Chapter 3

I leave you for the rest of the day and night to contemplate your life and the punishment waiting for you. Deciding to do things properly or how I imagine a Mistress would do them anyway I rummage around in the chest of drawers in my bedroom and dig out a black lace basque and a matching g string. Putting it on and slipping black silk stockings over my legs makes me feel incredibly sexy, but staring at myself in the mirror I realise that it doesn't quite achieve the effect I am looking for. Getting down on my knees to reach for a suitcase under the bed I'm unaware of the reflection of my exposed pussy and naked arse in the mirror. If I was I probably would have forgotten what I was supposed to be doing and would have ended up masturbating while watching myself in the mirror.

Pulling the suitcase out from under the bed I open it and lift out a pair of boots, black leather knee high boots laced all the way up the front. Perfect. The toes of the boots are pointed and the heels 5” high. I can't wait to walk over your naked prone body while wearing them.

As I slowly pull them on I can feel the change within me. Immediately I feel more confident, not only as a woman but as a slave owner. Looking in the mirror again the woman I see before me is somehow different. I feel powerful and in control. Still angry with myself for being so stupid as to treat you like a man and a lover you are going to pay for my mistake. Standing tall with shoulders back I make my way to your ‘bedroom'.

Hearing the click of the door unlocking you start trembling with fear. Unable to sleep properly you are exhausted. You wonder how much pain you will be able to take because you already feel weak through lack of sleep, food and drink. Standing in the doorway of your ‘bedroom' I just watch you for a few minutes, taking perverse pleasure in your obvious terror.

Walking slowly, stiletto heels tapping loudly on the stone floor, I approach the cage and stop in front of it. Seeing what I am wearing you know that I mean business. Today is not going to be pleasant. But although the sight of me fills you with fear you can't help being aroused by the outfit. Your dick becomes hard, even though you don't want it to. When I notice I start laughing. ‘You're pathetic bitch; you're like a fucking dog on heat. One sniff of a cunt and you want to shag it. Well I will have to knock that out of you. You are only allowed to have an erection when I say so. Now get out of the fucking cage!'

You feel deeply ashamed that you can be aroused by a woman who intends to hurt you and equally humiliated at my harsh words and the accompanying laughter. Luckily for you the humiliation makes your dick quickly deflate. If it had stayed hard you know I would have whipped it. Of all the things I might do to you your biggest fear is that I will permanently damage your genitals. Like all men your life is ruled by your dick and the thought of it being subject to torture is terrifying. If your dick became useless, what would be the point of living? Reluctantly you crawl out of the cage remaining on your hands and knees in front of me not daring to look up at my face.

‘Now prostrate yourself on the floor and show me some respect you piece of shit'.

You are not sure what I mean because you do not understand the word ‘prostrate' so I help you understand by kicking your hands away from the floor so that you collapse onto you belly. Then I tell you to spread your arms and legs as wide as you can, well as wide as the chains on your wrists and ankles will allow anyway.

‘That, you lowlife is how you will greet me from now on every morning when I come to your bedroom. Do you understand?'

Meekly you reply ‘Yes Mistress I understand'.

‘Good now lick my boots and then we will start your punishment'.

You do so for the next fifteen minutes, until I am satisfied.

‘Okay, that's enough, now don't you dare move an inch dog, because if you do you will wish you were dead.'

Then stepping onto your back I walk slowly down the length of it and over your butt. The heels of my boots dig into your flesh making you whimper with pain but you dare not move, because if I fall off you know that your life will not be worth living.

When I have finished tormenting your flesh I step off your back and crouch down to gaze at the pretty pattern of red marks left on your skin. Casually stroking them and noticing the automatic clenching of your buttocks at my touch I laugh and smack your butt hard before telling you to get up and lie down on your back on the table. You are reluctant to do so because you can guess what will happen and once you are tied down you will not be able to stop me doing what I like to you. Gingerly raising yourself to your knees you beg me to give you another chance.

‘Please Tracey I swear that I will serve you the best that I can and I will never give you reason to be displeased with me. I have learnt my lesson and I will do anything for you. I will be the perfect slave for you…………'

‘Shut up you piece of shit. First of all you do not call me by my name. You are not my equal. You are not even a man anymore. You are my property. You will address me correctly at all times or suffer the consequences. If you piss me off too much I may have your tongue cut out. Second, you agreed to receive your punishment rather than be sent to the slave market. So stop whining, you have made your choice. If you were the perfect slave you wouldn't be begging me either, you would already be lying on the table as ordered. Now fucking get on it before I lose my temper!'

Not daring to reply, slowly you crawl on hands and knees to the table, sensing that if you dare stand up and walk like a man you will be whipped back to your knees. Lying back on the table you raise your arms above your head. You know what is expected of you and hope that this sign of obedience will pacify me. You lay there passively whilst first your legs are freed from the manacles then strapped wide apart to the table tightly with thick leather straps, followed swiftly by both arms.

Bull dog clips are the first thing to adorn your body; placed on your nipples they are much more painful than clothes pins. Your face screws up in pain as the first clip bites your nipple, the second makes you cry out.

‘Oh God! Please, please take them off, I beg you!'

Smiling at you and completely ignoring your pleas I reply ‘Do you know I think it's amazing the different uses you can find for general office equipment! I wonder what else I can use'.

Rummaging around in the ‘implements' cupboard I take out a ball of string. Still in pain but desperate to see what I am doing you lift your head up from the table and warily watch me to see what item of torture is next. You are puzzled when I return to the table with the ball of string. You have no idea how it can be used to torture you but you know from the expression on my face that whatever it is you are not going to like it. Its use soon becomes apparent when I take your dick in one hand and tie the end of the string off round the head of your cock. Terrified that I am going to deliberately cut off the circulation to your manhood you struggle against your bonds trying desperately to break free. This isn't punishment, this is torture!

Knowing that you aren't going anywhere but needing to stop you thrashing about I place another wide leather strap over your stomach and strap it tightly down to the table. Two further straps hold your thighs still. Gripping your dick firmly again I continue winding the string tightly around it until it is completely covered, before continuing onwards to your balls. When I have finished the whole of your genitals are bound firmly but not tight enough to cut off the circulation. I know that much at least about bondage. You're no use to me as a eunuch. I am curious to know how painful it will be for you though when you become aroused, and I intend to find out.

