift over two thousand pounds. That was enough to support the heaviest of slaves, suited in medieval armor.
Also, she had insisted that a mirror system be installed on the walls, between the decour, and all over the ceiling.
In that way, the mistresses could comfortably observe their dumb slaves, in various distorted positions, from any angle. Ms. Kay usually loved to recline on her back, settling in the large water bed, while observing her slaves suffering. Yes, that was indeed the good life.
But her "good life" had now become very complicated now. She had a real potential mess on her pretty little hands. To remedy that, she would now do some real fast talking.
"Listen up, Sapphire. I know that you are tired and sexually exhausted from all that fine cumming. But here's the deal now," Ms. Kay spoke nonchalantly.
She went on to explain to Mistress Sapphire exactly how the slave had broken several W.I.S.H. rules By not asking her permission, prior to the fucking, he could be subject to expulsion from the stable. Obviously, that was a serious offense, punishable via serious consequences and pain.
Ms. Kay, however, felt that such a punishment would be too severe under the circumstances. She was within her own rights to make such a tough ruling in Ms. Wanda's absence. After all, she was the delegated mistress in charge while The Whip Bitch was away.
Justice at W.I.S.H. was usually swift, fair, firm and public. That is, dumb slaves and offending mistresses alike were disciplined in public.
Those were the rare occasions that slaves could really enjoy themselves, at the expense of their own mistresses. Of course, they had to be very careful; as bitches have a great way of getting even later on.
Mistress Sapphire was also very familiar with the ritual of punishments at W.I.S.H. No one wanted to be publicly humiliated; unless, of course, they were truly submissive. She knew that the next few hours would be very interesting.
Tess immediately noticed that Ms. Kay had addressed her as "Mistress Sapphire." That could only mean that her punishment had been temporarily suspended, until after the stupid slave was properly punished. She decided to be bold and test the water some with Ms. Kay.
"I hear you, Kay. You are right this was a bad scene. After all, planned, attempted and successful rape of a W.I.S.H. mistress is a very crime, in Ms. Wanda's book," Mistress Sapphire said.
Apparently she had gotten Ms. Kay attention. That was a perfect response that they could both work with. Of course, the answer was now obvious to both of them.
The slave could easily be the "fall guy," taking all the blame. This would be a perfect scene for her home video. She would have to make it appear real and spontaneous for Ms. Wanda's benefit.
"Look Sapphire, I certainly appreciate your help and understanding with this difficult matter. At first, I wanted the slave to get lose to please you. But he was supposed to stay with reasonable limits and serve your wishes.
Instead, he opted to seek only his sexual pleasure totally disregarding your needs and feelings. I'm sorry," Ms. Kay apologized to Mistress Sapphire.
They both were stunned. Ms. Kay, listening to her own words, was absolutely amazed at her candor. She understood Sapphire's feelings and thoughts. How compassionate she had been with the AMAZON, even for the usually cruel Ms. Kay. Her sensitivity, down deep inside that adult child, really showed now.
Mistress Sapphire listened and appreciated her love. Perhaps, they would get much closer after all. She needed that, as her abused pussy physically hurt more than ever. Wanting sex ever so much, she had allowed herself to be raped, and by a dumb stupid, ugly slave. How humiliating, how low she felt at this very moment.
But Ms. Kay really seemed to understand. She would help Mistress Sapphire with the pain, suffering and humiliation. Her feelings had to come out immediately, as the rage built. like a pressure cooker with a broken valve, she ached.
There was probably nothing that would making the hurting Mistress Sapphire feel better soon. Her pain, frustration and embarrassment were great. She wanted to cry, or perhaps scream and yell. But at whom? And, why?
Obviously she had suffered a great personal loss, of her own self-respect. There had to be a way of gaining some of it back soon. She really didn't have much self-esteem in the first place, to be giving some of that precious commodity away.
How could she face Ms. Wanda and the W.I.S.H. mistresses? Could she really tell Ms. Kay exactly how badly she felt?
The slave was going to be the answer.
"Listen, Kay, this dumb stupid, ignorant, insolent slave must be punished severely, right now. He is the source of my all my problems now. We will GET even, on him together," Mistress Sapphire threatened.
As usual, she could not accept personal responsibility. Everything that had gone wrong in her life was obviously "on the outside," in her opinion.
According to her, nothing could be wrong on the inside, with her. If only she really knew and was willing to face the truth. How much better off she would be in the long run!
Both Ms. Kay and Mistress Sapphire had, therefore, agreed that the slave's ass was dead meat. He would be punished severely right now. As both of the bitches were rather tired, they decided not to haul his ass back to the dungeon.
Instead they would torture him, right where he committed his heinous crimes in the master (or mistress) bedroom. This could be the perfect out for both Ms. Kay and Tess. Besides, they could both have some fun in the process.
The large Spanish Inquisition chair was still in place. That's where it had all started ; how ironic and fitting. He had escaped from there and now he would suffer on it.
This had to be special though. His crimes were terrible. The severe punishments must be matching and appropriate. Of course, only Ms. Kay and her "new" sidekick, could invent something that would fit perfectly.
Mistress Sapphire felt good being back. As Tess, she had to follow all of Ms. Kay commands to the letter. That was a lot of fun for her, until now. This was truly exquisite. There was nothing more satisfying for a mistress than to punish a dumb slave for indiscretions committed against her.
She had been rapped, first by a dildo; and, then by the aggressive, stupid slave. Those were serious, heinous, real difficult crimes. Her tough punishments would reflect that. Paybacks were a real bitch!
"Let me handle this big fucker, at least initially," Mistress Sapphire asked me Ms. Kay in a pleading voice. "This big S.O.B. will be sorry that he ever set eyes on me after this! I'll fix the cock sucking, bastard for good."
No doubt, that Mistress Sapphire was very, very serious. Ms. Kay was in an immediate bind and compromising position. She would have to ultimately have to respect The AMAZON. Mistress
Sapphire had been severely rapped, and she needed to get even with the aggressive slave NOW.
Ms. Kay also remembered that Mistress Sapphire had an extremely hot, unpredictable temper. She could go hog wild on a moment's notice, beating a slave beyond recognition.
Therefore, Ms. Kay would let her set the whole damn scene. As she proceeded, however, she would have to be closely watched and monitored. "Sure, Sapphire, go first."
Mistress Sapphire wasted no time now. She grabbed the slave by both his arms and his hair, pulling across the room. She literally slammed him upside down on the large wooden Spanish Inquisition chair. His legs landed over the thick horizontal beam, that had previously secured his arms. It was by coincidence, but nonetheless perfect.
She continued with a vengeance, first spreading his legs wide apart, on either side of the beam. Tying them tightly, she pulled down on his feet. With that, the back of his knees scrapped along the beam. His limp cock and sore balls were exposed for her to squeeze. And, squeeze she did.
The dumb, stupid, ignorant slave responded accordingly. She now had his total attention, which was again centered in his loins. This particular slave had a tremendous sexual prowess; he never stopped, especially for a forty year old.
The AMAZON next took his hands and spread them to either leg of the large chair. Each one was locked tightly into wrist cuffs. She pulled two wide belt straps around his middle, locking them in place. He, and she, were ready.
One of Mistress Sapphire's real traits and talents, was effectively using her size and weight. In this case, the dumb, stupid aggressive slave was actually kind of frail. Her solution for that was to sit directly atop him, landing with a great "thud," on his flat stomach.
Of course, she succeeded in knocking all the wind out of his lungs. He gasped for air in deep pain. Anyone that had ever played football, knows for sure how painful and scary that can be.
Mistress Sapphire made herself comfortable on the small slave's flat chest and neck. Not only had all the air been knocked out of him, he could hardly breathe now anyway. She literally owned his air supply, by choking him steadily. She squeezed his throat and thin neck firmly with her large powerful thighs.
She was not satisfied yet though, just beginning his torment. Bouncing up and down, she could hear the "whoosh" of air entering and leaving his lungs each time. What a great game she had invented, "forced slave breathing."
Of course if she missed a beat, the slave would suffocate. If he had failed to breathe in rhythm, he would die.
Unfortunately, Mistress Sapphire was facing the wrong direction. She had initially been so concerned with punishing the slave, another stupid mental lapse occurred. Ms. Kay noticed her simple error and figured she would turn around soon enough. After all, how could a mistress torture a slave's cock, with her back turned to it?
