THE SLAVE OF LOTTA
Chapter 1 - The Discovery
The "Fetish Bizarre" boutique was set apart from the run of the mill sex shops
by the absence of gaudiness and overt displays of sexual materials. The shop
front was, in fact, twenty feet of opaque black glass, interrupted in its centre
by a single door, also of black glass with a tasteful sign above it that
displayed the shop's name and trading hours, and warned that a fee was payable
by persons who wished to browse. The fee was substantial, $50.00, and was
designed to deter the casual and undesirable element from entering.
The shop front was well lit and a young man, about twenty five years of age, and
six feet tall, well built and well dressed walked slowly up to the door. After
hesitating for a few moments, he opened the door and disappeared inside. Once
inside he was greeted by a tasteful and spacious interior with a barrier just
inside the door. The young man stood at the barrier fidgeting with
embarrassment, his wallet already in his hand. A woman of indeterminate age
approached. She was extremely tall and dressed entirely in black leather which
hugged her slightly angular frame. She was not terribly good looking but
neither was she ugly, and she did exude an aura of sensuality that made the
young man tremble slightly when he gazed at her.
"The fee for entry into this establishment is $50.00, whether you purchase
anything or not." The woman said in a deep and powerful voice. The young man
almost dropped his wallet in his haste to extract the currency required. He
tentatively handed her a fifty dollar bill which she took with a smile that
seemed to mock, and pressed a small button which, in turn, released a catch and
allowed the barrier to swing wide. The young man entered the softly lit
interior and was met with a tastefully decorated and spacious room.
Its walls were lined on one side with the paraphanalia of sexual fetishism.
Leather clothing, sensual lingerie, rubber costumes, whips and restraints and a
wide variety of dildos, clamps and gags. On the other side of the room the wall
was covered with books and magazines, all devoted to bondage and discipline and
sadism and masochism. The young man moved slowly around the room looking
intently at the wares displayed while the woman smirked at him from her position
in the corner of the room. She had already picked him as a submissive and
thought to herself that he would make a fine slave for a Mistress or Master,
young, clean cut and, from the substantial bulge in his trousers, well hung.
The young man was acutely aware of her scrutiny and blushed with embarrassment.
His heart, however, beat rapidly as his excitement mounted. He reminded himself
of why he was here, geeing up his courage as he approached the far end of the
room. On one side of the wall was a notice board that reached from floor to
almost a foot above his head. Above the board was a sign which read "SLAVE'S
GALLERY", and covering the board were the explicit advertisements of prospective
slaves. The young man shivered with sensual and submissive exhilaration as his
eyes took in photograph after photograph of young men and women who were
offering themselves as slaves.
Most pictures depicted nude, or near nude people. The penises of the males were
invariably erect and most were smoothly shaven in their groins. The girls were
also shaven and many were pierced in the sex lips and nipples. Below each
picture was a small block of text which described the needs of the slave in
fairly graphic terms and, for the professional submissives, quoted prices for
various activities. The man looked at all the ads with avid interest, reading
each caption and marvelling at the depths to which the advertisers were willing
to sink to in their submission.
Almost reluctantly he moved on to a similar notice board on the other side of a
door in the back wall. This board contained the ads of Mistresses and Masters in
much the same form. Most on this board were professionals and the prices quoted
were substantial. The man looked at each ad, reading its caption and quivering
with servile lust at the photographs of domineering men and women who promised
pain and suffering in return for total submission.
He then noticed a small sign on the door between the two boards and read its
message with growing anticipation. It read: "Mistresses Lifestyle Gallery -
$50.00 Entry". Gathering up his courage the young man again approached the
woman and tentatively asked, "Madam, what is the Mistresses Lifestyle Gallery,
please?" The haughty female smiled at his awkwardness and replied. "That is
where Mistresses who require full time slaves advertise. These Mistresses are
not interested in occasional sessions with slaves. They want full and total
submission on a full time, live in basis. We charge for people to enter the
gallery as proof of their intent. I'm sure that you will want to see what lies
beyond the door." The woman added lifting her leg so that her brilliantly
polished, extremely high heeled pump rested on the counter before the man. "In
addition to the monetary fee charged for entry into the gallery you are required
to give me a small display of submissiveness to demonstrate your servile
nature."
The young man blushed scarlet at this request. The woman could see him
wrestling with himself, trying to decide wether to rush from the shop, or give
in to his deep seated need to submit. After thirty, or so seconds of anguished
indecision he bent his head down and tenderly kissed the shiny leather toe of
her boot. He kept his lips pressed to the cool leather for what seemed to him
to be and eternity before the woman ordered, "That's enough little male piglet.
