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\nA Sadist Milf And Her\nDaughter: Chapter 1 to 5

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\nChapter One: Thursday

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\nIt was the realisation of, if\nnot a dream, at least a dark fantasy. I was on the train down to\nLondon to start my new life as a slave of a woman in her forties. In\nthe contacts which we had had, by phone and computer, she had\npromised me a life of 24 / 7 captivity as a slave, and that I would\nonly be released when she got bored of me. I would have no rights\nother than the ones which she would grant, which would be outlined in\na slave contract which I would sign once I got down to her place in\nLondon. I didn’t yet know the details of that contract, but that\ndidn’t matter. In fact I think that I had given out a lot more\ndetails than she had: I was twenty-eight years old, with a ten inch\nuncircumcised cock, and, in the past, I had worked out, back when I\ncould afford it, so I didn’t exactly have a bad body. I was blonde,\nwith blue eyes. I had had to give photographic proof of the size of\nmy cock, with a photo of my erect penis next to a ruler. Mistress\nDarling wanted a sizeable cock to torment, it seemed.

\n I’d see a picture of\nMistress Darling on the internet, dressed in leathers. She was 42\nyears old (she said), and she was very much a buxom blonde. And that\nwas all that I knew about her. I didn’t even know if Darling was\nher real name, or just a pseudonym. Not that I really cared. My life\nwas going nowhere. Blue eyes do not get you a job. I had been living\nout of a poky little flat in Birmingham, on next to no money. My last\ngirlfriend had dumped me because she had said that I was a pervert,\njust because I had wanted her to dominate me. I had gotten bored with\nvanilla, not that I had ever been a big fan of “ordinary” sex in\nthe first place. Ever since I had been a teenager I had fantasised\nabout being dominated by an older woman. I think it had probably\nstarted with my form tutor, Ms Wilkins, who had been very strict. In\nmy teenage fantasies I had dreamt about Ms Wilkins giving me six of\nthe best with a cane. But that would never have happened – they had\nalready gotten rid of the cane in my school by then.

\n My fantasies of submission\nreally developed when I got kicked out of home, and managed to get a\ncomputer in my first, crap job. I discovered the internet, even\nthough it took ages for pages to load on my PC back then, before they\nhad fibre in my area. Yes, I was still on dial-up. Terrible for\ndownloading pictures, and a video might takes hours. But things like\nthe BDSM Library were a little quicker. And there were already a\nlot of fun stories\nby then: ones such as Mistress\nNandi’s Return,\nor Taming Billy,\nor Three Slaves For\nThree Sadists, or\nOndahlie’s\nDungeon. I had ten\nyears of masturbating to those dungeon, domination dreams. But,\neventually, I decided that enough was enough. I could no longer be\nonly the dream of a slave. I had to try the real thing.

\n It didn’t take me long to\nfind Mistress Darling. It took longer to convince her that I was the\nslave she needed, and not some sad wanker who would run away from the\nreal thing. And so here I was, on an ex-Branson train, going south to\na life of sexual torment.

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\nI looked out of the window. It\nwas raining. I wondered if it would still be raining when I got to\nLondon. I had no idea if I was going to be let out into the open air\nonce I got to wherever Mistress Darling was taking me. For all I knew\nit might be years before I saw the light of day again. I wondered if\nI was destined to be kept in some dark and dank cellar. In our\nconversations, so far, I’d got the impression that Mistress Darling\nwas quite wealthy. But she had been careful not to give away details\nabout who she really was. There was no way that I could find her, if\nshe didn’t want to take me with her. We were meeting up in a\nsandwich bar which was supposed to be close to Euston Station. From\nthere I would go to wherever she lived, if I passed her visual\ninspection, and if I signed the slave contract which she was bringing\nwith her. \n

\n I looked around the train\ncarriage, at all of the boring, vanilla people, with their boring\nvanilla lives. I bet most of them had never even dreamt of anything\nlike what I was doing, and would be shocked if I told them. They\nprobably wouldn’t believe me, anyway. People don’t normally give\nup their lives of freedom for ones of servitude. Not willingly,\nanyway. But occasionally you read, in the Sunday papers, about some\nwealthy foreigners employing some illegal immigrants as slaves. Those\nstories always seemed a bit banal, though, because it was, basically,\nsome people effectively not paying for a charlady. There rarely was\nany sort of sexual element. Boring. What was the point of an ugly\nslave? What was the point of a slave who you didn’t dominate\nsexually?

\n I tried to read a newspaper\non the train south. But the news no longer mattered to me. It was all\npart of a grey world I would soon be leaving behind. No more tales of\nvenal politicians. No more lies. No more fake news. No more idiocy of\nDonald Trump.

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\nI got off at Euston. I felt\nexcited. There were butterflies in my stomach. Was this really going\nto happen? Was it real? Maybe it was all some big joke, and Mistress\nDarling would not turn up at the sandwich bar, and I would be left\nthe for hours waiting for a dominatrix who never showed. There was a\npart of me which didn’t believe that my fantasy was going to come\ntrue.

\n I bought an A to Z on\nEuston Station, so that I could find the sandwich place. I walked\nthere. I didn’t have enough money for a taxi. All of my benefits\nhad gone on the train ticket. But I had bought a return, just in case\nnothing occurred.

\n I found the sandwich place\nwith ease. It looked a bit greasy. I wondered if it was the right\none. But it was the only one in the street. It had to be it. I went\nin.

\n There was a fat, balding\nguy behind the counter. He spoke with a slight Greek accent. \n

\n “What do you want?”

\n I looked up at the\npossibilities.

\n “Roast beef and mustard.\nAnd could I have can of diet coke please?”

\n I wasn’t sure how long I\nwould have to wait. I could always linger over the diet coke.

\n I paid for the sandwich\nwith my last few coins. I ate the sandwich. I waited.

\n Just when I had been about\nto give up I heard a roar outside, like some highly-tuned sports car.\nThen a stunning blonde woman, of some forty years or so, entered the\nsandwich bar. It was Mistress Darling. I recognised her immediately\nfrom her picture on the internet.

\n She was wearing knee-high\nblack leather stiletto boots; a black leather skirt which came down\nto her knees; a black pullover which moulded it around her large\nbreasts; and a black leather jacket. She was also taller than I had\nexpected. In her heels she had to be at least six feet tall.

\n She had blonde hair that\nwas a little longer than shoulder length. I couldn’t see her eyes\nas she wore black, reflective shades. \n

\n Her heels click-clicked on\nthe tiled floor of the sandwich bar as she walked over to sit\nopposite me, in a little booth. The walls of the booth were high so\nthat, if we sat near the wall, we could barely be seen. And, if we\nkept her voices down, I guessed that we wouldn’t be overheard.

\n “No CCTV here.” she\nsaid, smiling at me. Of course she wouldn’t want to be seen on CCTV\nif she was disappearing me into a life of bondage and sexual slavery.

\n I could now smell her\nscent. It smelled really expensive. \n

\n “Read this.” she said,\npulling out a piece of folded A4 paper. She unfolded it, then put it\ndown in front of me. “Then either sign it, or go away. There will\nbe no discussion.” \n

\n As I had expected, it was a\nslave contract.

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\nSlave Contract

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\n1: I, ________________, hereby\nsubmit myself, completely, unconditionally, and of my own free will,\nto Mistress Darling, as her absolute slave.

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\n2: From this day forward I\nshall become her property, available to her to dispose of in any way\nthat pleases her.

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\n3: My body will become her\nproperty. She may use, abuse, pleasure or torture me as she desires,\nwhether it is giving her pleasure or receiving torture, as she sees\nfit. There is to be no limit on what tortures she may inflict on me.\nBy signing this contract I consent, in advance, to all such tortures,\nno matter what they might be.

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\n4: I will obey her in all\nthings, no matter what she requires of me. I will never use a\nsafeword.

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\n5: As an object I no longer\nrequire clothes, and will go nude at all times, wearing only what my\nMistress Darling tells me to wear. These items will be limited to\nfetish items.

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\n6: I am no longer in control\nof my own orgasms. My Mistress Darling will decide if, and when, I am\nallowed to orgasm. Any sperm I produce I am to dispose of by\nswallowing it.

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\n7: My Mistress Darling is in\nfull control of my toilet. I may only urinate or defecate with her\npermission. In addition, I will eventually be trained to be her full\nservice toilet, by Mistress Darling, her daughter, or any of Mistress\nDarling’s friends.

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\n8: I will not speak unless\nordered to do so by his Mistress Darling, her daughter, or any of\nMistress Darling’s friends.

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\n9: I may be used as an ashtray\nby Mistress Darling, her daughter, or any of Mistress Darling’s\nfriends. \n

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\n10: I will not look Mistress\nDarling in the face unless ordered to do so by Mistress Darling.

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\n11: I must exercise for at\nleast one hour a day to keep fit. Equipment will be provided. \n

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\n12: I must keep my body free\nof hair at all times.

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\n13: Should I break any of the\nrules above then I will receive demerits. All demerits will be worked\noff at the end of the week in a punishment session. Each time that I\nbreak a rule the cost of breaking the rule will go up by one point\nfor the next time I break that particular rule.

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\n14: I agree that should my\nMistress tire of me, she may transfer my ownership to anyone she\npleases, without warning, reason or consideration. Should this occur,\nthen I agree to serve and devote myself to my new owner with the same\ndedication give Mistress Darling. If I do not desire to leave\nMistress Darling then, upon my request, Mistress Darling may consent\nto torture me to death.

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\nI agree to, and swear to, all\nthese conditions willingly, fully aware of all of their implications,\nand I do so without coercion, motivated totally by my love and\ndevotion to Mistress Darling.

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\nSigned,

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\nX______________________

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\nI read the contract. Just\nreading it was enough to give me an erection. I had not even heard of\na daughter. But if she was anything like Mistress Darling then she\nhad to be a stunner. \n

\n Mistress Darling gave me a\npen. I signed it. As soon as I did she grabbed the pen back off me,\nand then the slave contract. She folded it up and put it in her\npocket.

\n “Once we are in my car\nyou may speak. I will allow you to ask questions until you are in my\napartment. As soon as you are then rule eight will apply, as will all\nof the others. Come on.”

\n She stood up and walked out\nof the sandwich bar. Quickly I took off my jacket, holding it in\nfront of me so that my erection would not be noticed. I hurried out\nof the sandwich bar. I noticed that, a little way down the street,\nthere was a bright red Porsche. Mistress Darling walked up to the car\nand got in. I got in the passenger side.