Shortly thereafter, she did turn around, landing again with a large "what" on the slave. His air supply cut off, he continued to "Whooosh" from his sore lungs accordingly. He was in a bad way now, breathing irregularly.
"Now we'll see what this evil cock and aching balls of yours are all about, slave. What's a matter I don't excite you any more. How come these useless organs are so limp?, " Mistress Sapphire taunted him repeatedly. His sad cock had shriveled all up into a limp, lifeless state. The tip was hardly visible. His scrotum was tucked away in hibernation.
Ms. Kay wanted to help The AMAZON Mistress out now. She was so comfortable, sitting atop the dumb slave, it would be a real shame to have her move from her lofty, regal perch.
Therefore, Ms. Kay handed her the same black shocking dildo that she had used initially on her. What true poetic justice this was going to be!
Without hesitation, Mistress Sapphire shoved the black dildo deeply into Slave Phil's tender ass. Some say he was still almost a virgin. Many slaves go through their whole lives without experiencing the joy of an ass fucking. He would have that experience now, in dark black dildo spades.
Mistress Sapphire smiled broadly as she continued plunging the dildo into him. Simultaneously, she slapped his limp cock and small balls in unison.
Next, she carefully turned on the switch of the battery operated dildo, letting it take over the a life of its won. The slave moaned as it sunk in.
Ms. Kay had anticipated her next move, by handing her the small remote control. The slave's eyes grew broad and wide. He had seen this evil device in use on her before. There was no way to brace, as The AMAZON hit the red button.
The slave tried to jump completely out of his tight bonds from the sharp electric shock, he had it set on manual. Thus she could zap him at random; teasing, taunting him in the meantime. "Are you ready now slave. Here we go again," she would say before pushing the dreaded red button. At times, she would fake him out. His distorted and painful facial expressions were priceless.
Mistress Sapphire handed the small remote control back to Ms Kay. She had apparently grown bored of it, or maybe had something else big and better in mind. The dumb, stupid slave was temporarily relieved for his intense shocking pain. Mistress Sapphire was only just getting started now.
"Here, Kay, have some fun on your own. Be my guest. This particular slave seems to really enjoy our "zapper." With that, Ms. Kay took the small remote control and started to play with the control buttons.
The first one that she pushed activated a wire heater inside the dildo. The setting was on "warm." The hotter it got inside the slave's ass-hole, the more he writhed around. Liking the motion a lot, Ms. Kay moved the setting to "hot."
The slave was uncontrollable, moving up and down, side to side. He moved so furiously that they had to secure the base of the Spanish Inquisition chair. This special dildo that Ms. Wanda had designed was trulyingenuous.
Ms. Kay concentrated on the remote control, experimenting with other small buttons as well. Some were clearly marked, like the one that read "Liquid, hot or cold." She like the sounds of that idea.
There was yet another choice called "alternating," which she selected. Every thirty seconds, either a very hot or very cold liquid would get squirted into the slave's ass.
The best part of that approach was that the liquid was a severe torture all by itself. In addition, it would help transfer the electric shock all throughout the slave holes.
Meanwhile, Mistress Sapphire planned the torture course for the slaves cock and balls. She stepped off of the slave's chest temporarily to get the vacuum pump. This device would suck this cock fucker bastard dry, she thought.
Why should she waste all her energy on him. The machine would do all the work for her.
She tied two leather cords tightly around the base of his limp cock and sore balls. These would help excite him, while she blew in his ear. Sure enough his limp cock and sore balls responded quickly. This slave was a regular sex machine; or maybe, just sex addicted.
Mistress Sapphire, The AMAZON power house, pulled the leather ties with all her might. His cock popped up and his balls popped out. Cutting off his circulation so, they were both turning a deep, dark purple. He moaned and squirmed.
He could not escape now, though. She literally had him by the balls. Supposedly, he did not want to anyway. After all, he was a good loyal, submissive male slave.
Slapping the cock back and forth firmly, it continued to grew gorged with his blood. Lubricating his hard shaft, she drove the vacuum tube over the stiff member, Ms. Kay turned the pump on, slowly sucking and scrapping him off.
The violent combination of the sharp electric shocks, the driving dildo and the sucking vacuum tube were too much. The slave could take all of that pain at the same time. Such intensity was centered on his sexual organs.
Also he was gasping wildly, thrashing around, for air. He could hardly breathe, as Mistress Sapphire sat squarely on his small, frail chest. The contrast in their sizes and weights was almost comical. What a funny picture this scene would have made. It was all on video too, for Ms. Wanda.
Ms. Kay revved up the vacuum pump motor. The tube slid back and forth freely over his hard cock faster and faster. This was the second time in less than a day, that he had been subjected to such treatment. The difference was that now he was electrically shocked at the same time.
SEVEN
"Give him the tip also, Kay. He'll really enjoy that," Mistress Sapphire ordered. "The tip" was a small, hollow plastic rod, that fit through the hole atop the vacuum tube. Ms. Kay carefully inserted into into the clear, hard plastic vacuum sucker tube. The stupid slave tensed up making the insertion unnecessarily more difficult.
Slowly, in a short spiral, Ms. Kay worked the plastic rod into the tip of his abused cock. The slave moaned deeply, as the thin rod sunk further and further inside him. As it disappeared within him, his face became painfully distorted.
He seemed very worried about what would come next. There was sure one quick way to get a slave's undivided attention: mess with his cock and balls.
This especially worked well with the macho, sexy type. They couldn't stand to be handled in their privates at all. One thing for sure would cum next, and that was his hard cock.
They both knew all too well that if anything went wrong at all; well they were both fucked, literally. That is, those glass rods did break every now and again. Of course, Ms. Kay was properly trained. But she was not perfect. Even the best of mistresses would make an occasional mistake.
Ms. Kay kept tapping to the tip of the small, hollow plastic rod, driving into deeper into his cock. When she was satisfied that it was in all the way, she turned it a few times just to make real sure.
Finally, she pouring a pinkish antiseptic all over the tube and into the rod. While doing so, she smartly made him watch the thin fluid pour down into the depths of his rock hard prick.
The slave's face was one of total, pure fear. He was not sure exactly what she was doing to him. Plain and simple, Slave Phil was scared shitless.
The liquid had a special, unique odor all to itself. It was hard to place exactly what it was. No matter what the slave knew that the smell that filled the dungeon, was one of medicine; and strong medicine at that.
It must have burned the slave badly, as he jumped and twitched for all he was worth. But the stupid slave was real silly. He just didn't know what was going on.
Ms. Kay was only trying to insure that he did not become infected from the penetration. It just never dawned on him that Ms. Kay was actually trying to help him. He, like most slaves, were really stupid.
The fear had been overpowering his small, pee brain. There was no way that he could comprehend anyone helping him at this time; especially his mistress. If only he knew that she really cared about him and THE SCENE, that she loved so much.
Now as the vacuum tube sucker moved up and down, in and out, it took the small, hollow plastic rod with it. The slave then was being manipulated from outside and inside his cock at the exact same time. The pressure within his abused cock and tortured balls built quickly.
Mistress Sapphire was not finished yet though. She attached several clothes pins to the fleshy part if his exposed balls, tapping each firmly into place one at a time.
Next, she hung a leather sling strap around the base of his balls. From it she hung six medium sized weights. Each pulled at a different location on his already sore balls.
The slave felt intense, sharp pain on his right side. Previously, he thought that he had been injured during the normal contest sessions before. The pain was similar, but now it was getting much worse.
Now she was only making matters far worse. He tried to explain that to Mistress Sapphire in a civil tongue, but she would not listen.
"What's a matter, slave, cannot take it? I thought you were supposed to be real tough. You must be getting very old; a real sissy," Mistress Sapphire teased. Little did she know, how he really felt.
The slave decided that discretion was indeed the better part of valour. But he had to do something, as he was being torn apart from the inside out. He appealed to Ms. Kay and she smiled subtly at him.
Probably, she understood exactly how much trouble he was really in. Perhaps, she would help after all. But it had better be soon, real soon.
"O.K. slave, one big cum and we will loosen you up for a short rest. But remember, you will still be severely punished for you heinous crimes," Ms. Kay told him.
It won't be hard to do; he was almost there now. As the pressure built up, more and more, the slave pushed and pulled against the vacuum tube sucker. He would easy it along, making it easier on himself.
But he was almost afraid to cum completely, with the severe pain in his groin. It had been bothering him for a while. But before, while fucking Tess, he had hardly noticed it. Now, though, the pain was getting much greater.