Pay your fee." The man, his face red and literally radiating the heat of his
humiliation, handed another fifty dollars to the smiling woman and shuffled off
to the door, which clicked open as soon as he reached it.
The room he entered was quite small, and each of its walls were lined with ads.
These were different from the ones in the main show room in that they were not
accompanied by pictures of the advertisers, but had rather more text. The man
perused each ad carefully, his penis stirring in his pants as he read of the
humiliation, pain and suffering the Mistresses wished to inflict on slaves in
return for their undying loyalty, servility and gratitude. The man continued to
read ads and was almost weeping with despair at not seeing any that suited him,
for he was not after pain and suffering. He wanted humiliation above all else.
Then he saw it, and as he read his heart pounded and he became light headed with
arousal, his penis immediately became rock hard and ached and throbbed with
wanton lust.
The ad read: "Mistress Lotta requires the full time services of a sex and
bondage slave to administer to her bountiful charms. The slave must be young
and clean. The size of its penis is not important for it will never use it on
my body. I only require its mouth and tongue to administer to my pleasure. I
am highly sexed and require that my sexual needs are attended to constantly, to
the extent of ten to twenty orgasms a day. I do not punish physically but
rather use sex to control the slave, and extremes of humiliation to train it to
my needs. Slaves applying to enter my service must be prepared for a lifetime
of service and body worship and must be prepared to endure extreme humiliation,
both in private and in public. They must be prepared to submit to my will
without reservation, and to subjugate their every fibre to my lush pultritude at
any time night or day. They must obey every order I give them immediately.
They must totally surrender their own sexuality to my control. To apply for the
honour of becoming my sex and bondage slave the applicant will be required to
undergo an initial test and then be interviewed by me, at which time the rules
governing their existence will be explained in detail. At the end of the
interview if the slave acquiesces in all respects it will immediately become my
property. The initial test will be conducted by the owner of this boutique. To
signify the desire to apply take this ad and hand it to her now."
The young man reached for the card with trembling fingers and plucked it from
the wall. His heart pounded as he left the small gallery and walked to the
woman who still rested her high heeled boot on the counter. He handed her the
card and immediately kissed her toe again. She looked at him and noticing the
stiff penis straining at his fly snapped, "Lose that, pig! We're not interested
in your sluttish lust, but in your servile nature." The man kept his lips glued
to the shoe while he flushed scarlet, but his penis softened slowly in his
pants. The woman lifted the receiver of a phone and dialled a number which was
answered almost immediately.
"Lotta, Cassandra here. I have a pig's lips glued to my shoe. The animal has
just handed me your ad." There was a pause while Mistress Lotta replied. "Oh,
he may be trainable, although his puny cock got stiff when he read you ad."
Another pause and then, "Yes its not stiff now. Shall I give the pig the test?
OK, Bye now." She turned her attention to the man as she replaced the phone.
"Stand up and follow me!" She snapped. "We're going to test your resolve, and
give you a taste of what submission to Mistress Lotta means." She moved over to
the rear centre of the room where a yard square piece of carpet lay on the
polished wooden floor and motioned to the trembling male to stand on it with his
legs open.
The leather clad woman took a stiff leather collar and quickly fastened it
around the man's neck ensuring that it was securely fastened and fitted snugly.
Attached to either side of the collar were metal clasps which hung down towards
the man's shoulders. The shop attendant took two wrist cuffs, also fitted with
metal clasps and strapped them to his wrists. She then took each of his wrists
in turn and attached them to the collar. The black clad attendant then stood in
front of the shivering man and gazed into his eyes, her own icy blue ones
flashing cruelly. She reached down and deftly unzipped his fly, thrust her hand
into his gaping trousers, and extracted the blushing male's substantially sized
penis and bulbous testicles. When she had finished the sex parts hung out of
the pants, drooping down erotically. The thick tube of the penis hung limply
over the hairy testicles with its purplish, spongy head swaying slightly about
three inches below the base of the scrotum.
When the woman was satisfied that the male's genitals were completely and
totally displayed she stood back and laughed, mockingly at the trembling
creature, blushing furiously before her. She then went across the room and
dragged a weird looking contraption over and positioned it next to the bizarrely
displayed man. The device was a sort of a lectern except that, instead of a
platform to hold a book at its apex, there were three prongs, almost like a
large fork. The central tine had twenty rubber rings on it. The left tine had
a small sign with the word "NO" below it, and the right a similar sign with the
word "YES".
