Chapter 3 - The Interview
Mistress Lotta gathered her thoughts together, and with a degree of hopeful
anticipation, addressed the kneeling male, speaking into a microphone positioned
next to her chair. The male jumped with fright at the sound of her voice, his
state of mind being so acutely tuned to his demeaning situation. "Before we
begin thing," Mistress Lotta said. "Let me remind you that the only words I
want to hear from you are either "Yes, Mistress Lotta." or "No, Mistress Lotta."
is that clear, thing?" She asked. A murmured reply came from the kneeling
male, barely audible, "Yes, Mistress Lotta." "Speak up! I can't hear you!"
The domatrix snapped, annoyed at the beginning the applicant had made. "Yes,
Mistress Lotta" The mortified male squealed in a loud voice, perhaps realising
that he had displeased the woman he so desired to serve. "That's better."
Mistress Lotta commented and then began the interview in earnest.
"The first thing I'll talk about is domestic duties. I expect my slave to work
hard to keep my home spic and span, to cook all meals, do all the laundry, and
do the shopping and generally run the house. While inside the apartment
undertaking these duties the slave will always be dressed in full formal slave
costume. When he is required to leave the house in the course of the duties,
one of which will be to serve me lunch at my business premises when I am there,
and almost invariably to serve me sexually while I eat, he will be permitted to
wear outer clothing over his erotic slave finery, although his slave collar must
be visible at all times when he is in public so that all who see him know that
he is a slave. Are you willing to undertake all that I have asked, thing?" She
asked. The male answered almost immediately, making sure that his reply was
loud and clear, "Yes, Mistress Lotta!"
Mistress Lotta duly placed a tick in the bolded box on her sheet and prepared to
move on to the next topic, "Thing," She said. "I am an extremely highly sexed
woman requiring a minimum of ten orgasms a day to satisfy my carnal needs. I am
able to climax through nipple and arse hole stimulation alone, as well as,
obviously, when my pussy and clitoris are the objects of attention, such is my
highly sensual and erotic nature. I require my slave to attend to my needs with
his mouth and tongue only, at any time, day or night, and in any location we may
be. Are you willing, and able to perform this service?" The kneeling male
shuddered with servile excitement and rapped out a quick, "Yes, Mistress Lotta!"
She continued, having ticked a normal box, "Never, under any circumstances will
the worm hanging between your legs be permitted to enter any of my body's
openings. This law will be enforced for all of your life with me. Do you
agree, thing?" She held her breath while waiting for the man's answer, for this
was the first real test. The man hesitated slightly, and her heart fell,
anticipating refusal, but she sighed with relish, and some relief when he called
out, "Yes, Mistress Lotta!"
"My slave will be expected to perform the duties of a body slave. These will
include attending to my ablutions each day, wiping my arse hole after I have
defecated, drying my pussy after I have urinated, bathing my body, dressing it,
and applying my make-up. Are you willing to do this, thing?" The reply, "Yes,
Mistress Lotta!" Came immediately and she ticked another box. "At bath time,
and when I am in my bed you will be privileged to see my body entirely naked.
When I require your sexual services I will generally only have the part, or
parts of my body that I wish you to pleasure nude and available to you. I
expect you to react with sensual service immediately at any time I appear before
you with one, or more, of my erogenous zone unclothed. This is, in fact the
only signal you will receive to indicate that your mouth is needed. When this
happens you will immediately cease whatever activity you may be engaged in and
fall to your knees and plead, "Darling Mistress Lotta, may your
have the unrivalled privilege of using his mouth to worship, adore, and pleasure
your beautiful and exquisite begs and pleads with all his bursting heart." You will then wait
for permission to proceed which, when given, will be the signal for you to
administer to the part or parts of my body involved with single minded devotion
and consummate skill, and without let-up, until I order you to cease. As soon
as this happens you will be required to express your gratitude for being
permitted to service my body, and to express your dearest hope that your
performance was deemed satisfactory. Are you prepared to accede to this life
long fundamental service, thing?"
The young male quivered with growing lust and wantonness, this was exactly what
he desired, and was almost beyond all his initial expectations, and he cried out
with enthusiasm, "Yes, Mistress Lotta!" Mistress Lotta placed her tick in the
appropriate bolded box with a flourish of satisfaction and went on to the next
topic, "As you are aware, thing," she stated, "I do not physically punish my
slave for errant behaviour or lack of satisfactory performance. Rather I use
stringent bondage, together with total control over his ability to experience
sexual relief, as a means of expressing my displeasure or, indeed, to express my
satisfaction if his performance warrants it. This will sometimes certainly mean
prolonged periods where no sexual relief at all will be afforded you. Do you
agree to these terms unreservedly?" The trembling slave was now in a dilemma,
for he too was highly sexed, and the thought of spending days, weeks, or even
months celibate scared him to his core. While he thought about this another
thought seeped into his tumoiled mind, of course he would work so hard to please
his Mistress in all ways, that she would grant him release frequently if she
were to use this as a reward. He made up his mind and cried out, "Yes, Mistress
Lotta!"