Leaning over you so that tendrils of my hair brush your face I look into your eyes and say ‘Hmm slave, you look quite inviting lying there. I think I might have to take advantage of you before I start your punishment. If you satisfy me who knows it may lighten my mood and I may not punish you as harshly as I might if I remain in a bad mood. So what do you say slave, do you want to try and lessen your punishment and satisfy your Mistress at the same time?'

Meeting my gaze you take your time in answering. You are not sure if it is a trick question. If you say yes will you be punished even more for trying to reduce the punishment you had already told me you would accept in order to remain with me, or am I making you a genuine offer? My expression is giving nothing away but knowing how cruel I can be on a whim you decide to answer from your heart, after all you have nothing to lose.

‘I ask nothing of you Ma'am. As you have pointed out to me I am nothing, no longer a man, just your property. I am here solely for your pleasure and whatever else you want from me. I have no right to ask for lesser punishment. Whatever punishment you choose to inflict on me I will suffer because I have no choice. Any choices I had in my life were taken away from me the day I was kidnapped and sold into slavery, so please Ma'am do what you will with me, I no longer care'.

Taken aback by your reply I'm not sure how to respond. You have an uncanny knack of making me feel guilty. Maybe I should have gagged you at the start then I could have just got on with it without thinking about the morals of what I am doing. But when I consider the amount of money you cost me and the fact that I nearly lost all that money and my prized possession I realise that I have to continue with your punishment. You do need to be taught your place and if I don't do it now then I will never have total control over you.

‘Well slave, I didn't realise you could speak so eloquently in English. You almost made me feel sorry for you just then, but you are right of course; you have no choice in what happens to you. You have no idea how hideous the normal punishment meted out to slaves who try to escape is. I should really hand you over to the Police but I haven't because you did return and I wanted to spare you the horrors of that because I am a kind Mistress. But your crime cannot go unpunished. That is why you were given the choice, accept your punishment from me or return to the slave market. I have just given you a further opportunity to reduce your punishment but you have failed to take it. So I will continue as planned. However, first you will pleasure me and you had better do your best or else'.

Climbing onto the table I sit astride your stomach and give the bull dog clips a tweak. For a while I watch your face because it amuses me to see you biting your lip to try and stop yourself from crying at the renewed pain. Then I lean over and lick the perspiration from your face and kiss you gently on the mouth. At that moment hating me for making you feel so worthless you refuse to respond, but the flowery fragrance of my perfume and the touch of my long soft blonde hair brushing your skin turn you on and despite your resolve to remain unresponsive to me your body betrays your mind and you tentatively return my kiss. While I am kissing you I gently run my nails up and down your arms and across your chest, curling your chest hair round my fingers, and leaving a trail of goosebumps on your flesh where my nails have been.

When I know that I have gained your interest I change positions to sit backwards over your face. My pussy is just out of reach but you can see how wet I am and you can smell my womanliness. Ordering you to not touch me I lower myself closer to your mouth. As I lean over I lick the sweat from your body and gently tug the hairs between your navel and your genitals with my teeth. Then slowly I trail my tongue across your skin towards your dick. By now animal instinct has taken over and you are really excited, your dick is desperate to swell but the string binding it won't allow it to. Me licking, biting and sucking your thighs and around your groin arouses you even more. What started as an ache in your balls is now becoming an excruciating pain in your dick. You try desperately to think of the awful things that I have done to you so far so that your desire will disappear, but it is useless because my pussy is so close to your face, sometimes just touching your lips, and the things I am doing with my mouth near your dick are driving you mad. Your arms and legs are straining at the straps as you writhe around on the table. The torment that I am putting you through is unbearable. It is impossible for you to try and pretend in your mind that you are elsewhere so that you will not be turned on.

Just as you think you can take the agony no more I suddenly stop teasing you and lean back to sit on your face. You cannot breathe and start struggling which makes me laugh and push my pussy harder into your face until you cannot move your head at all. While I am sitting there, to amuse myself, I remove the bull dog clips from your nipples one at a time and start putting them elsewhere on your skin. Each time they pinch different parts of your skin your body jumps as the pain hits you. Your screams as the blood rushes back to your nipples and the clips bite your flesh all over are silent, my pussy effectively blocking any noise from you.

At the same time your lungs feel as if they are going to explode through lack of oxygen. Your heart pounds painfully in your chest as panic sets in. But just as you are about to lose consciousness I lift my pussy off your face. You start to cough and desperately try to suck in air, your chest heaving with the effort of trying to get enough air into your lungs.

‘Oh, my poor little dog, I think you need a drink to help you stop coughing'.

Then before you have a chance to react or recover fully I piss straight into your mouth. I am not very good at aiming so your face is also covered in piss leaving it soaking wet. When I have finished I climb off the table, laughing.

‘Did you enjoy your drink dog?'

The expression on your face tells me you are terrified and did not enjoy it one bit but the expression on my face tells you that there is only one answer.

Bewildered by my casual cruelty and terrified of what else I might do to you, you decide to try a different approach, hoping that your earlier outburst has not ruined any chance you had of surviving this torture. Still coughing and spluttering you manage to reply ‘I am here to serve you Meesteres. I will drink whatever you choose to give me with pleasure'.

This makes me laugh even more because I know exactly what is going through your mind and I am not fooled for a minute. You can pretend as much as you like but I know that you are nowhere near broken.

Releasing the straps binding your stomach and hands from the table I pull you by the hair into a sitting position, so that I can secure your hands again behind your back. Then I release your legs and attach a leash to your collar before pulling you over to the stocks in the corner of the room. No instruction is needed you know what to do. Cautiously you rest your neck on the bottom piece of wood while I close and padlock the stocks so that your neck is held firmly. Then I release your hands leaving them free. Immediately you place them on the stocks to try and support some of your body weight to ease the pressure on your throat. Next I force your legs wide apart with a leg separator and bind your ankles to each end.

Without warning a squirt of cold gel hits your arsehole followed by my hand rubbing the gel in and around your hole. Your arse tightens instinctively as you realise what is about to happen. You are terrified but unable to move. You've never believed in God but at that moment you start praying silently, hoping against hope that I am not really going to rape you. Of all the things I could do to you; the pain and torture this is the one thing you cannot cope with. To be forced to have sex is one thing but to be raped in such a humiliating way is devastating.

When I am done lubricating your anus I move to stand in front of you holding a large vibrator in my hand. Turning it on and placing the tip of it against your lips you know what you have to do. Forcing back the tears you open your mouth and accept the vibrator into it. Clumsily you start sucking on it, gagging each time it is forced towards the back of your throat.

