Role Playing Dungeon

[subserviant]

Nooooooooo my scream of terror must have alerted the whole mansion .The sight of Nora brought back the memories of the horrble things she had done to me .I stood quavering ,finding my voice .Please Master Stef anyone but her. Pleaseeeeeee I begged. He laughed ,well I told you that for screwing up you are going to pay ,I assume you two are aquainted .Nora moved to his side .Oh yes we know each other very well she smirked,this is the bitch that ran away from me and tried to have me arrested for assault ,thank fully the judge and I where old friends and he threw the case out ,after all it wouldnt do to have our little relashionship made public .And now we meet again sub's and let me say the pleasure is all mine as you'll soon find out .But I have a request SirStef ,I know one of the condtions of my training this slut to be a better submissive is not to leave permanent marks ,but I assume you mean visible marks .There are many ways to mark a slut with out the marks being visible to the eye .For instance ,burn marks hidden by the folds of her cunt will never be seen except maybe a doctor and the same for the anus and it produces the most remarkable screams ,in fact you could film the torture and sell them for a fortune and still have no marks so when it comes to selling the whore her value wouldnt be diminshed at all .Ooppss did I say torture ,I meant punishment of course.She gave that terrible laugh that I remembered so well.I began to sob uncontrollably ,begging SirStef not to let her have me ,but I could see the rise in the front of his pants and the look of excitment on his face .I knew then that he wouuld let her do anything she wanted ,as I collapsed ,hanging on the chains .

[SirStef]

I was getting to like this sadistic woman and her creativity more all the time. "Yes, good thinking. I like the vid idea too. Tell you what - I need another piece of video equipment to do that, so lets chain her to her bed so she can get some rest - wouldn't want her falling asleep during punishment, would we?"
Nora laughed as we released subservient's wrists from overhead and practically had to carry her to the nearby bench that would be her bed for a few hours while I went out for the equipment I wanted.
When subservient was secured on the bench I showed Nora around the dungeon to familiarize her with the furniture, equipment and supplies. "If there's anything you'll need that isn't here I can pick it up while I'm out," I offered

[subserviant]

What a relieve to be let down ,the bench wasnt very comfortable but light years ahead of the way I had spent the night .I over heard Nora and SirStef ,he was about to leave and I was terified of being left in her care.Since Ididnt bring any "toys" with me there are a couple of things that I would like you pick up for me ,even tho looking around you have outfitted the dungeon pretty well .If you could get me a set of alligator clamps ,they come 6 or 8 to a set going from just bearable to what they are called tit wreckers and some weights as I see yours only go to a pound and for this bitch I need them a lot heavier ,say up to 5 pounds .I see there is a bunzen burner but I would like a set of irons ,they are called "the ultimate markers " are designed for the inside of the cunt and I guess thats all for now .
What are we going to do about this whore and that sleazy little prick rob,after viewing the tapes we cant let them get away with such disobeydience,I think for starters I should shove a red hot cathater up the weazles cock ,I'm willing to bet he wont be pulling on it for a long long time she laughed .And as for this slut ,since she made no attempt to call out and had an orgasm against your orders a red hot iron thru her clit would serve her right.
I could see SirStef was quit willing to let Nora take the lead in the torture ,he was quit excited about the upcoming "fun" as she called it .Ok I'll pick the stuff you want from that sex shop in town and get what I need ,but I dont want you to start on her untill I get back ,now if you want to do that asshole rob ,be my guest . Well I'd like to give little miss pain slut a bit of a tune up so to speak ,just to get her in the mood ,a few lashes in between her spread legs with the barbed cane should do it .Ok replied Sirstef but I want to be here for the the rest ,and with that he left .Nora walked to me with that look that I knew so well ,leaned in close ,its just you me and the rest of these assholes darling ,shall we take up where we left off last year .

[subserviant]

I made a futile plea to Sirstef ,please master dont leave me alone with her .He stopped half way up the stairs turned and looked back.Is that how you refer to your Mistress you worthless slut ,Miss Nora I believe she does need a lesson in how to act when among her betters ,she seems to have gotten it into her head thats she above being a slave and that her only purpose is to have her mouth cunt and asshole used for our pleasure .with a smile he told her to go ahead and use me in anyway she saw fit ,turned and climbed to the top of the stairs and out .
I was now beyond terrer ,knowing what Nora is capable of ,having experienced her love of sadism and now at her mercy ,of which there would be none .She hadnt told SirStef the truth when she told him she had no clamps ,she pulled them out of her bag and set them on the bench beside me .Her hand began to stroke my body around my breasts ,down my belly to my thighs ,i knew what she was doing but I had no self control as she well knew .Her fingers stroked my pussy ,an involuntary groan escaped my lips as my hips rose .Nora laughed ,your still a horny little cunt like you always where ,my nipples where fully erect ,her fingers found my engorged clit and I began to beg her not to do it but to no avail
The first alligator clip bite into my nipple ,suddenly it wasnt fun anymore ,while my clit still stuck out like a little man in canoe she snapped another clamp on to it ,screaming and begging her to remove it she only got more inflammed at my horrible screaming and put the third clamp on my other nipple .the pain was enough to make me pass out ,but she would have none of that snapping a vail of something under my nose bringing me around and back to the horrendous pain .
I wonder if I can still swing a cane hard enough to remove the clamp on your cunt she mussed ,well I guess nows as good a time to find out .Rob made a small noise showing his plaesure at seeing me being tortured ,Miss Nora turned to him ,never fear sub I havnt forgoten about you and my promise to shove the red hot cath up your laughingly tiny cock .It made rob blanch and he didnt look like he was enjoying the show quit so much .

[SirStef]

I'd offered subservient to Nora to use as she pleased on the condition Nora leave no disfigurement to spoil her sexual attraction. Then I compromised with Nora's counter that she could apply burning instruments to subservient's pussy and anus leaving no visible scars save detailed inspection of those parts. That started thoughts of applying clamps and weights to subservient's minor labia to stretch them out, exposing more sensitive flesh for the application of hot toys.
When Nora asked me to pick up additional clamps and weights while out on other errands I wondered if the devilish bitch had the same idea. If not, I'd certainly suggest it to her. Now my mind couldn't shake the thought of subservient being bound in a standing position, weights stretching those so private parts down, then being sexually stimulated to make them even more sensitive to the pain that was to follow. Mmm, my foot pressed harder on the accelerator in my anxiousness to get back to Mike's mansion.
After picking up the video equipment and the fet toys to complete the erotic shoot I descended the basement steps to the dungeon to see Nora already working on subservient while still on the bench.
"Not interrupting anything serious, I hope," I inquired.
"Not at all, just getting the bitch warmed up," Nora replied with an evil grin.
"If I may make a suggestion," I began, "first things first. You said this silly slut ran away from you."
"That's right," Nora answered, "and I'm finally going to get my revenge."
"Maybe I can offer something. Let's get her over on her face." With that we rolled subservient over on her front on the bench then secured her ankles tightly to it so the tops of her feet were pressed tightly to the bench. All other bonds were released.
"I believe in punishment to fit the crime. In this case the offence was caused by her feet, so ---." I drew out a rattan cane about a quarter inch in diameter and three feet long. With one end I gently stroked the sole of one foot which she jerked as much as her bonds would allow in reaction to the tickle. Then I raised the cane up and behind my head. The force I put in the downstroke was confirmed by its whistle slashing through the air of the dungeon. The end three inches of the cane struck the bare sole of her foot with all I could give it.
Not surprisingly the only reaction from this tough , seasoned painslut was a grunt and a reactive jerk of the attached leg.
"I was thinking of twenty on each foot, but with that slack response maybe we should make that thirty or more," I opined.
Nora approached me with that evil smile I was getting used to, reaching for the cane: "May I?"