"To continue to the last requirement for this subject," The seated Mistress
continued. "My slave will only achieve sexual relief in one of two ways, the
first is through the medium of strictly supervised masturbation, and the second
is by participating in sexual games with other slaves. Will you submit to this
condition, thing?" She asked, again somewhat fearful that this may be the time
when her candidate opted out. She need not have worried for he was enraptured
with the prospect of being subjected to such humiliating acts and answered
quickly, and affirmatively, in the required manner.
"Good. Good." Mistress Lotta murmured in delight. She was pleased that he had
passed the first two tests, but knew that the real tests were still to come. In
fact the third area was to be crucial, especially for a male applicant, and it
was with some trepidation that she continued, "Thing, have you ever sucked
another man's penis?" The youth's trembling voice betrayed his fear at what he
knew must be coming, "No, Mistress Lotta." Mistress Lotta thought for a few
seconds and then decided to go with the shock treatment and hope that the
applicant would agree, even against his own better judgement just to allow the
interview to continue, so she gathered her breath and said, "Well thing, I
expect my slave to suck the penises of those I command him to, both dominant
males and, of course, other male slaves. I not only expect him to suck them,
but also to drink from their balls, and to offer his tight arsehole to their
stiff penises without demure, and with proper care and devotion. I insist on
this condition. Do you agree?"
She waited, with bated breath, for the kneeling male's reply and could see him
almost struggling with himself, his cheeks blazing red with fear and shame.
After an almost endless delay he managed to stutter out, "Yes, Mistress Lotta."
The Mistress almost glowed with pleasure at his passing of this hurdle and
quickly ticked the bolded box, as if any delay might cause her subject to change
his mind. Basically all of the rest of the subjects for interrogation were
fraught with danger but Mistress Lotta was given renewed hope by this little
episode and was keen to continue, for she didn't anticipate any problem with the
next condition.
"Thing, from time to time I will require you to attend to my sexual needs when
we are in public. Do you agree, whatever is involved?" The male answered
almost immediately in the affirmative fashion. The next test was again a danger
one. In fact, in some ways it was the most dangerous, and yet crucial, one to
date, and if passed would certainly enhance the possibility of the candidate
going all the way. Mistress Lotta broached the subject matter carefully, "As
you know, thing, it gives me great pleasure to heap potent humiliation on my
slave, the more demeaning and degrading for the slave the better. In fact I am
almost capable of climaxing from watching a slave debase himself utterly for my
pleasure and entertainment alone. One of the principal ways I like to achieve
this is by commanding my slave to offer his unique and submissive services to
complete strangers, not from our cultural background, and in public places where
all who view him are left in no doubt as to what he is doing. It will involve
many shocked and angry rebuffs for the slave, adding to his shame. Further, I
will invariably view a rebuff as a failure in my slave to be sufficiently
submissive and persuasive in convincing his target to accept his unique
services. This, of course will invariably result in a prolonged period of
celibacy for the slave. If he is successful with his target he will attend to
his or her needs immediately, no matter where we are at the time, being sure,
however not to cause the subject embarrassment of any kind. Think carefully,
thing, before you answer this because, since this activity pleases me so much,
it is a frequent game I force my slave to play. Do you accede to this demand?"
Mistress Lotta was sitting on the edge of her seat while she anxiously awaited
the answer. In truth she need not have worried, for the absolutely critical
point for the kneeling man was, in fact, the previous circumstance for he was
strongly heterosexual and the thought of sucking another man's penis and
drinking his semen was enough to make his stomach turn. The mere fact that he
was able to overcome his revulsion at participating in these acts was enough for
him to resolve that he was going to answer all other questions in the
affirmative, no matter what was involved. Mistress Lotta was not to know this,
of course, so her nerves were constantly on edge. The red faced, and bizarrely
clad male cried out, even with a tinge of pure delight at the thought of
submitting to such delicious humiliation coming through in his voice, "Yes,
Mistress Lotta!"
The domatrix almost laughed with relief and her pen nearly tore the paper when
she ticked the appropriate box. She quickly went on to the following discussion
point, "I am a member of a number of the more exclusive B&D clubs in this city.