‘Well I can see that you haven't done that before. You'd make a shit whore. No guy would pay you for a blow job that bad ! I would have thought that you would be a natural at giving head. You look like a cock sucker. Oh well, I guess appearances can be deceptive. I'll just have to make sure you get plenty more practice'.

Stung by the harsh words and the humiliation of being called a cock sucker your face turns red and the tears start falling freely.

Completely ignoring your distress I stand really close to you and lift your head back slightly by the hair so that you have a good view of what I am going to do next.

‘You had better keep your head held high cock sucker. I want you to enjoy the show'.

Parting my pussy lips with one hand I insert the lubricated vibrator into my cunt . Slowly I push it in and out, at the same time fingering my clit. My breathing rapidly becomes heavier and quicker as the vibrator turns me on. Faster and faster I thrust it into me until a waterfall of cum pours from me as I orgasm again and again.

I feel quite shaky afterwards but manage to smile and say ‘you see slave how pleasurable a vibrator is. Because I am such a kind Mistress I am going to allow you to share that pleasure with me. I know that you are a virgin so I will be gentle with you for your first time. But once you have been arse fucked by me, I own you completely, and your masculinity is lost'.

Then I walk behind you and put the vibrator, still covered in my juices, against the opening of your arsehole, which straight away tightens again.

‘Don't tighten yourself Roy; it will only make it more painful for you. Just relax; you can't stop it happening so you may as well make it as easy as possible on yourself'.

You wonder how the hell you are supposed to relax when you are about to have a dildo forced into your arse! Taking a few deep breaths knowing that you can't stop the inevitable you try your best to loosen your muscles but as soon as the tip of the vibrator penetrates you your muscles tighten again. You think about begging me to stop, but know in your heart that you will be wasting your time; I have made it quite clear I intend to own you body and soul. All you have left is your pride so remaining silent you bite your lip and hope that it is over quickly.

Very slowly, I push the dildo in and out, each time pushing it a bit further into your arse. You are sweating at the pain but are determined not to scream. Eventually I am able to push the dildo all the way in, which pleases me. Once it is in, I thrust it in and out as I did to myself, faster and faster. Although it is agony for you, the rhythm of it going in and out starts turning you on. You are horrified that your body can betray you in such a way. You are being raped in the arse and your body is enjoying it!! The pressure builds in your dick as it tries to grow inside its prison. Soon the burning in your anus is joined by the excruciating pain in your tightly bound dick.

Arse fucking you has also unexpectedly turned me on. What I consider to be gay stuff does absolutely nothing for me at all. Raping you was not intended to be a sexual experience for me, merely a way to assert my dominance over you. But not one to pass up the opportunity to cum again I use my free hand to rub my clit as the other abuses you. After a few more minutes of hell for you I can feel an orgasm building in me again and just as I cum I force the vibrator hard into your arse, making you cry out with pain.

The tears continue falling as you sob quietly to yourself. You have finally sunk to the lowest level of degradation. You realise that this was not about punishing you; this was about breaking your spirit. It looks as if I achieved my aim.

‘Well that was good. Don't you agree?'

You reply with a whispered ‘Yes Ma'am. I am glad that my body has given you pleasure. Thank you'.

Just then I hear the telephone ringing. Shit. ‘That is a pity bitch, I was enjoying that, but that is probably one of my friends ringing for a chat, and you know how I talk for hours on the phone. I will come back later to release you. Be good, and don't go anywhere without me will you!' I laugh again, because we both know you aren't going anywhere.

Unfortunately, I have forgotten to remove the string from your dick and balls and I have left the vibrator in your arse. I hope it isn't too uncomfortable for you while you wait for me to finish talking to my friend…………..

Chapter 4

As soon as you hear the cellar door click shut you break down sobbing uncontrollably. What did you do in your life that was so bad that God, if he exists, could abandon you to such a cruel fate?

Eventually the tears stop; you are too exhausted to cry any more. You are at a crossroads now; you can either accept your life as it is until all that is left of you is an empty shell, a robot without feelings or you can fight for your freedom. It might take time for you to build enough trust in me to allow you to serve me unfettered by chains but as soon as the opportunity arises you will take it. You were foolish not to take your chance when you had it, but you reason to yourself you were still in shock at what has happened to you and weren't thinking clearly, and okay, maybe a little you were thinking with your dick. But if you don't escape it is unlikely with the way things appear to be going that you will have a dick for much longer. There is nothing left of the nice girl you once met. You accepted that you would be punished for thinking of escaping but assumed that it would be a whipping and would be over quickly. You are devastated at the pleasure I appear to be getting from torturing and abusing you today. You have to escape.

Feeling stronger now that you have resolved to fight for your freedom at the first available opportunity you decide that the best tactics to use are to make me believe that you are completely broken and subservient. So although it is tempting to remove the throbbing vibrator from your arse with your hands that have been left free you resist the urge. To do so would only bring more punishment down upon you and would incur my anger again. You need to keep me happy so that I drop my guard; so gritting your teeth you leave it in place and just wait.

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Two hours pass before I return to the cellar. You are dripping with sweat and breathing heavily with the effort of trying to remain upright. The pain in your arse is now just a dull throb; the vibrator no longer pulsating inside your arse as the batteries have long since run out. In your weakened state you are finding it difficult to remain standing, but knowing that if your legs give way you will either break your neck or strangle yourself in the stocks.

So lost are you in your private hell that my voice startles you.

‘Oh dear slave, did I forget to remove the vibe? I hope you are grateful for the extra time I have given you of pleasure. I'm sure you will show your appreciation to me. But I hope there is no shit on it because I might want to use it myself later. You know that if there is, you will have to lick it clean for me. Now do you have anything to say to me?'

Wearily you raise your head as much as you can to look at me. Exhausted and unable to think straight you are puzzled by my question and do not know what the expected answer is. Perhaps you are supposed to beg me to remove the vibrator and release you.

‘Please Meesteres I have been punished enough. Please release me and allow me to serve you as a true slaaf should'.

I look at you and shake my head ‘you still haven't learnt have you? The only time you beg for anything is when you beg to be punished for not being a good slave. You are supposed to say “Thank you Mistress for the pleasure you have allowed me. But I have yet to receive my final punishment from you. I would be grateful if you could continue punishing me.” Do you understand slave?'

Wondering how you will possibly endure any more torture but knowing there is nothing you can do to stop it there is only one answer you can give ‘Yes Meesteres I understand and I apologise for not answering correctly. Please continue to punish me as you see fit.'

