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\nBlaine Part One

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\nARRIVAL

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\nThe red Chevrolet corvette\nroared along the highway, the only car for miles. Behind the steering\nwheel was Blaine Carson, 42 years young, and as hot as she had ever\nbeen, in her aviator sunglasses, short-cropped blonde hair, tight red\ntop, and her black leather trousers. Blaine Carson had just won the\nlottery, and was determined to live life to the full, to do all of\nthose things she had never done before. The first thing she intended\nto do was to find some cock.

\n\tShe loved cock. She loved\nhard, teenage cock thrusting between her shaven labia, spurting deep\ninside her. She loved hard male cock covering her face with sperm.\nAnd she loved to see male cocks in pain, the face scrunched up in\nagony, as she rewarded a big cock with hit, sexy agony. \n

\n\tShe was meeting some young,\neighteen year old stud who had been positive for her internet advert\nasking for an eighteen or nineteen year old good-looking guy with a\ncock of at least nine inches, and a good body. She had the details of\nJohnny Fletcher on her knew smartphone, the undraped photo which he\nhad sent her, showing a cock big enough for her. And he had looked\nripped, with the sort of abs which she could just bite. \n

\n\tShe had been totally honest\nin her post: she was looking for a young man who would be her slave,\n24/7, 365 days a year. A guy who she could fuck, and who she could\ndominate and hurt. Somebody who would be happy to disappear from the\nworld. Somebody who had no limits. Somebody who had no safe words. \n

\n\tFuck, but she had had a lot\nof replies. They had gone into three figures. But that vast majority\nof them weren’t ripped; were clearly older than eighteen or\nnineteen; and had pathetic little cocks. Losers, the lot of them.\nExcept for Johnny Fletcher. He had been almost exactly what she had\nbeen looking for. Which was why she was roaring across Arizona, on\nher way to meet this stud. \n

\n\tShe neared his home town,\nonly to see stud walking along the side of the road, holding a sign\nwith “Blaine” written with marker pen on cardboard. She had\narranged to meet him at his house. She roared to a stop beside him.

\n\t“Get in.” she said,\nopening the passenger door.

\n\t“I had a row with my\nparents…” Johnny began to say, putting a small rucksack in the\nfootwell were he was sitting.

\n\t“I don’t give a fuck\nabout that.” Blaine said. And she didn’t care about his familial\nproblems. “You’re mine now. Your family is part of your past, a\nlife which no longer exists. Close the door.”

\n\tJohnny pulled the door shut.\nHe was even more gorgeous in real life than on a computer monitor.\nBut he was just one of the new things which Blaine had acquired. Her\nlittle red corvette was another one. So was her new home, built to\nher specifications, under a confidentiality clause. Her new house was\nin Wyoming, a few miles away from the town of Eden – close enough\nso that she could drive into Eden, but far away that she shouldn’t\nbe disturbed. It was a very fine one-story building, miles away from\nthe main highway, nothing else around. It was a place which would be\nboth Heaven and Hell for Johnny Fletcher.

\n\tIt looked like a one-storey\nbuilding. But the basement was as extensive as the building above\nground. It had everything which a dungeon should have. It had every\ncock and ball torture toy she had been able to find.

\n\tBlaine put the radio on,\nfinding a rock station. Yeah, she had been a rock chick in a former\nlife. She turned the radio up loud When Joan Jett and the Blackhearts\ncame on, blaring out “I Love Rock and Roll” as Blaine drove north\nthrough Arizona. She had about half the state to cover, then Utah,\nand then into Wyoming. She was not gonna do it all in one go. She had\na motel lined up in Richfield, in Utah. There she intended to see\njust how good Johnny’s cock was. She doubted whether, at eighteen\nyears old, he would be a very good lover. But she intended to teach\nhim. He would soon learn – if he knew what was good for him. \n

\n\tAs she drove Blaine lit up.\nSmoking cigarettes was one bad habit which she had never been able to\nkick. She’d probably die of fucking lung cancer. So be it. She was\ngonna cram in every possible experience before that happened. And\nthere were a lot of men who liked to see sexy women smoking. From the\nemail exchanges with Johnny she knew that he was one of those guys.\nShe bet that he wouldn’t find cigarettes so sexy when she put one\nout on his scrotum. But she wasn’t going to do anything like that\nuntil she had her prize catch safely in the dungeon of her house. She\ndidn’t want him to be the one who got away. \n

\n\tBlaine was very aware that\nJohnny was watching her smoke. She tried to smoke the cigarette as\nsexily as she could, almost imagining that it was a little cock. She\nblew smoke out, exhaling in a way that made her breasts – her best\nfeatures – move around a little in the bra that struggled to\ncontain them. Yes, she caught a glance at her big tits. Johnny was\ndefinitely a tit man. And nature had blessed her with large breasts.\nThey were one thing on which she had not had to spend any money\n(unless you counted the cleavage-creating bras from Victoria’s\nSecrets).