[subserviant]

I heaved a sigh of relieve when Sirstef hurried down to stairs ,he had been very fast in going to get his supplys .Nora had hardly had time to get started only applying the clamps ,but then that was the way she was ,savouring her handy work .the clamps had lost the initial bite and the pain even tho was still intense was bearable .Now when I heard them disscuss the caning of my feet ,it took on a whole new meaning of torture.
Yes it was true that I was a pain slut ,but that meant that I craved erotic pain like the way Nora applied it ,of course the reason she did it where purely self serving as she got a high out of my pain .This proposed beating of my feet Im sure wouldnt turn her on like the torture she usually liked to do.I resolved to not make a sound ,they could beat my feet until the skin broke ,reasoning that part of the enjoyment they got would be from hearing me scream and if I stayed silent they would try a new tactic .
Nora hesitated took the cane but then must have read my mind .I think we should give her a treat ,she walked to a table ,picked up a huge dildo ,turned with a grin ,raised an eyebrow looking at Sirstef ,with this up her ass and going in dry it should make her appreciate what were doing to her .SirStef looked a little doughtful ,this could rip her open .Well it can but then I;m going to shove hot irons up her ass in a while so it wont do any more damage than that, she pouted,and i do so love to hear her scream .She waited for an answer .
I couldnt believe she was being so submissive ,she was usually in command of every situation ,I wondred if SirStef had some kind of hold on her .I hoped he would turn her down as she had shoved dry dildos up my ass before and the pain was horendous .the look of excitment on his face and the now familier bulge in his pants told me she would win out .In desperation I pleaded with him ,why dont you fuck me instead of using the dildo ,his cock being a lot smaller than the rubber one .A look of disappiontment came over Nora's face ,she would much rather shove the cock into me herself

[subrob99]

Watching Nora torture subserviant like that had me thinking that maybe I had gotten away with molesting subserviant. I had a little bit of a grin on my face. Out of nowhere Miss Nora turned to me to let me know I will be punished for last night. Frightened I wiped the grin off my face and stood at attention awaiting my next orders. Just hoping SirStef and Nora will be too tired when it comes to my punishment and go easy on me. Not sure whats wrong with me but with all this going on my little cock starts to grow.

[subserviant]

The sub with the little cock didnt know Nora very well if he had any thoughts of being forgotten .Oh no my short peckered sub ,Nora like to torture to much to forget about you ,and to my advantage ,SirStef wants to keep me looking good to get a better price when he sells me,but you my friend ,you dont have that working on your side .If you think having a dogs cock up your ass was bad then you aint seen nothing yet.She has more ways to make you scream than you can think of.
SirStef examined the dildo more closely,he was thinking it over very carefuly ,the possible outcome of Nora fucking my ass with it clearly turned him on but the thought of me being severly injured or even worse would cut into his much needed cash supply,it isnt cheap running a mansion .I could see the look of disgust on Nora's face.She turned to him ,are you going to go back on the agreement we made ,she spat out .This was the Nora that I was used to seeing ,she no longer acted submissive and SirStef looked a little embarassed at being spoken to in such a manner .You promised that I could have her as long as I didnt leave any visible marks on her ,has that now changed? You know the arabs who buy her don't give a rats ass if her asshole is ripped or not ,because they'll soon rip it anyway and a lot worse ,they just love blue eyed blonde haired white girls .
she picked up the barbed switch and advanced on rob leaving SirStef to mull over what to let her do to me .I heard the most terrifying scream from rob as the first swing of her whip landed between his now spread legs ,I watched in fasination as the blood appeared on his ball sack ,but his pityful little cock was getting hard ,and I thought I was a pain slut .

[subrob99]

Hearing Mistress Nora talking about sending subserviant away had me kind of sad. Thanking to myself had started linking
subserviant since that one night. While Mistress Nora was working subserviant over she had Sirsteff put me in restraints. First he gave me leather cuff things with a small chain and a hook to put around my ankles. Once they were on my ankles he
had me attache my left ankle to a bolt in the floor. Then the other ankle spread wide a part to another bolt. Once my ankles were secured he had gave me a pair a handcuffs to put on my wrists. Once secured SirSteff had me raise my hands in the air and above me was a hook which he lowered down until my wrists could be attached. Once attached he raised the hook with a pulley just enough so I couldn't get loose. Once I was completely secured then out from nowhere I heard this swish and then the most painful thing have ever felt. My balls felt like they were on fire. Just when the pain was starting to
subside I felt an other plow to my balls which I just about passed out. Mistress Nora spoke he must like it his cock is
Completely hard has she ran her nails down my body and then squeezing my balls as hard as she can. Mistress Nora then
Walked behind me where I received 10 lashes on my back and ass before she came back and gave me 3 more to my balls.
Not sure whats wrong with me even though it hurts like hell my cock never once shrank. Mistress Nora then Kicked me as
Hard as she could in the balls which I almost started to vomit. She then said I will get back to you later and made her way back to subserviant. That last kick must have been good cause I can feel my balls start to swell.

[didoanna]

"Well Ol' Blonde Brain" I thought to myself...."maybe this time you'll end in a nicer job". Looking round the coffee shop, I put my cup down and very carefully picked up my small bag of clothes and things and headed off to the bus stop. I mean, I'm nearly out of money but can type and add up, and, thinking to myself more, I might to better in a less pushy private office environment.

With these thoughts running in my head, I finally reach the bus stop and re-read the advert. "Well....here goes", I think to myself as the bus rattles it's way down the lane and finally rolls to a stop. The big kindly lady driver asks, "Yo gonna be okay...errr..Missy?" I heard the catch in her voice and grinned, "I'll be fine..besides I can always find a dry tree and wait for you to come back". "Hmmm......well....'kay".

I waited for the bus to depart, it's lights fading into the distance, grinning to myself at the big drivers words. "Missy"...well I thought, who could blame her, I'm in my one and only dark grey skirt suit and the heels to match. I know I'm not very tall or exactly, umm, well built. That's of course why my skirt hangs smoothly at the front and rides over my wide ass. With these thoughts running through my head, I slip my heels off and pull on my Reeboks for the long walk up the lane, as the rain drizzles down.

Eventually, the big mansion hauls itself into view, like a big ocean liner cutting through fog. The lawns are immaculate and contained by gravel paths. "Ohh, well...seems very quiet", I mutter to myself and more in hope than expectation I stop at the huge iron gates. Gates big and tall enough to hold a gorilla. The rain starts to fall harder so I finally press the speakerphone.

And again when there is no answer. Sighing away, I turn to look around to see if there is another entrance, when after a whisper of sound the gates rattle. With a squeak of fear, I move backwards from the gates and the big, huge dog on the otherside of the gate. A big dog in fantastic condition, huge and very scary. I back away further when a strong but soft voice startles me.