‘So my little Dutch pet what do you think should be a fitting final punishment for you today, considering that you have committed the biggest crime a slave can commit, by trying to escape from your owner?'

‘I am so sorry Meesteres I know that it was wrong to leave when you placed your trust in me, but I hope that you will give consideration when you decide your final punishment that I came back to you, because I know my place is to be with you and to serve you for the rest of my life. I will never try to escape again.'

‘That wasn't the question Dutch boy. Now answer the question that I asked!'

Quietly you reply ‘I deserve to be whipped Meesteres'.

‘Well if that is the punishment you think you deserve that is the punishment I will give you. But I think that as it was your feet that helped you escape, it is your feet that should take the punishment. But first I want my vibrator back. I had better warn you that when I remove it, because you were an arse virgin you will find that you will have the automatic reaction to want to shit yourself. If you do and it lands on my floor you will eat it, do I make myself understood?'

‘Yes Meesteres I understand'.

As I reach behind you and grab the vibrator you squeeze your arse muscles together desperately hoping that you will not shit yourself. You know that you would never be able to eat it even if I tried to force you. The thought of doing so makes you feel really sick. As you prepare yourself you can not help but think of the days when you were in the Navy, free to do what you wanted and free to be a man, not a woman's property and plaything, to be used and abused. How could your life have changed so quickly? The thought of freedom and your old life makes you want to cry all over again and the tears start running down your face again. I notice them and ask you why you are crying, when you know that you have brought this punishment on yourself by being disobedient. You dare not confess the real reason why you are crying incase I laugh at you, because that will make you feel worse, so instead you tell me it is because you are so ashamed at having let your Meesteres down. You want to serve me the best that you can, and you are ashamed that I have been disappointed with you.

As I look at your tear stained face the remaining anger I had disappears. I think the punishment already meted out to you is enough. Raping you has almost destroyed you. Nothing will be gained by whipping your feet.

‘Hmmm slave, I am in a generous mood. If I give you another chance to serve me will you swear on your life that you will do exactly what I demand, without hesitation and without question?'

Surprised by my sudden compassion, you agree immediately to my demands. Anything to make the pain and humiliation stop.

‘Yes Meesteres I swear on my life, I have learnt my lesson. I promise I will not hesitate in anything you ask me to do'.

‘Ok I am prepared to suspend your final punishment and allow you to show me that you mean what you say, but one mistake and I will get rid of you'.

Then slowly and deliberately I pull the vibrator from your arse, making you grunt with discomfort. Your anal muscles start contracting and you immediately have a strong urge to push. You squeeze your muscles as tight as you can so that you do not shit yourself. After the humiliation of being arse fucked you want to try and retain some dignity. Soiling yourself would be mortifying, even more so if you were forced to eat it.

Next I release your legs and finally your head from the stocks. Your back is aching from being bent over for so long and you long to stretch out to relieve the pain but dare not. You also desperately need the toilet but know better than to ask me if you can go.

‘Now show me respect slave for being kind to you'.

Slowly and awkwardly you drop to your knees and kiss my boots, all the while squeezing your arse muscles together to keep from messing yourself.

‘That is not the respect I taught you. Prostrate yourself on the floor you stupid idiot! Are all Dutch men stupid or just you?'

Immediately you drop onto your stomach and spread your arms and legs as wide as you can. Now you can kiss my boots'. You do so eagerly, hoping that I will be pleased with your efforts.

‘Ok that will do slave, now go and use the toilet before you soil the floor'.

Gratefully you start crawling to the toilet in the corner of the room. Sitting on the toilet you let your muscles relax and your bowels open immediately making your arse sting, but you are relieved that you managed to get to the toilet in time. You could not imagine the complete degradation you would have felt at having to eat it from the floor. You also want to pee but are not sure how you can when your dick is completely bound. You know better than to ask me to remove the string, but knowing that you can not hold your bladder much longer, and this might be the only chance you have to use the toilet for a long time, you force your pee out. It covers the string making it soaking wet. You hope that when it dries it will not shrink and become tighter round your dick.

When you have finished you crawl back to me on your hands and knees and again prostrate yourself on the floor.

‘Hmm maybe you are learning after all. Now I need to piss, but I am not going to use a stinking toilet used by a slave. What do you suggest I do bitch?'

With a sinking heart you know what the answer is ‘Please Meesteres I would be honoured if you would use me as your toilet'.

Turning over to lie on your back you open your mouth waiting. I am amazed at this sudden transformation. Perhaps you won't need much more training after all.

‘Now remember slave if any piss drips on the floor you will clean it up with your tongue.'

As I stand with my feet either side of your head I gaze into your eyes and smile as I crouch down to squat over your face.

Feeling generous I say ‘Are you ready for me slave?'

‘Yes Ma'am I am……..'

Before the word ‘ready' is out of your mouth I let go with the first stream of hot golden fluid. It hits the back of your throat nearly choking you, but you manage to swallow it. It tastes salty and although the first time you drank my piss made you want to be sick, you are becoming used to the taste and perversely, you are becoming aroused but yet again the rope round your dick once again stops you becoming hard. The pain is almost unbearable as the blood rushes to your dick but cannot make it erect. Your face turns pink at the humiliation of being turned on by drinking another human being's bodily fluids. Your reaction to some of the things I have done to you worries you and you hope to God that you are not turning into a pervert. You don't have any more time to think about it though because I have stopped peeing and I require your attention.

Lifting your head off the ground slightly so that your tongue is in my pussy, you lick enthusiastically until I am dry. Even when your task is finished you do not stop. The scent and taste of my pussy is turning you on and you want more. Your tongue darts in and out of my pussy and teases my clitoris. Although I had not intended to allow you the honour of pleasuring me I am already excited and decide that you can lick me until I cum. It seems that both of us cannot get over the physical attraction that underpins our relationship. Yet again I am about to allow my desire to rule my head.

Being in control of you and knowing that you are mine to take whenever I want is incredibly erotic. Your apparent eagerness to please me sends a thrill through me. I want you to lick me to as many orgasms as possible. But I am not comfortable squatting for so long over your face so I stand up and walk over to your bed, lying down on the edge with my legs spread wide apart.

‘Come here dog and lick your Mistress'.