\n “Speak.” she said, in a\ncommanding voice. \n

\n “How hard am I going to\nbe tortured?” I asked.

\n “As hard as I desire.”\nshe said. “But we will build up the torture slowly. I will only\ninflict minor or sexual torments on you to begin with. Eventually,\nthough, you will come to need the torture, and you will beg for pain,\nfor I intend to condition you so that you will only be able to orgasm\nwhile you are suffering. I do like to see a cock coming. If you are a\ngood boy then, very rarely, such as your birthday or Christmas, I may\neven allow you to come inside me. You will, of course, be required to\nlick your sperm out of me.”

\n “Right.” I said. “Are\nyou really going to make me a full service toilet?”

\n “Yes, and for you to eat\nwhat comes out of my body will become one of the greatest gifts I can\nbestow on you. But, again, your training in that will be slow, and\nnot beyond what you can bear.”

\n I thought about it for a\nbit. The idea of her pissing in my mouth was a big turn on. But what\nabout when I was actually faced with the actuality? What about when\nshe decided to shit in my mouth?

\n “Ask any other questions\nnow.” she said. “It will not be long until we are at my home.”

\n “You have a daughter.”\nI said. \n

\n “That is not a question,\nit is a statement.” she snapped.

\n “How old is your\ndaughter? Will she be taking part in our activities?”

\n “She is eighteen years\nold, and she is being trained to be a lifestyle domme, like me. She\nwill be taking part, under my supervision.”

\n I tried to think of what\nelse to ask. I was, by now, only thinking with my cock.

\n “What equipment have you\ngot?”

\n “A waste of a question,\nas you will soon see it. But I will answer it. I have whip, needles,\nball-crushers, clamps, branding irons, and many other things, up to,\nand including, a penis guillotine. I do not intend to use that on you\nwhile you remain my slave, you should be happy to hear. It is only\nfor show. But the racks, the needles, and even the branding irons are\nthings which you may experience in years to come.”

\n “Are you going to have\nother friends punish me?” I asked, recalling what had been printed\non the slave contract.

\n “I have friends who you\nwill serve, in one way or another. Any other questions?”

\n I couldn’t think of any.\nIt was all too overwhelming. I was turned on and scared at the same\ntime.

\n “Do you have a dungeon?”\nI asked, suddenly thinking of whether I was going to be in some dank\ncellar.

\n “I have a medieval-style\ndungeon, a training and exercise room, a medical room, and a modern\ntorture room.” she said. The other rooms are my living room, a\nstore room, my bathroom, the kitchen, and three bedrooms. You will\nspend most time in the dungeon, apart from when you are exercising in\nthe morning.”

\n It sounded like a big\nplace.

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\nEventually we reached our\ndestination, an underground car park beneath a high rise building of\napartments. We were in one of the wealthiest areas of London, by the\nlooks of it. This was the sort of area where Saudi princes owned\napartments costing millions upon millions of dollars. This woman had\nto be extremely rich. \n

\n I got out of the car, as\ndid she. We walked over to an area where there were two elevators.\nShe got out some sort of electric fob and pressed it. The door of one\nof the elevators opened. I went in. She walked in and stood beside\nme. \n

\n There were no numbers on\nthe inside of the lift. This had to be an express one. She pressed\nthe fob again and the lift doors closed. \n

\n “The lift is exclusive.”\nshe said. “Only I and my daughter have fobs. I made sure of that,\nwhen I bought the building. There is, however, a dumb waiter life in\nthe lobby, going up to my kitchen. I do not enjoy cooking; and I\ncan’t have some takeaway person turning up on my door while I am\nreaming out your arsehole with a massive strap-on.”

\n She pressed a different\nbutton on the fob. The lift began shooting upwards, so that I felt\nthat I almost left my stomach behind. It wasn’t long until it came\nto a stop. The lift doors opened out into some short hall. We went\nthrough a door. It led into one of the most luxurious rooms I had\never seen. It was a massive living room. There were white leather\nsofas and chairs; a massive TV screen mounted on one wall; luxuriant\ncarpets; what looked like smoked glass walls; a round poker table\nwith chairs around it; and so on.

\n “The glass is one way.”\nMistress Darling said. “We can see out but no one can see in. I\nvalue my privacy. The place is also entirely soundproofed. You can\nscream as loudly as you like and nobody will ever hear you.”

\n “Wow.” I said.

\n “That is your first\ndemerit.” \n

\n Crap! I had forgotten that\nI could no longer speak. This was a rule which was going to be hard.

\n Mistress Darling got out\nher smartphone. She pressed some sort of app. The TV monitor on the\nwall lit up. It said:

\n\tCURRENT DEMERITS: 0

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\n\tPENALTIES:

\n\tDisobedience: 1 demerit

\n \tUrinating without\npermission: 1 demerit

\n\tUnauthorised talking: 1\ndemerit.

\n\tWearing clothing: 1 demerit

\n\tUnauthorised orgasm: 1\ndemerit

\n\tLooking Mistress in the face:\n1 demerit

\n\tNot exercising for long\nenough: 1 demerit

\n\tNot keeping body free of\nhair: 1 demerit

\n She pressed a button. The\nunauthorised talking went from one to two, for the cost; and current\ndemerits went up to one.

\n “You were warned.” she\nsaid, and laughed. I looked up before remembering that looking her in\nthe face was also banned. She used her app on her mobile, and current\ndemerits went up to two, while the cost of looking Mistress in the\nface also increased by one.

\n “Take your clothes off.”\nshe said.

\n I managed not to look her\nin the face, or say anything. I divested myself of my raiment as\nquickly as I could. At least it was warm in her penthouse. \n

\n “You have hair on your\nbody.” she said. It was true. I had a few thin hairs on my chest,\nand I had pubic hair. “That is another demerit.”

\n She pressed a button on her\nphone. The number of demerits went up to three.

\n “What? That’s not\nfair!” I said, as I glanced at her. She pressed her phone again.\nNow my demerits totalled seven.

\n “It is not about\nfairness, it is about obedience.” she said. “You read the\ncontract, and new that it would come into effect once you entered my\nhome. You were allowed to speak in my car. You should have said that\nyou had hair on your body, and needed to remove it. Come with me into\nthe bathroom.”

\n I followed her into the\nmost luxuriant bathroom that I had ever been in. It was bigger than\nthe main room of my apartment back in Birmingham. There was a sunken\nmarble bath, which could easily have held several people; a separate\nshower; a toilet with a section which looked like it could be\nremoved, so that some slave could put his head into the bowl, and\nhave his mistress over him; a bidet; a washbasin; and a couple of\ncabinets.

\n “I will shave you this\nonce.” Mistress Darling said. “But from tomorrow onwards it will\nbe up to you to ensure that you have no hair on your body. Stubble is\nnot acceptable.”

\n She got out shaving foam, a\nbadger hair brush, and a safety razor. Shaving foam was applied\nliberally to my chest and groin. She was very careful as she shaved\nmy groin; a little faster on my chest. \n

\n “Stand in the shower.”\nshe said. I obeyed. The remains of the foam were washed off by the\nwarm water. I was left as smooth as a baby.

\n “That’s better.” she\nsaid. “I loathe excess hair. To begin with you will be allowed a\nwarm shower in the morning, following your exercises. Eventually I\nmay require that the shower is icy cold. We’ll see.

\n “Now I will show you\nwhere you will exercise. Follow me.”

\n She led me into a\ngymnasium. There was a cycling machine in there; a rowing machine;\nweights; and various other bits and pieces of equipment. \n

\n “You do not have a bad\nbody. But it looks like you have become a little flabby. You will be\nrequired to recover your physique. I like the men I torture to look\nincredible. Your regime is one hour of exercise every day. You will\ndo ten minutes of warming up, twenty minutes of weight training, and\nthirty minutes on the bicycle. Your regime may change in the future.\nYou will be monitored in this. You may not have noticed it, but every\nroom in my penthouse has a CCTV camera or two. The feed goes to my\ncomputer, which has extra memory. It is amazing how much memory you\ncan have when you spend a million. I have enough terabytes of memory\nto constantly run my cameras for twenty years. After twenty years the\nsystem is set up to delete old files. There is no way to disobey me\nand think that you will get away with it.

\n “I should say that it is\npossible to set up punishments in concert with the bicycle. When I\nfeel that you are ready I will have your genitals hooked up, and a\nminimum speed set for your daily regimen. Fail to maintain the speed\nand you will receive electric shocks. But, because I am a kind\nMistress, that system will only be introduced when I feel that you\nare fit enough.

\n “Now I will show you the\ndungeon.”

\n She led me into a room\nhidden in the centre of her massive penthouse apartment. The dungeon\nwas accessed behind a bookcase which moved outwards. When the\nbookcase was in place you couldn’t tell that there was anything\nbehind it.

\n The room beyond really did\nlook like a dungeon. It had rough stone walls, and a stone floor. It\nhad just about every piece of equipment which you could imagine. I\ncould see a wooden rack, with chains attached to manacles which would\ngo onto a slave’s wrists and ankles. There was an X-cross against\none wall, with more metal bands for securing the slave. There were\ntwo pillories: one was for a slave’s head and hands, but the other\ncould only be for a slave’s cock and balls. There was a padded\nhorse over which a slave could be tied. There was a leather bondage\ntable, again with bonds of metal. There was a metal cage, which I\ntook to be some sort of dog cage, and which I thought was too small\nfor me. There was a wooden chair which had studs all over it, and a\nseat which could be removed. There were various chains hanging from\nthe ceiling.

\n There were as many\ninstruments for causing pain as could be imagined. There were whips\nof every sort; pliers and pincers; a torture pear; needles and\nskewers; clamps and thumbscrews; and items I didn’t recognise. This\nplace was a miniature torture museum. There was even an unlit\nbrazier, under some sort of extraction chute to remove the smoke. A\nperson could be seriously damaged in this place. I wondered just what\nI had signed myself up for. But it was too late now. There would be\nno escape for me.