Once she had this in place the exotic attendant again stood before the mortified
man. She smiled at his acute embarrassment and then said, "Listen carefully,
little piglet, for what I am going to say is extremely important. As you
already know from Mistress Lotta's card she doesn't use pain to control her
slaves. She is more sophisticated than that, and prefers to have her slaves
humiliate themselves for her pleasure. She expects that her slaves will not
only be totally and completely devoted to her and serve her every whim without
question, but they must also willingly, and joyfully, display their utter
submission to her by frequent, and demeaning displays of public signification of
that surrender. She gains her greatest pleasure from a chattel who ensures that
all who see it know that it is owned by, and willingly submits to its glorious
Mistress."
The attendant was, by now, quite aroused and her voice betrayed her absolute
delight at the humiliation she was witnessing in the trembling man, and she
continued, "Further, you snivelling swine, in keeping with Mistress Lotta's
wishes you will remain as you are until twenty customers have viewed your
submissive display. You will ask each to judge your submission and decide
whether that slug of a prick you are offering is worthy of being surrendered to
Mistress Lotta. Be aware that your performance in this will have a distinct
bearing on whether or not you are to be granted an interview by Mistress Lotta.
You will be judged by the answers the people give by how they place the rings.
Your have to get a least fifteen on the "YES" side for Mistress Lotta to even
consider granting you an interview. I'll now leave you to it, pig." The woman
concluded and returned to the front of the boutique and took up her normal
position.
About five minutes later the shop door opened and a woman entered. She was
dressed in a severe business suite and her black hair was tied back in a bun.
After conversing for a while with the attendant she moved into the store. She
smiled at the displayed male who blushed furiously and lowered his eyes. His
cracked voice stuttered out. "Is the penis I am displaying suitable for
surrender to Mistress Lotta?" He asked. The woman glared at him and took one
of the rings and placed it on the "NO" tine and then stalked off.
The young man was mortified and wondered what he had done wrong. His brain
worked feverishly and he finally decided that his supplication must have lacked
sufficient servility, and resolved to change this next time. He was now
desperate to become Mistress Lotta's sex slave for he realised that she was his
ideal Mistress. The next visitor to the store was again a woman. This one was
tall and elegant and when she approached the man asked in a whining voice,
"Mistress, is the cock I offer worthy of surrender to Mistress Lotta?" This
woman took a ring and, with a slight hesitation also, much to the dismay of the
humiliated man, placed it on the "NO" tine.
The male shuddered with frustration but, after due consideration, realised that
he must be on the correct track because of the woman's momentary hesitation
before rejecting his supplication. He resolved to improve the next time. This
time a male, quite old and not very well dressed, came into the store. He
stifled a look of disbelief when he saw the man standing on the display mat, and
was even more shocked when he heard him ask, "Master, is the prick hanging
between my legs worthy of being permitted to surrender to the glorious Mistress
Lotta?" The old man took a ring and, to the delight of the young man, placed it
on the "YES" tine.
After he had left the attendant glanced at the standing male and sneered, "You
were lucky with him, pig. You're going to have to improve your performance
considerably to have any chance of getting the required fifteen "YES" answers.
Personally, I don't think you have a snowflakes chance in hell." The young man
trembled with shame and resolved to lose all his inhibitions with the next
customer.
The next visitor was again a woman. This one was obviously a slave herself from
the submissive way she acted, and the grovelling tones her voice took on when
speaking to the shop's assistant. When she approached the obscenely displayed
male he begged her, thrusting out his groin in a show of wanton submission,
"Please Mistress, is the pathetic slug drooping between this pig's legs worthy
of becoming the property of the marvellous Mistress Lotta?" The man's face
burned with shame as he spoke, but his heart leapt with joy when the girl took a
ring and placed it on the "YES" prong.
Throughout the next two hours customers came and went and the degraded man asked
his question to each. For the most part he was successful but their were some
failures. Finally there was only one ring remaining, and it needed to be placed
on the affirmative ring for success to be achieved. A short, squat male wearing
a neck to ankle cape of black leather, and with a totally bald skull entered the
boutique. He wore shiny black high heeled boots that click clacked on the
polished floor when he entered the shop. The young man watched with growing
apprehension when he went directly to the seated woman.
The disgraced man saw that the new visitor was clearly a slave to the boutique
attendant from the way he acted when in her presence. He kept his head lowered
while she spoke to him and answered in deferential tones, addressing her as
"regal Mistress" while she called him her pet animal and her little slut. They
both approached the standing male who kept his own eyes downcast and trembled
with a mixture of abject shame and apprehensive anticipation. "Pig!" The woman
addressed the displayed man. "This is my own personal slave. I have decided to
let him decide your pathetic fate, and to help him decide he has begged me to
allow him to give you two tests to gauge your servility, and therefore your
suitability to become a slave yourself."