Eagerly you crawl over to the bed. You are hoping that if you do a good job I will unbind your dick and allow you to fuck me. When you reach the bed you put your head immediately between my legs and continue licking and sucking. My heart beats faster and my breathing becomes heavier as your tongue works its magic on my clitoris. Without being told to you even tease my anus with your tongue. Then without thinking you start to caress my stomach and legs with your hands then start working your way up my body with your tongue until you reach my breasts. You gently lift them out of the top of the corset so that they are exposed to you. My nipples are already hard because your tongue and gently caressing hands on my skin are making me excited. Goose bumps appear across my skin as you cup my breasts in your hands and squeeze them gently while your tongue circles my nipples.

You are pleased that you are giving me so much pleasure, and also pleased knowing that although I may own your body, you are in control when it comes to giving me that pleasure. Just before you kiss me on the lips you look into my eyes and ask ‘Am I pleasing you Tracey? Am I the best lover you have ever had?'

Hearing you say those words and calling me by my name brings me sharply back to reality. What the hell am I doing?? I am allowing my slave to do what he likes to my body! I have allowed my desire for you to take over my senses yet again! I am really angry with myself for dropping my guard. How on earth can I be so stupid? To put myself in this position twice in as many days! I don't deserve to own a slave. I certainly don't know how to own one! I thought it was only men who are ruled by their dicks but it looks as if I'm just as pathetic! Just as I feel the anger rising within me another terrible thought occurs to me. You are not manacled! All you are wearing is your slave collar. Shit!

As you lean over me you see the expression on my face change from lust to anger and then to fear. Just as I have realised the position I have allowed myself to be put in, you also realise the same thing. You are free from bondage and you are on top of me. There is nothing standing between you and freedom. You may be fairly weak from the appalling treatment you have received but you are still strong enough to overpower me.

We are both frozen in time, thinking different things about the situation. You never believed the opportunity to be free would come so quickly. But now that the opportunity has come you are in a dilemma. You haven't had time to plan things properly. The most obvious option is to tie me up or lock me in the cage and making your escape. However, this plan causes an immediate problem as you remember that I have told you there is a tracking device in your collar, so once I am free I can hunt you to the ends of the earth to capture you and bring you back. The second option is to reverse our roles. You can put me in bondage and become my Master, although you are not comfortable with this idea as you are not naturally dominant. You have never hurt a woman in your life, and the thought of hurting me to break my will as I have tried to do to you makes you feel uneasy. You want us to be equal but you know that will never happen. The third option is to do nothing and allow the pain and humiliation to continue for the rest of your life. When you returned to my bed you believed you could handle whatever I chose to do to you, but the reality of being brutally raped by a woman you thought you could grow to love has opened your eyes to the realities of being a slave. Although I am as much of a drug to you as you are to me you know that you will not survive a lifetime of brutality.

We both move at the same time. I have realised I must quickly take control and get you back in chains and you have decided that the second option is the only answer. I raise my knee to hit you in the bollocks but with you lying on top of me I can't put enough force behind it. It hurts but is not painful enough to throw you off balance. I hit you across the face, raking my nails down your cheek drawing blood. It stings and you automatically raise a hand to your face. I take the opportunity to push against your chest with all my strength, throwing you off me and on to the floor. For a moment you are stunned and don't react, but then adrenaline kicks in and you are ready to fight. You grab me by an ankle and pull me roughly onto the floor. I cry out as my head hits the floor and for a moment you hesitate because you don't want to hurt me. I quickly recover and launch myself at you hitting out wildly. But although you are weak from lack of food and the punishment I have put your body through, the adrenaline flowing through your body gives you the strength you need. You quickly force me to the ground and sit astride me pinning my arms above my head. We are both breathing heavily and the sight of my exposed breasts heaving excites you. Damn! The bloody string round your dick is hurting like mad; you are desperate to remove it but first you need to make sure I am secured so I can not hurt you again. You look around the room to see what suitable restraints there are that you can secure me to without moving me too far - you don't want to give me the chance to fight you again. In the middle of the floor there is a length of chain padlocked to a ring in the floor but no cuffs attached to it. Initially dismissing it as being no use you spot a padlock lying nearby, casually discarded by me previously. Holding my wrists together in one of your hands you drag me kicking and screaming along the floor to the chain and sit on me again.

‘Don't you fucking dare to chain me up you shit. You're the slave, not me. Now let me go before I make you regret it!'

‘Hmm I think I am not going to be the one to regret anything Meesteres, I mean Tracey. I think you will find that – how do you English say it? ‘The boot is on the other foot'. I am in charge now, and don't think I will forget the things you have done to my poor body. You obviously enjoy doing those things. So let's see how you enjoy having them done to you!'

‘You wouldn't dare! I have paid a lot of money for you and in the eyes of law of this country, you are my property! Now you had better remember that and get your fucking worthless body off me!'

You do not answer me this time but grab the chain with your free hand and wrap it tightly round my wrists, securing it with the padlock.

‘Ouch that fucking hurts, take it off now!'

‘You think that hurts Tracey? You must have a very low pain threshold. Real pain is what you put me through when you whipped me until I bled. Real pain is having a dildo forced up your kont (arse) and being buggered with it. Real pain is having your penis and balls bound with rope so tightly that it makes you want to scream when the blood rushes to it, and you can't have an erection. I hope for your sake, that you lose your arrogant attitude and become compliant to my demands very quickly, because if you think that the chain around your wrists is painful, you are in for a shock!'

‘You fucking hurt me you piece of shit and you're a dead man!'

‘Do you know Tracey; I am tired of hearing your foul mouth. You may look like a Goddess but you have a mouth like the inside of a toilet. It is filthy. Why do you swear so much? It is not very pleasant to hear that sort of language from a lady. Perhaps I should put your head down the toilet and flush water over you. Do you think that would clean the foul words from your mouth? After all you thought it was good enough to clean the shit from my mouth.'

I look at you in horror and realise just how much trouble I am in. I am now wishing I had been a bit kinder to you today. While my head is spinning with thoughts of all the horrible things you can do to me you continue speaking.

‘But I am not going to do that to you, because unlike you I am not sadistic. But I will not allow you to speak again until you can promise me that you will no longer swear, but first I must remove this rope, that you so cruelly bound round my penis. Perhaps I should make you remove it with your teeth, but then again you would probably take the opportunity to bite it hard.'

‘I wouldn't just bite your dick you bastard I would tear it off and then I would leave you to bleed to death on the floor.'

What the hell did I say that for? I can't seem to stop myself from either saying or doing cruel things. I know that I should be saying nice things to you to try and persuade you to free me but I am so mad I can't control my temper.

‘I am so disappointed to hear you say that Tracey. If you can't say anything nice you will not say anything at all'.