As entertainment for dominants at these establishments we require our slaves to
put on particularly erotic displays of lust and debauchery for our
entertainment. For example, a slave may be commanded to perform a sexy and
wanton strip tease culminating in a thoroughly depraved exhibition of
masturbation. Will you willingly participate in such presentations, and try
your hardest to make me proud by the depths of debauchery and perverse excess
you sink to in order to outdo other slaves in providing entertainment?"
"Yes, Mistress Lotta!" The excited man almost yelled, thrilling at the idea
that he would be debasing himself in public shows of his devotion to his owner.
"Good, thing." Mistress Lotta said, her own excitement mounting with each
passing minute of success. Her vagina was already moist and her clitoris was
slowly unfurling and hardening, her nipples long since stiff and tingling. In
fact, she resolved that if the applicant proved suitable she would immediately
reward him with a session of limited body worship. She would even supervise his
first masturbation as her slave if his efforts in pleasuring her body were not
too amateurish, such was the feeling of euphoria washing over her at the
prospect of at last discovering a suitable candidate for permanent slavery.
"To continue, thing. As I mentioned earlier I am a highly sexed woman, and
completely heterosexual, although I do, from time to time, allow female slaves
to serve me, for a mouth is a mouth after all. I do however, have numerous male
lovers whom I entertain. When such occasions occur I expect my slave to attend
us in my bed, to prepare our sexual organs for intercourse, to titillate us
during the act to enhance our pleasure, and finally to clean our sated sex flesh
when we are finished. Are you willing to serve me and my lovers in this
intimate way, and obey every command we issue no matter how degrading and
humiliating it might be for you?" "Yes, Mistress Lotta!" The excited youth
cried out immediately.
"I have a vivid imagination and as such am constantly acquiring new and more
erotic and bizarre clothing for both my own and my slave's bodies. I also
collect erotic and sensuous sex toys to enhance my pleasure, and to attend to
the sexual bondage of my slave. I will expect that slave to shop for such items
in stores that I frequent on my behalf. I know the owners and attendants of
these shops and I will expect my slave to provide any services of a sexual
nature to them when he goes on these buying excursions. You have had first hand
experience in one such shop so you are aware of what might be required of you.
Do you accept this task willingly and without reservation?" The kneeling male
answered straight away in the affirmative causing Mistress Lotta's growing
excitement to surge once again.
There was only the final subject to go, and the level of tension in both rooms
was palpable. Mistress Lotta wasted no time in broaching the subject, "I allow
my slave to indulge in sexual activity with other slaves from time to time for
my entertainment, and for the pleasure of other dominants. These activities may
take place in my home but more likely they will be staged in the clubs. You
will be involved in one on one bouts with members of either sex, and
occasionally with transsexuals, as well as in group situations. I will expect
you to suggest exhibitions that you think might provide club dominants with
pleasure and entertainment. In addition, I am involved in the production of B&D
videos for sale around the world and you will be expected to participate in
these productions from time to time. Will you submit to these activities,
thing?" The slave answered in the affirmative and elation exploded over
Mistress Lotta. She had not yet, of course seen the applicant's penis in full
erection, but she was sure he would be magnificent in this respect. In fact she
prepared to command him to show her his penis in its stiff state straight away.
"Thing, you will be ecstatic to know that you have passed all of my initial
criteria." She stated, her voice almost betraying her own pleasure and
excitement, but she managed to control it sufficiently to ensure that the
kneeling man would not yet be too self satisfied. "All that now remains," she
continued, "Is to test you physically first, and then to come to our immediate
arrangements, and finally, of course, should you satisfy these, to give you your
new, and permanent name. Firstly, I wish to see the worm hanging between you
legs in its rigid state. Get it stiff for me right now, thing! No!" She cried
out as the kneeling man made to grasp the stem of his long, thick penis with his
hand in order to caress it to throbbing hardness for her, "You are forbidden to
touch it. You must get it hard with your mind alone. I'm not interested in
owning a slave who needs physical stimulation to display his degenerate lust to
me!"
The mortified male blushed heatedly while he closed his eyes and began to
imagine himself, dressed in his erotically humiliating slave costume, in the
midst of the city's busiest mall. He pictured his Mistress seated on a
transparent toilet seat with the large smooth half moons of her generous bottom,
split wide to reveal her muscle ridged anal ring, protruding below it. He
envisioned himself kneeling below those sumptuously displayed cheeks, slipping
his face between them and thrilling to the warm flesh against his cheeks, then
delicately spearing the tight anal orifice with his wet pointed tongue for his
Mistress' enjoyment.
