It was four o'clock in the morning when I was awoken by my step mother shaking me. When I finally opened my eyes, I saw two tall, black men standing behind her, dressed in what seemed like some sort of uniform.
�Wha-, what's going on?� I asked, rubbing my eyes.
�I'm sorry, honey,� she said, bending down beside me to stroke my head tenderly. She wasn't wearing a bra beneath her bathrobe and I could see her tits. �I needed the money, and it's time you finally learned your worth.�
�Huh?�
�Don't worry, I will come visit you, if you like.� She paused for a second, then kissed my head and left the room without another word.
The last thing I remember was the prick of a needle, which knocked me out, after they had placed me in handcuffs. That was the night they took me to the Mansion. That was the night that changed my life forever.
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I don't know how much time passed until I was awoken by one of the previous day's men emptying a bucket of freezing cold water all over my body. This made me realize that I was completely naked except for a collar around my neck. I suffer from claustrophobia, and so I was overcome with panic as I became aware that I was in a prison cell, not larger than six feet by six feet. I'm convinced the guard (as I assumed him to be) could hear my heart pounding.
He immediately put down the bucket and attached a leash to my collar, holding a file in his hand. When I tried to protest � which, judging by his physique which I could now see clearly, would have been in vain � I realized that a gag had been placed in my mouth. He pulled the leash and I crawled on my knees, shivering, out of my cell and into a hall full of other cells like mine. The doors had little openings at the bottom which were used for giving the prisoners food, and some of the other prisoners opened these curiously so that they could see me. I wondered how many people had been abducted.
The hall seemed to go on for quite a while, until we reached a door with another guard stationed by it, dressed in the same uniform, who didn't so much as look at me. This led on to the stairs, which were hard and cold. It hurt to climb them at first, but the man with the leash would not let me stand. After climbing for three floors, he took me into another room and sat me down on a chair where he shaved my hair so that I was completely bald, and trimmed my pubic hair. He then took various measurements � my height, weight, blood pressure and a bunch of other things. A picture of me was taken, as well as my fingerprints. Everything was noted carefully in the file.
As we left, a woman passed us by in the hallway and nodded at the guard. Finally, he knocked on an office room door, which had 'Interview Room 1' written outside it.
�What do you want?�
�I have your new slave for you to inspect, Goddess, before his training.�
�You may enter.�
That was when I met the Goddess. She had the look of a brutal dominatrix all over her � you could instantly tell that this woman was born to dominate others, and that she took great pleasure in inflicting pain. Her hair was straight and blonde, wicked like her face. She had very broad shoulders and a full body, with great tits � some might say she was slightly on the big side. She looked German but it was hard to be sure, since she had no accent. I have to admit, in spite of the cruel way in which I had been forcedly abducted, in spite of the long whip she was holding in her hand which had frightening metal hooks attached to it, in spite of everything, I couldn't prevent myself from having an erection, of the kind that I hadn't had in years. To this day, I am thankful that she did not notice.
Instead of sitting on an actual chair, she was sitting on top of another naked slave (as I would later find out, slaves were almost always naked in the Mansion). Just as I crawled in, she finished smoking her cigarette, took one last deep drag, and stubbed it out on the slave's body, drawing a black line as she dragged it along his back. I was aghast � though I tried not to show it � but he didn't even flinch. The room had a fireplace, a red carpet, red walls, and two or three erotic paintings hanging on the wall. On her desk, was an array of sex toys � butt plugs, dildos, strap-ons and some other things I didn't recognize. In a corner, was an empty cage.
�Leave us, and shut the door,� she ordered the guard.
�Yes, Goddess,� replied the guard, leaving the file on the desk. �I'll be outside.�
�When I take off your gag, and for as long as you're in this mansion, you will not speak unless you're spoken to, do you understand?�
I nodded, and she removed the gag.
�Light my cigarette,� she said sternly, placing one in her mouth. I obliged, and she inhaled deeply.
�Not that you deserve an introduction, but here's what you must know,� she continued, blowing smoke in my face. �I am Lady Sofia, and I am your master. You will obey me unconditionally. There are many mistresses in this mansion, each with their own slaves, and I bought you for one hundred dollars. Judging by the size of that thing, it wasn't even worth it,� she said, poking my penis with her high heels. �You will never be set free. I hardly need tell you what will happen if you try to escape. The sole object of your existence is my pleasure. If any comforts are afforded to you, such as food or a bed, do not think this means that I care in the slightest about you, it is all ultimately so that you will be able to serve me. Open your mouth.�
It occurred to me that there was no ashtray in the room. I did as I was told, and she tapped her cigarette so that ash fell in my mouth. It tasted horrible and I coughed a little bit, rejecting it.
She immediately slapped me with all her might, and the noise echoed around the room. My cheek burned as she grabbed my face roughly with her big hand. �Swallow it!� I obliged, suppressing the urge to gag. �Say, 'Thank you, Goddess'�.
�Thank you, Goddess.�
�Eugh, you stink,� she said, pushing my face away. �Every morning you will be hosed down by one of the guards before attending to your duties. From there, your routine may vary. For example, visitations may be arranged on certain days if you behave. Today, you will answer a few questions so that we'll have all the necessary information on file. Any mistakes you make, no matter how small, will also be noted here, and will be punished mercilessly. Tomorrow, your official training as a slave will begin.� She spat on my face.
�Don't wipe it. Now, are you a virgin?�
�Yes,� I stuttered.
�What was that?�
�Yes.�
She stood up from her slave and held her whip up high and I cowered helplessly before her, but she changed her mind at the last moment. I was sweating all over. She slapped me seven times in the face instead, alternating between the cheeks. �You. Will. Always. Address. Me. As. Goddess,� she shouted, between each slap. I was certain everyone in the building could hear it.
�Yes, Goddess.�
As she was doing this, the man beneath her moved a bit, almost causing her to lose her balance. She spanked him from where she was sitting, on his ass, until it turned a dark red. �Back to your cage!� she ordered, as she stood up and took a chair facing me. The man crawled � limped, rather � into the cage in the corner, which was barely big enough to hold him, and shut the door. There was fresh blood on his back coming out of some brutal-looking whip wounds.
�Oh, we'll get to that,� she said, noticing me staring at the wounds.
Evidently this excited her, as she placed her hand underneath her skirt and from my position I could see her rubbing her pussy.
�Good,� she said, making a note in my file. �Name?�
�Ralph, Goddess.�
�Wrong. From now on you will be known as slave #504. Sexuality?�
�Straight, Goddess.�
�Hah, we'll see about that. Open your mouth, slave.� This time she also added some spit for good measure. �Yes, there you go, I can see that you're learning already. Any medical problems that might interfere with your ability to please me?�
�Not that I can think of, Goddess.�
She spat on the floor and held the back of my head firmly in her hands, holding me down so that I could lick the floor clean. Then, she paused for a moment, as if deciding whether she should stub out her cigarette on my face. She decided against it.
After that, what happened was too much of a shock for me at the time to remember entirely. If only I had known what was yet to come in the following months. She called for the guard, who came in and placed the gag in my mouth again. He handed her a poker which she brought to the fireplace, heating it. I started to shake uncontrollably with fear and by now I was sweating like a pig, but the guard held me down strongly.
�I always love Orientation,� she said, clearly enjoying it, holding the red-hot poker near my face for what seemed like forever, so that I could feel the heat. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. Then, when she had had enough, she branded my hand mercilessly, laughing sadistically while the guard muffled my screams until I passed out. The next day, I would discover that she had branded a very fine bar code on my arm, so that I could be identified, and that they had taken a sample of my sweat so that the dogs would be able to track me down if I tried to escape.