“Come on! Hurry up, faster” bellowed Mistress, “crawl, left, left and left again, stand, turn, sit.” “Pain slave that’s what’s coming your way.” What followed would have to be experienced to be believed; I drifted in and out of subspace controlled entirely by Mistress. Time passed painfully, still hooded, “stand, kneel, crawl” here we go again off for walkies! I must have said something, WHACK “crawl, stand, sit, spin, lie down, raise legs, now? Are you ready for the hood to come off? “Yes Mistress” and wow not Mistress but WIFE!!!!! And Mistress Beth – some 2 hours had passed, I was left to appreciate my situation and on their return Mistress & Wife had kindly made a light lunch – a time out was called.
Having lunched, wife started to assemble belongings, I made a move to get off the massage bed I was on “where do you think you’re going” said Mistress Beth, “you are mine to play with and I’m going to do whatever I want for as long as I want so say goodbye to your good wife and wait while I see her out.”
Mistress re-enters her dungeon with a smirk on her face – “right slave I hope you’re ready for this?”
End of Part 3
Mistress Beth judged my dancing to be the result of me reaching my limit however being cheeky to her didn’t help – I received 10 more and had to thank Mistress – I was beginning to learn (Slowly though!)
Silence descended around me (then she got up NO, NO that was flippant) amidst this silence I felt not alone, it started with a whisper (then a Twix!) No! I was not alone and it wasn’t just Mistress Beth because whilst she was whispering, someone brushed past me, thanking Mistress on their way. I pictured the scene in my mind:-
Hood, naked, arms stretched and secured above head, Mistress talking to someone else, a passer-by, the vision in my mind conjured up me suspended in the middle of Morecambe Railway Station (no! I don’t know if Morecambe has a Railway Station!).
I dared a “pardon Mistress” “WHAT” came back, “err, err, err I thought you asked me something!” “ASK!! I DON’T ASK” was it 5 or 10 to make me dance again, what was that about learning?
“I’ve lots of painful toys I’m going to use on you slave – I’m going to break you, you are here because your wife contacted me to correct the errors of your ways, you will adopt a different attitude in future, this you will learn today”.
Time floated by, I had no idea how long I was in that position, Mistress Beth changed / added toys where and when she wanted, how many times did I say No, No, No, Thank you, Thank you it went on and on until my mind was so screwed that even now I cannot sequence the events that occurred following my release from what I now know to be eyelets in the ceiling.
So picture me as described above, released but now on all fours being told to follow Mistresses voice.
End of Part 2
roxy needed a damn good seeing too. I had a slot available which she accepted with haste. That night I was determined to take roxy to a new level and a new level was indeed created and lodged into memory.
Dressing her, sliding the stockings into place was refreshing, throwing her on her back to be bound down with legs firmly in the air was arms stretched behind her leaving her totally at my mercy. Hope she had something to barter with or that tight little hole would be quite sore pretty soon.
It is true! For I am that lucky guy (see Dec 14)
“Be a love” said my wife as I left our house, “drop this present off at Joan’s house would you? She works with me, I’ll txt you her address! Bye”
The front door was slightly open with a small note saying leave parcels inside the inner porch – pushed the door open and BANG – disorientation, noise, shouting, bouncing off the wall, darkness, mumbled speech – yes, yes whatever “Get down those stairs!” – I couldn’t see a thing, I didn’t even know what had happened – honest!
“Count the steps” One, Two, Three ……………… Six! Whoops because that’s how far my leash would allow as I was “helped” to move a little quicker.
By now I was understanding the situation better, have you ever heard someone whimper (assume squeaky voice) … it’s, it’s Bet h, “MISTRESS BETH to you” and in under a 30 seconds I was stripped, cuffed (no they must have been put on upstairs!), shackled, hands up high, still hooded and the shouting at me I was hearing – Yes, yes anything I was blurting out, please, please I will obey, yes I will – then I swore – oh my Lord was that the wrong thing to do, thrash, thrash & thrash, “dance slave dance” – I DANCED!
What time did I arrive? 11.20 that morning. what time was I allowed to leave? 6.30 that evening.
End of Part 1