\n\t“You said that we’re\nstopping over in Beaver.” Johnny said, trying to make small talk\nover the rock music.

\n\t“Change of plan.” Blaine\nsaid. “We’re gonna go all the way to Richfield.” Blaine had\ndeliberately given this young man the wrong information, just in case\nhe told some family member, and they came after him. Blaine didn’t\nwant some scene. But he was eighteen, so he was an adult. But,\nanyway, this was effectively an abduction. \n

\n\tJohnny got a phone out, an\nold mobile. Blaine snatched it out of his hands and threw it high\ninto the air. It landed behind the car and smashed.

\n\t“Hey!” Johnny said,\nturning in his seat to look at the remains of his phone, now\ndisappearing behind them.

\n\t“I told you, no fucking\nphones!” Blaine snapped. He had to learn to obey her, completely\nand utterly. Otherwise it was going to get very painful for him. He\nhad no idea of just what she could do to a set of cock and balls. \n

\n\tThey carried on, towards\nBlaine’s home and Johnny’s fate…

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\nThat evening, in the motel\nroom, Blaine tied Johnny naked to the bed, after they had both\nshowered. She used her softest pieces of rope to tie him\nspread-eagled. He did not complain, which was good. Even better was\nthe fact that the act of tying him up caused him to have a full\nerection. But it didn’t take a lot for an eighteen year old to get\na rock hard erection. He was at the peak of his sexual abilities –\nwhich was why Blaine had only wanted an eighteen or nineteen year old\nstud. Why pick somebody in their forties who was way past his peak?\nPlus it should be easier to train him. At eighteen he was not to set\nin his ways. He could still be trained.

\n\tBlaine rode Johnny until his\nbig cock spurted deep into her cunt. He came far too quickly, as far\nas Blaine was concerned. He would have to be trained to hold back his\norgasm. \n

\n\tHer cunt full of spunk Blaine\nsat on his face.

\n\t“Clean me up.” she\nordered. But Johnny turned his face away. \n

\n\t“I’m not gay.” the\nidiot said, infuriating Blaine. \n

\n\t“Listen here, you little\nshit,” she hissed “you are anything which I fucking say you are.\nYou will clean me up, or I will rent you out to every gay club in the\nUSA, so that you drink more spunk than you have ever drunk water. You\nwill obey\nme from now on. That is what a slave does.”

\n\tShe dug her sharp fingernails\ninto his nipples. She saw his semi-hard cock twitch. It seemed that\npain turned him on. That was good, as he was going to experience\nplenty of it, in the years to come. \n

\n\tJohnny began tonguing\nBlaine’s cunt, licking her out, swallowing his own cum. At first he\nwas hesitant, not wanting to perform this duty. But, as he continued,\nhe became more eager, and his cock, having cum once, became rock hard\nagain. It was clear that humiliation, as well as pain, turned on\nJohnny, even if he had not been aware of that fact before. It was all\nwell and good.

\n\tBlaine finally came on\nJohnny’s face, his inexperienced tongue inside her, as she thought\nof all the things that she was going to do to him. She carried on\nsitting on his face until he brought her to a second orgasm. She did\nnothing about his hard cock. Let it be hard. Let him get blue balls.

\n\tShe slept in a chair, not\nwanting to release Johnny from the bed. Let him have his first taste\nof orgasm denial.

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\nThe next day Blaine and Johnny\ncontinued on their way. He was very quiet. But he obeyed everything\nthat Blaine asked of him. That was a good sign. \n

\n\tBy the evening they had\narrived at Blaine’s one storey ranch in Wyoming.

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\nFrom the outside it looked\nlike a normal one storey building. No other houses were anywhere\nnear. The drive led up to the front of the place, and a large garage\nnext to the house. Blaine intended to get more cars than her little\nred corvette. She felt the need for speed. A black Jaguar would be\nnice, or maybe a yellow Porsche Boxster. \n

\n\tBlaine got a black dustbin\nbag out of the glove box. She got out of the car.

\n\t“Take all of your clothes\noff, slave.” she said, firmly. “From now on I will decide what\nyou will wear, or even if you will wear anything at all. Put the\nclothes in the bag. All of them.”

\n\tJohnny Fletcher opened his\nmouth, then thought better of objecting. Good, he was learning. He\nput all of his clothes in the black plastic bag. His cock began to\nget hard, standing there, naked, next to a fully grown woman old\nenough to be his mother. He put his hands in front of his body, as\nthough to hide his cock.

\n\t“Hands behind your back!”\nBlaine snapped. “You are not to hide your cock from me. You are\nnever\nto hide your cock from me.”

\n\tJohnny blushed, but put his\nhands behind his back, as his cock became fully erect. At least he\nwas circumcised. But there would have to be some changes. His pubic\nhair would have to go, for a start.