\n “Now come and see the\nmedical room.” she said. She led me into another room, slightly\nsmaller than the dungeon. It had an operating table, and a\ngynaecological bench (although I doubted that a woman had ever been\nin it). I could see a bag for enemas, on a stand, and a wheeled table\nwith a tray holding scalpels and forceps and the like. The floor was\nsloping slightly, and there was a drain in the middle of the floor,\nso that it would be easy to wash it clean. \n

\n “Pray that you never come\nin here when I am angry.” she said. “This room is equipped so\nthat I can carry out operations. If I wanted to I could perform\ninvasive procedures here, or remove your organs. I have a daydream of\nglass jars in a long row on a shelf, containing the testicles and\npenises of a dozen men or more. But that will have to remain a dream,\nI suppose. Although dominatrices may do such things in stories, they\ndo not really do that in real life. Your genitalia is safe, for the\nsimple reason I like to look at large cocks spurting out spunk –\nand they are also a great target for inflicting pain. \n

\n “Now I will show you the\nmodern torture room.”

\n We went into another\nchamber of horrors. This room was spartan, with a tiled floor and\nwhite walls. There was what looked like an adjustable torture chair,\nas well as another bondage table. There was a metal bar suspended\nfrom the ceiling, which Mistress Darling informed me was a parrot’s\nperch, used in nasty dictatorships in South America in the 1970s.\nThere was an electrical torture machine, with various probes and\nneedles. This was not a TENS machine, but something a lot more\npowerful. I was informed that it was perfectly safe. Something to do\nwith the difference between voltage and wattage and amperage. I\ndidn’t understand it. But, then again, I had failed GCSE physics.

\n We left the room behind,\ngoing back into the main room. \n

\n “I have not brought you\nhere to be a charlady.” Mistress Darling explained to me. But,\nduring the week, I am often busy, taking care of my various\ninvestments. Therefore there will be a schedule. At 06.45 an alarm in\nyour sleep cupboard will awake you…”

\n Sleep cupboard? What was\nthat? Was I going to sleep in a cupboard? I supposed it would be\nbetter than sleeping on the stone floor of the dungeon, which I had\nkind of presumed that I would be doing. \n

\n “…You will get up and\ntake a quick shower, which will initially be warm. You must then out\nthe coffee on, to serve me with a coffee when I wake up at seven. You\nwill then prepare breakfast for me. There are details in the kitchen\nof what to prepare, and how I like it. Once I have had my breakfast I\nlike to have a bath. You will attend to me in the bathroom. After the\nbath, until nine o’clock when I leave, you are to attend to my\nwhims. At 09.00 you are to spend an hour exercising, as I have\nalready explained. Then you may have another shower to wash off any\nsweat, as I do not like any smelly slaves. You will then do any minor\ntasks, such as vacuuming, if necessary. \n

\n “When those tasks are\ndone you are to return to your sleep cupboard until such a time as I,\nor my daughter, return or free you. I will show that now to you.\nFirst, do you need to go to the loo?”

\n I shook my head. I was\nfine. I had only had a half can of diet coke all day.

\n She went over to another\nbookcase, and pressed a hidden button. A section of the bookcase,\naround two feet tall and three feet wide, opened up. A carbon fibre\ntray slid out. The tray was over six feet long. It had what looked\nlike a comfortable mattress on it. There were various attachments\nalong the edges of the tray.

\n “Let me explain how your\nbed works.” Mistress Darling said. “It is designed to keep you\nout of the way when your slave body is not required. When you lie\ndown one your bed metal bands will secure your wrists, chest, ankles\nand thighs to your bed. This will prevent any surreptitious\nmasturbation. Remember that you may only cum when I decide that you\ncan cum. The bed will automatically come out of the wall at 06.45 in\nthe morning, when the alarm wakens you up. Otherwise you will have to\nwait to be released by me or my daughter. \n

\n “The cupboard is totally\nsoundproofed. You could scream forever and nobody would ever hear\nyou. Now, I think that you should try it out.”

\n I guessed that that was an\norder. I didn’t dare disobey it. I lay down on the in-built\nmattress of the tray. \n

\n It was very comfortable. I\nguessed that it was some sort of memory phone.

\n “Put your arms by your\nside.” Mistress Darling said. “It will not close until you do\nso.”

\n I did as ordered. Metal\nmanacles closed around my wrists and ankles. They were padded, so my\nwrists would not become chafed. A metal band slid out of the\nunderside of the tray, and went across my chest. Others secured my\nupper thighs. There was no way I could move anything other than my\nhead.

\n As soon as I was secure the\ntray rolled back inside the cupboard. I had thought that it would be\nstuffy in there. But it was not. There had to be some sort of air\nconditioning. At least I wasn’t going to suffocate. \n

\n It was completely dark in\nthere, and I thought that it would soon become very boring. I\nwondered how long Mistress Darling would keep me in there. Then,\nsuddenly, there was light above my face, in what was now my ceiling,\nmaybe a couple of feet away from my face. There was a screen there.

\n The face of Mistress\nDarling appeared. It had to be something which she had recorded\nearlier.

\n “Hello, slave.” she\nsaid. “Although there will be no entertainment during the night, I\ncannot have you getting bored during the day. So you will see a\nseries of videos featuring me and previous participants. None of\nthem, unfortunately, were permanent slaves. You have the honour of\nbeing my first such slave. But much of what you are about to see I\nintend to eventually inflict upon you – oh, and so much more. I\nhope that it turns you on. Of course you cannot masturbate with your\nhands manacled by your side. But that is rather the point, isn’t\nit? I want you to be in a near constant state of arousal, even when I\nam not there. But you will only cum when I say so. Orgasm denial will\nbe one of the torments which you must suffer.”

\n Her face faded away. It was\nreplaced by an image of the dungeon. There was a muscular man tied\nface down over the horse. I could see his back, backside and legs.\nBut I couldn’t see his face or head the way that he was tied. \n

\n Mistress Darling walked\ninto shot. She was entirely naked. I felt an immediate twitch from my\ngroin. My cock liked what I was seeing.

\n Her breasts had to be at\nleast doubles Ds. She was a buxom woman. But they were not sagging as\nmuch as might be expected from somebody in her forties. I judged them\nto be real, though, from the way that they wobbled as she walked. She\nhad a couple of long, rosy-coloured nipples, already erect. Perhaps\nit had been cool in the dungeon. Or maybe she was already turned on. \n

\n Her groin was entirely free\nof hair. I could see her thick outer lips as she walked to stand\nbehind the naked man-slave. She had a bullwhip in her hands. It was\nbrown leather, and was very much the real thing.

\n She proceeded to give the\ntied up slave the whipping of his life. Every impact of the whip\ncaused discolouration to the slave’s back or buttocks. She was not\nholding back. This wasn’t like some of the videos I had seen on the\ninternet, where some pot-bellied male slave had his back whipped by\nsome domme, but no marks ever appeared. This was the real thing. \n

\n Eventually the whip strokes\nbegan to draw blood, droplets slowly dribbling down his back. At the\nfirst stroke which split the skin Mistress Darling picked up the whip\nand caressed herself for about ten minutes, her long fingers\nsecreting themselves between her labia. By the end of her\nmasturbation I was rock hard, but unable to do anything about it.\nThen she picked up the bullwhip again and continued her bloody\nbullwhipping of the slave.

\n The scene faded out.\nAnother one faded in. This one was just of a naked Mistress Darling.\nThe camera was at a low angle, looking up between her thighs at her\njuicy cunt. The high-definition camera picked out every crinkle of\nher hairless labia. At that moment all that I wanted to do was to get\nmy lips between those luscious lips and carry on licking, until I\ngave her a massive orgasm. But, of course, tied as I was, all that I\ncould do was watch and lust.

\n “I am Mistress Darling.”\nshe commanded, in her most authoritarian voice. “You will obey me\nin all things. Whatever I ask you will do, no matter how disgusting.\nYou will beg to eat my cunt. You will beg to stick your tongue deep\ninto my anus. You will beg to drink my piss and eat my shit.”

\n She spread her labia with\nher fingers, so that the camera could see the pink insides.

\n “Here is my hot and\nluscious cunt. If you serve me well enough perhaps I will let you\nenter it with your cock. I will give you the best ride of your life,\nso that your spunk, perhaps built up over weeks, will cum inside me.\nThen I will sit on your face and you will lick me out, swallowing\ndown every drop of your spunk.”

\n The scene faded out, to\nanother scene in the dungeon. This time a slave – possibly the same\none as before, possibly a different one – was tied, again, over the\nhorse. This time, though, he was tied so that his buttocks were\nresting on top of the horse. His legs were tied to the front of the\nhorse, his body hanging down the back, so that, again, I couldn’t\nsee the slave’s face. His cock, I could see, had been taped to his\nbelly, keeping it out of the way. A leather band had been tightened\naround his scrotum, presenting his balls, so that they could not get\nout of the way. They were now the most prominent part of his body,\nand utterly defenceless. \n

\n A naked Mistress Darling\nwas stood near him. I could see her from behind, and I could see that\nshe had a wonderfully taut arse. It was clear that she also worked\nout in the gymnasium a lot. It was not just for slaves.

\n She had a leather tawse in\nher hands. She brought it down on the slave’s balls. I heard a\nmuffled scream from the other side of the horse. But it did not deter\nMistress Darling from the savage ball-beating. She carried on until\nthe testicles had swollen up inside the scrotum, and the screams had\nsubsided into mere whimpering.

\n Fadeout; fade-in. The same\nimage of a naked Mistress Darling looking down imperiously into the\ncamera. \n

\n “I am Mistress Darling.\nYou will obey me in all things…”

\n When that segment finished\nrepeating we were taken, not to the dungeon, but to the modern\ntorture room, where a slave had been filmed having his cock and balls\nshocked. The slave shrieked like a little girl. He carried on being\ntortured until unconsciousness took him.

\n Between each segment of\ntorture there was that brief video of Mistress Darling exhorting me\nto obey her in all things, and so on. Then there would be another\ntorture video, not just of men, but occasionally of slave girls, as\nwell. I saw a slave girl have her clamped open labia beaten with a\nleather crop; a male slave being anally raped with a twelve inch long\nstrap-on; another male slave having wax dripped all over his erect\ncock; and so on. The punishments seemed to be endless, every one of\nthem bookended by that short clip of a naked Mistress Darling. I\nrealised that it was a particularly erotic form of brainwashing. I\nwould, at that moment in time, done anything which Mistress Darling\nwanted, if only I be allowed to stroke my cock, to bring me to a much\nneeded orgasm. Just one stroke would have done. But, of course, that\nrelease was denied me.

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\nI’m not sure how long those\nvideos went on for, as there was no way in which I could keep track\nof time. It probably seemed a lot longer than it was. But it came to\nan end. Everything does.