"Show the pig your wares little puppy!" The imperious woman commanded. The
young man gasped in excited shock when the slave shrugged off his cloak. The
man was almost entirely nude. What he did wear was however, designed to
humiliate him, and to excite erotic lust in the viewers of his muscular body.
His legs were encased in white, fishnet stockings, held up by pink satin
garters. Around his waist was a half corset of black kid leather, cinched almost
impossibly tightly. His body was completely hairless and inch diameter steel
rings placed in his prominent nipples. In his smoothly shaven crotch his penis
tube, thick and heavily veined was bent down over his fat testicles, and
disappeared back though his muscular thighs.
The tall woman put her hand on her slave's shoulder, "Turn around and bend over
puppy, and show this miserable swine what a slut you are when I permit you to
display your little male cunt!" The squat male immediately complied with his
owner's order. The prospective slave's heart raced with agitation when his wide
eyes were presented with the sight of the chattel's large, widely split
buttocks. He gasped as he saw that the man's penis head was locked behind his
testicle pouch by a small padlock connecting two rings, one through the skin
behind the ball bag and the other through the loose flap of skin behind the
glans of his penis. Above this bizarre sight his pouting rosebud anus winked
lecherously.
The boutique attendant stood next to her bending slave with one hand resting on
his humiliatingly presented bottom. He, as if by unspoken command, began to
roll his buttocks, slowly and lasciviously, like a bitch in heat. The woman
next reached down with her other hand and placed her gloved forefinger against
the hard muscled anal ring of the heavily breathing male. He was soon
shimmering his smooth bottom and bore slowly back. The black leather coated
finger slowly disappeared up his tight anus, not stopping until the entire digit
was buried up the clasping chute. The woman wriggled her finger around in her
slave's welcoming rectum for thirty seconds, or so, and then withdrew it, to the
disappointment of the whimpering slave.
She waved the finger in front of the standing male's face, "Don't I have a
pretty finger, pig?" She asked with a sneer. "Yes, Mistress!" The trembling
man replied, and the domineering woman continued, "But now it is soiled with the
secretions of my puppy's little arse hole. I need it cleaned, and now!" She
snapped. The young man quivered with revulsion and dread as he realised what
she meant to have him do. His stomach churned at the thought of licking the
soiled digit clean, but he knew that this was a test, and he had no choice but
to submit to this degrading act if he was to achieve his goal of acceptance by
Mistress Lotta.
He resolved to breath through his mouth so that the stench would not cause him
to gag, or even to retch, and also to close his eyes so that the slightly
brownish specks covering the extended finger didn't make him so aware of the
revolting nature of the act he was performing. "No! No!" The domatrix
snapped. "You don't think I'm going to stand for this, do you, you ungrateful
pig. Open your eyes, and before you clean my finger, sniff it up and down for a
couple of minutes so that you can savour the aroma of slave arse hole, and know
that your only duty is to obey me without question, not to display your contempt
for me by your open and rebellious display of insolence. Sniff it deeply!"
The young male blushed scarlet and craned his neck forward so that his twitching
nostrils were a mere quarter of an inch from the soiled finger. He steeled
himself and began to sniff up and down the length of the extended digit. The
repugnant scent of excrement, he found was not over powering, as he had
initially thought it would be, although it still brought a queasy feeling to his
belly. While he was engaged in the demeaning act the cold voice of the woman
continued:
"Are'nt you filled with gratitude for the gift I am granting you, you putrid
pig? Isn't your submissive heart bursting with joy at the thought that soon I
will even allow you to suck my seasoned finger into your foul mouth and taste
its delicious flavours? I'll bet you wish that the finger had been buried up my
arse hole, rather than that of my slave, and was richly coated with my divine
crap, rather than just flecked with that of my little puppy, don't you pig?"
The tyrannised male quivered with shame and degradation as he managed to stutter
out, "Yes Mistress.....Yes Mistress!" with his scarlet cheeks burning with utter
humiliation.
"Get on with it, sow! Get your rutting tongue to work and clean my finger up!
There had better not be one speck of my puppy's vile crap left on it when you
are finished, or you can kiss any chance of even being granted an interview by
Mistress Lotta goodbye, let alone entering her service!" The young man,
tentatively at first, but then with more and more enthusiasm, lapped the
extended digit with his soft tongue. At first he gagged slightly at the rancid
flavour, but soon accustomed himself to it, and to his chagrin, even began to
relish the taste. A fresh, and delightfully servile surge of shame and
delicious degradation washed over him.