\n\t“I like my lovers to have\nhairless bodies.” Blaine said, as she walked around the young man,\nstudying his almost perfect body. “Every morning you will shave off\nevery single hair on your body. If I find a single hair you will be\npunished.”

\n\t“Yes, Mistress.” Johnny\nsaid, submissively. \n

\n\t“Furthermore, your name is\nno longer Johnny Fletcher.” Blaine continued. “Johnny Fletcher no\nlonger exists. You will be called Slave. You are an object, not a\nperson, and as such, you have no rights. No rights, no limits, and no\nsafe words, remember.”

\n\tSlave nodded his assent –\nnot that it was required. He had already consented to a life without\nconsent. \n

\n\t“There is one final rule –\nfor the moment – and that is that you are not to cum without my\npermission. In fact, from this moment on, you are not allowed to\ntouch that cock without permission. The cock is mine, not yours, and\nyou will be punished if you disobey me. And I do mean punished.

\n\t“You will suffer light\nbeatings – and other things – because such things turn me on. I\nwant to see your ass reddened by a strap. But those minor beatings\nwill not be punishments. Consider them to be part of your training.\nAnd you will need a lot of training. Your skills at cunnilingus are\nsadly lacking. That will be the first thing in which you will be\ntrained. After you have achieved a respectable level of ability I\nwill train you in other pleasures.”

\n\tSlave looked a little\ncrestfallen. \n

\n\t“Don’t worry, Slave, you\nwill be allowed to cum a lot – if you please me. If you really\nplease me I will\nallow you to cum inside me. But I like to see a large cock spurt lots\nof white cum. I like to watch. And you will have to drink every\nsingle drop of cum from now on, whether you cum inside me or not.”

\n\t“Yes, Mistress Blaine.”\nSlave murmured. His cock jerked at the thought of being made to\nswallow his own cum for the rest of his life.

\n\t“Good. Now I will show you\nwhere you will live when I am not playing with you. I am a highly\nsexed individual, and I will be playing with you a lot, so you will\nnot get bored. But I won’t play with you today. I want you to get\nused to your new surroundings, and settle in to your life as a\nslave.”

\n\tThat had been the plan, and\nBlaine decided to stick to it, despite her pussy creaming at the\nthoughts of all the things she would get to do to this young man with\nthe big cock – her cock, to fuck and torture, she reminded herself.\nOh, yes, she was going to have a lot of fun with Slave. \n

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\nBlaine got out her wallet, and\nextracted a key card. She slid it down the door at the front of her\nhome. Everything had electronic locks. No keyholes to be picked.

\n\tThe glass door slid silently\nto the side. Blaine and her slave entered her home.

\n\t“Wow.” Slave said,\nlooking around. It was, without doubt, the most luxurious house in\nwhich he had ever been, far better than his old home back in Arizona.\nIt had every device a person could wish for. The living room had\nwhite leather sofas, a carpet you could sink into, and a 72” ultra\nhigh definition flat screen TV attached to one wall. The kitchen had\na walk-in freezer and a cooker that Blaine doubted she would use. The\ndays of cooking over a stove were over, as far as she was concerned.\nThe microwave would do for her and Slave. But she liked to have a top\nof the range cooker, just in case. It was flaunting her wealth. \n

\n\tThe bathroom was massive. It\nhad a sunken bath, a shower, a toilet, a bidet and a sauna area.\nBlaine’s bedroom was equally vast, with the biggest bed she had\nbeen able to find. But she did not intend to share her bed with\nanybody. When she fucked Slave it would be elsewhere. \n

\n\t“Come with me.” Blaine\nsaid. Her naked slave followed her into a corridor with wooden\npanelling on the wall. Blaine pressed one of the panels. It slid in\nbackwards around an inch. Then a whole section of panelling slid to\nthe side, revealing carpeted stairs going down. A light came on above\nthe steps. \n

\n\tThe steps went down some\nthirty feet, to the dungeon area of Blaine’s home. Anything which\noccurred down here would not be heard on the ground level. Blaine had\ntested it, playing Metallica at the highest volume. She had not head\na thing. \n

\n\tAt the bottom of the steps\nthere was a door covered by wood panelling. The door had a metal\ncore, however, and no human being could break through it when it was\nlocked. A keycard unlocked the door. Beyond was a passage with walls\nwith wood panelling on them. It did not look like a dungeon. But that\nwas what it was. It was a dungeon where a person could be held and\nanybody searching the ground floor would never be able to find them.

\n\tThere were several doors\nleading off the main passage, in this underground complex.

\n\t“This is your room.”\nBlaine said, unlocking the door to “Slave’s Room” with a\nkeycard. It said “Slave’s Room” on the door, just in case\nanybody was in doubt. The room beyond was not some prison cell, but\nquite luxurious, with soft carpet on the floor, a double bed in the\ncentre of the room, a television on the wall, and a DVD player. The\nroom was very warm, and Slave would not need to wear clothes in here.\nThere were no clothes on the bed, however, although there were a\ncouple of pillows. The bed was bolted in position so that it could\nnot be moved. A CCTV camera on one wall was trained on the bed. \n

\n\tThere was a small en suite\nbathroom with a shower cubicle and a toilet. There was another CCTV\ncamera in there.