\n The videos stopped as the\ndoor at my feet opened and the tray I was bound to automatically slid\nopen back into the living room. When it stopped my bonds released,\nwithdrawing into the tray under me. I found myself – still with a\nrock-hard erection – looking up at an eighteen year old girl. It\nhad to be the daughter. \n

\n She was almost as tall as\nher mother. She was blonde, and thin, with large breasts (although\nnot as large as those of her mother). She was wearing buckled hoes,\nknee high white socks, a knee length checked grey skirt, and a grey\njacket over a white blouse. Her hair was tied back into a single\nbraid. In one hand she had a pair of handcuffs. She was one of the\nmost beautiful girls I had never seen. \n

\n “Wow, so she did get a\npermanent slave.” the daughter said. “Here, quick, put these on.”\nShe held out the handcuffs. I stood up, off the tray. It slid back\nautomatically into the wall. The bookcase closed back up.

\n I put one of the metal\nrings around one wrist, and was about to lock the other cuff, when\nthe girl intervened. \n

\n “No, not like that,\nstupid.” she said. She grabbed my hands and pulled them behind my\nback. She was surprisingly strong for a person of her age. She had to\ndo some weight training in the gym, as well.

\n She clicked the cuff shut.\nMy hands were now handcuffed behind my back.

\n “We’ve got an hour\nuntil Mom gets back.” she said. “Come on.”

\n There was nothing I could\ndo, so I thought. I had been ordered to obey the daughter as well as\nthe mother. So I let her lead me into the dungeon. \n

\n “Lie down on the floor.”\nshe said. I did as instructed, lying on my cuffed arms. My erection\nhad not gone down a bit. It was definitely enjoying being ordered\naround by an eighteen year old girl.

\n The daughter – I didn’t\nknow her name yet – reached down under her checked skirt and pulled\noff a pair of black panties. I got a brief glimpse of her luscious,\nshaven cunt.

\n “Lick me.” she ordered.\n“And you had better make it good, or you will suffer later.”

\n She knelt down, her sweet\nlabia almost touching my face. I did as instructed, my tongue\nextending to burrow into her left. I lapped away as though my life\ndepended on it. \n

\n She tasted sweet. She\ntasted incredible. My cock jerked as I ate her. One touch was all\nthat it would take for me to cum. But she didn’t touch me. \n

\n “God, you’ve got a\nreally nice cock.” she said. “I’d like to see it cum while I’m\nwhipping it with a single cord. I bet you’d like that two, wouldn’t\nyou, you fucking pervert. You must be a pervert to give yourself to\nmy Mom for the rest of your life. She’s going to really torture\nyou, you know. She loves cock torture – and I do, too. But I’ve\nnever had as big a cock as yours to torture before. There are so many\ndifferent ways to torture a cock, and Mom is teaching them all to me.\nYou can use needles, pushed all of the way through the head. Or you\ncan use sandpaper. That gets them really crying. Or you can use wax.\nI saw Mom open up a guy’s peehole once and drip wax inside. I bet\nthat stung.”

\n She carried on like that,\ndescribing torments, getting more and more lurid, eventually\ndescribing things out of stories, not real life, the sorts of things\nwhich would permanently have destroyed a man’s penis. It was clear\nthat the idea of cock torture really turned her on, because soon she\nwas cumming on my face. I licked up as many of her juices as I could.

\n Then, with a sigh, she got\noff my face, and knelt beside my hip. She grasped the base of my cock\nwith one of her dainty hands. She made it point up towards the\nceiling. Then she stuck out her pink tongue and loving licked all\naround the glans, before running the tip of her tongue over my\npeehole, as she had called it.

\n I exploded like a grenade,\nmy hot white cum shooting at least a couple of feet straight up into\nthe air. She snatched her hands away as soon as she felt my orgasm\ncoming.

\n She laughed, then, as\nthough watching me cum had been the funniest thing in the world.\nSpunk was all over my chest and groin.

\n “Get up, pervert.” she\nsaid. She helped me to my feet. I felt totally drained. I was dragged\nback into the main room, where she took the handcuffs off me. I was\nput back on the tray which came out of the wall. The metal bands\ncaptured me again. I was slid back into the wall. More of the BDSM\nvideos.

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\nSome time later I was slid out\nagain. I don’t think it was that long, this time.

\n Mistress Darling was there,\nstanding over me. She did not look pleased. \n

\n “I have hardly been out\nof the house and you have already broken three more rules!” she\nshouted at me. One: You looked my daughter in the face, without\npermission to do so. Two: You came without permission. And three: You\ndid not eat up your own spunk. Be glad that this is only your first\nday. But you did break the rules. \n

\n “There will be no\nadditional punishment. But the demerits must go on the board. We must\nplay by the rules, mustn’t we?”

\n She got out her smartphone\nand pressed some buttons. A total of 5 demerits were added to the\nscreen. It now read: \n

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\n\tCURRENT DEMERITS: 12

\n
\n\n

\n\tPENALTIES:

\n\tDisobedience: 2 demerits

\n \tUrinating without\npermission: 1 demerit

\n\tUnauthorised talking: 3\ndemerits

\n\tWearing clothing: 1 demerit

\n\tUnauthorised orgasm: 2\ndemerits

\n\tLooking Mistress in the face:\n4 demerits

\n\tNot exercising for long\nenough: 1 demerit

\n\tNot keeping body free of\nhair: 2 demerit

\n
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\n“Now, do you need to use the\ntoilet?” \n

\n I nodded that I did.

\n “Come on then.” \n

\n She led me into the\nbathroom. I stood in front of the toilet. I took hold of my cock,\nintending to urinate into the toilet bowl. But she slapped my hands\naway.

\n “You don’t get to touch\nit. It’s my cock now.” she said. She held my cock, and pointed it\ndown into the bowl. But I found that I couldn’t piss with her\nholding it. It was only when she turned on the cold tap in the\nwashbasin that I was able to piss into the toilet bowl.

\n “I don’t need you for a\ncouple of hours, so you are going back in the cupboard, since you are\na naughty boy.” So back into the cupboard I went.

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\nWhat I presumed was a couple\nof hours later I was released out of my cupboard. \n

\n “Time for you to eat.”\nshe said. “You have salad and a protein shake.”

\n She led me into the\nkitchen. The protein shake was in a normal glass. The salad was in a\ndog bowl on the floor.

\n “Slaves don’t sit at\ntables.” she explained. “You will eat on the floor in future. You\nmay use your fingers to eat the salad.”

\n I ate the salad. It was\nactually very nice. The protein shake was bland, but not nasty. I was\nto get a lot of these protein shakes in the days ahead. I was to\neventually conclude that Viagra, or something similar, was in the\nshakes, as I seemed to sport an erection nearly all of the time, from\nthen on.

\n When I had finished eating\nI was allowed to use the loo. I was told to sit down, and warned to\nshit then, as I would get a hell of a lot of demerit points if I\nfouled my sleeping quarters. I managed a small turd, which was very\nembarrassing as Mistress Darling made sure to watch. She was in\ncontrol of my toilet, as she had said. Then I cleaned myself on the\nbidet, until my arse was probably cleaner than it had ever been. \n

\n We went back into the\nliving room. Mistress Darling took off her leather skirt, to reveal\nthat she had been going commando underneath it. She sat down in one\nof her white leather chairs, with her arse at the very edge. \n

\n “Kneel before me, and use\nyour tongue, slave. Make me cum.”

\n She picked up a remote and\nturned on the television on the wall. She watched the news to begin\nwith, as I used all of my cunnilingual skill to try and make her cum.\nIt took some time, but I was pretty sure that she came, as I heard\nher sigh and felt her quiver.

\n “Keep going.” she said,\nalthough I had not stopped. “You are passable. Perhaps you will be\na good slave after all.”

\n By then the act of\nservicing my mistress in such a manner had given me another raging\nhard on (or maybe it had been the protein shake). But I didn’t dare\ntouch it with my hands, after she had made clear that it wasn’t\nmine to touch. Besides, I didn’t think that she would be very happy\nif I spunked up the front of her white leather armchair. \n

\n I gave her another orgasm.\nBut she didn’t say anything so I carried on licking her. By then my\ntongue was pretty tired, and I had an ache in my neck. \n

\n “Lick my anus.” she\nsaid. “Get your tongue in there as deep as you can. Give me a good\nrimming and I may forgive your earlier, unauthorised orgasm.”

\n Her anus was scrupulously\nclean. It was not even brown, and I couldn’t help wondering whether\nshe was one of those women who went in for anal bleaching. There was\nno way of finding out, though, as I wouldn’t have dared to ask her\nthat question, even if I had been allowed to speak.

\n I kept on for ages,\nswirling my tongue around her puckered hole, forcing the tip inside\npast the ring. There wasn’t really a taste, other than some faint\nhint of earthiness. \n

\n She switched to porn on the\ntelevision, no doubt watching videos which she had probably recorded\nherself. I couldn’t see anything, as I had my back to it. But I\ncould hear sighs of a woman receiving pleasure, interspersed with the\nmoans and screams of men in pain.

\n Eventually my mistress\ndecided that she had had enough. She stood up, towering over me as I\nkneeled on the floor.

\n “Time for you to go to\nbed. You have a full day tomorrow, and will have a lot to do.”

\n The hidden tray was, once\nmore, extended out of the wall. I lay down on it. The manacles once\nmore bound me to it. And it retreated back inside my cupboard.

\n It was dark in there. This\ntime there were no films to entertain me. Bound as I was, though, I\ndidn’t think that I would be able to get to sleep, as I had always\nbeen a person who had needed to sleep on his side. Either side would\ndo. But I never slept on my back, even if this thin mattress seemed\nto mould itself to my body. But I did get to sleep. I think that I\nwas so mentally exhausted after the events of the day that I went to\nsleep pretty quickly.

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\nChapter Two: Friday

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\nAroogah! Aroogah! Aroogah!

\n Deafening sirens brought\nabout a most unwelcome awakening to me. I found myself in darkness,\nand I wondered what was going on. This was not my flat in Birmingham!\nThen, as the tray slid out into the plush living room, realisation\ndawned. I was in my new life. There was no going back. Not that I\neven wanted to, at the moment.