The haughty woman allowed the male to lick the leather coated finger for a few
minutes before withdrawing it from the reach of his lips. She inspected the
shining leather closely before expressing a grudging satisfaction with his
efforts, and then bidding her slave to kneel before the displayed slave
applicant. When he was in position she went over to the counter and retrieved a
small footstool which she positioned before her kneeling serf. She then went
around behind him and bent down, retrieving a small key from a fine chain around
her neck, she removed the lock joining the head of her slave's penis to the rear
of his scrotum. As soon as she had done this her slave's long thick penis swung
back and forth, drooping down between his splayed thighs.
She returned to stand between the two submissives, facing the one kneeling and
placing her erotically shod right foot on the low stool said, "I am going to
reward you little puppy." She smiled down at the servile male. "You may jerk
off your slug of a prick. You may come precisely on the fifteenth stroke of
your hand on your worm, and deposit your scum on the top of my shoe." By the
time she had finished speaking the kneeling slave's penis was already stiff and
throbbing and his fist grasped it mid way up the thick, heavily veined stem.
She turned her head to the standing man and said, "Watch closely, pig, and learn
how a true slave like my little puppy obeys his Mistress."
The kneeling male slowly began to stroke his throbbing erection, careful to
position its purple head over the waiting shoe. The young man watched,
fascinated, while the kneeling chattel masturbated, and gasped in awe when, on
the fifteenth stoke of his fist, gooey white fluid began to spew from the slit
in the penis head, and splash down onto the shiny leather toe of the domatrix's
shoe. Huge gobs of the sticky fluid soon covered the shoe, and the slave
squeezed his ropy stem strongly to ensure that every last drop was extracted
from the pleasure filled organ.
When she was satisfied that he had completely emptied his testicles, the woman
quickly bent down and re-locked his now limp penis in place between his legs and
then ordered him to stand and put his cloak back on. She then turned her
attention to the other male and began to speak. "You, pig, will now beg to be
allowed to do what a slave should in these circumstances. If my puppy judges
that you have behaved correctly he will place the last ring on the affirmative
prong and you will be granted an interview with Mistress Lotta, otherwise you
will leave these premises and never return. Is that clear, piglet?" The male
gasped out, his voice betraying his humiliation as well as his obvious arousal,
"Yes Mistress." After a few seconds the woman snapped, "Well, pig, I haven't got
all day!" The young man blushed scarlet and began to beg, "Please Mistress,
allow this pig the privilege of cleaning the slave scum from your glorious shoe.
Please Mistress, this pig begs you with all its heart and soul!" The woman did
not appear all that happy with his response when she asked her slave to judge
him. The cloaked serf took the ring and seemed to hesitate for an age before
slipping it over the affirmative prong. The sigh of relief from the standing
male was almost palpable and he flushed with a sense of achievement. This
euphoric state of mind was soon shattered by the woman who, after banishing her
own slave from the boutique continued:
"You're lucky pig," She snapped. "If it had been me making the choice you
would have failed miserably. Now put that slug hanging between your legs away."
She ordered, while un-snapping his wrists from the collar. The man thrust his
semi erect penis and swollen testicles back into his pants, almost with a sense
of loss. The woman then directed his attention to a small parcel with a sealed
envelop on top of it that rested on the end of the counter. "When I dismiss
you, you are to take those items with you. The envelope contains your
instructions. Needless to say any deviation from the instructions, no matter
how inconsequential it may seem to you, will be seen as a direct affront to
Mistress Lotta, and result in her instant rejection of your petition. Now get
on your back on the floor and, even though you don't deserve it, I will grant
you the privilege of cleaning my shoe of my puppy's ball trash."
The trembling youth quickly lay on his back on the floor, staring up at the
regal dominator. She moved over and straddled his face. The man blushed
scarlet as he stared in awe up her skirt to her crotch. In place of the
expected vagina hung a large penis supported by hairy testicles. The Domatrix
gave him a little time to savour the wanton sight before placing her dripping
shoe over his mouth. The humiliated male lapped at the dripping juice with
feeling of submissiveness and servile shame coursing through him. The taste of
male cum was not new to him, of course, for he had often drank his own after
masturbating to fantasies of submission and slavery. But this was the first
time he had tasted the semen of another male and the degradation of the act
thrilled him to his core.
He lapped at the patent leather until it shone with his saliva, and every speck
of the sticky liquid had been removed. Once she was satisfied with the job done
the attendant dismissed the male. When he rose he attempted to remove the
collar around his neck, and the cuffs from his wrists, and was mortified to find
that they had been locked onto him. He was still blushing scarlet when he
grabbed the items from the counter and left the boutique.