\n\t“You will have no privacy.”\nBlaine said. “The cameras are to ensure that you do not masturbate\nwithout permission. Believe me, I will know if you do, and you will\nbe punished. There is one exception.”

\n\tBlaine pointed to a large,\nlife-sized poster covering one wall. The poster was of a\nstern-looking, semi-naked Blaine Carson. She was wearing only\nthigh-high leather stiletto boots, and she was brandishing a\nnasty-looking riding crop. The picture had been taken from a very low\nangle, the camera lens looking up at her naked body. Her legs were\nspread wide, revealing her pouting labia. It was a very dominant\npicture.

\n\t“Each morning, after you\nhave showered and shaved off any hairs on your body, you are to kneel\nin front of the picture of your Mistress and to masturbate your cock.\nYou are to masturbate, but you are NOT allowed to cum. You are to\nremain in that position until I open the door and give you your\nbreakfast. If you are not in the position when I open the door you\nwill be punished. Also, I want you to come up with some mantra as to\nhow much you desire me, and how you are willing to suffer for me. I\nsuggest that you write it down and learn it by heart. If it is not\nsufficiently submissive you will be punished. As you are a new slave\nI will give you three attempts to come up with something suitably\nsubmissive. If none of the first three are good enough I will torture\nyou each day until you create something expressing true submission.

\n\t“I do not want you to get\nbored, so when I am not playing with you you are allowed to read\nbooks or watch DVDs. That television only functions as a monitor for\nthe DVD player. You cannot get any channels on it.”

\n\tBlaine did not want her slave\nwatching the news just in case there was anything about him on it.\nShe needn’t have worried. Nothing ever appeared on the news about a\nmissing Johnny Fletcher. He was just one more person who had\ndisappeared without trace, and for which nobody would ever search. \n

\n\t“The lights, and the power\nto the DVD player and monitor, go out at ten o’clock at night.”\nBlaine continued. “They come on again at six o’clock in the\nmorning.” \n

\n\tThere was no clock in there,\nand Blaine could easily override the controls from her computer on\nthe ground floor. Everything from the CCTVs went to the computer. Her\ncomputer could store petabytes of data. It could hold thousands of\nhours of video. \n

\n\t“I will leave you to get\naccustomed to this place.” Blaine said. “If you are a good slave,\nthis is where you will sleep. If you are bad, then you will not sleep\nhere, but cramped up in a metal cage in the dungeon. I suggest that\nyou obey me.”

\n\tBlaine left Slave to get used\nto his new life.

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\nThe DVDs were all ones which\nhad been approved by Blaine. They were all films with strong female\nactors: Mae West, Bette Davis, Glenn Close and so on. There was no\nporn. Blaine wanted her Slave to only be aroused by her. \n

\n\tThe books were only by female\nauthors. None of them were porn. Slave did not bother reading them\nyet. He looked for a clock, but there was no sight of one. He had no\nway to judge the passage of time. He lay on the bed. \n

\n\tBlaine was watching him,\nthrough her computer. She turned off the light a little before ten.\nBut she kept watching for a little while, his body showing up\nwhitish-green on the special camera. Blaine watched as one of his\nhands stole down to his big cock, and he masturbated to orgasm,\ncoming on his chest.

\n\tBlaine smiled. The slave had\ndisobeyed her. And he would be punished for that. \n

\n\tShe went to bed, thinking\nthat her life was about to get very interesting. \n

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\nDAY ONE

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\nThe next morning Blaine\nentered her Slave’s room just after he had finished showering, and\nshaving off all the hairs on his body. At lease he had got that\nright. She was naked apart from the same leather boots in the poster.\nShe held a thin, long piece of wood, like some wooden version of a\nskewer.

\n\t“YOU DISOBEYED ME!” she\nshouted at Slave, in mock anger (although a part of her was\nthrilled). “YOU MASTURBATED TO ORGASM, DESPITE THAT NOT BEING\nALLOWED!” \n

\n\tSlave took a step backwards.\nHe looked very nervous. But he did not deny what he had done.

\n\t“It is my cock, not yours.”\nBlaine said. “It disobeyed me. Therefore it must be punished. You\nmay arouse yourself. I need an erect cock for this. Know that this\nwill be the least punishment you will suffer, and that if you disobey\nme again, any further punishments will be much harsher.”

\n\tSlave wanked until his cock\nwas rock hard.

\n\t“Now, I want you to hold\nthe side of your glans with your fingers, and pull on it, to open\nyour urethra as wide as you can. You are to get six of the best. You\nmust count out each stroke. If you do not count it out it will be\nrepeated.”

