A REAL LIFE STORY

Before I met Mistress Beth I was in service to another Mistress. She to was a pro-Domme but I had the good fortune to Her personal slave [not 24/7]

   I had been in Her service for about a year, when I did something so stupid.

I wrote to another Mistress. I have no idea why I did; I think I was doing what most men do, trying to find something different.

When I got my reply it was not what I expected. She knew my Mistress and had detected that I was already in service. I was instructed to phone Her, which I did. Hoping that I could just explain things away. It didn’t work as I was told that She had already informed my Mistress. it turned out that she was a freind of my Mistress. What are the odds of that? There was nothing left for me but to phone my own Mistress and try to explain my actions. Much to my surprise my Mistress didn’t shout at me, she only asked when could I report to Her. I was as it happened free in the next day or two.

 I arrived at Her place on time at usual, rang the bell. The door was answered by one of Her friends [Kelly] She told me I was in big trouble, but I said that was not the case as I had explained myself. We went into the lounge part of the rooms were I was very shocked to find four other of Mistresses friends there, but Mistress was missing. I sat there waiting for Her to arrive. Eventually She did arrive and was quite pleasant to me, which gave me a bit of confidence. After a short time I was instructed to go into the dungeon, strip and kneel. I waited there for a while. The next thing that happened was Mistress came into the dungeon with Kelly. She told me that I was going to be punished severalty for my transgression. My arms were fastened behind my back with tape, a collar and lead were put round my neck and a hood was put over my head. I was then taken or I should say dragged back into the lounge area where I felt several strikes to my body with a selection of implements. I was then pushed onto a chair. The next thing I heard was my Mistress speaking to someone on the phone, it was the same Mistress that I had contacted in my moment of madness. The only thing I can remember clearly was my Mistress saying I was going to be punished by making me suck a cock. On hearing this my heart sank. I was gripped in fear. This couldn’t be happening, but it was. A further phone call was made, this time it was put on speakerphone. My Mistress was asking this guy if he was free to take part in my punishment. He agreed and was there within what seemed no time at all.

 When he arrived I was instructed to tell him why I found myself in this predicament. That in its self was totally humiliating. I heard Mistress ask him if he wanted to carry out my punishment in the lounge area or the dungeon. He chose the dungeon. I was dragged into the dungeon; although I couldn’t see anything I knew that there was at least three of them there. I was pushed down on my knees with my upper body resting over the low table. Mistress then asked me would I suck cock or take a beating. My answer was that I didn’t wish to suck cock. I was asked the question several times again as I had not chosen between the two punishments. I just kept repeating that I didn’t want to suck cock. I heard Kelly say that if that was the case I would have to take very server punishment. That was agreed and they both began to beat my backside. I had been beaten before but this time I had two of them beating me, and it was harder then I had experienced before. The beating stopped, I was asked the question again, I gave to same answer, not good enough. The beating continued. I knew at this point it was not going to stop until I agreed to suck the cock. I remember shouting out that I would do. I was pulled back to allow the guy to sit on the low table. My head was pushed forward and I felt his hard cock on my face. As my hands were still tied behind my back I had to feel my way until his cock found its way into my mouth. I hear Mistress telling me to suck, this was followed by yet another blow of Her paddle on my bottom. I knew then that if I didn’t do this properly I would be there until I did. I was left with no choice at all. So I sucked as best that I could. As I was sucking I could feel one of the girls trying to push a dildo or similar into my bottom. It was Kelly as I heard her saying she couldn’t get it in me. I felt as I never had felt before. For how long this went on for I couldn’t say. When it was over my arms were released and I had my feet and hands cuffed and chained. The hood was removed, and I was told that I was to be left there to contemplate both my actions and the punishment that had taken place. After a short time Kelly came in to check on me and also to ask me if I had learnt my lesson. All I could do was to nod my head.

Eventually Mistress came in. I kept my eyes closed, as I just couldn’t look at Her. She asked me if I had learnt my lesson, this time I answered. I had indeed learnt my lesson. With that answer She seemed satisfied and left the room. Again after a short while Kelly cam in and released my feet and hands. I was told to stand up and was lead into the hallway, told to put my hands on my head and face the wall. I obeyed with no hesitation. I was left there for some time until once again Kelly approached me, carrying a dress. I was instructed to put it on and come into the lounge area. I was then told to make tea for them all. I spent the rest of the day serving tea etc and cleaning the kitchen. When I had finished that task I was knelt besides Mistress.

I was eventually allowed to go home, after yet one more lecture.

    Strange as it may seem this incident was never mentioned again, but I knew that on that day I had moved from being just a submissive to being a slave. I had now no choice in what I would or could do. Looking back it was obvious that there was no need for any further discussion; we both knew instinctively that things had changed.

For the next two years or so I was the most obedient slave you could imagine, but it was to end when Mistress left with Her girl friend to find a new life for Herself.

I have to say I was totally devastated at the time. I so much needed someone to serve.

I was now what is termed as mature. [Old] I felt I had little chance of ever having a Mistress again. Oh! Yes I did visit a couple of, so called Mistresses but it was just not the same. That is until I found Mistress Beth. I have now been with Her for almost three years. I am lucky that She collared me and I am now one of Her slaves.

 When I do visit Her, which is about every two weeks, I never know what is in store for me. All that I do know is that as Her collared slave it is my duty to please and pleasure Her wishes. I do know that there is nothing that I would not do to full fill Mistress Beth’s wants and needs. I would never do anything that would put the relationship in jeopardy.   My past lessons will stay with me forever.

   Thank You Mistress Beth for teaching me so many new ways of serving You.

 It is a great honour and privilege for me to belong to You.

                  Slave john