‘Oh yeah tough guy, if you think you can shut me up you are sadly mistaken!'

I quickly realise how wrong I am when you rip off my briefs and stuff them in my mouth. Knowing that I will spit them out and they are not enough to silence me you look around for something to keep me totally silent. Standing up you make your way to the ‘implements' cupboard. Rummaging around you find a leather strap and a pair of scissors. You also notice several other pieces of equipment which appear to be items of torture. You shudder as you realise that I would probably have used those things on you for punishment if you had been a slave any longer. Quickly shutting the cupboard door you return to my side. First you force the leather strap between my teeth and buckle it tightly at the back of my head. The look I give you is pure hatred but instead of being scared, which you would have been if you were the one in chains, you laugh and kiss my cheek. That makes me madder than ever. I am so angry I feel as if I will explode. You are sooooooo going to pay for this!

Next you carefully use the scissors to cut your genitals free from the bindings, feeling tremendous relief when they are free although they feel really sore and tender. You won't be using your penis for a while! Unfortunately because gazing at me lying helpless on the floor, still wearing the sexy outfit you quite fancy screwing me. But never mind, you think to yourself. It's not as if I am going anywhere!

The immediate problem is that you don't have a plan, and you don't really know what you are going to do with me. You are reluctant to enslave me, because if you break my spirit I will no longer be the exciting and strong woman that you started to fall in love with, but if you don't break my spirit you will never be able to let me go free, because as soon as I am you will be in deep shit again. You are so inexperienced at this sort of thing that you have no idea what to do next. You decide that the best thing to do will be to look on the internet to see if there are any sites which can give you any ideas on what to do, or maybe you will find a site that sells some sort of drug that you can give me to calm me down and make me a nicer person. You also need to find a way to remove your collar.

‘Okay Tracey, I am going to leave you now for a while, until you calm down and I have decided what to do with you.'

While you are talking you make the mistake of standing too close to me and I take the opportunity to kick out at you as hard as I can. I catch you on the shin with the heel of my boot, making you grunt in pain. You realise that you are going to have to be very careful because I will use any opportunity I get to inflict injury to you, or try to escape. Although I look really sexy lying there with my thigh high boots on, you do not want to feel the heel of those boots on your body again. That is twice now that I have inflicted pain on you with them. You bend down to try and take them off but I won't lie still; trying to kick you at every opportunity. Finally you give up and sit on my legs and then remove the boots. You smile to yourself as you take them off, remembering the number of times I have made you remove them with your teeth, but not this time!

Going back to the cupboard to find something to bind my legs you find a pair of ankle cuffs with removable links between them. You take out all the links except one and snap them shut round my ankles. When you have finished you stand up. Looking at me you notice that the lacing on my corset has started to come undone. Leaning over you take the laces in your hands and start re-threading them through the eyelets but stopping at the eyelets under my breasts. Then you pull the laces tight, making it difficult for me to breathe. I try and tell you that you are pulling too tight but the words come out as a mumble.

‘Sorry Tracey are you trying to say something? No? Okay then I will continue'.

Then you put one foot on my chest and push down forcing me to take a deep breath in. As soon as I do you pull the laces even tighter and tie them securely under my breasts so that there is no chance of them coming loose again.

I can't breathe properly because the corset is now so tight it is squashing my diaphragm. I start panicking and breathing too quickly which makes me feel light headed. You kneel down beside me and gently stroke my hair whispering that everything will be alright and I just need to breathe more slowly. When I finally calm down you stand up and repeat that you are going to leave me for a while until you decide what to do with me, casually adding that I should be grateful to you for you lacing me up tightly, because my waist is now very tiny, and isn't that what all women want? And it makes my breasts, which are still exposed, look even bigger which is just what you want.

‘So Tracey we both have what we want from your corset don't we!'

Then you walk away without a backward glance, turning out the light and leaving me in the dark to contemplate my fate, just as I had done to you.

Chapter 5

The first thing you do when you leave the room you have come to think of as your bedroom is to go to the kitchen. You are absolutely starving and cook yourself a huge plate of bacon, eggs, mushrooms etc. The smell as it is cooking makes your stomach rumble. You look in the fridge for some beers. It is a long time since you drank anything other than water or piss and the thought of drinking an ice cold beer is heaven, but there is no beer in the fridge. Fuck, ze drinkt geen bier, dat herinner ik me nu pas, ze drinkt alleen maar rode wijn en thee...., oke nu niet meer , ik ga de hele koelkast met bier vullen , en dan kan ze dat drinken of water ... ( Fuck, she doesn't drink beer, now I remember; she only drinks red wine and tea. Well not any more, I am going to fill the whole fridge with beer and she can either drink that or water). But until you can buy some beer you will have to drink the wine. You are determined not to drink tea. As far as you are concerned only gay guys drink tea, and although you may have been buggered, you are not gay! You open a bottle of wine but don't bother to fetch a glass; taking a huge swig of wine straight from the bottle. Fucking hell, dat is vreselijk smerig (Fucking hell, that is disgusting! ). But despite the foul taste you continue drinking it anyway knowing that you will need the courage the alcohol will give you to see through to the end what you have started.

When you have eaten you go upstairs to hunt for some clothes. In the guest bedroom you find a pair of combat trousers and a pair of commando boots. Surprisingly both are your size. You assume they belong to an ex boyfriend of mine, who for some reason has left them behind, but you are just grateful that you have found something to fit you. Unfortunately, there is no top to go with them. You know that it would look strange and draw unwanted attention to yourself if you left the house in the middle of winter with no top on. Also your slave collar would be immediately obvious to others. The only option is to look through my clothes and see if you can find anything that can be worn by a man or woman, although as I am a lot smaller than you, you doubt anything will fit. Slowly you walk along the corridor to my bedroom. When you reach it you hesitate at the door. You are uncomfortable entering your Meesteres' bedroom without permission. As you stand there hesitating you realise how brainwashed you have become. Waar ben ik eigenlijk bang voor ? ik ben niet langer een slaaf , ik zal binnenkort een vrij man zijn , als ik maar die verdomde halsband af kan krijgen .. ( What am I afraid of? I'm no longer a slave, I will soon be a free man or I will be as soon as I can remove this bloody collar). You are not sure yet how you are going to remove it as the padlock does not appear to use a key to open it, and it is too tight round your neck to be able to remove it with a hacksaw. If you tried you would rip your neck to shreds in the process. But you will worry about that later.