While the man dreamed of the tightness of his Mistress' anal ring squeezing his
tongue while he drove it deeply into her humid rectal passage, his penis
thickened and lengthened, slowly rising from the floor where it had rested
during his interview. His breathing began to quicken as his excitement grew.
His penis soon reached full erection and arched out and up from his groin. Its
swollen, scarlet painted glans reached up to a position between his painted
nipples and his belly button, a small drop of moisture already seeping from its
slit. He opened his eyes and stared down at his throbbing erection and a tinge
of pride flowed through him at its length and hardness. Surely Mistress Lotta
will accept it, he thought to himself.
If he could have seen the broad smile on Mistress Lotta's lips he would have
been ecstatic. If he had have been able to see her reach down and flick her
stiffened clitoris with her fingernail he would have been transported to heaven.
But Mistress Lotta was not about to show him how pleased she was. Maybe, after
she had owned him for a few months she may show her pride in him, providing his
submission and performance matched his physical attributes. However, while she
trained him to her wishes she would keep him off balance and anxious not to
cause her displeasure, always holding the threat of abandonment over him.
"Satisfactory, thing." Mistress Lotta said in a voice that in no way betrayed
her deep feeling of relief and happiness at his performance. "Now, get it soft
and limp again, quickly!" The young man's heart raced with doubt. He was so
aroused that he worried that it would take him far too long to lose his
erection. Panic flooded through his mind as he thought desperately of a means
to dampen his ardour. In desperation he began to imagine himself being forced to
suck the putrid penis of his vile landlord. While feelings of utter revulsion
swept over him his penis collapsed almost instantaneously onto the cool rubber
mat, and he breathed a huge sigh of relief.
Mistress Lotta remained silent for a few seconds after this more than impressive
action by the kneeling male, and then said, in a mocking voice, "Well, thing, if
and when you become my property, we'll have to explore the reasons for that."
The young man shuddered with shame and dread at the thought of her finding out
how he had managed to lose his erection so quickly when he was obviously highly
erotically sensitised. She allowed her statement to sink in and then continued,
now anxious to complete the formalities and thus take possession of her new
plaything. "While I am training you to my will I will explore all of your
taboos in depth, thing. This means you will answer any questions I ask about
your past, your innermost desires and phantasies and your hopes for the future.
You will never, never, ever lie to me under any circumstances, and believe me,
from studying you during this interview I will know if you have even slightly
clouded the truth in your dealings with yourself. Do you understand and agree
to these stipulation, thing?"
The young man's voice cried out, even as the echo of his Mistress' voice had
barely died away, "Yes, Mistress Lotta!" The aroused Mistress, now continually
petting her wet vulva and straining clitoris, being sure, however, not to allow
herself to climax, continued, "What I just asked you is of extreme importance,
thing, for my slave training will be designed to eliminate your own will
entirely. It will be devised to explore your servility and then condition your
consciousness so that you are utterly submissive in every way. Your mind will
be adapted so that your first thought, regardless of what is expected of you to
undertake, will be to surrender to it totally, and to perform it with absolute
devotion, diligence and with utterly no thought to any desires you may harbour
for your own satisfaction. This, of course, means that, unlike some other
slaves I have known you will, under no circumstances make any suggestions or
harbour any thoughts of your own which you might even conceive as adding to
whatever I have decided is my pleasure. For example, I may command you to
approach a man in the street and beg him to allow you to kiss the head of his
penis. You may, in your own mind, think that I would receive more pleasure from
this act if you were to beg him to allow you to also kiss each of his testicles
as well. You are forbidden to express such independent thoughts under any
circumstances. You will always submit, unquestioningly, to my precise orders.
Are you willing, and able to have your own will so completely and utterly
eradicated, to have your mind so submissively attuned that you will never have a
positive acting thought of your own, thing?"
The kneeling male was blushing furiously as he was once again jolted by the
level of humiliation, and the depths of servility that Mistress Lotta would
force on him. His voice faltered momentarily, sending a shock of fright through
the lounging Mistress, not because he was about to demure at this late stage,
but rather because he was allowing the warm glow of his masochism to spread
through him, savouring the ecstasy that it brought, "Yes, Mistress Lotta!" He
finally managed to gasp out. The sense of relief in Mistress Lotta's voice
could hardly be disguised when she began to speak once again, "Finally, thing,
all of the things you have, of your own still free will, agreed to are
inviolate. Should you fail in any aspect then this is what will befall you.
You will be immediately dismissed from my service, thrown naked into the street
to fend for yourself. I will then, through my extensive contacts in the world
of S&M and B&D, ensure that you are black banned from ever becoming the slave to
another. I will ensure that all professional dominants refuse to ever attend to
you no matter what financial rewards you offer them. Is all this perfectly
clear to you, thing?"