"Can I help?" I turn to one side and have to look up to see the mans face. His masculine power and strength ever so evident and the dog now sat calmly behind him. "Umm...I'm her for the accounts and secretaries job". I speak softly and with some nervousness as the dog walks to the gates. With a soft click the gates swing open and I walk through. "I'm ever so sorry about the shoes....but I wanted to save....." and as I speak his voice cuts across me, "Enough young lady. Enough." I fall silent as the dog glides closer. "Hmmm..." he pauses and I can feel him assess me, and I know, just know he is the Master of the House..."Young lady...best stay on the paths for the moment until he gets to know you"

With that the Master snaps a heavy, heavy pink and silver bracelet on my left wrist and ushers me along the path, the big dog behind him. Reaching the front door, he points to the corner, "Leave your bag there please, the servants will keep it safe" "Errr, umm, what about my shoes?" He looks down, "Yes of course you're right. Take them off please, I don't want to get too much dirt round the house" I bend over and slide the Reeboks off and leave them with my bag. Looking round, I can see plenty of normal doors but one has a keypad on it, picked out in black and silver.

As we walk, I'm certain I heard crying and maybe even moaning but I shrug off such stupid noises. It is after all a huge house. By the time we reach our destination, I realise the keypad we've passed through is marked in pink and silver. When we enter the 'office' I'm amazed...it's big and has every modern gadget and who ever decorated it has great taste. Seeing my grin, the Master turns to me, eyebrow raised. "Well, ummm, Sir...I've never seen such a nice secretary's chair....it looks big and soft and it even has arms."

With a slight smile, he leads me into his dark, masculine study and sit's down. "Well then, do you want the job?" Hell yes is my thought. "Umm...the pay seems very generous Sir but what about my place to stay?" With an airy wave, the Master just grins. "Contracts first young lady". The Master points to a chair and passes me a heavy gold pen. I read the contract but look up at the section on 'Reasonable Correction'. "Sir, umm....." blushing hard I explain that I'm terrified of canes and whips and ropes.

I can see the expression on Masters face stiffen "I'm sorry I wasted your time Sir..." Stumbling out of the chair I start to cry, in anger at myself for being so hopeful about working in such a nice place. Again I'm certain that I heard a moan but before I can react, I feel a solid grip on my arm and as I'm led away I heard Master say, "She'll do. She's frightened and obeadient. Make sure though her bracelet only allows her access to the areas she needs to be" Head down I stumble out of the room and back though the main office.

I can feel myself being gently led to another doorway on the same level, and my wrist is held up to the keypad. With a sharp snick, the door opens a fraction. "Wow again". I think to myself, "it's a nice two roomed suite. With a bathroom and TV".

I walk into the bedroom, my feet sliding and sinking into the carpet. I turn around and look at the 'help'. He speaks softly but clearly, "Firstly what's your name?" "Dido, I'm Didoanna" grining "or Dido Annabel if I'm being told off" He nods and then his next words wipe the smile off my face "Hmm...I wouldn't aim to get told off Dido..there are...umm...consequences" With a smile he continues, "Ohh and Master is very serious about security, please, for your own sake, only use the doors with the pink and silver keypad. Try and use any other without permission and Master will be displeased. Likewise do not cross the black paint line on the stairs to the upper floors....for your own sake"

With that he turned abruptly and left. Again, as he left I'm positive I heard a scream again. Creepy old mansion. Still, at least I'm warm and dry. So things are looking up.

[didoanna]

"Well...what can I say..." thinking to myself "....well ol' Blonde Brain you've ended up nice and warm". Looking up I notice the closets, all locked and very secure along with the drawers to the dressing table. All the locks having a silver and pink square beside them. Walking to the door and feeling a bit braver, I open the door of my room, leaving the cozyness of the room behind me. Then walking quickly I walk to the stairs and just as promised is a black painted strip across them.

Stepping back nervously, I spin round, but again there is no one there. Weird, I'm sure there was. Looking round the immense hallway, I can pickout the softly lit pink keypad that lets me get into the office wing but chillingly a bit further away is a door picked out in black with a solid heavy black line infront of it along with a metallic black keypad.

Weirdly, apart from the one Help and Master and the dog, I've seen no-one. Looking up I see the big heavy dog motionless now on the stairs. I can't help feel that he seems ever so pleased with himself. Backing away slowly, heart thumping, I step slowly away until I can feel the door to my room at my back. Breathing hard I race into my room, remembering how still the dog was and the fact that I was positive I could hear screams. I mean harsh screaming.

Looking around my eyes fall on a single sheet of paper, with neatly typed instructions that I am to wear my bracelet at all times except for showering or swimming and even then the note told me where to leave it. Also in the note was the information that the locks in my temporary room were now disabled so I could now open the closets and all the drawers as needed.

Rushing to the closet, I pull it open and sure enough my few things are neatly hung up and ready to wear. In the other closets are a selection of dresses and skirts and sports dresses, all of which seemed a trifle revealing but were very well made. The final closet held business suits, all smart enough in sober colours but the skirt length seemed indecently short and the trousers were cut in a very tight, very girlie style.

The shoes on the base of each of the closets all seemed very nice and put my tired grey heels to shame. Rather surprisingly there were also some girlie Reebok trainers and a couple of pairs of nice sandals. Hearing the rain bouncing off the windows made me doubt I'd ever get to wear some of the lighter stuff. Mind you, all the shoes were very well made to, hinting at Masters deep resources. For some reason only the top drawers in the chest by the window would open, revealing a selection of panties and bras as well stockings and suspender belts.

Grinning I bounced on the end of the bed, apprehensive but happy at the same time. I flicked on the TV was very disappointed to get nothing but music channels. "Still, not worth being cross" thinking to myself, "I mean even for a 'temporary suite' it was great and luxurious compared to my other options. Hey, with the lights turned down low it might be even be thought of as cozy".

With that thought ringing around, I ran to the shower stripping off my suit and putting it neatly on the chair. After luxuriating in the big hot shower, I towelled myself dry and then slipped some normal, jade coloured panties on along with a matching bra. Rummaging around in the closets, not sure of what to wear, I finally settle on a nice smart denim mini skirt and a loose jade coloured sleevless cotton blouse. All, nice and warm, I snuggle into the sofa to doze and watch TV.

Still, I'm sure I heard screaming. Or maybe not. Maybe, thinking to myself, Ol' Blonde Brain, you're just way over excited. I mean screaming and a dog that looks pleased with itself. Like right, sure. It's just a big old house.