\n The bonds clicked open, and\nI got up off the tray. It slid into the wall, and the bookcase closed\nback up. I was dying to go too the loo. But I remembered something\nabout coffee. I rushed into the kitchen. I could see a coffee\npercolator. I had never used one before. But there were instructions\nnext to it. \n

\n I put one of the paper\nthings in the percolator, then plenty of dark roast Kenyan coffee\nfrom out of the fridge. Water filled the reservoir in the percolator.\nI turned it on. I hoped that I had done it correctly. Then I ran to\nthe bathroom.

\n I went to the loo,\nrelieving myself. It never occurred to me that I should have asked\nfor permission.

\n I tried to recall what\nMistress Darling had said the previous day. Shower, coffee,\nbreakfast. I took a warm shower. I didn’t stay in there too long,\nin case I was still in there when Mistress Darling woke up. I guessed\nthat she wanted me to greet her with a cup of coffee just after her\nalarm went off. \n

\n I got out of the shower,\ndried myself off, and ran into the kitchen. Two minutes to seven. I\ngot an aluminium and pyrex coffee cup out of a cupboard. I poured\ncoffee into it. According to her instructions she had neither sugar\nnor milk in her coffee. I took the coffee into my Mistress’s\nbedroom.

\n She was sat up in bed. It\nwas obvious that she slept in the nude. Her massive tits were\nuncovered. I could see that she had little gold rings piercing her\nnipples.

\n “You are one minute late,\nslave.” she said. “As this is your first day I will excuse that,\nand not add any demerits for disobedience. But, come Monday morning,\nI expect you to come through my door at exactly seven o’clock. Now\ngo and prepare breakfast for me. I have left instructions. Your own\nbreakfast must wait until you are free to perform minor tasks.

\n I scurried back into the\nkitchen. I was to do her a toasted muffin with a small sachet of\ngrapefruit marmalade. That was easy enough. I was told to weight\noutside her bedroom door, where I would hear her, should she call.

\n She had me take the\nbreakfast plate into the kitchen. Then back to stand outside her door\nagain. This ended when she stepped out of her bedroom, entirely nude.\nMy cock began to stand to attention.

\n “Slave, attend to my\nbath.” she said. She told me how to run it for her, and how hot she\nliked it, and what combination of bath salts to put in. I was told\nthat if I got it wrong, in future, that I would be punished. It was\none more thing for me to remember. It was one more thing for me to\nget wrong.

\n “Wash my body, slave.”\nshe said. “Clean every nook and cranny.”

\n She had me soap her\neverywhere. I got to run my hands all over the body of my Mistress. I\ngot to feel her tits, soap her labia, wash her backside. But that was\nall that I could do. My cock wanted to do a lot more. But I wasn’t\nallowed to touch it, no matter that it was now as hard as a rod of\niron.

\n I rinsed any soap off her.\nThen I dried her when she got out of the bath. She put a bathrobe\naround her body.

\n “Until nine o’clock you\nare to attend to my whims.” she said. “Go and stand in the living\nroom. I will join you shortly.” \n

\n She entered the living room\na few minutes later, fully dressed. She was in tight black designer\njeans, a tee shirt with diamante sparkles, and knee-high black\nleather boots. She had a black leather jacket slung over her\nshoulder. \n

\n “Kneel at my feet.” she\nsaid. “I like to see an aroused male kneeling before me. It is your\nnatural position. It is women, not men, who are superior creatures.”

\n I knelt at her feet, my\ncock still erect. It ached from not being touched.

\n “Kiss my boots.” she\nsaid. I did as instructed. “More. Lick them. I want them to be\npolished by your tongue. Wait, first I think I will have another\ncoffee. Go and get me another one.”

\n I hurried into the kitchen\nand got her another coffee. I brought it back, gave it to her and\nknelt at her feet. It was at that moment that the daughter – I\nstill didn’t know her name – came out into the living room. She\nwas dressed for college. She smirked at seeing me at her mother’s\nfeet. I remembered how she had masturbated me the day before, getting\nme into trouble. I would have to be careful with the little minx.

\n “Do you want the slave to\nget you breakfast, dearest?” my Mistress said. \n

\n “No, I’ll pick\nsomething up on the way. See you later, Mom.”

\n “See you tonight, love.”\nThe little minx left the room, going for the elevator.

\n “Why aren’t you licking\nmy boots?” Mistress Darling snapped at me. I went back to licking\nher leather boots, until my tongue had been over every inch of the\nleather. Meanwhile Mistress Darling had turned on the morning news,\nwatching that and drinking her coffee. \n

\n “Don’t forget to lick\nthe soles, as well.”

\n I sighed, but carried on\nwith my task.

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\n“Ah, it is nine o’clock, I\nmust go, I have a meeting.” Mistress Darling said, signalling an\nend to my licking duties. “You are now to carry on with the rest of\nthe tasks, which I assigned to you yesterday. I suspect that my\ndarling daughter, now that we have a new and permanent slave, will\nnot, in fact, go to college, but will sneak back later to play with\nyou. She is a mistress to, and you are to obey her in all things,\nwith one exception: you are not to cum, no matter what she says or\ndoes to you. Each time you cum you will earn demerits. I want your\nspunk to build up in your balls, as I want your cock for myself. So\nno orgasms, slave, if you know what’s good for you.”

\n Mistress Darling left me\nalone then. I tried to recall what I was supposed to do next.\nExercises, that was it.

\n I went into the gym. It\nfelt odd to be exercising naked. But the word gymnasium\ncame from the Ancient Greek words for exercising naked. They didn’t\nwear clothes in the early Olympics. so I supposed it wasn’t that\nstrange to be in the buff. \n

\n Ten minutes of warming up,\nshe had said. I was glad to see that there was a clock on the wall of\nthe room. I did some press ups and sit ups, and then I did some more,\nuntil the ten minutes were up.

\n Twenty minutes of weight\ntraining. That wasn’t so bad. I didn’t go for the heavier\nweights, as I didn’t want to pull a muscle, or anything like that.\nMy arms still ached by the end of the twenty minutes, though.

\n Then it was thirty minutes\non the cycling machine. Knowing that I was a little out of form I\ndidn’t do anything stupid, but kept it in first gear for the full\nthirty minutes. I noticed that, in addition to current speed, it\nshowed me how far I had cycled. I only did a little over three miles.

\n At just after ten I left\nthe gym and went and had another shower, as instructed. I didn’t\nthink the place needed vacuuming, so I stayed in the shower for a\nfull twenty minutes, enjoying the hot water on my body.

\n I dried myself off. I left\nthe bathroom, intending to go and lock myself into the cupboard. I\nwas trying to be a good little slave, you see.

\n I went into the living room\nto see the daughter standing there, smirking at me. I immediately\ndropped my gaze. But I knew that I had accidentally looked her in the\nface. I hoped that maybe Mistress Darling might miss that, as I\ndidn’t really want to accrue any more demerits.

\n “Hello, pervert.” the\ndaughter said. That seemed to be her name for me. I supposed that she\nwasn’t wrong. “Get in the dungeon, I want to play with you some\nmore.”

\n I wondered if she was the\nsort of girl who, when she had been little, had broken all of her\nChristmas toys come Boxing Day.

\n I couldn’t refuse her.\nMistress Darling had told me to obey her daughter. So I went into the\nforbidding dungeon, wondering just what was going to happen to me.

\n “Get on the table.” the\ndaughter said. I got on the leather covered table. Manacles were\nattached to my wrists and ankles. Then the daughter left me there,\nunable to move. \n

\n When she returned she was\ndressed somewhat differently. She was in thigh-high leather boots, a\nleather corset, and elbow length leather gloves. And nothing else,\nher sweet, shaven labia on display. She had a bottle of baby oil in\nher hands, and was carrying a small glass.

\n “I understand that one of\nthe rules that mother has set is that if you cum you have to drink\nit.” she said. “I understand that you are not allowed to cum. So\nI am going to test how good you are at following orders. I am going\nto masturbate you and, if you are a good little slave, you won’t\ncum. I am going to try to make you cum, of course. First, though, I\nwant to feel that thing inside me.”

\n She climbed on top of me\nand rode my cock for around five minutes or so. Her cunt was very\ntight. I almost came inside her. But somehow I managed to obey my\nmistress and hold off.

\n I sighed when she climbed\noff me.

\n “That was fun.” she\nsaid. “But I think that any more and you would have cum, wouldn’t\nyou?

\n “Now we are gonna have\nsome more fun. I hope that you enjoy this slave, because the next\ntime I play with you I won’t be so pleasant. Mom likes beating\nslaves, but she is also as much into sexual slavery as S and M. I’m\nnot. I’m into sadism first. I’ve grown up around torture, and my\nfavourite thing of all is torturing an erect cock, and you have the\nmost inviting one of those I’ve ever seen. But I’m not going to\ndo that until Mom gets a chance to work you over first. Wouldn’t be\nfair, would it? After all, she’s the one who found you.”

\n She got the baby oil and\ncovered my cock with it. Then she proceeded to give me one of the\nbest handjobs any male has ever received. No eighteen year old should\nbe that knowledgeable over how to masturbate men. \n

\n It did not take me long to\ncum, my penis spurting out hot sperm. The evil little daughter was\nready with the glass, bending my penis down so that all of my spunk\nwas caught in the glass cup.

\n “Open wide.” she said,\nand laughed. My own spunk was dripped inside my mouth. Only when the\ndaughter was convinced that no more of my spunk could be gotten out\nof the glass did she put it down.

\n Then she began wanking me\nagain. Having just cum the head of my penis was very sensitive. But\nshe didn’t care. I groaned as she massaged the head of my cock.\nThen she gave me a blowjob of blowjobs. Slowly I became hard again,\nuntil my penis was, once again, a full nine inches long.

\n I went towards a second\norgasm. There was nothing I could do. The little minx of a mistress’s\ndaughter was more skilled than my resistance. Once again I spunked\ninto the glass, albeit a much smaller amount than before. Once again\nI had to swallow my own sperm, leaving me feel completely humiliated.

\n Yet again I was not allowed\nto rest. Her skilled hands kneaded me again.

\n “No, please…” I said,\nmomentarily forgetting the rule against talking.

\n “No speaking.” she\nsaid, pinching my left nipple with her nails. The sensation, although\npainful, was not unpleasant. I have always had a thing about my\nnipples being pinched or twisted. My cock, not entirely dead, gave a\nlittle jerk.

\n “Oh, so you liked that,\ndid you?” she asked. She had seen my cock jerk when she had hurt my\nnipple. “Then let’s give you some more.”