He really didn't have much of a choice. Just as he was thinking about it, the thick white cream started to flow. And flow and flow out of his stiff, abused cock it did. After about a full, two minutes it almost stopped.
Ms. Kay wasn't satisfied at that point, so she gave him a "big zap" at the same time. The electric shock caught his stiff cock just right, forcing more white creamy cum out, along with a few drops of bright red blood.
Unfortunately, Ms. Kay had ignored the severe warning plastered all over the metal side of the vacuum tube sucker. It read plainly: "Lift up, as the slave is cumming."
Perhaps she had become too engrossed in the overall scene. Her pleasure was all that really mattered now. It had been so damn long that she had had so much pure fun and pleasure: all for herself.
The instructions, written be Ms. Wanda herself, were crystal clear. All Ms. Kay had to do was lift up the clear plastic hose as Slave Phil started to cum.
The reason for this was very simple: to prevent his creamy liquid from messing up the expensive machine. She had failed.
Related consequences were just as simple and devastating. As the dumb slave came, nature took over. The harder the vacuum pump sucked, the more he spurt out. His white creamy cum filled the clear plastic hose leading to the inside of the vacuum pump, sucker mechanism.
The thick, highly viscous liquid clogged the tube and the pressure regulator. This fooled the pump into thinking that it should work and suck harder.
As such, it began to pull strongly on the base of his cock, causing even more severe pain than before. Also, when Ms, Kay "zapped" him with the electric shock, it hit at the precise moment that his cum splattered. The slave screamed like a wild animal, he sounded like he had been mortally wounded.
Abruptly, he fell back limply in his tight bounds. Both Ms. Kay and Mistress Sapphire were surprised and scared. There were unsure about what had happened. The slave's body was totally motionless.
Both bitch mistresses were afraid to even touch him now. He looked terrible; all pale, limp and sweaty. Perhaps, he had just passed out for a moment. Although, he could have been hurt badly. After all, he had taken a severe shock and lots of other punishment.
Neither Ms. Kay nor Mistress Sapphire had ever seen anything like this. They both wished that Ms.
Wanda were here now. She would know what to do. Ms. Kay felt for his pulse, shaking her head. "He's dead, Sapphire," she said.
The slave was still tied silently slumped in the chair, upside down, hanging from the Spanish Inquisition chair. With his head near the stone cold floor, his eyes appeared wide, wild, wet and large. His both pupils looked dilated.
He had not moved at all since the "fatal" zap by Ms. Kay. His arms and legs were limp and lifeless. By all outward signs, he appeared dead.
Both Ms. Kay and Mistress Sapphire stared at him in total disbelief. My God what had they done? They thought at least for now, that they had just killed one of Ms. Wanda's best slave customers.
Neither knew for sure; but he was probably a vice president at one of the large Dallas banks. Usually, he was dropped off and picked up by limousine.
Only Ms. Wanda had first hand knowledge of the private, real lives of all her slave charges. She, of course, held such information in total confidence. Her files were locked safely away in a hidden safe, for which only she knew the location. Also, she had memorized the combination.
Ms. Kay and Mistress Sapphire pondered exactly what to do next. They considered calling the police. Ms. Wanda would not want that alternative at all. Perhaps, they should call her first. This was sure serious enough.
That would be a very serious transgression though. It was something that neither Ms. Kay and/or Mistress Sapphire ever had to do before. Would they now need to be bailed out by the Supreme Head Mistress?
When Ms. Kay did try to locate Ms. Wanda, she was told that she had just left to return home. It was about a four hour drive, at sixty-five miles per hour, with no stops. Perhaps, they would just have to wait, in hell.
Ms. Wanda also had several other mistress friends around this town. Maybe they would understand and know what to do. Both Ms. Kay and Mistress Sapphire were frantic by now.
In their wildest imagination, they never thought that any slave could (or would die) on them. That was a scenario for which even the experienced Ms. Wanda had not prepared them. Slaves were all forced to take a complete physical every six months as a precaution. Apparently this slave had a defect.
There was no reasonable alternative. The chauffeur would soon return for Slave Phil. There would be lots of serious questions raised. They would have to stash his dead body someplace, until Ms. Wanda returned. She would know what to do and exactly how to do it. Also, with all her friends and contacts, she could call for additional help.
Both Ms. Kay and Mistress Sapphire were apprehensive to even touch the "dead" slave. They had to face reality now. The slave HAD to be moved, right away.
Ms. Kay took the initiative and starting undoing his tight bonds slowly. One by one she loosened the belt hooks in the wide leather straps. Next, she unfastened the ropes and belts around his feet, middle and ankles.
All throughout this, his head never moved; his eyes never opened or blinked. With the last bond off, he slumped to the floor. Ms. Kay walked over to him slowly.
Ms. Kay stared down at the tall, frail lifeless form, piled on the cold stone dungeon floor. He had fallen and stayed in an almost perfect fetal position. "Please get his clothes, Sapphire. We will have to dress him properly before disposing of his body," Ms. Kay said sadly.
She hovered above the body, pacing back and forth like a caged wild animal. Finally, she stopped directly over his body, with one foot on either of him. If only he could see her now, what a perfect view of her wet hairy pussy he could have; all too himself. Dead men can't see, not even cunts.
Mistress Sapphire returned with all the slave's clothes. His fine three-piece suit must have been worth five hundred dollars by itself. The shirt had been hand-made in Hong Kong, by one of their finest tailors. His shoes were slick brown, patent leather, Italian imports worth several hundred thousand lira. This jerk had been a real success.
They both looked at his expensive clothes long and hard. The outer wear certainly didn't represent the humble slave that they had known. That's the good part about owning and having dumb slaves.
When they were buck naked, they all fortunately looked alike. All a mistress really had to do was assign them numbers. Names really never did mean much of anything for a slave anyway.
"Bye, Slave Phil; I'm real sorry about this whole thing. Mistress Sapphire and I don't even know how this happened. We never meant to harm you permanently. You were a very good, loyal and humble slave. We had a lot of real fun. Thanks for all the memories," Ms. Kay said solemnly.
Ms. Kay started to cry as she looked at Slave Phil and then Mistress Sapphire. They both knew that their lives would never be the same. Perhaps, they would go to jail. Maybe, Ms. Wanda would be able to protect them; but, she would still kick them out of W.I.S.H.
Since Ms. Kay was now so totally emotional about the whole thing, Mistress Sapphire bent down to roll the slave completely over. She was going to try dressing him on the stone cold dungeon floor.
Doing so, she noticed how cold and drafty the dark dungeon had become all of a sudden. Just a few short minutes it had been so warm and sunny out, so stuffy in the dungeon. Now, it was freezing.
The air in the dark, dimly-lit dungeon was not the only cold thing around. Ms. Kay felt her ice cold hands and wondered. The tips resembled a frost bite victim: cold, clammy, sweaty and purple. Also, she grouped around for Mistress Sapphire and she had the same condition. Death had taken over the atmosphere in the very dungeon itself.
Mistress Sapphire was unfortunately very superstitious about death and dying. In her native India, things had to be just so or evil spirits would come back and curse you. She felt that the slave's body must be treated with respect. Otherwise, evil would befall all in W.I.S.H.
"Surprise, here I am," the dumb, stupid, cunning, faking slave said with enthusiasm. Boy did I fake you out badly. You both had better check for little brown stains, all over the dungeon. I'll bet their are lots of them," Slave Phil taunted them both loudly.
Both Ms. Kay and Mistress Sapphire were stunned again. That stupid, ignorant, no good, lying slave had been faking all the time. What a performance he had put on for them.
Neither bitch mistress had any idea that he could still be alive. Based on their initial vital sign check, both were sure that he had been killed by the small electric shock. That was unlikely due to the very low voltage dc current. However, under no circumstances should this type of novel treatment be used by any rank amateurs without supervision.
Ms. Kay was especially pissed off at him. He had virtually ruined the entire session and her prized video. It was to be dedicated to Ms. Wanda, in recognition of her "coming out" as a solo mistress. What nerve this slave bastard had. He would be taught a serious, swift lesson.
Mistress Sapphire, kneeling and praying, was pissed also. She had been making all kinds of religious preparations for his "funeral." In essence, she believed that he had been making a fool of her; mocking her religion. She too wanted a swift, planned revenge. As they say in the old country: "Don't get mad, just get EVEN!"