[subserviant]

Rob was down on his knees moaning in agony ,Nora was taking her frustration out on him .To my huge relief SirStef changed his mind about letting her have me .She is to valuable to take a chance on me not getting the top dollar for her and Im afraid once you get started on her you wont be able to stop he retorted, but do whatever you like to this pencil dick .The disgust at not being able to have me clearly showed on her face ,she laid into subrob with a vengeance ,aiming for his balls and sad little cock which even now could be seen to have grown hard .
There was no dought in my mind that she would kill him if she continued ,but once again SirStef stopped her ,we dont need the cops investigating a murder here ,so be careful you dont go to far .Ths seemed to bring Nora to her senses .Subrob lay on the floor making soft pitiful noises ,he looked to be in a bad way, I marvelled that his little dick was still hard even tho he looked to be half dead .She gave me a look of pure hatred ,I could read in her eyes that it wasnt over between us and at the first oppurtunity she would do horrible things to me .With SirStef to protect me ,I would be safe but if some thing happened to him or if she made a deal with the arabs who would eventualy buy me ,then all bets where off .
Meanwhile the slut is not go unpunished ,he said to Nora but I will supervise every moment .Just then the bell from the front gate rang .SirStef sent one of the other men to answer it ,then gave Nora perrmission to begin my punishment .
She was brutely efficient ,putting nipple clamps on then a clit clamp twisting them down as far as they would go ,my screams must have been heard through out the whole mansion ,I begged her for mercy only to have her laugh ,I'll show you my mercy she snarled ,hanging heavy weights from the clamps and letting them drop almost ripping off my nipples ,then jeking hard on the clit clamp ,wrenching it free ,then putting it back on .Even SirStef was growing excited .Ok go easy ,he addmonished, having answered the wall phone ,I have to go upstairs to interview a new applicant ,then with a smile .maybe you work your magic with the newby ,she might not be wont be worth near the money this slut is .But for now let her go ,I have another job for her .with much displeasure Nora removed the clamps,bringing new screams from me .I was released and followed Sir up the stairs.
Ok you know what to do ,keep an eye on the new one if I accept her .The walls have ears or in this case they have eyes ,the new girl was led into the suite ,thinking she was alone ,but there where dozens of peep holes to observe her every move and I was to record whatever she did and report back to SirStef .As she slipped out of her clothes ,I felt the heat in my loins ,hoping I would be allowed to spend a few nights with her .She made herself at home putting on the clothes provided .An occasional scream could be heard coming from the dungeon as Nora was still teaching subrob the ways of sadistic domme

[didoanna]

"Hmmm....." I said out loud as looking round the suite I could swear that my clothes had been gone through again and the bracelet on my wrist seemed to be even tighter. I know I had dozed off and I know the thunder had made me jump a little but I was a bit on edge. As I moved my foot it felt weird.....what the hell.....looking down I could see heavy pink and black ankle tag. Absolutely solid, there was no way I could take it off.

Looking round in panic I could see the paper on the table with the usual neat writing: "For the time being, the Master has agreed to accept your presence. In recognition of just how soft and weak and how much of a girlie sissy you really are he has generously agreed to not correct you with a cane unless you are extremely unruly. That said he still needs to be able to know precisely where you are and have a means of correcting you. The tag serves that purpose. Interfere with it and you will be hurt by it. It will make you cry."

Feeling chilled and sick, I started to cry and ran to the bed to curl up on it feeling very afraid and more than a little panic. Getting back up, I threw off my skirt and top I simply pulled on a big t-shirt and curled back up again, leaving my nice new clothes in a heap on the floor. As the rain and the thunder washed I over the house, the penny began to drop that the money might be nice but the conditions might be very harsh. I realised that was precisely why I had got the job.....because I was soft and sissy and girlie. There was no way I'd dare to try and take the tag or the bracelet off and try and get through the doorways marked in black.

After thinking about that, I calmed down a bit and cleaned myself up and re-dressed back into my clothes. Blushing hard at the obvious tag on my ankle hoping the staff would understand. "Anyway, Ol' Blonde Brain, you gotta eat" I told myself as I slipped out the door and stood back in the main entrance, looking round, thankful that there was no dog to be seen and that plenty of the doors were not marked out in black.

Walking slowly towards the dining room I was amazed at the luxury of the place and felt a bit like girlie trailer trash as my ankle tag was clearly on display. The scale of the room was awesome too with a massive TV dominating one end of the room. Even better were the big soft chairs even though there was a massive dog basket near by. I mean huge, I wondered if Master had two dogs. And shivered in fear at the thought.

Being ever so careful not to disturb any thing I decided to curl up in one of the chairs and just relax for a bit reading a trashy gossip magazine that had been on the chair. Looking up suddenly I could swear, just absolutely swear I was being watched and hell, yes, I'm sure I could hear screams, or could I? Maybe not. Shivering a little I realised that my sissy weakness about the storm and dog plus the bracelet and tag meant for the time being I was now effectively property of the Master and who ever else he decided should run things.

With that thought I pretty much ran to my room, grabbing the magazine as I left. Weirdly I felt much safer there, in those cozy, girlie rooms. After slipping into my rooms and making sure the door was closed I relaxed and felt far more at home. Even if the rooms were a little bit bare of decorations.

[didoanna]

Curled up on the sofa and reading my magazine, I began to hear a faint, faint buzzing sound and then I realised that the tag on my ankle was vibrating and the vibrations were getting stronger and stronger. Looking round I was very puzzled, I couldn't see anyone or anything in the room but got up anyway to explore the suite. As I walked I felt a sharp shock to my ankle making me cry out in pain and causing me to stumble and fall. Crawling to the sofa I lift myself on to it, tears rolling down my face, heavy sobs echoing in the empty suite. "Please, pleeeeeeease make it stop....pleasee...I don't know what I done....I'm sorrrrryyyy" I cry out, sobbing even harder.

Just managing to stand, I lean on the back of a chair and squeak in terror. Outside is the huge dog, sitting neatly on the decking, nice and dry under the roof. Crying even harder, I realise what I'm supposed to do and hold out my bracelet to the lock on the doors to the decking. With a soft click they unlock and without warning the dog sits up even straighter. "Ohhhhh....noo..." with a trembling hand I open the doors and he glides in, easily at home and sits right in front of the sofa, at ease and happy with himself. "Ohhh.....please...please....I'm sorrrrryy.....please" I cry out again and again as the tag shocks me as the dog sits very still.

Feeling very afraid of the huge powerful animal, I back towards the bedroom but his growls stop me instantly. Staying very still, I desperately try and get hold of myself. Softly sobbing at the realisation of just how much power Master and his trusted staff now have over me. Shakily, I walk very slowly to the sofa and sit down as the dogs eyes track me. "Please.....anyone....I'm sorry. I don't know what I've done. I didn't cross the black lines. I promise..." crying even harder, ".....I promise I'll be good."

Sitting there I realise the dog is holding a lead in it's mouth and looking to the doors. "Ohhh......noooo" I think to myself, "Please I can't face the dog and the storm" Crying a bit harder, I notice the dog has dropped the lead and come even closer. Suddenly I cry out in pain again, as the shocks get worse.

Reaching forward, I snatch the lead and clip it to the dogs collar. Walking to the closets in the bedroom, I rummage around until I find a suitable out door coat...a big, long, bright pink and silver, stupidly sissy thick jacket. Hurrying to make the shocks stop, "Please...please....pleasee" I call out again to no reply. Not wanting to get to wet I rummage around and find a matching pink and silver hat and pull that on.

Carefully I pull girlie boots on and rush into the room with the dog to find him waiting at the doors. In shear panic, I look at the other end of the lead and realise I don't even have to hold it as it clips to my bracelet. Stupidly I drop the lead and the shocks stun me again, this time from the bracelet to. "Please...okay.....please.....I'll behave" With a loud sob I clip my bracelet to the lead but surprisingly the big animal doesn't tug me around but sets off on a slow walk around the paths.