\n She wanked my cock with one\nhand, while pinching and twisting my nipples with the other. Somehow,\nover an hour, she brought me to another orgasm. But only the smallest\namount of spunk dribbled out into the glass. She held it over my open\nmouth. A few drops dribbled onto my tongue. I really did not like the\ntaste. But I supposed that I would get used to it, especially as I\nwould associate it with cumming from now on.

\n “I had hoped to keep you\ncumming all day.” she said, in disappointment. “I’m almost\ntempted to whip your cock to shreds. But that can wait until next\nweek. You have got me excited, though, so you can return the favour.\nI made you cum three times. So that is at least three orgasms you owe\nme.”

\n She climbed onto the table\nand presented her cunt to my mouth. Once again I licked for all my\nworth. Orgasm number one came quickly. She gasped in pleasure and\nalmost smothered me, just about remembering to let me breathe.

\n “Alright down there, are\nyou?” she asked, hearing me gasp for breath. “I’ve never\nsmothered anybody to death with my cunt before. I suppose there’s\nalways a first time, pervert.

\n “We are now face with a\nproblem, ‘cause I need to piss, but I don’t want to get down. I\nknow Mom hasn’t broken you in as a toilet slave, but I want you to\nswallow my piss. Yeah, I’m ordering you to swallow my piss, ‘cause\nyou’re just a stinking fucking pervert. Open your mouth. Swallow it\nall. Don’t drop a bit of my golden nectar.”

\n I opened my mouth as wide\nas I could, not looking forward to this. She pissed in my mouth. It\nwas hot and salty and sour and not very nice tasting. I swallowed as\nmuch of it as I could, as quickly as I could. But a few drops still\nfell down on top of the leather-covered table.

\n “You missed some,\npervert.” she said. “Mom’s going to be mad at you when I tell\nher that. You’re supposed to obey me. Now get back to sucking on my\ncunt.”

\n Pissing down my throat must\nhave been a turn on for this young little slut, as it wasn’t long\nbefore I brought her to a second shuddering orgasm. The third one,\nthough, took ages. I think that she held back deliberately, just to\nforce me to keep on licking at her cunt and clit.

\n When she had shuddered to a\nthird orgasm she finally climbed off my face, and off the table. She\nundid me, and led me back into the living room. I was put back in my\ncupboard, to watch videos of femdom and cbt, and wait for my mistress\nto return and release me. \n

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\n“Well, well, well.”\nMistress Darling said, when she finally released me that evening.\n“You have been disobedient, haven’t you? I told you not to cum.\nBut you did that three times. Not only that, but you looked in my\ndaughter’s face. You spoke, as well. And you failed to drink up all\nof her golden nectar. I have put the demerits on.”

\n I glanced up at the\nmonitor. It now read:

\n\tCURRENT DEMERITS: 27

\n
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\n\tPENALTIES:

\n\tDisobedience: 3 demerits \n

\n \tUrinating without\npermission: 1 demerit

\n\tUnauthorised talking: 3\ndemerits

\n\tWearing clothing: 1 demerit

\n\tUnauthorised orgasm: 5\ndemerits

\n\tLooking Mistress in the face:\n5 demerits

\n\tNot exercising for long\nenough: 1 demerit

\n\tNot keeping body free of\nhair: 2 demerit

\n How had it gotten so high\nso quickly? I had only been here a day.

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\nThankfully I managed to get\nthrough the rest of the evening without earning any more demerits. I\ncooked for my Mistress and her daughter. Then, once again, I was\ncalled on to give cunnilingus – to both of them – as they watched\nTV. At ten o’clock that night I was told that it was time for me to\ngo to bed.

\n “Saturdays and Sundays\nare a little different.” Mistress Darling said. “I will not have\nto leave the house. So there is no alarm, no chores, and no workout.\nInstead I will have all day to play with you. You can have a lie in,\nknowing that the first thing that I will do, tomorrow morning, is to\nwork off those demerits which you have accrued.”

\n I went back into the\ndarkness of my little cubby hole, not exactly looking forward to\nSaturday morning.

\n
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\nChapter Three: Saturday

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\nSaturday morning my tray came\nout of the wall to see Mistress Darling standing there. She was\ndressed in ripped jeans and a black tee shirt. She had leather boots\non her feet.

\n “Stand up, slave.” she\nsaid. “You have twenty-seven demerits to work off. There is a\nspecific system for working off the demerits. Each stroke of a cat o’\nnine tails, to a back or buttocks, is worth one demerit removed. If I\nuse a riding crop it is worth one more demerit removed. If I use a\ncane it is three demerits. If I use a bullwhip it is five demerits.\nIf the implement is used on a slave’ cock and balls, rather than on\nthe back or buttocks, then the demerits value to be removed is\ndoubled. \n

\n “I like easy maths,\nthough, slave, and I get to choose the implement. So you will be\ncaned nine times on the backside. Get into the dungeon.”

\n I went into the dungeon.\nMistress Darling followed me. Her daughter (still didn’t know her\nname) came in to watch. It was obviously a turn one for her to see a\nman in pain.

\n “Get over the horse,\nslave.” Mistress darling commanded me. I knew the position from all\nof the videos I had seen of her beating people on it. I lay with my\nstomach on it, and put my hands down to where there were some\nmanacles on chains. Mistress Darling clipped the manacles around my\nwrists. She did the same with ones the other side for my ankles.

\n “This is going to hurt,\nslave.” she said. “But it is supposed to hurt. I want you not to\nearn any more demerits. This is a small taste of what you will get.\nExcept that, next time, it will almost certainly be worse.”

\n I was too young to have\never been caned in school. My only encounter with caning, really, had\nbeen in porn pics and vids. So I didn’t rally know what to expect.

\n Whihhhh.\nThe sound of the cane cutting through the air. But it didn’t make\ncontact with my backside. It was only a practice swing.

\n Whihhhh.\nAnother practice swing. My buttocks had clenched, expecting it to\nhit. But it didn’t. I was being teased. I just wanted her to get it\nover with.

\n Whihhhh.\nA third swing where the cane didn’t contact pale flesh. Perhaps\nthis was only going to be psychological torture, and she was going to\nlet me off with a warning.

\n Whihhhh.

\n “AAAAAH!” I screamed in\nagony. It felt like a line of fire across my backside. I was sure\nthat she must have drawn blood. I thought about begging her to stop.\nBut that would mean more demerits, which would only make it worse.

\n Whihhhh.\nI almost screamed. But it was yet another swing through the air. \n

\n Whihhhh.

\n “AAAAAH!” I think that\nI screamed louder than before. That strike had just been a quarter of\nan inch or so above the first hit.

\n “Are you enjoying this,\nslave?” Mistress Darling asked. “I am. Beating a male makes me\nwet. When I have given you all nine I am going to let you fuck me –\na rare treat for you. So you had better be hard.

\n “That’s two. You have\nseven more to come. Now that you know what is coming I am temporarily\ngranting you the permission of speech – but only to thank me for\nthe blow. You are to say Thank\nyou, Mistress Darling, for punishing this worthless male.\nYou are to say that, and nothing more.”

\n Whihhhh.

\n “AAAAH! Thank you,\nMistress Darling, for punishing this worthless male.” Three down. I\nwas a third of the way through working off the demerits. Please let\nthem come to an end.

\n Whihhhh.

\n “AAAAH! Thank you,\nMistress Darling, for punishing this worthless male.” I had to be\nbleeding. I couldn’t take that much pain and not be cut up.

\n Whihhhh.

\n “AAAAH! Thank you,\nMistress Darling, for punishing this worthless male.”

\n “I think he likes it.”\nthe daughter said. She must have been looking at my cock. “His cock\nis rock hard. I wish that you were caning that, Mom. I bet that would\nmake him really scream.”

\n Whihhhh.

\n “AAAAH! Thank you,\nMistress Darling, for punishing this worthless male.” Six done. Six\nof the best. I resolved to never disobey either of these beautiful\nsadists, no matter what they told me to do in future.

\n Whihhhh.

\n “AAAAH! Thank you,\nMistress Darling, for punishing this worthless male.”

\n “Just two more, slave.\nYou have taken seven. The most I have ever dealt out in one go, on a\nslave’s back and backside, is a hundred. Just imagine getting\nninety-three more.

\n I couldn’t imagine\nanybody mentally surviving that. Their skin would have been shredded.

\n Whihhhh.

\n “AAAAH! Thank you,\nMistress Darling, for punishing this worthless male.”

\n “You know, slave,\nalthough I do not want you to disobey me, seeing you like this is an\nincredible turn on. I think that my cunt juice is dripping on the\nfloor. You know, since you are to be here forever, it must only be a\nmatter of time before you take a hundred strokes of the cane. Only a\nmatter of time before you exceed that number.”

\n Whihhhh.

\n “Aah…” I had begun to\nscream when I heard the sound. But it was another strike at thin air.\nBoth of my mistresses laughed at me, as though it was the funniest\nthing in the world.

\n Whihhhh.

\n “AAAAH! Thank you,\nMistress Darling, for punishing this worthless male.” That was the\nninth. I sagged in my bonds. It was over.

\n Mistress Darling undid the\nmanacles around my wrists and ankles. With some difficulty I stood\nupright.

\n “You are not bleeding.”\nMistress Darling told me. “But you have nine perfectly spaced marks\nwhich should turn purple. I don’t want you bleeding because, for a\nlot of today, you will be sitting on my furry white carpets, giving\nme head. I don’t want you to getting anything all over my carpets.\nTo that effect, slave, you will now be having enemas, every morning,\nwhen you get up, starting with tomorrow. Instructions will be in the\nbathroom.

\n “Now, get on the table, I\nwant to fuck your cock.” \n

\n I got on the leather\ncovered table. I was manacled hand and foot to it, so that I could\nbarely move. Then Mistress Darling climbed on the table, and impaled\nherself on my erect cock.

\n It felt so\ngood, although my\nbackside was smarting. She did all the work, riding my rigid flesh. I\nbegan to get close. I didn’t care that I would have to swallow my\nown spend. All that I wanted to do was to obey and impress my\nmistress.

\n And I got close, very\nclose. I was on the brink of orgasm when Mistress Darling said. “Now,\nmy daughter.” I hadn’t noticed the daughter move around to stand\nbetween my chained legs.

\n Just as I came, spurting\nhot white cum inside my mistress, the little minx squeezed my\ntesticles hard. I screamed in agony as I spurted deep within my\nmistress’s gorgeous cunt.