\n\tFeeling very nervous Slave\ndid as instructed, getting his pisshole to flare. Blain held the\nlittle stick with one hand, bending it back with the other. Her eyes\nshone with arousal. She positioned the stick carefully. Then she let\ngo of the end. The wooden stick sprang forward, to impact with\nSlave’s pisshole, whipping onto the very end of the glans. Slave\nscreamed in pain, and moved back, holding his cock. He felt as though\nhis glans had been cut open. But there was no blood. Only pain. \n

\n\t“You didn’t count.”\nBlaine said. “We will have to start all over again. Resume the\nposition.”

\n\tSlave did as he had been\ntold, presenting his cock for punishment. Blaine bent the flexible\nstick backwards again.

\n\tWhhhih.

\n\t“Aaaah! One.” Slave still\nmoved away, but that was acceptable, as he had at least counted out\nthe stroke. And he did not need to be told to get back in the correct\nposition.

\n\tWhhhih.

\n\t“Aaaah! Two.” He screamed\nso prettily, Blaine thought. It was so sexy when Slave was in pain.\nShe managed not to giggle. But she was really enjoying hurting his\ncock.

\n\tWhhhih.

\n\t“Aaaah! Three. Fuck, fuck,\nfuck.”

\n\t“No swearing, slave.”

\n\t“Sorry, Mistress.”

\n\tWhhhih.

\n\t“Aaaah! Four.” Yes, he\nreally was wonderful when he was in pain. His cock and balls were\ngoing to be in pain a lot.

\n\tWhhhih.

\n\t“Aaaah! Five.”

\n\t“Just one more, Slave.”\nBlaine said. She pulled back the flexible piece of wood even further,\nand waited, before releasing it, letting Slave fear the impending\npain.

\n\tWhhhih.

\n\t“Aaaah! Six.”

\n\t“There, all done.” Blaine\nsaid. Slave’s piss slit looked very red. It was bound to be in a\nlot of pain. But it was not bleeding. It would recover, although\nSlave would remember the pain for a lot longer than it had lasted. \n

\n\t“Thank you, Mistress.” \n

\n\t“Who owns that cock?”

\n\t“You do Mistress.”

\n\t“So will you masturbate\nwithout permission?”

\n\t“No, Mistress; never,\nMistress.” There was genuine fear in his voice. He was learning.

\n\t“Good. I will bring you\nbreakfast in a bit. But you did break a rule so, tonight, you will\nhave to sleep in the cage, I’m afraid, as you will any day when you\nbreak the rules. A little later I will show you exactly how to adore\nyour Mistress with your tongue. I suggest that you begin working on\nyour mantra of how you worship your Mistress. Tomorrow morning I will\njudge whether it is acceptable or not.”

\n\tBlaine left Slave to his own\ndevices. She was confident that he would not touch his cock.

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\nAfter breakfast Blaine began\nSlave’s training as a pussy-licker. This took place in one of the\nother subterranean rooms. The room had a large, circular bed, on\nwhich Slave could be chained in position, for when Blaine wanted to\nfuck Slave’s cock; a metal framework over which Slave could be\nbound when Blaine wanted to fuck Slave up the ass with a strap-on;\nand a queening chair, although Blaine intended that it serve other\npurposes, when Slave was further into his training.

\n\tBlaine handcuffed Slave’s\nhands behind his back. She helped him lie down, his head supported\njust below the seat of the throne. The seat was partially hollow. If\nBlaine sat down on the seat her pussy would be at the perfect\ndistance to be tongued by Slave. If she shifted forward in the seat\nshe could present her anus for adoration. But analingus was not yet\non the menu for slave. For the moment Blaine wanted Slave to master\ncunnilingus. It was not just about sticking a tongue in between a\npair of labia and wiggling it about. \n

\n\tBlaine taught Slave\neverything she knew: how to explore all of the creases of a pussy;\nhow to not go diving in; how and when to either swirl a tongue\naround, or flick it over, a clitoris; which areas were the most\nsensitive; and so on. Within minutes of beginning his adoration of\nhis Mistress’s pussy Slave had a raging hard on. It pleased Blaine\nto see it. But she did nothing with it, until Slave had given her at\nleast three orgasms. \n

\n\tIn a gap between orgasms,\nwhen Blaine gave Slave a rare breather, she spoke to the face between\nher thighs. \n

\n\t“I think that we need a new\nrule, Slave.” she gasped, looking down at the face stained with her\npussy juice. “Since you are only a Slave in training you are to\ngive me at least three orgasms before you are even considered for an\norgasm of your own. That is fair, isn’t it, Slave?”

\n\t“Yes, Mistress.” Slave\nsaid, submissively. He felt that he had found his new station in\nlife, his face between Blaine’s thighs, bringing her to orgasm\nafter orgasm. Why would he want anything else.

\n\t“In future, when you are\ntrained, the number will slowly increase; and you will never get to\ncum more than once per day, no matter what. But you have given me\nthree. Would you like to cum, slave?”