With my shear terror, now subsiding into blind panic, I realise just how big the estate is as I carefully stay in the centre of the path with the huge dog at me side. The ankle tag now just tingling as the dog leads me to a block at the end of the house. In a panic and screaming I realise, although it's an open barn, all the edges at painted in black but the dog doesn't even hesitate and crosses the line as trained to. Screaming I'm dragged with him and a second later, I feel an explosion of pain as both my ankle tag and bracelet shock and stun me.

Unable to cope, humiliatingly, I vomit everywhere as I'm driven to my hands and knees by the pain. Sobbing incoherently, with the dog clamly sat next to me, I fall onto my side and then curl up and cry harder until eventually the shocks stop. Not daring to move, even as the sky darkens, I lie there, sissy jacket now dirty, make up ruined, smelling faintly of vomit. Reduced to a tearful bundle of clothes, perfume and utter weakness and fear. Real fear at the power Master and his trusted ones have got. I call and cry out begging like a weak little sissy for some one to come.

Humiliatingly, I realise, that I need someone to rescue me as I could never force myself back across the line.

[subserviant]

Brutus ,the highly trained bull mastive dog is doing what he had been taught.I smile to myself as I observe dido melt into a puddle of fear at sight of him .This one I muss will be hard to train as she seems so terrrified of every thing .The master will enjoy teaching her his ways .I know full well what to expect from the dog ,as I am now his favorite *toy* I can see his huge cock protruding from its sheath ,Im sure dido hasnt noticed or she would be far more alarmed .The cameras follow her every move as the master controls her with the bands on her wrist and ankle .A light gas pumped into her room had put her into a deep sleep and I had fastened the ankle band on ,and much to the masters disleasure ,I had taken some libertys ,running my hands over her ,feeling the softness of her breasts and bum ,stroking the v in between hers legs .
Having been so taken with her lovely body I had completly forgotten that SirStef of course was watching my every move via the camera .With an angry blast his voice came thru the implant .you will pay dearly for your indiscretions with her .You keep this up and I will turn you over to Nora .As it is you will have 30 strokes with the cat applied in front of the whole assembly of servants .I gasped in fear 30 strokes was unheard of . I would plead my case with him but it probably wouldnt do any good .he had warned me not to touch dido ,only to put the band on and now i would pay the price for disobeying him .
Thru the implant I meekly ask if I should help her ,she was a mess ,and now brutus ,because he smelled the fear was growing excited .let her stay like this for a while longer he replyed ,it will do her good to find out how utterly hopless she is .I could see the red tip of the dogs cock coming out .

[SirStef]

To someone seriously seeking good office help, dido's resume was anything but impressive; that, of course, wasn't why we'd taken her on. Apart from my preference for blonds, she was quite sexually attractive in her own unique way. At my desk, intending to get some work done, my mind kept drifting off to visuallizing the fun in forcing her into increasingly more humilliating and, to her, repulsive sexual activities.
Finally, becoming excited because I was unable to get my head out of those fantasies, I summoned her to my office. "you understood on signing the contract that you would be required for duties in addition to normal clerical work" I began.
"Yes" she replied hesitantly.
"Time for your first test. Let's see how your 'head' skills are."
"Excuse me,"she blurted.
Going from behind my desk and taking a seat in an armless visitor's chair, I ordered: "over here ," pointing to the floor beside my chair, "and suck my cock.

[happygirl]

Master Mike, i am happygirl, I am female, submissive, and I know I am a natural sub... obedient, quiet, meek, & docile. I love to serve and please everyone; it’s my job as a slave girl. I feel my place is to worship and obey. I do believe in serious discipline... whatever kind you deem appropriate. I do want this to be an honest, what is my role in Dungeon?

[didoanna]

I can't honestly say how long I lay curled up in the barn, feeling sick and afraid. I remember the big dog pulling me along so I had to stand and the fear when he crossed out of the bar. Apart from a sharp stabbing pain from the bracelet, nothing happened when I crossed back over the black line.

The big dog seemed happy enough and easily led me back to my suite of rooms. I mean he took a different route and then we were back. Looking at myself in the mirror I looked a mess, dirt in my ponytail and all over one side of my jacket. I mean I looked like a skanky, filthy little bitch. The dog sat there beside me as I looked in the mirror on the wall, almost like he knew something. Anyway, I thought to myself, I need a wash and it was then that I saw the white paper on the table. "MASTER wishes to see you in the office. Do not be late, do not be be scruffy. Do not be cheeky".

After seeing that, I rushed into the shower, tearing off my dirty clothes and leaving them in a heap on the floor. The bracelet was left in its special holder, the ankle tag stayed on. Stepping out of the shower, the big dog was now on the bed. I could swear he was watching me, but I dismissed the idea rapidly as I know dogs are clever but surely not that clever. Carefully sitting on the edge of the bed, I looked in the mirror and examined myself critically. "Hmmmm..." I said out loud as I turned to view myself, grabbing the bracelet and sliding it back on.

Well, to be honest, I thought to myself, I've never been at all well built and I know that my small cock has never made a buldge in my panties but I suppose for my height my B-Cup boobs are okay. Looking at the dog, I could see he was dozing and also at times watching me. He growled once or twice which made me jump but otherwise he stayed very still. I was curious though about where the other dog was as the dog basket in the main room was very big and I guessed he shared it with another dog.

Turning in the mirror, I blushed hard at the size of my ass. There was no doubt that despte my one male physical characteristic, my ass was way too soft and bouncy and clearly would easily and did look like it should be a skirt. Blushing harder I realised that in the mirror, from the side, my ass looked huge. A thought that had never stuck me before. As I examined myself, I could feel the bracelet and ankle tag begin to vibrate.

I had worked out what that meant......I was against the clock. With care I rolled the stockings up my legs, smoothing them and then clipping on the six strap suspender belt. The belt was obviously of very high quality and the deep lace and wide straps only seemed to emphasis my sissy lack of size and power. Rummaging around in the drawer, I selected a pair of lacy panties, ones that matched my creamy suspender belt. Thinking to myself that I mustn’t be too trashy, I selected a plain, white lacy bra. I mean nothing too sexy for the office.

Clipping that in place, I blushed as I looked in the mirror as the underwear only seemed to re-emphasise my weak girlie sissyness. The bracelet and ankle tag began to jolt me, shaking me out of appraisal. Opening the closet, I looked at the office wear and opted for a long white blouse with nice pearl buttons. The quality of the item, was to my mind at least, ever so good and I relished the feeling of putting on the soft top. Giggling a little bit, I went through the office wear, noting again the very short skirt lengths and tight cut of the girlie trouser suits.

Not wishing to appear to slutty, I picked out a nice light purple skirt and jacket. Admittedly the jacket was a bit large but had really nice gold buttons on and in the closet I found a pair of heels that matched.

Naturally, I had to look at my self in the mirror and then turned red as I noticed the skirt barely reached my stocking tops and risked flashing my panties when I moved. I knew I would have to apologise to the Master and ask his forgiveness for such a short skirt. It wasn’t really appropriate for a powerful mans secretary.

Surprising myself, and grinning I looked at myself again in the mirror. No doubt it Ol’ Blonde Brain, I thought to myself, even on tip toes you just make it to five feet and seven whole inches and you’re hardly that well built. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I fixed my ponytail and locked it in place with a matching purple hair grip. It was weird but I could swear the dog kept watching me dress. The only jarring note to my outfit was the chunky, heavy ankle tag. Humiliatingly I realised that was exactly the intention. Despite all the nice clothes, it reminded me precisely of my position and I knew of its power over me.

