Message-ID: <15407eli$9809182228@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/15407.txt>
From: np98rb@mail.telepac.pt (Christine & David Stevenson)
Subject: Under Control part twenty-two of twenty eight
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
Path: qz!not-for-mail
Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam
Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Original-Message-ID: <35fbb519.12033593@news.ip.pt>
Under Control - part twenty-two of twenty eight
by mailto: VictorBruno@mschristine.com
this story remains copyright Victor Bruno, release to publish
granted to Christine Stevenson.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
"Pauline . . . I shall be dispensing with your services for a
week or so." It was the following morning and Gloria who spoke.
Paul's heart sank. What now? And how wretched to be parted from
his adorable mistress. A mistress who could be so cruel, yet so
kind! He waited with nervous anxiety.
"I'm having you assigned to a labouring party - along with some
other slave-girls. You'll be helping to build accommodation for
my new male slave camp. So you will report to Miss Mandy after
your duties have finished here for the day. Understood?"
"Yes, Ma'am . . ." replied Paul miserably. He saw Gloria smile
briefly, cruelly.
"I hear," she said, "that Miss Delia will be in charge of your
squad."
* * *
PAUL PASSED THE day in apprehensive dread . . . following
Gloria's announcement about his new duties. Worst of all was the
fact that Miss Delia was to be his overseer. That big, buxom
blonde was a natural sadist to her fingertips. Not only did she
revel in her power over the slave girls on Mrs. Dupont's estate,
she enjoyed even more her power over Paul. He was the first male
slave she had ever dealt with and, ever since the day of his
arrival, she found she got more satisfaction out of him than she
did with her normal charges.
He recalled the day of his arrival when, at Gloria's instructions
she had laid her strap across his buttocks as he crouched naked
with his nose in the dirt road. Then, later, there was the caning
she had given him in the Punishment Room, alongside young Karen.
It was Delia, too, who with Miss Mandy had been the prime movers
in his transformation from manhood to womanhood. How she had
revelled in that! And how she had enjoyed mercilessly thrashing
him again and again as he strove to adapt himself to his new
role. It was terrible to think that he would again be under her
command - rather than that of his adored mistress Gloria. She, it
was true, was the author of all that had befallen him, yet he
somehow viewed her in a different light. He had an adoration for
her. A servile adoration. He now genuinely felt that it was an
honour to serve her in any way she demanded. It was an attitude
of mind that had developed as month succeeded month in her
service.
Just before six o'clock a slave girl arrived in Gloria's
apartment. She had been sent to take Paul's place as Gloria's
personal maid. His mistress dismissed him with customary disdain.
"Report to Miss Mandy, Pauline," she said. "You've had an easy
time of it here, so it won't do you any harm to sweat for a few
days."
It was true that life as a 'maid' was relatively easy for a slave
- but only relatively. No one could have exactly called it a
sinecure! Especially with a woman so exacting as Gloria.
"Yes, Ma'am," said Paul, automatically curtsying. Gloria ignored
him. Her diamond-hard black eyes were already on the newly
arrived girl. "Your name girl?"
"Daphne, ma'am" answered the naked girl, trembling visibly.
"Well, Daphne," said Gloria, "I believe in impressing my
authority on all slaves who have the honour of serving me. So you
will get your backside up."
The girl didn't hesitate for an instant. She went down on hands
and knees, pressed her nose into the carpet and thrust her
hindquarters up high, dipping her back. At the same time she
spread her thighs wide. It was an indecent but obligatory
posture, and all slave-girls had to adopt it when receiving such
an order. Momentarily, Paul was favoured with an enchanting
display of feminine charms . . . then, as Gloria advanced flexing
a slim whalebone rod, he curtsied again and quickly left the
room. One didn't linger when a mistress had rod in hand.
As he closed the door he heard the whistle of the rod, the sound
of it biting into flesh, followed by a gasping yelp of pain. One
of many yet to come, he reflected; remembering how strict Gloria
had been with him before their mutual trust had developed.
Strange, he thought, that one should think of it as trust. He
wondered if that relationship built up with other mistresses and
their privately owned slaves. Then, with apprehension in his
heart, he made his way to the quarters of the Chief Overseer,
Miss Mandy. Once again he was back in that frightening and
dangerous world of mass slavery.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
This story is being released as an illustrated web book, for
details of Victor Bruno Books available please contact
VictorBruno@MsChristine.com
http://www.mschristine.com/bruno.html
Also published as text simultaneously on......
------------------------------------------------------
The DOMestic mailing list is free of charge.
Subscribe in subject line:- DOMestic@Ms-Christine.com
Moderated by David & Christine Stevenson.
Subscribe online at http://www.mschristine.com/domestic.html
------------------------------------------------------
The Fem Dom Training Software. Runs on all computers (Macs too!)
Advises on how best to train your husband/lover.
http://www.mschristine.com/program.html
mailto:program@Ms-Christine.com
--
+----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+
| <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> |
| Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |
<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>