Now they both had to come up with something really special for this arrogant and insolent slave. He had pushed them way too far, beyond the point of not return. In fact, he had apparently tried to totally humiliate both of them.
No slave, under any circumstances, should be allowed to get away with that. This was really serious business than from several standpoints. First this was physical contact and rape. And now, mental humiliation. Enough was enough. He needed to learn a serious lesson and be made into a thorough example.
"We need some time to properly think about this, Kay," Mistress Sapphire said in disgust. "In the meantime, let me entertain this stupid, arrogant slave. Come here, Phil." The humble slave obeyed, walking toward his mistress.
There was only one reasonable, short term strategy. Mistress Sapphire would tie him up, to the throne, exactly the way she had been. And, tie she did, forcing him to lie on the water bed face up. Hoisting the throne over his face, the terrified slave knew his was in deep trouble.
Next, she took each of his extremities and secured them to the thick, dark wooden sides of the tall, regal throne. His entire body was wish-boned wide apart, just waiting for her to strike whenever and wherever she wanted. He looked like a chicken waiting to be plucked, feathers and all.
Finally, she fitted the circular bottom of the throne. It rested firmly on his small neck, so that he could hardly breathe normally. She would not only control his air supply and breathing, but also his very life. He would beg for air and his very life before this night were over.
When she was satisfied with the whole scene, she secured his bonds just as she wanted them. Mistress Sapphire tested each one to insure that they were held just so. She smiled. Her approval given, she plopped her regal ass atop the high throne and took the royal staff in her left hand.
In lieu of a real royal staff though, she intended to use a new battery-operated cattle prod. This particular prod had two small rods sticking out of it.
His cock would just fit in between them both. Simply, Mistress Sapphire figured that Slave Phil really had like the electric current a lot. Now she would show him the full, localized force of it.
EIGHT
The perfect Stage had been set. First, as any expert mistress would, Mistress Sapphire forced the slave to stare at the long, metal cattle prod. Poking and prodding him, in his soft stops, made him real nervous.
As a shaft and a billy club, it was rough enough. Beating him with it, over his whole body, gave him that idea. But he hadn't seen, thought, dreamed or felt anything yet. The worst, or best, was yet to come.
When Mistress Sapphire was finished teasing him, she rested the cattle prod on his fleshy, lower thigh. "POW," the cattle prod fired, causing him to strain in his bonds.
She fired several more low level shots just to give him the right idea. The pain wasn't too bad yet. But of course, she was still only teasing him.
Next she moved the cattle prod up to his lower stomach. "Hang on slave, here we go!, " she said with a loud laugh. She fired three medium voltage blasts in rapid succession. Slave Phil jerked completely off the cold water bed again. It looked like a code blue emergency in progress.
Mistress Sapphire was zeroing in for the virtual kill. Slowly, carefully she was getting the stupid, arrogant slave accustomed to the small electric shocks again. He responded well each time; just as she had expected he would.
But she had to be very careful not to "zap" him too much at once. He needed some rest between all this intense pain. The logical thing to do next was total humiliation.
After all, he had tried hard to humiliate both her and Ms. Kay. Turnabout IS fair play, all the time; every time!
"Open your foul slave mouth real wide right now slave. I haven't gone in a few days. Therefore, I must be just a little constipated," she boasted to him. He was in no position to complain about anything. All he could now was wait for her to literally shit all over him.
Mistress Sapphire spread her big thighs wide apart. She pressed down on the throne hard, forcing a bowel movement. At first, the slave tried to resist. "You had better eat all of my shit, slave. If you don't the next punishment will be even far worse," she commanded him.
The AMAZON was an expert at boxing most stupid slaves. She would issue mild threats that they took so seriously. And, they knew to, with good reason; from prior experience.
The slave really had little choice. Eat and swallow, or? What could a poor, dumb, stupid ignorant slave really do best anyway?
Forcing and forcing, pressing and pressing, she could get little action yet. The AMAZON was constipated. At first, only loose wet stuff came out of her. It fell on the slave's face like brown rain from her ass-hole. Slave Phil decided he had better drink most of it.
Gradually, with patience and pressure, Mistress Sapphire was able to muster a normal bowel movement. Four to six inch stools rained down on the arrogant slave slowly.
To help him along, she grabbed his head and pulled it up hard to her loaded ass-hole. Mistress Sapphire forced him to eat it all up and lick her ass clean. Actually, the dumb reluctant slave did most everything she told him.
She had only just begun to toy with his body, though. "You know what goes good after a great meal, slave?, " she asked. "Why, a good drink of course. I'll fix you one."
Ms. Kay sat by and watched her co-mistress, The AMAZON, take complete control of Slave Phil and this tough session. She had put him through the paces, with total humiliation and severe pain as her objectives. But yet there was still much more to come. She was full of natural surprises.
Returning with several long, thick garden type hoses, Mistress Sapphire was going to make good on her promise. She would force feed him "his good drink."
Grabbing his mouth in her mammoth hands, she forced his lips wide open. Driving the thick hose into his throat, she twisted it a few times for good measure. With his feet tied far above his head, whatever liquid she pumped into him would go straight into his stomach. That is, he was almost completely upside down.
She finished connecting all the hoses together tightly. There could be no messy water leaks in the "regal bedroom." If there were, Ms. Wanda would have her raw ass.
Satisfied that all was now well and secure, she slowly started the water pump up to normal operating pressure. The steady "whirrh" of the turning pump vanes could be heard all throughout the quiet dungeon. As the tiny pump started, the slave's head snapped far back, banging against the throne.
Actually, there were two branches off the complicated hose arrangement. One was feeding directly into the dumb slave's stomach, which was now bulging like a basketball. The other was forced up his ass, like an enema tube.
Mistress Sapphire was waiting for just the right moment, before starting the enema flow. The beauty of this hose arrangement was as follows. The line feeding directly into his stomach was very cold water. This was very painful when administered in large quantities. The bloaty feeling it caused was very difficult to alleviate.
The other line, shoved deeply into his abused ass-hole, was labeled "hot." The best enemas were, of course, given warm to very hot. Mistress Sapphire had also mixed some soap suds in with the liquid. Slave Phil would just love that special feeling, especially when he had to hold it.
As the slave's stomach grew, Mistress Sapphire began to paddle and beat it hard. Ms. Kay could hear the "slosh" of the water rolling back and forth inside him. By now, his stomach had almost been emptied of solid food. So the water was both a welcomed addition, and a dreaded torture.
When Mistress Sapphire was satisfied that he could barely take no more water in his stomach, she stopped it suddenly. However, she immediately opened the other valve, forcing hot liquid into his waiting ass. The slave thrashed wildly.
The AMAZON'S clever scheme had caught him completely off guard. When she had stopped the flow to his stomach, he felt secure and though that he could rest for a while.
"Buzz. Wrong answer slave," Mistress Sapphire said sarcastically, laughing in his pained face. She was just about to get at least partially even. Perhaps, she might never be able to pay him back for all the humiliating shit that he had given her. But she was trying very hard.
"We're not done yet, slave. So be patient, while I go get something special. I'll be right back," she said.
Ms. Kay had sat around, witnessing the total splendor of Mistress Sapphire's fine performance. She had been amazed. The AMAZON was handling herself in an exceptional fashion. Even the slave, who behaved in an experienced fashion, was unable to anticipate any of her quick, key movements.
Now that Mistress Sapphire had left the dungeon for some reason, Ms. Kay could reasonably take over the session now. She wanted to maintain the rhythm and momentum that her co-mistress, The AMAZON, had built up. To do so, she would have to logically follow her approach and extend it some.
The liquid flow into the slave's ass was almost complete. Therefore, Ms. Kay pulled the hose out and quickly replaced it with a thick, black butt plug. Slave Phil tensed up when she inserted it with force.
These stupid slaves were all alike. They never realized that all they had to do was just relax; and, then forceful insertion would go much easier. How could they stop it anyway, being all tied up?
Next, Ms. Kay sat on the regal throne, surveying the whole situation. The butt plug caught her attention again. It was firmly driven in, but perhaps it would go just a little farther inside of him.
She tapped it several times with her favorite paddle. Each time she did, the dumb slave jumped off the water bed. Tap, tap; jump, jump. She had discovered another great slave dance. If only she had some music to go with it.
The slave was squirming wildly now. The liquid load in his plugged ass was finally getting to him in the worst way.