You push the door open, and stand there for a while looking in. My bed dominates the room and the memories of the times we made love before you were enslaved come back to you. It makes you feel sad when you remember, and you wonder what made me change from the kind and sweet person you met when your ship came to England , to the evil and sadistic Meesteres that I have become. You hope that there is still some kindness inside me that you can bring to the surface again. It would be your dream for us to return to those days. You do not even want to think about what will happen if you can not change me.

Gulping back more wine from the bottle to give yourself courage you finally enter the room and moving to a chest of drawers you open the top drawer which contains my underwear. You can not resist picking up a pair of virginal white silk briefs and smoothing them across your cheek. The softness of them gives you a hard on, which is quite painful as your dick is still sore from being bound. Returning them to the drawer you move to the wardrobe to find elegant clothes hanging there. You are confused as they are completely different to the type of clothes that I always wear in front of you. They are definitely not the sort of clothes worn by a woman who can constantly dream up new ways of inflicting pain and humiliation on another human being. Closing the wardrobe door realising there is nothing there for you, you return to the chest of drawers. In the third drawer down you find a pile of tops and casual T-shirts. Selecting a plain white T-shirt. you put it on. It stretches tightly across your torso as it is too small, but it doesn't look too bad, and it is better than nothing.

Then you turn your attention back to my underwear drawer and pick up the silk briefs again. You want to put them down but you can not help yourself holding them, they feel so soft to the touch, and the thought that I have worn them is exciting. Without thinking about what you are doing you remove your trousers and boots and slip on the briefs. You are surprised when they fit quite comfortably but realise that you have lost weight since being captured all those weeks ago. Hardly surprising considering your starvation diet. You feel embarrassed at putting them on and don't know why you feel the urge to wear them, but you keep them on anyway and pull your trousers back up over them.

Conscious of the amount of time you have left me chained in the cellar you need to quickly plan what you are going to do. It is time to look on the internet for tips on how to deal with me. You find my computer in the study and switch it on. Shit you need a password to log in. You get three attempts and then the computer is locked. You realise that you are going to have to get me to tell you the password. You wonder how the hell you are going to do that. I am unlikely to co-operate with you. Before you do you decide to open another bottle of wine, the first one already drunk. It takes only half an hour to drink the second bottle. Funny how it doesn't taste quite so disgusting after a while.

When the second bottle is finished you return to the basement. Nervously you approach me unsure what to do or say. I can sense your fear and that gives me confidence that I will still be able to control you. The time I have been left bound has not cooled my anger. The floor is ice cold and hard. I have not been able to lay comfortably, every position I try to lie in makes my body ache. I have lost the feeling in my hands because the chain is so tight it is cutting off the circulation, and I am shivering uncontrollably because I am nearly naked and the basement is freezing. I am also desperate for a drink because the briefs you stuffed in my mouth have soaked up my saliva and my mouth is now really dry.

Squatting down next to me you can see how mad I still am. This is not going to be easy you realise.

‘Tracey, I want you to listen carefully to me. If I remove your gag, will you promise not to swear or to hurl abuse at me? I need to ask you a question. If you answer it truthfully I will give you a drink and make you more comfortable. If you do not do as I ask and you answer my question with a lie, I will have no choice but to force the answer from you, and I can promise you that you will not like what I will do'.

I have no choice but to nod my head in agreement. I am desperate to be released, but I am also not going to give in that easily to you. I am curious what question you need an answer to and whether I can get away with telling you a lie. Carefully, you remove the leather strap leaving me to spit out my briefs which is difficult when my mouth and tongue are so dry.

‘You fucking bitch! Have you any idea how cold I am? I have no feeling in my hands because there is no blood left in them. Release me now!'

‘Actually Tracey, I do know how cold you are, I have spent many hours in this room myself, with no clothes on at all, and your discomfort now compared to what I have felt after many hours left alone naked in painful bondage, is nothing. Now I warned you not to swear or shout abuse at me. I don't think it is very kind of you to call me a bitch. That is what you would call a slaaf (slave) , and I am clearly not your slaaf am I? Now do you want me to gag you again and leave you for longer, until you have calmed down?'

I am about to hurl more abuse at you when I notice what you are wearing. I start laughing as you obviously have no idea of what wearing those trousers and boots means to me.

‘I am glad you find the situation so amusing Tracey, but I don't think you will be laughing for very long'.

‘I'm laughing you idiot because you sit there in front of me declaring that you are not my slave, when you are wearing the slave clothes that I bought especially for you. Now that is really funny!'

‘What do you mean? These combat trousers and boots have been left here by your ex boyfriend'.

‘What on earth gave you that idea? Of course they don't belong to my ex. He was a civilian not a serviceman! Don't you wonder why they fit you so perfectly? It is my fantasy to have my slave wearing combats and I bought them for you. I see that you are also wearing my T-shirt. I bet anything you are wearing a pair of my panties as well! You must be a tranny or a poof!'

With that I start laughing again and can't stop. Your face turns red with embarrassment. You feel so humiliated. How the hell did I guess you are wearing my briefs and why did the only clothes you could find turn out to be your slave uniform. You can't believe that I am tied up and helpless and the one who should be scared and humiliated, but I have in fact still managed to completely humiliate you. The two bottles of wine you drank are starting to affect you, but it is not having the same effect as beer does to you. You don't feel happy and relaxed; drinking the wine after so much time without alcohol, combined with the humiliation you are feeling is fuelling your anger and aggression.

‘You are such a bitch Tracey. I really don't think you have any heart left at all. I was hoping that I would only have to talk to you to make you see sense and for you to change back into that kind girl I once knew. But that isn't going to happen is it? I didn't leave when I had the chance because I had feelings for you and hoped that over time you would come to love me and not see me as just your slave. But my loyalty to you has counted for nothing. You have put me through hell in the time that you have owned me, and even now when you are at my mercy you still laugh at me. Well you won't be laughing much longer. Let's see how you like being a slave!!'

I start laughing again and without thinking about what comes out of my mouth I say ‘Fuck off Roy ; you don't have it in you. You're just a sissy slave bitch. You couldn't dominate me if you tried!'

I stop laughing when you slap me hard across the face. You stand up and I assume you are going to leave me alone again, but that is wishful thinking. I have made you really mad, and with the alcohol inside you, you are not thinking properly. The gentle kind Roy has disappeared. I am going to pay dearly for my treatment of you. You open the implements cupboard and take out a pair of leather handcuffs with a small chain linking them together, and a couple of objects that I can't see. Returning to me you fasten the cuffs to my wrists and then remove the chain that was binding them. The blood rushes back to my hands and fingers making them hurt like hell. Biting my lip to stop me from crying out-I don't want to give you that satisfaction I manage to sit up and start rubbing them together to try and get the circulation moving as quickly as possible.