\n “Excellent!” Mistress\nDarling said. “Now you must suck out your dirty cum.”

\n She moved up my body, to\nplace her cunt over my mouth. I licked her clean of all the spunk I\nhad delivered up her.

\n “Remember, slave, that,\nin the future you will only be allowed to cum if there are no\ndemerits. So I have been very kind in granting you sex before you\nhave made any more mistakes.”

\n Mistress Darling stayed on\nmy face until I had brought her to an orgasm. But she didn’t get\noff straight away.

\n “My daughter introduced\nyou to swallowing our golden nectar yesterday.” Mistress Darling\nsaid. “I had intended to be slow in your introduction to serving as\na toilet. But, as you seemed to do okay, I have decided to accelerate\nmy plans for you. From now on you are to swallow our piss at least\nonce per day. It will continue like that until I am certain you can\nmanage to take piss more often. you will also, when you are not being\nused during the week, be entertained by videos featuring golden\nshowers.”

\n Saying that she pissed in\nmy mouth. I spluttered and swallowed as quickly as I could. I still\ncouldn’t get it all. It still didn’t taste nice. I didn’t think\nthat I would ever get to like it. But I told myself that it wasn’t\nabout getting to like it, but about serving Mistress Darling. And I\nhad discovered that I loved to serve Mistress Darling. It had already\nbecome my reason for existing. I had been her slave for less than to\ndays. But I could not imagine ever going back to my old life.

\n
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\nMistress Darling released me\nthen. I was told to go and get a shower, and then to make myself\nbreakfast. Again it was salad and a protein shake. Then I spent the\nrest of the morning either preparing coffee or food for the two\nmistresses, or sitting at their feet, eating them out as they lounged\nin a chair. It was clear that a large part of my life, from then on,\nwould be spent with my lips on the nether lips of one of my\nmistresses. And who could not desire that? I just wished that I\ndidn’t keep getting a crick in the neck.

\n It was in the evening that\nI received my first enema. That took place in the medical room. It\nwas unpleasant, but not really painful. But I was warned that, rather\nthan warm, soapy water, of just a couple of pints, I could have\nenemas of twice that amount, and that the water would not always been\nwarm. It could be freezing cold, with ice in the bag, or almost\nboiling, straight from hot tap to enema bag. I was warned that things\nlike chilli oil could be added to the water. But those punishment\nenemas would be rare. Most of the enemas would be simply to keep me\nclean.

\n The reason for the enema\nwas that I was going to be reamed out with strap ons. I was tied down\nover a medical table, my legs spread achingly wide. Lube was put in\nand around my arsehole. Then both mistresses spent ages fucking my\narsehole with black, six inch long strap on dildos. They might only\nhave been six inches long, but they still hurt my virgin arsehole.\nAnd the thing about getting fucked by strap ons is that strap ons\nnever cum, never go soft. a woman using one of those can keep going\nuntil they get bored – and neither mistress seemed to be bored with\nthe sight of the black dildo disappearing into my anus, or the sounds\nof my moans of discomfort.

\n “Be thankful that I have\nstarted out with my smallest strap on.” Mistress Darling said. “All\nof the others are large. “My largest is a foot long, and is as\nthick as my wrist. Each week we will open you a little more. You will\nregularly be wearing anal plugs, slave, to make sure that nothing\nleaks out, of course.”

\n I got through the\narse-fucking, and more cunnilingus, as seeing my anal rape had turned\non both mistresses. I could have gone back in the cupboard having\ngone through the day without earning any more demerits. But the pain\nfrom the caning had faded in my mind; and there was something which I\nhad to know, whatever the cost.

\n I put up my hand, hoping\nthat Mistress Darling would allow me to speak.

\n “If you speak, slave, it\nis demerits.” she said. “So I should think very carefully before\nopening my mouth.”

\n I had thought carefully,\nand it was worth it.

\n “Please, Mistress\nDarling, but I do not know the name of your beautiful daughter.”

\n “Her real name is not\nyour concern.” my Mistress said. “On the rare times that you are\nallowed to speak, you will refer to her as Mistress CJ.”

\n Mistress Darling added on\nmy demerits. At the end of Saturday the screen read thus: \n

\n\tCURRENT DEMERITS: 3

\n
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\n\tPENALTIES:

\n\tDisobedience: 3 demerits \n

\n \tUrinating without\npermission: 1 demerit

\n\tUnauthorised talking: 4\ndemerits

\n\tWearing clothing: 1 demerit

\n\tUnauthorised orgasm: 5\ndemerits

\n\tLooking Mistress in the face:\n5 demerits

\n\tNot exercising for long\nenough: 1 demerit

\n\tNot keeping body free of\nhair: 2 demerit

\n
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\nThings were only going to get\nworse.

\n
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\nChapter Four: Sunday

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\nNeither Mistress got up early\non a Sunday. I was allowed to get up, have a shower, shave my body\nhair stubble, and have something to eat before either of my\ntormenters got up. When the two finally arose I made them breakfast,\nbathed Mistress Darling, and so on (I did not get to bathe Mistress\nCJ).

\n Approaching lunchtime and\nMistress Darling was sat in white leather armchair. I was kneeling in\nfront of her, gently tickling her groin with my tongue. \n

\n “I have decided that you\nneed to get some religion in your life, slave.” Mistress Darling\nsaid. “From now on, every Sunday, you will worship me as the all\npowerful goddess who has the power of life and death over you. I want\nyou to repeat this, every Sunday, just before you worship at my\nsacred cunt. You are granted permission to say these words.”

\n Mistress Darling produced a\nsmall, laminated card. It was obvious that some planning had gone\ninto this.

\n “Oh goddess, this\nunworthy creature prostrates himself before the sacred altar of\nfemininity, begging to be allowed to kiss your holy labia, before\nplunging his unworthy tongue into your shrine, to worship you by\nbringing you to a sacred orgasm, knowing that I deserve no such\npleasure myself. Oh goddess, this unworthy creature offers up his\nbody for the cruellest of tortures, if, by doing so, he can prove, by\nhis meagre sacrifice, that he may be allowed to bring you your divine\npleasure.”

\n Mistress Darling put the\nsole of one shoe over my left testicle, and pressed. It was not hard\nenough to be painful. But I was very aware of the presence of her\nfoot.

\n “Repeat it.” she said.\n“Do not make a mistake. Any mistake will be considered to be\ndisobedience.”

\n She got out her smartphone,\nputting it on the arm of the chair. I guessed what app she might be\nusing.

\n I tried. It would have been\neasier if Mistress Darling had allowed me to see the card. But, of\ncourse, it wasn’t going to be that easy. \n

\n “Oh goddess, this\nunworthy creature prostrates himself before the sacred altar of\nfemininity, begging to be allowed to kiss your labia…”

\n “WRONG!” she shouted.\nHer foot lowered a miniscule amount, just beginning to crush my ball.

\n She repeated what was on\nthe card. I had missed out the word holy.

\n “Try again.” \n

\n “WRONG!” \n

\n My ball was really\nbeginning to hurt, as she put more pressure on it. She read the card\nagain. I had mixed up sacred\nwith divine.

\n I got it right on the third\nattempt. But, as I glanced at the monitor screen, I saw that I was\nalready up to ten demerits.

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\nThe rest of the morning and\nafternoon passed peacefully, with more cunnilingus from me. When I\nwent to the loo Mistress Darling was there, watching me crap, or\nholding my penis if I had to piss. Pissing was not always easy, as I\nhad an almost permanent erection. Mistress Darling helped by bending\nit down as much as she could. Once, though, even with her helping, a\nlittle of my piss went not in the toilet bowl, but on the floor. I\nhad to lick it up, and accept more demerits for disobedience. But I\ndeserved that. \n

\n Mistress Darling explained\nthat, in the evening, she played poker with some of her friends.\nThere was going to be no change in that just because I was there. All\nof her friends knew what she got up to, and sometimes were allowed to\ntake part. They only played with Monopoly money.

\n While the game went on, my\nmistress explained, I would be giving cunnilingus to her friends. The\nprize for whoever had the most money at the end of the game would be\nto piss in my mouth, as I had not yet drunk any golden wine that day.\nIn future they might be allowed to play for inflicting punishments on\nme, instead. But mistress, in her infinite wisdom, had decided to\nlimit me to drinking their piss.

\n Mistress Darling told me\nthat her friends were called – as far as I was concerned –\nMistress Zoe; Mistress Anna; Mistress Olga; and Mistress Jane. She\ndescribed what they looked like, but reminded me that I was not\nallowed to look at their faces.

\n Mistress Zoe was a tattoo\nartist and piercing specialist. Mistress Anna was into technology,\nand had designed all of the tech in the apartment, including the\napps. Mistress Olga designed CBT equipment, including cock cages. And\nMistress Jane was a nurse, and an expert on just how far you could\ntorture a body without doing anything permanent.

\n The game started at eight\no’clock. Mistress Darling went down in the private elevator to let\nher friends in. the four other women strolled into the place. They\nlaughed when they saw me sitting on the carpet near the poker table,\nmy large cock as hard as ever. I was a little embarrassed, and I\nthink that my face reddened a bit. Nobody likes being laughed at. \n

\n “God, is he just some\nhorny dog who can’t control his cock?” said a dark-skinned lady,\nwho was Mistress Zoe. I could see her legs in a leather mini-skirt,\nfishnet stocking in slutty red stilettos. I didn’t look any higher\nin case I accidentally looked at her face.

\n “It’s larger than I\nexpected.” said a different voice, who was Mistress Olga. “Most\nmasochists have really small cocks. It can be quite dispiriting,\nsometimes.” Mistress Olga wore jeans and trainers. I didn’t see\nwhat else. Her jeans were really tight.

\n “He’s no going to spunk\nup her legs, is he?” That was from Mistress Anna, also in jeans.

\n “Not if he knows what is\ngood for him.” my mistress said. “He gets demerits for coming\nwithout permission.”

\n “How long has he had a\nhard on?” Mistress Jane asked. \n

\n “Oh, for hours. He hasn’t\ncum today. I’m not going to let him cum while he has demerits to\nwork off. The next chance for that will be next Saturday. He will\nhave to be frustrated until then.”

\n “Good. There is a myth,\nput about by men, that they need to cum if they get aroused. Absolute\nrubbish. Men can go for years without cumming, without there being\nany damage.”