\n\t“Yes please, Mistress.”

\n\tBlaine gave Slave the best\nhandjob of his life. She had brought a plastic cup with her. She\ncaressed the length of his hard cock, no worse for wear, really, for\nthe whipping of his piss hole. Soon Slave was spurting a LOT of cum\ninto the plastic cup. Blaine made sure that she caught it all in the\ncup. She loved to see men cum, the hot white sperm bursting out of\nthe piss slit. \n

\n\tShe got up off her throne.\nHer eyes were bright. \n

\n\t“Open your mouth.” she\ncommanded. Slave opened his mouth wide, despite knowing what was\ncoming. Blaine dripped the spunk in Slave’s waiting mouth. Then she\nmade Slave lick the cup clean. Well, she had already turned him into\na cum-drinking Slave. He would be drinking down all of his cum for\nthe rest of his life. It was a good sign that he no longer found it\ndistasteful, considering some of the things which would be going in\nhis mouth in future. \n

\n\tSlave was to spend the rest\nof the day pleasuring Blaine.

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\nThat night, instead of being\nallowed to sleep on his comfortable bed, Slave was taken into the\ndungeon, to spend the night in the dog cage. It was the first time\nthat Slave had seen the dungeon. His eyes widened as he saw the rack,\nand the X-frame, and the other nasty pieces of equipment in the\nplace. This was a place of pain and misery, and Slave decided that he\nwanted to spend as little time as possible in the place.

\n\tThe floor was bare concrete,\nand the ambient temperature was set to be colder than the other\nrooms, so that the Slave would be aware of the chill temperature, but\nnot so cold as to do him any harm. He soon had goose pimples on his\nbody.

\n\tHe was led over to the\nstainless steel cage. It was set into the concrete, so that it could\nnot move around. Dull pebbles had been set into the concrete on the\nfloor of the cage, so that it would be uncomfortable for anybody\nkneeling in the cage – and the cage was so small that anybody in it\nwould have to kneel. \n

\n\tSlave had his hands\nhandcuffed behind his back. He then had to shuffle one his knees into\nthe cage. His head was pressed up against the front bars, while his\nbutt was pressing against the bars of the cage door when it was\nlocked. The cage was too small to move around in. \n

\n\t“The cage bars can be\nelectrified.” Blaine said. “So be thankful for small mercies.\nAlso, the next time you are in the cage, you will have a buttplug all\nnight.”

\n\tBlaine left Slave shivering\nin the chill air, his legs on the uncomfortable stones, bent over\nunable to change his position. She left the light on all night. Slave\ngot little in the way of sleep.

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\nDAY TWO

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\nThe next morning, when Blaine\nreleased Slave for his morning body shave and shower, Slave begged\nher never to put him in the cage again.

\n\t“You know the rules,\nSlave.” she said, firmly. “Behave and you can sleep on your bed.\nMisbehave and you will sleep in the cage. It is up to you where you\nsleep.”

\n\tSlave resolved to obey\nMistress Blaine in all things.

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\nAfter breakfast, Blaine asked\nSlave to recite the mantra which he was supposed to be working on. \n

\n\t“I’m sorry Mistress, I\nforgot.” Slave admitted.

\n\t“That counts as a failure,\nslave.” Blaine said. “You have two more attempts to get it right.\nFail a third time and you will be punished. However, you will be\nallowed back onto your bed tonight – as long as you don’t\nmisbehave later in the day. However, since you did not complete your\ntask, you will not get to cum today, no matter how many orgasms you\ngive me. This is but a reminder. That is fair, slave, is it not?”

\n\t“Yes, Mistress, it is\nfair.”

\n\t“Now, I said that you are\nto get daily strappings. This is not a punishment, and is because it\nturns me on to redden your ass. You want me to be turned on, don’t\nyou?”

\n\t“Yes, Mistress.” Slave\nsighed. \n

\n\tHe was taken to the Queening\nchamber, and strapped to the metal frame in there. The frame\npresented his ass perfectly for fucking – or for punishment.\nMistress Blaine chose one of her lightest straps, a wide strap of\nsoft leather. The crack of the leather hitting Slave’s backside was\nfar more impressive than its impact. Mistress Blaine kept going until\nSlave’s buttocks were a nice pink hue. She did not bother counting\nthe strokes. This was not a punishment. And it did turn on Mistress\nBlaine. She was a natural sadist. She liked hurting Slave. Ah, but if\nhe could just have seen inside her head, then he would have shrieked\nin terror, at some of the things Blaine had planned for him, in the\nfullness of time.

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\nApart from food Slave spent\nthe rest of the day under the queening chair, bringing Blaine to\norgasm after orgasm. While he brought her pleasure Blaine teased his\ncock and balls mercilessly, bringing him to the edge of orgasm more\nthan a dozen times, but never letting him cum. By the time Slave was\nallowed to retire for the night he was exhausted. \n

\n\tHe had time to do the first\ndraft of his mantra of adoration of his Mistress before the light\nwent out. Slave curled up on the bed and went to sleep.