Rushing out the door I walked into the main hall and down towards the office wing, my heels echoing and sharply clicking as I walked. Looking at myself in the huge mirror on the wall by the door to the wing, I nervously smoothed my skirt over my big, sissy bouncy ass and held my bracelet up to the door lock.

[didoanna]

Holding my breath I waited and the door unlocked. Rushing through it I knocked on the door of the Master's study. "Come" came the one deep word. In his hand was my CV. Standing in front of him I explained knew some extra duties were expected of me. I mean I thought, the Master meant waitressing for his guests and stuff like that. I was stunned by what he did next. Without a care in the world, he sat in a nice chair next to his desk and pointed to the floor and calmly announced he wanted a blow job.

I could feel the bracelet and ankle tag begin to jolt me. I knew then I had no chance and Master knew it too. Despite all my nice clothes and manners, Master expected a skanky blow job.

Swallowing hard, I looked down and could clearly see the outline of his cock as his trousers showed his size and power. As I looked I felt a short stab of pain in my ankle and sniffing a little bit I dropped to my knees with my back to the door.

Quickly, I of course eased Master’s big fat cock out. It’s massive I thought to myself, a proper mans cock. With a soft giggle at that thought I felt Master lock is fist around my ponytail as my ankle tag started to vibrate again warning me to get on and pleasure Master. Naturally looking up at the Master, keeping my eyes open I slid the hard dick right into my mouth, most of the way in, carefully locking my lips around it and then started to suck and move my head up and down.

Blushing I realised that I’m making loud, slurping, loud such loud slurping sounds. My tongue running around Masters shaft as my head moves up and down, hand following mouth up and down. Fear in my eyes as I look at the Master, desperate to please and not be shocked. Feeling the Masters maleness invade my mouth, the feel of velvet over steel as the hard cock probes my mouth, a domain it commands as I suck. Hand moving in time now with my mouth, from base to the tip of the utterly masculine cock and then tip to base as it rests in my hot wet mouth, tongue working to please the Master. As expected I of course look up at the Master, eyes wide open.

My head bouncing up and down, left hand gripped around the Masters hard, firm cock in my mouth, hand rising and falling in time to my mouth. My earrings glinting in the soft light. Slurping and sucking on Masters hard dick. Moving my mouth at an ever quicker pace, hunched between your legs, over the Masters maleness, a cock full of Masters cum in my mouth, my hand next to mouth as I slide up and down on Masters big hard cum filled cock. Fondling Masters balls in my right hand as my left hand works with my mouth to please Master.

Greedily tasting Masters hardness, tongue tracing out the veins and the ridges proclaiming the hardness, working on Masters cock now, no place for false pride or modesty. Hard, wet sucking sounds filling Masters study. Running my tongue round Masters cock again and again, my wrist flying up and down. No pauses, no taking the shaft of Masters cock from my throat. Sucking and slurping on the cock in my mouth, daringly keeping my eyes closed, my left hand playing with Masters cock, my fist holding the stiff cock. My head bobbing, the huge, magnificent shaft wet and shiny from my efforts. My neck stretched, tongue working to send the Master over the edge, feeling the Masters glorious tension, the sheer power of the Master.

The Masters cock in my mouth, my nose against the very root of the Masters maleness. Sucking and slurping hard even as the cum hits the back of my mouth. Hot male seed, from the Masters male core, hungrily swallowed, so greedily, not even tasted, the flow slowly dropping. Keeping my lips locked around the fat shaft, draining it, desperate for the cum, like an addict for a fix.

Slowly licking and sucking to the very tip of Masters cock, the thick cock and the sperm is like the wire of addiction in the blood, a wire glowing white hot. Naturally then with a soft whimper I relinquish the Masters cock and reaching up to the desk to clean him and then carefully put the cock away.

Staying kneeling, head bowed, hands at my sides, skirt tight across my ass, stocking tops and panties barely hidden as the Master relaxes in his chair, finally releasing my ponytail. Head bowed not daring to move from in front of the Master, my ankle tag finally still.

[didoanna]

With a low murmur the Master said simply "Dismissed" and without even looking at me went back to working at his desk. Blushing hard, I rose to my feet and in the short tight skirt, executed a curtsey that clearly showed my stocking tops. With that I left the Master's study and very quietly went into the office. Unsurprisingly there was another piece of paper on the desk, "For the time being your rooms will be the ones you are in. No work will be expected of you yet as the security on the computer system is being set up. This is for your protection. Forget any codes and you will be punished. You will cry".

With that chilling thought I headed back to my rooms knowing full well the Master could now take me at any time or expect a blow job or a hand job at any time. Nice, lovely clothes or not, I was now effectively his office skank. And hell the clothes were delicious, nice and extremely well made. Really, really nice things to have. Still, it was a wonderful set of rooms and near to the office too.

Pulling off my jacket and stepping out of my skirt, I went to the closet. This time all the locks were open and I could get at everything in every drawer. I did notice some of the tennis dresses were very short and of course coloured a nice rose pink. The point was not lost on me at all. The Master knew I was weak and compliant and all the extremely girlie clothes proved the point. But I loved them anyway. I mean they were so well made and classy. Even the long white high heeled boots looked good. Rummaging right to the back of the closet my bracelet rattled off something hard and firm.

Pulling the clothes out of the way, I noticed a solid clear plastic sheet in one part of the closet. Hanging on a manikin, underneath the plastic sheet was the usual uniform of the street skank....a faded and torn denim mini skirt, dirty high heeled ankle boots, two sets of huge and I mean fucking huge, hooped earrings and tight sparkly silver top with a faded black Nike hooded top completing the outfit.

I couldn't get at the clothes, the locks on the sheet were solid but with the dog behind me as well, the message was crystal clear...behave and you get the life of a well paid, under worked executive secretary. Please the Master and all will be well...fuck up and you're on the street like a skanky ho selling your ass for the Master. Forever.

"Hmm..." I thought out loud, "if the Master wants me to behave, I'll behave. I'll behave, I promise" Looking at all the clothes and the room I was in and the few pieces of nice jewellery I had now got, I knew I'd behave and that the Master pretty much now owed me. I mean if the Master wanted sex or BJ's on demand, of course I do it. I was in no position to argue. And hell, Ol' Blonde Brain I thought to myself, you've sucked cock and been fucked before. The only difference this time is that the Master knows he can always have you without worrying about romance or seduction.

I think even the dog knew my position because without a sign of warning, he jumped on the bed with me as I laid back and flicked through the TV channels feeling a little sleepy with his big head resting on my lap. I'm nearly certain I heard more screams, maybe male this time but again I could not be sure at all. Feeling sleepy again, warm in just my long blouse and underwear, I fell asleep wondering what time dinner would be. And the penny dropped hard....I'd not seen a single clock anywhere and my watch had gone.

The bracelet and the tag would tell me all I needed to know.

[didoanna]

I awoke to a soft insistent buzzing and a tingling in my wrist and ankle. Slowly coming awake from my dozing I noticed the big dog was still on the bed with me, fast asleep. I gave his head a soft pat and slid off the bed, stretching and yawning, half awake. The piece of paper caught my eye.