\n The talk continued in such\na vein, with me being talked about, but not talked to. I was only an\nobject. \n

\n Eventually I heard some\nmore words which seemed to be important:

\n “I want some cock\nrestraints built for him.” my mistress said to Mistress Olga. “I\nwant a range of them built. I want one which will stop him getting\nhard, but without doing any damage to the cock. I want a few\npunishment versions of that one. I want one with spikes, and one with\nelectricity, and one which combines the two. Finally, I want one like\nthat, but as severe as you can do without causing any permanent\ndamage. I want to be able to control when he feels the shocks. But I\nwant the outside of it to be a smooth dildo, which I can ride without\nhim feeling anything.”

\n “Fine.” Mistress Olga\nsaid. “I can do bespoke versions of those for you. But I will need\nto measure him when he is not aroused.”

\n Bags of ice were produced\nand held to my groin until my erection temporarily withered.\nMeasurements were taken of my length and girth. Then they got on with\nthe real business of the poker game. \n

\n For that those mistresses\nwho had been wearing jeans stripped them off, as well as any\nknickers. They then relaxed into the chairs.

\n “He is just a cuntlicker\nat the moment.” my mistress explained. “And I am still training\nhim in that. He is not yet an ashtray. That is yet a further thing\nwhich I will have to train him in.”

\n I went beneath the table,\nand began to suck their cunts. Each had a slightly different taste.\nAll of them had no hairs at all, and were scrupulously clean. They\nhad obviously come here knowing what to expect. \n

\n Mistress Zoe had pierced\nlabia, three rings each side. There was also a horizontal bar through\nher clitoral hood. In addition she had a tattoo of a black cat on her\npussy mound. I enjoyed licking her. She was the first of the five\nwomen I brought to an orgasm. She swore at me as she came, telling me\nhow she would like to run needles through my cock.

\n Mistress Olga was next. She\ntold me that she liked inflicting heavy torture, and that her\nspeciality was cock and ball torture. She did not believe in granting\norgasms to men.

\n Mistress Jane came next, so\nto speak. She told me that she was a nurse and that if my mistress\never wanted any surgical procedures that she would be happy to carry\nthem out.

\n Mistress Anna told me that\nshe liked electricity. She was an expert on that, and was responsible\nfor all my mistress’s electrical and electronic items. She said how\nshe had once spent the whole of a very pleasant day running\nelectricity through a slave’s cock. \n

\n My Mistress I brought to an\norgasm last. But the evening was not over, not by a long term. These\nmistresses wanted more. So I went around all of them a second time,\nusing my growing cunnilingual skills to bring them to a second\norgasm, as they discussed different ways in which to torture male\ngenitalia. My cock remained rock hard listening to all that. \n

\n Then, when they had all cum\na second time, I performed analingus on the mistresses. I was still\ndoing that when the game came to an end. It was time to receive my\nreward. We all went into the medical room.

\n It was Jane, the nurse, who\nhad accrued most of the Monopoly money.

\n “I’m glad I won.” she\nsaid. “I’m dying for a piss. Been drinking a lot of water just\nfor this. I’m free of all infections, and urine is neutral, so you\ncan drink down all of this.”

\n “On you back, slave.”\nmy mistress said. “Open your mouth.”

\n I opened my mouth as wide\nas I could. Jane crouched over my mouth, making sure that she didn’t\nquite touch my mouth. Then she pissed. She pissed a lot. It must have\nbeen more than a pint. I swallowed as quickly as I could, as her pee\nwas watery, with hardly any taste at all. But, once again, I couldn’t\nswallow down fast enough, and some spilled on the floor (more\ndemerits for me). I was told to lick up what had spilled out. Then I\nwas put on my tray and sent into the wall.

\nThat was the end of my Sunday\nfun. \n

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\nChapter Five: Monday to Friday

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\nMonday morning I began my\nfirst full week of serving Mistress Darling. I soon got used to the\nroutine: get up at 06.45, make her coffee, take a shower and shave my\nbody, present the coffee, make her breakfast, entertain her until\n09.00, and then do my hour of exercise.

\n My mistress increased how\nfar I had to ride, each day, in the allotted time. On Monday it was\nset to six miles, so I had to keep up an average speed of twelve\nmiles an hour to accomplish that in half an hour. By Friday morning,\nthough, she had increased it to seven and a half miles, so I had to\nkeep up a speed of fifteen miles per hour. She told me that the speed\nwould be increased each day until I failed to cover the required\ndistance. That would be disobedience, of course, and the distance\nwould stay at the new amount. She hoped, in such a manner, to\nincrease my abilities. She was going to push my limits. So far she\ndid not follow up with her promise of electrical shocks while I\ncycled, though, for which I was very grateful.

\n I had got used to eating my\nmeals in bowls on the floor. At least I wasn’t being fed dog food,\nor anything like that. And the salads and other things I was allowed\nwere actually very good. The food was high quality, much better than\nthe junk food which I had occasionally eaten before coming to\nMistress Darling.

\n One of the mornings, when I\nwoke up, I had to dive in the bathroom and use the loo without\ngetting prior permission to go. The ever-present cameras recorded the\nevent, of course, and I earned a demerit point for urinating without\npermission. Talking of urine, my daytime entertainment, while in the\ncupboard, consisted of just about every golden shower video in\nexistence where women pissed into a man’s open mouth. A lot of them\nseemed to be either German or Brazilian. They were interspersed with\na new video clip of Mistress Darling. In this one she was standing in\nthe medical room with her legs spread, the camera being on the floor,\nso that she was dominating over it.

\n “You are a human toilet.”\nshe said, in the video. “Your greatest desire is to drink my golden\nrain. You desire that I never have to sit on a cold toilet again, but\nthat every droplet of precious piss goes into your unworthy mouth.\nYou will drink my and my daughter’s piss for the rest of you life,\nand you will beg to consume everything our bodies produce.”

\n Then the video end with her\nreleasing a stream of piss down onto the camera.

\n Every day I had to drink\nthe piss of Mistress Darling. Monday and Tuesday I still had trouble\nnot swallowing quickly enough, and I spilled a little (more\ndemerits). But from Wednesday onwards she was either peeing slower,\nor I was getting better, as I didn’t spill any. I was glad to serve\nher in that way, I discovered. I was now happy to drink her piss. But\nI was worried about what would come next in my training as a toilet\nslave.

\n Perhaps the worse part of\nthese days was when Mistress CJ arrived back from college – those\nhours when she had me to myself before her mother came home. She\nliked to set me up to earn demerits, by trying to get me to do\nsomething where I would fail.

\n On Monday she again wanked\nme to two unauthorised orgasms. I was not on the leather covered\ntable, but on the rack both times. She stretched me to where it just\nbegan to get painful.

\n “You have to be in pain\nwhen you cum.” she said, by way of explanation. “Swallowing your\nown spunk is not enough, pervert. Mom wants you to be addicted to\npain. So consider this to be a little foretaste. Anyway, what she has\ngot planned for you in the long term is gonna be a lot worse than\nthis. You’re just having a little stretch.”

\n at least she did pour my\ncum into my mouth. I thanked her by licking her to orgasm.

\n On Tuesday she tried to get\nme to be disobedient by pissing in her mouth. Another failure.\nAlthough I did succeed in bringing her to two orgasms. I surprised\nher on Wednesday by managing to swallow it all. But with both her and\nher mother using me I was getting a loss of piss. \n

\n Thursday she brought a\nfriend around, as she felt the amount of piss I was drinking was not\nchallenging enough. I was blindfolded, so I couldn’t see who her\nfriend was. Both of the girls pissed in my mouth. But Mistress JC did\nnot get me to fail. I swallowed it all.

\n As Mistress Darling pointed\nout that night, though, I had not received permission to wear a\nblindfold, and it was technically an item of clothing. So I got\nanother demerit.

\n On Friday I was exhausted\nby the activities of the week. I just couldn’t do all of the\nexercise. I also forget to shave my body hair. Two things which were\npicked up by the cameras, of course. I ended up the week with a grand\ntotal of sixty demerits.

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\nIn the evenings I still\nentertained my mistresses by performing cunnilingus and analingus on\nthem. But now I had to suffer a little for their pleasure. It started\non the Monday night. Mistress Darling produced a pair of nipple\nclamps. They were the sort with two metal bars tightened by a screw.\nThankfully, on the Monday, Mistress Darling only tightened them to\nsuch an extent that they would not fall off. They felt pleasant, to\ntell the truth.

\n “It turns me on to see\nyou in pain.” Mistress Darling explained to me, that Monday night.\n“And you do want your Mistress turned on, don’t you?”

\n I nodded. I would do\nanything for my mistresses. \n

\n “Good. I’m glad. But we\nneed to increase the pain. I want you to need to be hurt. It pleases\nme.”

\n “You’ve hardly\ntightened them at all.” Mistress JC said disapprovingly. “Can I\ntighten them some more, Mom?”

\n “No. we are going slow\nwith this slave. Go to fast and he will not become what I want of\nhim. I want him to crave nipple pain.”

\n “He already does.” she\nmuttered. “How about some real ball abuse?”

\n But Mistress Darling said\nthat I was not yet ready for that. The breaking of me would be a slow\naffair.

\n Tuesday night the clamps\nwere a little tighter. They were released every twenty minutes or so,\nmy nipples massaged, and then the clamps put on. And I was rock hard\nthrough it all.

\n Wednesday they were really\ntight and painful. It was an intense ache, and I couldn’t help\ngroaning in pain (it didn’t seem to bother my cock, however). It\nclearly turned on my Mistress, though. I think that just the sight of\nme in pain was enough to get her aroused. She came six times that\nnight, as I used my tongue on her.

\n The clamps stayed about the\nsame tightness Thursday and Friday. But a plastic clamp was put on my\nballs on Thursday.

\n “Just so that you know\nwhat it feels like.” my mistress said. She didn’t tighten it so\nthat I felt any real pain, either that day or the next. But it was\nclear that such things were only a matter of time.

\n The strap ons were used on\nme each night, of course. By the end of the week I could accommodate\nthe eight inch strap on, albeit with some difficulty.

\n So ended my first week. I\ndreaded Saturday, as it would involve getting rid of my demerits. But\nI also looked forward to it, hoping that it would be a chance for an\norgasm which I had been denied, since my unauthorised one on Monday\nat the hands of Mistress JC.

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To\nbe continued… maybe.

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