He wouldn't be allowed to release the liquid load just yet. Quickly, Ms. Kay thought of a technique that she had seen Ms. Wanda use effectively many times. As the camera was still rolling, she had another chance to prove firsthand what she had learned.
She switched out the butt plug fast, for another large funnel type plug. It was a strange looking device, with a valve stem sticking out the side. Also, there was a hole in the middle apparently for the hose to fit through.
The slave's freedom was short-lived. His abused ass was now plugged tightly and sore balls wrapped again in a flash. She tied his balls to the funnel attachment also. Ms. Kay was experienced at this "new" technique.
The slave was begging for mercy. He kept claiming that he could no longer hold the liquid volume forced inside him. There was no real way that a mistress could tell the truth in a matter like this, if the slave held on of too long, some organ damage could result. Therefore, the best and most experienced mistresses used their gut feel to judge.
From his face, Ms. Kay thought that he was really telling the truth this time. So she gave in. What the slave didn't know was that there was a big surprise in store for him.
It was difficult for Slave Phil to figure out the exact purpose of the hose and valve arrangement. He wasn't very mechanically inclined anyway. Most dumb slaves would not understand it, even if their mistress explained it to them.
In this case, the device was awesome. Ms. Kay released the valve, holding the liquid within him. As it flowed out from him, it came back up into his mouth like perpetual motion.
The dumb, stupid slave had been outsmarted again, but this time by Ms. Kay. Some slaves are better off having no luck, when compared to the luck they do have. Slave Phil was literally having "shitty luck." It would get worse.
Mistress Sapphire was rattling around the old storage closet, in the foyer. For all the noise that she made, two carpenters could have built a whole house. Obviously, she was looking for something very, very special.
"Hoorah, hoorah, YES, yes!, Mistress Sapphire screamed for jumping joy. If she weren't so fat, she probably would have done cartwheels right there and then.
"I've found it, Kay, I've found it," Mistress Sapphire said to her puzzled co-mistress. But what the hell was it? Ms. Kay did not have a clue about what The AMAZON had searched so long and hard for. But it must have been very, very important to her at least.
Almost falling backward from the force of her pulling, Mistress Sapphire immerged from the large closet with a series of small pulleys, chains, ropes, loops and a bar. The mauled metallic mess was now terribly tangled together. Ms. Kay wondered if she would ever get it all straightened out. Was it all really worth it?
"This system hasn't been used in years, Kay. Not since Ms. Wanda put the automatic one in. But I personally like this a whole lot better. What do you think about it?, " Mistress Sapphire asked her totally perplexed female friend. What could Ms. Kay think at this time?
The AMAZON was a real dirty mess from digging in the old closet. Her "system" was nothing more than a simple pile of old junk.
Obviously, Mistress Sapphire was proud of her "system." She was anxious to show it off to Ms. Kay and prove to the slave what a loser he had been. Also, she knew that Ms. Kay was actually filming the whole session for beloved Wanda. This could be her chance to shine also.
She scurried through the dungeon setting the "system" up. Her fat ass moved very quickly. She had been supercharged about the prospects of showing off and getting even at the same time. Her day in the sun HAD come right now.
When the old metal contraption had been secured to the dungeon ceiling, Mistress Sapphire dragged the slave to it. Taking his legs in each of the stocks, she spread them wide apart to the metal spreader bar.
This was attached to the elaborate pulley system above. Next she hand cuffed his hands behind his back. Finally, he was blindfolded and gagged securely. The slave couldn't say or do anything.
With all preparations complete, Mistress Sapphire turned the handle on the old winch. It creaked and groaned, but slowly his feet left the floor. The more she turned, the higher his body went above the cold stone dungeon floor. By the time she was done, his head floated in the air.
Now his frail body spun above the dungeon floor, with his legs spread wide apart. Every inch of his whole body was a perfect target for Mistress Sapphire and Ms. Kay.
An average slave would get dizzy in their position if left there for long. But not this nut, he was tough; or so he thought. What part would they choose to torture next?
Ms. Kay and Mistress Sapphire had the exact same idea, at about the exact same time. Both wanted to whip the slave. There was no need to decide on choosing a first or second. They could both do it together. What fun and games!
Both selected their favorite bullwhips. Not many of their pussy wimp slaves could take such a severe beating. Therefore, they really didn't get to practice much anymore.
This aggressive approach didn't matter to anyone, though. He had tried to humiliate them; and, now he would lose big time. Now, it was clearly his time and turn to lose big time.
Ms. Kay's whip was nearly eight feet long, with a thick black leather handle. It was braided every few inches. This added to the impact of each and every blow. The knots would leave a thick dark welt upon impact. She was perfect at obtaining long, parallel even lines on a slave's back.
On the other hand, Mistress Sapphire was a powerhouse. Her favorite bullwhip was thicker, longer and heavier than Ms. Kay's. It would land with the force of a ton of bricks. The tip was fine, though. She had developed the knack of snapping the tip with precision. Some said that she could kill a fly with that devilish thing.
This whipping was to be a special one though. This time, the mistresses were not after scares, welts or black marks. They sought the most intense pain, on their slave's most sensitive parts. This was to be the most difficult, but effective "slit whipping"; perfected by Ms. Wanda herself.
The slave's "slit" was the very sensitive area between his legs, directly under his scrotum. It went all the way around to the tender ass-hole. Pink, pretty and petite it could not take much direct pain.
Slave Phil would be especially susceptible to a "slit" whipping, given all the difficult ass torment he had taken. The black leather dildo, the paddlings and the full enema had set him up. Now hanging upside down, he was waiting patiently for the next punishment.
He was confident as usual, that he could take any pain and punishment that these rank amateurs would dish out. Apparently, he did not yet have much respect for either petite Ms. Kay or The
AMAZON, Mistress Sapphire, as his mistresses.
Slave Phil did love the tough treatment that Ms. Wanda would dish out though. Little did he know what an evil, terrible torture they would hurl at him. But he should have worried about all of that before he started to mess around with these whip bitches.
They stood one either side of him, about six feet away. Just at the right moment, Mistress Sapphire pulled the blindfold from off his surprised face. His tortured body swung freely back and forth in the gentle dungeon breeze. He studied his position and predicament. No doubt, he was in a lot of serious trouble.
Suddenly he noticed that both mistresses had giant bullwhips in their powerful hands. Worse yet, they had both had significant time to rest up beforehand. Also, he was all too familiar with their reputation as whip mistresses. Ms Wanda had often spoken proudly of their prowess.
He sought to engage either of them with eye contact. Neither wanted to be bothered now. They had a serious mission to fulfill. When he found Ms. Kay he pleaded, "Please not a slit whipping, anything but that."
Neither mistress needed to say anything at this time. Now was solely the time to perform as they had been trained at W.I.S.H. There was no longer any time nor opportunity for mere words.
They both drove their arms back high above their heads. But they did it slowly, deliberately. This bastard would be made to suffer every stroke. There was no torture or pain and punishment too great for a unobedient slave who touched his mistress.
As their powerful arms moved forward, the dungeon smashed open with a loud "thud." They were all stunned and surprised. How dare anyone interrupt such a marvelous moment of torture and revenge.
The mistresses and slave turned toward the doorway. The small spotlights from the dimly lit dungeon highlighted the powerful figure standing in the portal. She was tall, statuesque, beautiful and dressed to kill in all black leather from head to toe.
My god, they thought, this mistress resembles Ms. Wanda, the Head W.I.S.H. Mistress herself. Could it be; home so soon, so unexpectedly?
Ms. Kay was sure. This was the woman who had been spying on them all from the next door yard. She had probably seen and heard all the proceedings in the last several hours.
It was Ms. Wanda! They were all in for a long, long horrible night now. There would be no excuses and much pain and suffering this evening.
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PREVIEW
The following is the opening to a new , coming soon from Star Distributors.
My name is Charles Blount....
Well, it isn't really. But my family has been prominent in the city since the days of colonization and my purpose in writing this now is to give my sons and my daughter and other upcoming generations of my family some insight into our family history, at least for the last couple of generations, and not to provide the scandal mongers with hot tidbits of gossip to peddle around the drawing-rooms of society women.
The identity of each member of the family will be readily apparent to those to whom this is directed ... To others, hopefully, it will not.
At the time of writing, I am thirty seven years old. John, my oldest son is nineteen, my daughter Emily, eighteen and Richard, seventeen.
I am married to their mother, Stephanie, who rules our house and everyone in it....