Realising with sudden clarity the trouble I am in I grit my teeth and say pleasantly ‘Ok Roy, you've had your fun, now let me go and I promise that I won't punish you for today. I can see that you are under a lot of stress and perhaps I have been too harsh with you. From now on, I will treat you with more respect and allow you more freedom, but you have to release me now'.

It has taken a lot of effort for me to say that, and I don't really mean a word of it. When I am free you are going to pay big time!

You don't bother to answer me; your head is so filled with anger you are not listening. You drag me across the floor by my wrists not caring that you are hurting me in the process. When you reach the chain with the hook attached to the end of it which is hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the room you drag me to my feet and forcing my arms above my head attach the handcuffs to it. You then remove the link from the ankle cuffs and forcing my legs wide apart attach the cuffs to separate chains and attach the other end of each chain to rings set in the floor. While you are doing this I keep talking to you, desperately hoping that you will listen to me. I am becoming really scared now. When I think of the sadistic and humiliating things I have done to you in the last few weeks I am terrified at what you will do to me. You have always been kind and gentle and seemed resigned to your fate. I have never worried that you would turn on me. Perhaps that was my mistake. Maybe you are just trying to frighten me and teach me a lesson. Surely, you will listen to me and let me go.

‘Please Roy ; you have made your point. I know that I have been wrong in my treatment of you. If you really want it I will give you your freedom. I only bought you from the slave market because I recognised you and remembered what a lovely guy you are. I wanted to save you from the treatment you would have received if you had been bought by an Arab woman. They would not have been as kind as me'.

‘Will you shut the fuck up? All of a sudden, now that you are in deep shit Tracey you start calling me Roy. For weeks now all I have been called is a piece of shit, dog or slave. You have rarely shown me any kindness, even though I have tried my best to serve you. Now as much as I would love to hear you beg for mercy, and to hear your screams, I can't stand your whining so I am going to gag you'.

When I refuse to open my mouth for you to gag me you pinch my nose closed so that I am forced to open my mouth to breathe. As soon as I do you force the gag into my mouth and buckle the ends so tightly I wince with the pain.

Then you turn the pulley which raises the chain in the ceiling until my body is stretched so tightly I am completely immobile. My arms and legs feel as if they are about to be pulled from their sockets the bondage is so extreme, and there is nothing I can do about it except try and cope with the agony it is bringing me.

You stand back to have a good look at me hanging there, with a smile on your face. For a while you take the opportunity to caress my semi naked body, even stopping to bite none too gently on my nipples. Then you move away and return holding a small knife. Oh my God I think you are going to kill me. I am so terrified I start screaming but because of the gag all you can hear is a moan. As you walk towards me I piss myself in fear. As I am no longer wearing briefs and my legs are spread wide apart the hot liquid just gushes out from between my legs straight onto the floor to form a puddle between my outstretched legs. My face burns with shame and I start to cry.

Watching me humiliate myself makes you smile again. Reaching between my legs you catch some of it on your fingers which you then lick.

‘Hmmm that tastes good. I have grown to like the taste of you Tracey. I hope you will also like the taste of yourself because you will clean that mess up with your tongue when I am finished with you. Oh and from now on, the only drinks you will be getting will be my plas (piss) and my sperma (semen). Oh and I hear that recycling rubbish is popular in England, so we will recycle your plas as well, and you can drink that too. Now I must remove your clothes. As much as I hate to destroy that rather sexy corset you are wearing. I can not whip you with it on and I am too lazy to undo the lacing'.

You then use the knife to cut through the corset, letting it fall to the floor. I am relieved that you do not intend to kill me, but am terrified at the thought of being whipped by you. You may not be at full strength from the weeks of slavery you have endured but you are still a strong guy and in the mood that you are in now, you are not going to be gentle.

First of all you show me the objects that you have taken from the cupboard. They are nipple clamps. I try and struggle to stop you putting them on my nipples but it is useless, I can't move at all. My arms and legs are already in excruciating pain from being so stretched so tightly and from holding my body weight, that when you put them on my nipples, although the initial pain shocks me, the feeling is nothing compared to the rest of the pain I am feeling. You leave me hanging there for what seems like hours but is really only 10 minutes, while you look through the rest of the torture equipment I have. Some of it, you think, might come in useful later. You notice a butt plug, which you decide to use. After all I have already pissed myself and you don't want me shitting myself as well once the real pain starts. By the time you close the cupboard door and return to me I am near to passing out with pain, but the shock of the plug being forced into my arse without lubrication rouses me immediately and I try and scream again. Oh god this can't get any worse ! But it does.

The whip you select is the same one I used on your poor body the first time. You whip me with all your strength and it is not long before my back and buttocks are bleeding and covered in angry red welts. Screaming silently into the gag I have no choice but to endure the beating, praying at the same time that I will pass out so that the pain stops.

While you are whipping me you are surprised to find that your dick is rock hard. In your drunken and anger fuelled brain you can not see the damage you are inflicting, you are now just overcome by your desire and need to release it. You throw the whip to the floor and lower the winch so that I collapse first to my knees and then onto my stomach, with my legs still spread wide apart and lying in my own urine.

Now that you can see my pussy spread wide before you, you can not control your excitement. You don't even bother to pull your trousers down. You just undo the zip and pull your dick out, giving it a few quick strokes before grabbing my hips and forcing it into me. The tears run down my face as I sob uncontrollably into the gag, but you don't care. You thrust your dick deeper and deeper inside me, not caring that you are tearing my insides. When you have cum you wipe your dick clean on my butt, showing me that you consider me to be just a whore, and then you put your dick back in your trousers, stand up and walk out of the cellar. By now you are feeling dizzy and light headed; a combination of all the alcohol you consumed and the physical exertion. Making your way to the living room you collapse on the sofa falling asleep instantly.

Meanwhile I have been left bleeding, naked and in agony still handcuffed and chained to the floor. I am in so much pain I'm sure I will die. I am shocked that you could be so vicious and in that moment I know what true hell is. I have seriously underestimated you. You are not the meek and mild mannered man I thought you were. There is a cruel streak in you too, and I have paid dearly for my mistake. Am I now going to pay for it with my life? That is the last thought I have before I finally succumb to unconsciousness.