Again, the typing was neat and the message extremely short, "Dinner will be served in the main room. You will attend. Do not over dress for this evening. Your ankle tag must be highly visible. Do not forget this point. Failure to do so will have consequences".

Looking at the dog fast asleep on my bed I thought about the very stern consequences of any failure on my part to please or conform. I was trapped and the Master and his staff knew it. With a glance at the closet I slowly stripped off and just dumped my things on the floor and stood in the shower, the bracelet going into its holder. The warm soapy water cleaning me thoroughly, my hair sparklingly clean.

Sitting on the edge of the bed in a huge towel I giggled as I watched the dog slowly start to wake and look at me. With a soft growl he sat up and then rolled over back to sleep. The growl reminding me who was in charge. Slowly I reached into my pantie drawer and selected a pair of plain gold coloured cotton knickers and slipped them on. Matching the panties with a plain gold coloured bra, ever mindful of the order not to overdress, being ever so quiet to not risk disturbing the dog. The fear rushing back to me as I recalled the pain of the barn and the power of the Master and his big dog.

The tag had to be visible so I opted for the short power blue and tennis dress with gold piping on the seams and humiliatingly matching powder blue and gold ankle socks and hair band. The chunky tag still absolutely visible along with the bracelet. Of course wearing the tag completely ruined the nice-ness of the outfit, there was no getting away from that but at least the outfit was of a high quality. With a touch of make-up already on, I then decided not to test Masters temper and re-did my make-up from scratch, aware all of the time that the dog was now awake and getting restless.

Rummaging around the closet I found a new pair of Nike pink trainers. With nice lovely pink and yellow laces. Finally with a last look in the mirror I spray a quick fizz of perfume all over me. The light airy scent is new to me and smells lovely but for some reason the huge dog jumps from the bed right onto the floor and back again, barking loudly, now full of energy. With my back pressed to the wall, he simply sits ever so closely in front of me, eyes alert and full of energy. Moving along the wall, I edge slowly towards the door, closely followed by the big dog. I wonder what I have done that made him so bouncy and so alert and full of power.

With a deep breath I manage to get the door into the main hallway open and with the dog close at my heels I walk softly to the main door to the main dining room and stop in front of them, the dog at my side. Pushing them open I enter and walk to the side of the table, skirt swaying, blushing hard at the thought of my ponytail bouncing and panties flashing as I walk, head bowed, to the side of the table. Standing silent and still, hands at sides.

Humilitated by the fact that for all the expense of the outfit, the effect is ruined by the chunky trailer-trash convict alarm ankle tag. Blushing hard as I think about that fact, I keep my head bowed and remain silent.

[SirStef]

I'd received a resume from a woman who called herself "happygirl" No particular job skills impressed me, but we can always use another "maid" so I called her in for an interview.

[subserviant]

when SirStef informed me of the new girl applying for a position ,I couldnt help but get a little excited ,a new plaything maybe .After Nora had laid on the 30 strokes ,I needed some one to hold and love .being laid up for 2 weeks while the welts healed on my back ,bum and upper thighs, I would have gotten close to just about anyone and a new girl was just what the doc odered as long as it didnt earn me more punishment in the form of another whipping with the cat .

[didoanna]

Keeping very, very still, hands at my sides, I kept my head bowed and eyes very much lowered. The only sounds in the room were the soft murmurs from the TV and a few very quiet voices from around the table, speaking too softly for me to hear their words clearly.

The dog simply sat next to me as wave after wave of sleepiness swept over me and I glanced the lovely warm and comfy sofa out of the corner of my eye. Of course, naturally I did not move and simply stood there as the voices kept talking. Blushing hard at the realisation of just how short my dress was and the size of the chunky ankle tag, marking me out as just an other item of Masters property.

Driving the message home to me that Master now owned me and I was now property. And as property I could either be well maintained or degrated as Master saw fit. Naturally, all the time I was dealing with these thoughts I remained utterly still and silent. My fear of the pain of the tag preventing me from speaking before I knew what was acceptable speech for property to make.

[subrob99]

As subserviant and Mistress Nora discuss the new applicants I lay on the floor and the pain starts to subside a bit and thought Mistress Nora was done for now. That is when I was wrong as subserviant left the dungeon to tend to the new guests Mistress Nora turned back and kicked me in the side and tells me to get up. I slowly get up holding my side she tells me get on this table and lay on my back. This where Nora secures my wrists to the straps on the table. Then she takes a strap and put it around my stomach. Mistress Nora then she takes my left leg and bends it as far back as she can with out breaking it and secures my leg with rope to a round hook on the table. She then proceeds to do the same to my right leg leaving both my cock and ass completely open. Mistress Nora then grabs some fishing twine and ties it around my balls to make them protrude a bit. Next she pulls out this huge dildo that she was going to use on subserviant. Mistress Nora then speaks "SirStef says I couldn't use this on subserviant because he didn't want to tear her up, but for you he just doesn't want you dead." With that said without any type of lube she takes the dildo and starts to insert it into my ass slowly. Up until now the only cock in my ass has been Brutis so still pretty tight. The farther she sticks the dildo in my ass I can feel my ass being stretched and possibly torn. When Nora gets the dildo just about as far as it will go and pulls it out and then with all then shoves it back in has hard as she can. I just start screeming and she tells me to stop screeming or she will give me something to scream about. That is when she leaves the dildo shoved up my ass and grabs a small whip and says shut up as the whip hits my exposed balls. After about twenty licks to the balls she pulls the dildo out of my ass and makes me clean it off with my tongue I can see there is a little blood on the dildo from my ass. After cleaning it off she leaves me secured there like I was and says I will be back for you later. I am going to make sure subserviant is on her best behavior with our new guests.

[happygirl]

subserviant,yes please i am ready as per your order for my punishment,anyone guide me please i am new & alone here.so frighten.ohhhh my god what happen with me?what kind of punishment deserve for me? please let me out from here,hello

[subserviant]

I was ordered to greet the new applicant ,a rather strange name I thought ,called her self happygirl but then we all had nomdeplumes in the mansion ,it was part of the agreement when we signed on ,to protect us and the masters I supposed .On her resume she had written about herself and a little surprisingly quit a bit about her likes and dislikes .I met her at the gate ,and true to her name she seemed happy ,I wonder how long that will last I mussed .Its to bad you dont like *dogs* and toilet play I ventured when we had made introductions,the master has a fodness for his dogs.Well she began on the way here I had some second thoughts about those very things and perhaps for the right person eeerr Dom I wouldnt have any say in what is to be demanded of me .I brightned, seeing a sub female being fucked by a dog and being made to suck its cock was a special turn on for me ,and seeing the utter humiliation of being used as a toilet ,well that is the ultimate in degradation and humiliation .I led her to SirStef's office being mindfull that our every move was being monitered and having no desire to spend more time with Nora even tho the beating was fast reseding from my memory and as usually happened I began to long for the erotic feeling that being used and abused that came over me .

[didoanna]

Well, standing there in front of the Master and some of his staff, I have to say I felt ever so sleepy. And the couch looked very inviting. As I day dreamed Masters voice shattered the quiet of the room, "Hmm...kiss my cock. Not suck it just kiss it once".