As I say, our family has been prominent for generations. My earliest antecedent here was an army officer who rose high, took out land and became a successful grazier. Successive generations moved into industry, commerce and the professions. All stayed right out of politics.
Every one, from the first to the last have been dominated by their women-folk. And not one has complained of it-to my knowledge, anyway.
I am a successful lawyer. I own my own practice and employ some eight other qualified men as well as secretarial and research staff. In the office, I am supreme. At home I am Stephanie's slave, albeit a willing one. And both John and Richard have been brought up in the same vein. Emily has been trained to dominate men and when she finds, with Stephanie's help, a suitable man as her husband, she will dominate him too.
It is a self perpetuating cycle. My mother selected Stephanie as my wife-after rigorous examination. And she in turn was selected by my grandmother for my father.
He, incidentally, is an eminently successful company director with enormous power in the city. But at home, he, like me, is the willing slave of my mother, Margaret Blount, society grande dame extraordinaire.
Perhaps it will serve best if I recount first my own upbringing....
It is usual in our family for the sons to be married off by twenty-one at the latest. In my case, Mother found Stephanie when I was eighteen and still at law school and we were married very quickly. Mother wanted to keep us at home for the first few years so she could train Stephanie to manage me properly. I had no money except what I was allowed by them and since I had been brought up to respect Mother's wishes absolutely, it didn't seem strange to me. She must have talked Stephanie around as well for that was what happened.
Anyway, Father was married when he was twenty-one and Mother was twenty. I was born two years later and my sister, Elizabeth, a year after that.
I suppose I didn't realize for many years just how much Father was dominated by Mother. All decisions relating to the family were made by her and there was no discussion entered into. I played with Elizabeth and with a couple of neighborhood children but at five in the afternoon, they went home and I began the ritual which has continued right to this day.
First, Mother called me into her den. This was her sanctum and no-one ever went in there without express permission. Elizabeth and I had a sort of nanny. She did other things in the house but her prime function was to look after us and our clothes and our rooms. Her name was Miss Duggins but we called her Duggie.
At five, Elizabeth had to ready herself for her bath but Duggie took me along to Mother's Den ... As you will see, there were vast differences between the way Elizabeth and I were brought up.
"You may undress him, Miss Duggins...."
I had to stand there while every stitch of my clothes was removed so that Mother could critically assess me.
I don't know at what age it started. Around five, I suppose ... but it continued on right up until the day I married Stephanie.
I was never allowed to take off my clothes myself. When Miss Duggins retired-when I was fourteen years old, the housekeeper was recruited to strip me naked for Mother's inspection.
I know now of course what is was all about. It was to make me understand that as a mere male, I had no privacy. My bedroom door was never allowed to be closed. I had to bath and later shower with one of the female servants present-and with both the bathroom door and the shower recess wide open.
Elizabeth was taught that she must always dominate men-including me although not Father. She was trained to be a lady and was afforded every courtesy by the servants. Not that they were ever rude to me. It was always, 'Master Charles this', and 'Master Charles that' but whereas they deferred to her, I was made to understand that my status was less than theirs....
There was never anything improper about all this, you understand. No-one ever touched my privates or made lewd or indecent comments about them. It was all just to make me feel small.
As we got older and Elizabeth was able to understand these things, she too was allowed to be present while I was ritually stripped by Duggie and later Miss Kenny the housekeeper and then carefully examined by Mother.
I don't wish to give the impression I felt there was anything odd about these inspections-not at first anyway. It happened to me every day and I felt it quite normal-until I went to school and was ordered by Mother never to talk about what happened at home-and especially not about our rituals. It was then I realized other boys were not treated the same way and began to feel a little embarrassed about it.
That wasn't the only ritual which was slightly bizarre.
From an early age, Mother had taken us regularly to see Dr Eliza Jones, a pediatrician in the city. I hated going there because I always had to submit to being undressed by her nurse and stood up completely naked while she examined me. I always felt there was something just a little odd about Dr Jones....
As we got older, we ceased to be in the age group normally catered for by pediatricians and Elizabeth and I were no longer taken into her office. But she continued to come and see me every six months or so-at home. I had to prepare myself in my room with the door open, of course....
Take off all my clothes and come downstairs past Elizabeth and all or any of the servants, quite naked, and stand in Mother's den, beside her chair to await the doctor. Elizabeth didn't have to go through this. When she was ill, our normal family doctor looked after her, but I had to continue to be seen by the children's doctor-just another means of telling me I was different-and inferior.
The inspections were always carried out in Mother's presence but they were extremely embarrassing for me, especially as I approached and went through puberty.
I will go into the rituals Mother used to develop me physically in a moment. For now, suffice to say I was a well developed boy. And nature (or was it my antecedents' genes) had endowed me well in my private parts too. I knew, from observing other boys in the toilets at school, that I was considerably bigger than most if not all of my peers. My cock is nine inches long when slack and you can add another two inches onto that when it is erect. And this rather phenomenal size began to assert itself early in the trials of puberty.
I was extremely embarrassed about it. To me it was not something to be glad about but something shameful. The other boys at school didn't help either. Their comments about 'horse-cocks' and 'bull-dicks' tended to make me try to hide it rather than flaunt it.
And so when Dr Jones came and fingered it and my balls, bringing on the first beginnings of an erection-and a most pleasant feeling with it, I felt only more shame.
"It's time he was restrained, Margaret," Dr Jones told my mother. "Look at the size of him now...."
Mother did and nodded sagely. "Can you make any recommendations about restraints, Eliza?"
"Oh yes. In fact I have some in my bag. A number of my older boys are approaching the age now and I keep some examples with me." She delved into her bag while I shifted nervously from foot to foot. What restraints did she mean?
She drew out a leather item and called me to come and stand between her legs. I did, looking down at her in an even greater than usual state of apprehension.
Dr Jones was a rather dowdy woman in her fifties. She may have been a good pediatrician but I am sure she would be disbarred from practicing medicine if I had given her real name here. Hers and Mother's ideas about bringing up young males are more than a little bizarre....
She fitted the leather around my penis and testicles, tightening the straps and then locking the whole thing with a tiny padlock she produced from her bag. Now my balls were stretched down tight-almost painfully-by a thick, heavy collar and my penis, from the root to just behind the head was encased in a sheath of leather just as stiff and heavy. she took a feather and began to tickle the uncircumcised glans of my cock. Naturally I responded but as soon as it began to erect, I felt stabbing pains shoot through my cock and balls.
"This one will do for use when he is to be clothed-say while he goes to school," said the doctor. "But here are some more. This one is metal...."
She produced a sort of cage of wire mesh which fitted right over my genitals-cock and balls. "He can wee right through the wire if he squats down over the bowl, you see ... Makes a bit of a mess but it's a very effective prophylactic measure for little boys who can't leave themselves alone.
"And then there's this one...."
I looked at the thing she held in her hand in real horror. It was leather like the first but inside the sheaf which fitted around the shaft of my penis were rows of little spikes. I could well imagine what would happen if I got big with that fitted around my cock!
I'll leave you all three, Margaret," Dr Jones said. If you find you don't want any, just return them to me but I think you'll find them all most useful."
Her examinations didn't just cover my genital organs of course. She still gave me a thorough medical as well as measuring the development of my body....
All of us Blount males are very well developed in a physical sense. For generations, our mothers and wives have seen to it that we eat only the most wholesome food and that we exercise properly. I was made to participate in all sports at my school, whether I liked them or not and as well, Mother enrolled me in gymnastics classes-as well as ballet....
Don't sneer! Male ballet dancers are easily as fit as the most highly trained Olympic athletes-just look at their bodies! Of course I won't pretend I enjoyed going to the ballet classes. I suffered a great deal of ribbing from the boys at school-God knows how they found out as I took pains to hide where
I was going each time.
But the combination of sports, gym and the hard work we did at the ballet all combined to develop my body into a pleasing physique.
As Mother explained to Elizabeth, "Our men are here for our pleasure and convenience, dear. We might as well have them as pleasant looking as we can...."
Elizabeth smiled at Mother and agreed-and flashed me a wicked grin when Mother wasn't looking. The truth of it was that while she was trained to treat me as a sort of elevated servantand I had to fetch and carry after her when askedwe really were good mates. I had to serve her but we were friends at the same time.
She liked helping Mother inspect me. I think she was proud of my body and liked looking at it naked but I don't think she ever harbored desire for me in a sexual way. Incest was quite outside the bounds of Mother's strange morality. It was alright for Elizabeth to see me naked-in her den, in my bedroom while I dressed (and she stood in the open doorway looking), in the shower while I bathed, etc ... But that did not mean I should or could be touched in a sexual way.