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\nDAY THREE

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\n\tMistress entered the room,\nwearing jeans and tee shirt, but still exuding an aura of dominance. \n

\n\t“Read out your mantra of\nsubmission.” Mistress said. Slave scurried over to his bedside\ntable and grabbed the piece of paper on which he had been working the\nprevious evening. He returned to a position kneeling, facing the\nposter.

\n\t“I adore Mistress Blaine.\nShe is a Goddess to me…” he began. But Mistress Blaine was not\npleased. She ran over to him and grabbed the piece of paper from him.

\n\t“YOU ARE NOT I!” she\nshouted at him. “YOU ARE NOT ME! You will only refer to yourself as\nSlave, in the third person. You are an object, not a person. You have\nfailed. Start again!”

\n\tBlaine tore up the paper,\nletting the fragments fall on the kneeling Slave.

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\nSlave spent the morning giving\ncunnilingus to Mistress Blaine. As he had failed he was not allowed\nto cum, and once again Blaine had great fun in teasing his cock,\nedging him over and over again. The fact that he gave her at least\nthree orgasms did not matter. He would have to wait at least another\nday for release.

\n\tIn the afternoon Blaine sat\nin a slightly different position in the chair, and began to teach\nSlave the beauty of worshipping his Mistress’s asshole. He spent\nthe rest of the day giving her analingus, something which she clearly\nenjoyed. He was instructed how to rim her, and how to bury his tongue\ndeep in her anal ring, savouring her musky interior. Tonguing her\nanus turned him on even more, if that was possible, than giving\ncunnilingus, and Mistress Blaine dared not touch his cock, less he\nexplode in orgasm. By the end of the day Mistress Blaine was\nsatisfied with his analingus skills.

\n\tOnce he was free, in his\nroom, Slave hurriedly rewrote the mantra, wanting to be allowed to\ncum the next day – and not wanting to be put in that cage for a\nnight. It had been too uncomfortable. You couldn’t sleep when your\nknees were pressing into hard stones.

\n\tIt was still not perfect when\nthe light went out, plunging him into utter darkness.

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\nDAY FOUR

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\nSlave woke. Slave had a\nshower, went to the loo, and made sure that there were no hairs on\nhis body. Slave sat in front of the poster of his Mistress and\nstroked his cock in worship, being careful not to cum. He was already\nin a routine, and he was only beginning his fourth full day of\nslavery. He had a lifetime of enslavement ahead of him.

\n\tAfter breakfast Mistress\nBlaine had slave read out his mantra.

\n\t“Slave worships his\nGoddess. Slave wants to please his goddess, and will do anything to\nplease her. Goddess is never wrong. Slave will suffer to please\nGoddess. Slave never wants to be released. Slave begs his Mistress to\ndo anything that arouses her, no matter how much it hurts the\nunworthy Slave.”

\n\t“That is much better, but\nit is not yet there.” Blaine said. “You need to be more\nsubservient. What if I decide to turn you into a toilet? What if I\nwant to beat your balls? You need more details of the things which\nyou desire to suffer in order to please me. Do it again.”

\n\tSlave groaned. He had failed\na third time. That meant that he would not be allowed to cum that\nday. It meant that he would be punished. It meant that he would have\nto sleep in the cage that night. But he did not complain.

\n\tIt did not occur to Slave\nthat Blaine had decided to fail him, no matter what he had written.\nAll that he could think about was another painful night in the cage.

\n\tThat was not yet, though. For\nnow his training continued. Blaine had decided that he was good\nenough at analingus. She wanted to fuck him. \n

\n\tHe was taken into the\nQueening Room, but he was strapped into the metal frame, rather than\nplaced under the chair. Blaine started with the soft leather strap\nfirst, though, giving Slave his daily beating. She carried on until\nhis buttocks were a nice pink colour, and Slave was moaning due to\nthe pain. But there was part of him which clearly enjoyed it, as his\ncock was hugely erect. \n

\n\tBlaine did not untie Slave.\nInstead she strapped on a seven inch long hard rubber strap on around\nher waist. She walked in front of Slave so that he could see what was\nabout to penetrate his ass. He groaned.

\n\t“Oh, don’t be a baby,\nSlave.” Blaine said. “This is the smallest strap-on I own. The\nbiggest I’ve got is twice as long as this. And you will take it\nall, eventually, as we open up your ass. You will eventually take\nevery inch of the biggest strap-on, and you will like it.”

\n\tBlaine began fucking Slave’s\nass with her seven inch strap on. The thing about a strap-on was that\nit never cums, it never goes soft. You can keep on fucking the fuckee\nfor as long as a Mistress desires. \n

\n\tSlave, though, did cum. He\ngroaned and spurted white cum all over the floor beneath the metal\nframe.