I felt the tag begin to tingle and blushing extremely red, in front of some of the Masters staff, I kneeled down and as ordered delivered a single, long, loving kiss to the tip of the Masters cock being careful not to suck on it or do anything other than kiss it once. Surprisingly, his next words stunned me, "Take her to the barn and demonstrate what mis-behaviour leads to." I shook in fear but Master was ready, "Ohh, don't worry you won't be hurt this time....if you do as you are told".

As I stood feeling extremely frightened, with my head bowed a female voice then spoke softly in my ear, "I am Nora....a close friend of the Master. Come with me girlie" Turning to follow her to the doors to the garden and the path to the barn, Masters voice cracked like a whip, "Dido kneel." I did so straight away, hands at my sides head bowed, property of the Master, under his control. There was a chilling change in tone, "Nora...remember a demonstration only. She is not to be touched. She is not a Subs or a Subrob. Keep control of yourself." I couldn't hear all Nora replied but I got the uncertain impression she agreed to the Masters requests.

"Dido up." The Masters voice called out so I stood and waited at the doors. Rather surprisingly, Nora then clicked her fingers and out of no-where a servant brought a big long heavy jacket. Naturally it was pink and the hood was trimmed in false cream fur. Nora spoke to me softly, “You’ll need that for the rain. The barn is cold too”. With that, in her very smart trouser suit she led me out along the paths to the barn. “Stay n the centre of the path as you were ordered to before you stupid bitch”. I tried hard to follow Miss Nora’s orders and had the horrible feeling she would have much preferred to have demonstrated on me directly.

As we approached the barn I began to falter and drop back a little. I heard Nora giggle loundly, “Ohh…I forget…..this is forbidden territory to you”. With that she used a keypad from her pocket and dragged me across the forbidding black line.

The barn had been divided into two areas as a screen had been erected across one end of the long open space. Nora of course dragged me towards it, her spirits now very high and. Telling me to stand still and face the sheet, like a ring-mistress, she tugged it down.

“Well girlie…what do you think?” “Umm Miss Nora….ummm” I simply didn’t know what to say. She continued, “Pig carcasses make excellent demonstration tools” With that she stalked to the table and picked up a thin, harsh cane. Looking at me, she easily carved the cane through the night. Laughing she told me to hold out my left hand, palm up. She looked as if she was going to hit me, I thought she was going to hit me, but with infinite care she simply stopped the swing of her arm and slowly lowered the cane into my palm. Squeaking with fear, I looked at Nora. She spoke very softly, “You see girlie…this can do some real damage. I put people into a sick-bed with this, I’ve even drawn blood with it”. Feeling sick, I tried not to shake as she rolled the cane across my palm. With a grin, she turned and dropped the rod on to the table.

With a bark in her voice she ordered me to take my jacket off and bend over and grab my ankles. I rushed to comply blushing hard as I realised my short skirt would never come close to covering my panties. With a blindingly quick movement, she spun and I heard something whip through the air. And then stop, to be laid ever so gently across my panties. “What you are feeling now bitch is the smooth surface of a plexi-glass cane. It’s designed to hurt and keep sissys in check. Understand?”

I nodded and tried not to tremble to much. “Stand up bitch. Stand fucking still.” “Ohh….please….” Turning on me she whispered venomously, “Shut up you stupid, fucking soft bitch. I should be indoors having fun, not dealing with a soft sissy.” Pausing she told me to shut my eyes tight. I did so and then I heard a very odd noise, a soft whispering sounds followed by the sounds of something heavy being possibly torn up. As I kept my eyes shut, I could hear Noras breathing getting harsher, then silence.

“Open your eyes bitch.” I did so and could see the pig carcass covered with deep cuts and welts. The cuts were wide and full, not shallow scratches. Grinning she looked at me, “That girlie bitch, was done with this…” With a flourish she drew her hand from behind her back and showed me the heavy steel rod she had used. As she watched me turn pale, she grinned. “Oh…this keeps sissy little princesses in line. It’s highly polished surgical steel.” With a snicker she added, “Nothing but the best, it’s very effective…wanna see more?” Shaking my head, I dared not speak out loud.

Throwing the rod down, she then spoke to me again softly and calmly, “Princess, get your jacket on…it’s very wet out there. You need to keep warm”. Rushing to put the jacket on, I saw her waiting for me. “Right then, lets get you back to the house”.

This time though weirdly, she simply walked beside me, looking at my pale face a few times, grinning to herself. Once through the doors and back into the main dining room, a servant helped me out of my jacket. Standing in front of the Master, head bowed, I listened as Nora explained what she had done and the effects that she had witnessed. Master’s voice called out, “Dido kiss”.

I dropped to my knees straight away and in front of Nora, blushing hard, I again kissed the Masters cock, being careful not to suck on it. Just kiss it. I head Nora laughing. “What a little princess. What a bitch.” Master then dismissed me, so not sure what to do I curtsied and stood still. “Ah, of course Dido you don’t know do you?” spoke the Master, “when I dismiss you I want you to go to your room unless I tell you otherwise. I agree with Nora.” He paused and continued, “You’re much to fragile and sissy to use properly but you do as your are told.”

Humiliated and blushing red after hearing all my defects being examined like I was just property that need adjustment, I had to stop myself from crying all the way back. Still, it was nice to drop on to the bed and stretch out to watch TV, even if the big, huge dog still took most of the bed up. I noticed he sniffed me and became way more alert too before stretching out next to me. Sleepily, I wondered when they would come and get him.

[happygirl]

He takes a drive until I come to front of a cast Iron gate. I pull up and the opens the cast iron gate, girl come near to me from inside mansion & help me to open gate ‘’come inside, wait for you I am ‘subserviant’my duty to greet you. ‘She introduces me. "I am happygirl. Master SirStef is expecting me “I replied ‘’yes come inside’ she smile & we went towards office type room.
‘’hummmmmmmmm’’ she read my agreement. ‘’You had written about yourself in your dislikes you indicate that you don’t like *dogs* and toilet play ok but it’s very bad & want to punish you from ‘SirStef’. A sub female being fucked by a dog and being made to suck its cock was a special turn on understand & seeing the utter humiliation of being used as a toilet, well that is the ultimate in degradation and humiliation.’’ ‘She told me with eagerness. But I was so frighten.
‘’Please no punishment, I agree everything with you humiliate me including dog play & toilet play also. You use me as you please & like. No question about my like & dislike, really I like your mansion, I keep back my sentence’’ I requested her but no use I led her to SirStef's office.
As per SirStef's order she led me in small room & pushes me inside “keep your bum here for your Punishment’ she locks the room from outside & disappeared.
continue........

[subserviant]

I almost laughed out loud at her mention of no punishment ,I thought stupid cunt, did she really believe she would not be punished.Beside's being here to serve in our stated capacity our sole purpose was to be used sexualy in any manner that the masters wanted and to be punished was a huge part of that activity.Now with Nora In the picture I wondered if SirStef was expanding the punishment part ,for she certainly was an expert sadist .This new *slave* would find out in a hurry .I went to SirStef's office ,after locking happy in the anty room .I had decieded if he was'nt on the premise ,I would show *miss I dont want to be punished * a thing or 2 about what she would endure at the hands of the masters and Nora .I began to grow excited as SirStef wasnt around ,I put out of my mind what would happen to me if I where found to be torturing,eerrr punishing the new slut .I rushed back to the locked room .