It's a wonder she didn't try sometimes. She had plenty of opportunity. Perhaps it was just the strength of Mother's will. It was forbidden and that was that.
I haven't mentioned Father very much. As I said at the beginning, he was a company director of great eminence. Like all us Blounts he was foremost in his profession and his presence on a board added a great deal of prestige to that company.
But once home, he did Mother's bidding. It would be nothing for her to order the housekeeper to strip him-just as she did me-bring out the 'horse', a padded bench over which Father and I had to bend to receive punishment, and then take a cane from a cupboard in the den and wale into his naked bottom.
It was always Miss Kenny who administered these disciplines-and not only to Father and me.
We had male servants as well as Miss Kenny and a couple of maids ... There was a chauffeur and a gardener-William and Arthur respectively. Both had been hired after exhaustive examination by Mother. For she exercised the same authority over them as she did Father and me. She obtained their consent, in writing, in advance, to have them stripped and caned over their buttocks by Miss Kenny if they erred. And she made sure in advance that they were amenable to this sort of discipline. With us Blount males, it was something we were virtually born into. With the servants, the Blount women had to be careful.
Mother sat primly erect in her high backed chair and watched, a small tight smile on her face while
Miss Kenny lathered our bottoms.
If it was Father who was to be punished for some offense-and I want you to understand we were only punished for real offenses, even if some were most trivial-never because Mother took pleasure from it-then there was only the three of them present. Father had some status in the house and it was preserved.
But if it was me, Elizabeth was called in to witness my punishment. If it was either William or Arthur, the other female servants were called in to watch.
I hated being caned with Elizabeth there. She was my sister and I loved her.
I hated being stripped naked by Miss Kenny-not allowed to do it myself, I had to stand with my hands beside my body, my face scarlet from the dressing down I had just had from Mother and from the humiliation I felt at being stripped by Miss Kenny's cold hands.
She always did it slowly-deliberately. Off would come my coat which she then hung up on a hanger-very slowly and carefully. Then, looking into my eyes, she would undo my tie and slip it off. Next my shoes and socks-I had to lift each leg up in turn, holding it out horizontally before me while she slowly removed the shoe and then the sock. Then the other leg.
Next she came close and undid my belt and pants, slipping them down my thighs and legs. She folded them up neatly and laid them over my shoes and socks then returned to undo-again painfully slowly-the buttons on my shirt.
It too was folded and placed with the other clothes then my singlet was slipped over my head.
Now I stood up in just the tiny jocks which Mother had made specially for me. They were minute. Just covering my genitals, narrowing to a tiny thong of cotton between my legs and spreading out to only a couple of inches at the back. They were horribly uncomfortable to wear as the thin strip of material leading up to the waistband at the back continually rode up into the crack between my buttocks leaving my cheeks bare to the material of my trousers. I was always embarrassed lest my teachers and the boys at school could see my buttocks. I'm sure they must have but no-one ever said anything.
Anyway, Miss Kenny stood before me, looking at Mother. She would not remove my last item until Mother gave her permission.
This was always withheld for a few minutes to add to my shame and dread of what was coming. I'm sure Elizabeth thought Mother was needlessly cruel here ... All I know is I stood there in a lather of humiliation at my situation and fear of the punishment which was about to be administered to me.
At last, Mother would nod and Miss Kenny dug her thumbs into the waist band of the briefs and stripped them down off my loins.
Mother handed her the key of my restraint-I wore one permanently now-and it too came off.
"Very well, Charles. You already know why you are here to be punished, but now that you have been properly prepared for it, we will go over it once again.
"What is it you have done wrong?"
"I was impertinent to Miss Kenny, Mother...."
My so called 'impertinence' was that I had asked if there was any mail for me-without first requesting permission to speak ... A heinous sin indeed!
"And what is your punishment, dear?"
"Twelve strokes of the cane, Mother."
"Very well. Go and fetch it for Miss Kenny, dear."
I had to walk over to the bureau against the wall, open the top drawer and take out the cane, a long, willowy item made of Rattan which Mother bought by the dozen from an Indian shop. I returned to Miss Kenny and handed it to her-as a sort of offering. I had to hold it before me as I walked, my hands outstretched, palms open and facing up, the cane resting across them. If it wasn't laid straight, I might have to take a couple of cuts each across both palms-as an additional punishment.
Miss Kenny took the cane from me and nodded towards the horse which I would have previously taken out of its cupboard. I had to lie along it and then bring my knees up near my chest, tightening the skin over my buttock cheeks and opening them wide apart. Of course my anus was plainly exposed for them all to see as well.
I reached down and gripped the bottom of the splayed legs, gripping them tight. That helped me to bear the pain for I wasn't allowed to cry out. 'Very unmanly,' Mother said, 'and not to be tolerated'. I wasn't tied down either. I had to bear the pain without noise and without moving my limbs or body. It was-and is-a very difficult ordeal.
Miss Kenny positioned herself and raised the cane.
I think she was definitely a sadist. She would raise the cane and then whistle it through the air a couple of times only to bring it down gently to just touch my rump....
It was pure sadism, I am sure.
But after a few false starts she raised the cane in earnest and brought it slashing down-right across both cheeks-as hard as she could ... Now remember, I wasn't allowed to scream or move my body-or the remaining number of strokes would be added on at the end.
I bad to grit my teeth and grip that horse with my hands as tight as I could-and then wait for the next stroke.
How to describe the pain of each of those strokes? Each is near agony.
At first there is nothing. You hear the whistle of the cane and the crump as it hits but you don't feel anything for a moment or two. But then it comes....
It is as if a red-hot poker has been paid across your buttocks; as if barbed wire has been drawn hard across them; as if a pile of stinging nettles has been thrust into them ... All that and more.
It burns and sears and burns and rages and burns and seethes-and that is only the first stroke.
There are eleven more-as bad and worse-for the pain is cumulative.
And it lasts and last long after the punishment is over. My buttocks were bruised and swollen and puffy-and stayed tender for days....
Is it any wonder I learned my lessons well?
Father was almost never caned in the years I lived there. like me, he had learned early and did not, knowingly anyway, engender his wife's wrath. But the rules were so strict and so detailed it was impossible to follow them all-at least at first.
After the last stroke, I had to rise, thank Miss Kenny for punishing me and take the cane from her, walking (quite normally or I might be ordered to return for another six) back to the bureau to replace it in its drawer.
I then returned to Mother, knelt at her feet and was 'blessed' for taking my punishment like a man.
She always reached forward to kiss my forehead and then I was allowed to dress and go about my business.
*****
I have mentioned the importance Mother placed on my physical development. I haven't yet spoken of academic pursuits.
All the Blounts, at least in the last few generations, have been lucky to have been blessed with reasonable brains. The Blount women make sure these are used to the fullest capacity. We are encouraged to play hard at sports but then we have to study hard as well.
There has never been any shortage of money in the family and all the boys and girls are sent to the best schools. They are given every opportunity but they are expected to come up with the goods.
In my case, Mother had already decided on the law as my pursuit in life. I didn't mind. I was so used to her deciding everything for me that it seemed natural to go along with this too.
I did exceptionally well at school, coming out in my matriculation year very near the top of the state. I could have chosen almost any career. But law it was to be.
University was the same as school except more so. I continued on with the gymnastics and ballet classes as well as swimming but gave team sports away. I spent hours in my books and the results were, as might be expected, somewhat spectacular. I topped the first two years at law school.
Now I am not laying claim to the credit for this. I had been conditioned all my life to working hard, playing hard and then working hard some more. There was love in our house but there was also a lot of discipline. And discipline imposed from above engenders self-discipline-or so Mother says-and I believe her. I had a good brain and I used it. The results spoke for themselves.
By the time I turned eighteen I had completed two years of law school. Mother decided I was ready for a wife....
Oh, before I go into the arrival of Stephanie, there are two things about the upbringing of a Blount male I have omitted. One has to do with our physical development; the other with the appearance of our bodies. Both underline our status as subordinate to the Blount women.
The first is our early corset training.
No doubt you know what a corset is ... ? Those horrible things middle aged and elderly women used to wear to keep their bulging bodies contained ... Of course! But you haven't heard of boys and young men wearing them?