\n\t“YOU HAVE CUM WITHOUT\nPERMISSION!” Blaine shouted, summoning enough fake anger to sound\nvery angry. Secretly she was pleased that Slave had cum from having\nhis asshole reamed out. It showed that being fucked up the ass turned\nhim on – and it gave Mistress another excuse to punish him. \n

\n\t“Sorry, Mistress, I\ncouldn’t help it.” Slave moaned.

\n\tBlaine released him from the\nframe.

\n\t“GET UNDER THERE AND LICK\nUP YOUR SCUM!” she shouted. Slave did exactly that. He got on all\nfours and licked up every bit of his own cum. Mistress felt he was\nquickly becoming very submissive, a true slave. It all boded well for\nthe future. \n

\n\tWhen Slave had finished he\nstood up. The humiliation of licking up his own cum meant that his\ncock was hardening again. \n

\n\t“You have disobeyed me\nagain, Slave.” Mistress Blaine said, coldly. “What happens to\nslaves who break the rules?”

\n\t“They get punished.”\nSlave said.

\n\t“And what part of your\nanatomy disobeyed me?” Mistress asked.

\n\t“My cock – I mean, your\ncock, Mistress.”

\n\t“So what part of the male\nanatomy should be punished?”

\n\t“The cock, Mistress.”

\n\tMistress Blaine fetched a\nriding crop this time. It had a nasty little leather tassel at the\nend. She swished it through the air, making Slave jump. But it did\nnot affect Slave’s arousal. His cock was now rock hard again, as\nthough welcoming punishment. \n

\n\t“As half a dozen did not\nimpress on you the need not to cum without permission, I think that\nwe will try a dozen this time.” Mistress Blaine said, giving\nanother practice swing through the air. “You are to present your\ncock level, for punishment. You may hold the base of your cock for\nthis. You are to count out the strokes. If you do not count out a\nstroke it does not count. And you are to thank me afterwards.”

\n\tSlave, looking nervous, bent\nhis hard cock a little so that it was perfectly horizontal. \n

\n\tSwish!

\n\tBlaine hit the cock on the\nshaft, near the base, not far from Slave’s fingers.

\n\t“Aaaargh! One… Thank you,\nMistress.” Slave jumped in pain, but did not break his position.\nNor did his cock begin to droop. Slave was clearly a masochist as\nwell as a natural submissive.

\n\tBlaine waited, to let Slave\nfeel the pain, and get ready for the next stroke. A deep red mark\nbegan to appear upon the whipped cock.

\n\tSwish!

\n\tBlaine hit the cock again, a\nlittle further down the shaft, not quite overlapping the first mark \n

\n\t“Aaaargh! Two… Thank you,\nMistress.” Slave struggled to contain the pain, as another red mark\nappeared on the cock. He would not have believed anybody if they had\ntold him that Blaine was holding back and not quite using her full\nstrength.

\n\tSwish!

\n\t“Aaaargh!\nThree… Thank you, Mistress.” Three became four became five, all\nof the way up to eleven. By then Slave’s cock was striped with deep\nred and purple marks all of the way from Slave’s fingers, to just\nbehind his frenum. But his big, purple glans had not yet been hit. \n

\n\tSlave looked very nervous,\nand in a great deal of pain. But his cock was still rigid – and\nSlave still held it level. \n

\n\tBlaine gave a few more\npractice swishes of the riding crop, making Slave jump. Then Blaine\nbrought the end of the riding crop down with all of the strength in\nher arm, right on Slave’s swollen glans.

\n\t“AAAARGH!” Slave\nscreamed, as he fell to the floor, curling up in a ball, his hands on\nhis wounded glans.

\n\t“You didn’t count it\nout.” Mistress pointed out. With a great act of will Slave got to\nhis feet, and presented his cock again, for punishment. The end of\nthe glans was already discolouring. But it was not bleeding. It would\nbe very sore, though, for quite some time. Slave braced himself, now\nfully cognisant of the agony to come.

\n\tSwish!\nAnother full strength blow.

\n\t“AAARGH! Twelve… Thank\nyou, Mistress.” He did not curl up into a ball. But he was clearly\nin agony. \n

\n\tBlaine was really turned on.\nHer sadistic impulses were growing, with each passing day, with each\ncruel whip stroke. She had to have Slave’s bruised cock inside her,\nnot just because she really needed to cum, but because she knew that\nfucking her with this whipped cock would be exquisite pain-pleasure\nfor Slave.

\n\tShe chained him spread over\nthe bed, and rode his cock until she came. Then she left him chained\nover the bed for the rest of the day, only releasing him for his\nmeals, and to attempt to write out an improved mantra of how much he\nadored his cruel Mistress.

\n\tAt ten o’ clock he was put\nin the dog cage for the night. Mistress did not yet electrify the\ncage. But she did introduce a six inch long buttplug to his arse, one\nwhich he would have to wear all night. She left Slave shivering in\nhis cave, and turned out the light.

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\nEnd of Part One.

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