I'm not surprised. Not too many young men do wear them. But the results which can be achieved with them are quite incredible. Look at me. I am six feet one inch tall and, as I've said athletically shaped. I have broad shoulders and a muscular chest. My thighs are bulging cords of muscle (from the ballet) and so are my calves. My buttocks are small and sharply rounded-very boyish, you might say.
But my waist is tiny. Truly minuscule. And yet the muscles of my belly and around the sides of my waist are extraordinarily well developed. The abdominals are scalloped and stand out like square flat pebbles on a beach. And those at the sides of my waist are seried and sharply defined too.
And all this because I was fitted into corsets when very young. They are indeed horrible at first and exercising in them is a living hell but it works.
I was taken down to a corsetiere and made to sit with Mother waiting to be taken in to see the mistress of the house. Then once inside, I had to strip naked (again) while I was measured and fitted for the two types I was to wear during sleep and exercise.
The former was a wicked affair. So tight, it fairly took my breath away when I was strapped into it. Duggie and later Miss Kenny hitched it around my naked body and then pulled and pulled on the straps until I could hardly breathe. My waist was cinched in to nothing. Then I was led over to the bed, naked apart from the thing-which went from my chest to my hips-and of course my restraint-and helped into bed.
The other one was a very tight elastic material which gripped my muscles tight while I exercised. It was this which did so much for the muscular definition I retain to this day. Wearing it as I worked on my gymnastics and ballet brought me to the peak of condition-and keeps me there today ... I still have to wear it as I do my daily exercises in our gym at home....
The other thing which I mentioned has to do with our appearance. It relates to hair-or rather the lack of it. All Blount males are depilated from puberty on until there is no regrowth of hair at all. We are not a hairy family in the first place but all hair from the face down is treated with ointments or by electrolysis. End result is totally smooth, glabrous bodies.
Of course we have no say in any of this. We are taken to the corsetiere and fitted into the horrible things. We are taken to the beauty clinic, stripped and ordered up onto the table while the beautician works on our under arms, pubes and wherever else hair grows.
I suppose as a family we probably have the most athletic, good-looking bodies around. Not that we can claim much credit for it ... it is all because we are ruled by women.
TWO
As might be expected, ruled so rigidly as I was in other things, my sex life was also strictly controlled.
From puberty, I had to wear a constraint on my genitals which effectively prevented me from masturbating. But Mother, advised by Dr Jones, knew I had to have some relief and during one of her visits, the doctor asked me about my 'urgings' down there.
I reddened and pretended I didn't know what she was talking about.
"Lying does not become you, Charles," she said. "You are old enough now to understand such things and I have to have the truth from you if I am to advise your mother properly."
I was, as usual, standing naked before them. My embryo pubic bush and the hairs under my arms had by this time been removed although the permanent treatment was not yet completed. The restraint was off and both Mother and the doctor were looking intently at my cock.
I blushed further but it betrayed me anyway. It began to twitch and grow and soon it stood right out from my body. I desperately wanted to cover it from their gaze but I knew I would be punished if I even moved my hands around in front of me.
"Do you know what masturbation means, Charles?" Dr Jones asked.
"I, er, think so, Doctor...."
"Tell me...."
"Um. Is it not when a boy plays with himself...."
"Yes, but what does it do?"
Here I was ignorant. I had not even had a wet dream because I went to bed in a restraint which prevented an erection. I guess this was the first real erection I had ever had.
"I don't know, Doctor."
"I think he truly is innocent, Margaret. Well, we will introduce him to it; he is ripe for it as you can see ... But then he must understand he will only be allowed such pleasure as a reward and no more than weekly even then. At other times, the restraints must be kept in place...."
She called me over to her and I stood between her knees. She took my cock in her hand, placing her fingers over the foreskin and slid it back and forth over the glans.
"Is that nice?" she asked.
"Yes, Doctor."
"Alright, now you do it to yourself while your mother and I watch ... Move back and few steps but stay on your feet."
I put my hand down onto my cock as she had shown me and began working the loose skin up and down over the sensitive flesh of the crown and shaft of my cock-and felt, for the first time, those wonderful stirrings in my loins.
The feelings grew and grew ... I don't remember what I thought about. Whether it was the girl from down the road? I doubt it for I didn't particularly like her. Or whether it was Elizabeth? I doubt that too for I was not allowed to think of her in those terms.
Whatever it was, the climax, when it came, was mind shattering for me. I think I nearly fell to the floor (remember I had been made to stand up during the exercise) and I know my body went totally rigid.
I think I screamed a bit.
I do remember the doctor produced a little glass jar and caught my sperm in it. "For analysis," she explained to Mother.
After it was all over and my cock had returned to its normal size I felt a wave of total and utter shame wash all over me from head to toe and I did cover my cock from their gaze.
"Charles!" Mother said sharply. "Hands on head! Legs spread."
I jumped to obey, placing my hands up behind the back of my head, pushing my elbows backwards as far as they would go, flexing my biceps muscles and sucking in my belly; spreading my legs two feet apart and looking directly in front of me. This was the pose Mother made me assume when she wished to lecture me about something.
"How dare you try to cover yourself like that! You know it is forbidden ... Go and ask Miss Kenny to come here."
"Yes Mother," I said and bowing slightly to her and to the doctor-and keeping my hands on my head to show the household I was in disgrace, I went, still stark naked, to seek out the housekeeper.
"Excuse me, Miss Kenny," I said in a small voice. "Mother wishes to see you in her den."
"Mmmmmm. Committed some unpardonable sin, have you, Master Charles?"
She followed me back to the den and Mother told her to give me five strokes. "But very hard Miss Kenny, please."
The dour, angular woman nodded and 'Yes Ma'am'd' and then ordered me to fetch the horse which I did, moving smartly now. I had learned that to show reluctance during a punishment only meant a great deal more pain.
But I was extremely embarrassed. This was the first time I had been caned in front of a stranger and I felt another awful wave of shame wash over me. I think I may have been blushing terribly-all over my body.
"And now the cane, Master Charles," said Miss Kenny.
I went to the bureau to bring it to her, placing it on my upturned palms and offering it to her like an oblation.
"You may assume the correct position, Master Charles," she said inexorably.
I stepped up to the padded bench and laid my body along it, drew my feet up to stretch the flesh of my buttocks tight and then gripped the lower reaches of the front legs.
"Just a moment, Margaret," said Dr Jones. Mother nodded to Miss Kenny to desist and the housekeeper moved back a step while the doctor moved over to my rear end, touching her finger to my anus.
"Mmmmmm," she said thoughtfully. "I would like to examine him there. It's something I thought he was not yet ready for but I see now he is...."
She returned to her seat and said something quietly to Mother and then Mother ordered Miss Kenny to begin.
She played around with me as usual, tapping the cane lightly to my butt a few times and making me want to jump a little (remember I was not permitted to move or to cry out during these sessions).
And then came the first stroke. Very hard, as Mother had ordered. I gritted my teeth and bit my lower lip, screwing up my face to try to blot out the searing agony of the stroke....
The next four strokes were as bad and afterwards I had to return the cane and the horse to their places while Mother thanked Miss Kenny and dismissed her.
"He is certainly a credit to you, Margaret. For a boy of his age he demonstrates remarkable control in the face of adversity ... I am pleased with him physically too. His development is quite extraordinary ... Just look at those muscles ... Of all my young men, I think Charles may well be among the best...."
Mother smiled-both at the doctor and at me. She was pleased to receive such praise from Dr Jones, whose methods she admired so much and who had been a mainstay of the Blount male management system for so many years.
"Why thank you, Eliza. I have tried to bring him up properly but I think the Blount genes may have something to do with it too. After all these generations of proper management by us women, I think it is actually coming through the blood lines...."
"You may well be right." She smiled at Mother and rose from her chair. "I must be going, Margaret ... Thank you for the tea. Now remember, next week, same time. And you will consider setting up an examination room as I described ... It will be useful not only for me but for you as well. He has another three of four years here with you at least and as I've been telling you for years, it will help with Justin, too.
I wondered what this was all about but of course I maintained my expression of calm disinterest. Curiosity in household affairs was not tolerated. Mother rose too and signaled to me that I might dress....
I put on the restraint, locking it carefully (the penalty for not being properly secured was ten strokes) then my underwear and the rest of my clothes and followed Mother and the doctor through the house, catching up with them at the front door, to receive the usual peck on the forehead from the doctor as she went out. "Keep up the good work, Charles. I'm proud of you," she said.