The young man's skin rose in goose bumps all over his nearly nude body while he
had listened to the terrifying fate that would befall him if he reneged on any
of his promises to the domatrix he had not, as yet, even seen. It was
frightening for him to even contemplate failure on his part, yet what if her
demands were beyond his capacity to fulfil. What then. It would mean that his
phantasies would always remain just that, for he was in no doubt that she was
capable both within herself, and in her ability to actually have him ostracised.
His commitment was, however, total by now. He had not come this far,
experienced the exquisite sensations of erotic and depraved humiliation that he
had, to give up now. His mind grappled with the thought that if the delicious
feelings of shame he had so enjoyed to date were so delightful to him, how more
immaculate they would come when he was subjected to the types of severe
humiliation and submission the Mistress was promising as his never ending fate.
A warm glow spread though his kneeling nudity and he cried out in absolute
yearning, "Yes, Mistress Lotta!"
"Thing, from this instant on, you are mine. You are my slave to do with
whatever I desire. Your mind is no longer your own, but is rather tuned
exclusively to my will in perfect submission. You will accede to my whims
without question or any trace of rebellion no matter how degrading, humiliating,
debauched, depraved, perverted or degenerate that whim may prove to you. You
will love me totally and utterly, not in the way a man normally loves a woman,
not in the way a subject loves his monarch, but rather in that surreal and
ecstatic way a worshipper loves his Goddess with every fibre of his being.
Dominating your every conscious though will be the absolute craving to serve my
every need and be submissive and subservient to my every impulse."
Mistress Lotta stared with absolute triumph at the kneeling male whose eyes were
shining with a kind of rapture that made her aroused body tingle all over.
"Your new, and permanent name from now on my slave, will be piglet. I will only
refer to you as either slave or piglet. You, when your are required to refer to
yourself will call yourself piglet, or slave piglet. Now, let me hear you
introduce yourself, as if you were meeting some stranger for the first time.
The shaking male's heart was bursting with joy and elation. Mistress Lotta had
accepted him as her personal property, would train him to her needs. He would
not have to worry about anything, except worshipping, adoring and serving her
and pleasing her forever. He was in absolute masochistic heaven.
He gathered his thoughts and cried out, his voice betraying the elation he was
experiencing, "I am piglet, Mistress Lotta, your totally mindless worshipping,
adoring, and utterly submissive slave, piglet!" Mistress Lotta asked
immediately, "What is your most heart felt desire little piglet?" She asked,
her pulse racing with the heights of her arousal, and her vulva flooded with her
hot aromatic juices. The slave cried out his reply, "Mistress Lotta, I, your
adoring slave piglet only desire that you train me so that I become the most
perfectly submissive slave who is programmed with only one aim in life, to cater
to your every need and desire for ever and ever!"
There was a brief silence between Mistress and slave while they both savoured
the ecstatic sensations of fulfilment, and fought to control what was fast
becoming, uncontrollable lust on the part of Mistress Lotta, and the same urge
within the slave to gaze upon the body of his owner. Mistress Lotta ordered the
kneeling male slave to open the package beside him and to place the chastity it
contained on his body. While he delicately opened the package Mistress Lotta
enveloped her massive breasts in a pink satin bra that struggled to contain
their soft smooth masses. She was so aroused that she wanted her vulva and
clitoris sucked immediately, with no gradual build-up of her pleasure. The
preceding hour had seen to that.
The slave stared at the final piece of his slave uniform in awed fascination.
Uncontrollable surges of submissive adrenalin rushed through his veins at the
erotic and bizarre nature of the chastity. He was rudely snapped out of his
euphoria by Mistress Lotta snapping at him to hurry up and put the celibacy
girdle on his slave body. It was constructed of a mixture of soft, and stiff
leathers and was pink in colour to match the other parts of his erotic costume.
It consisted of a belt, about a half an inch in diameter with, instead of a
buckle, two metal loops that fitted together. Another strap, also of the same
width was attached to the rear of the belt permanently, with a metal loop on its
other end which was designed to fit over the ones that would link the belt in
front of the body that wore it. Three or four inches from the loose end of this
strap there was a cone shaped stiff leather attachment a bit larger than an
icecream cone with its end cut out with a hole about an inch in diameter. Two
or three inches below this cone stood a smooth leather cylinder, almost the size
of a small penis, six inches long, and an inch wide. Between the cone and the
butt plug was a small hole, a half an inch in diameter, with elastic edges. The
package also contained an open padlock, but no key.
The embarrassed slave soon realised what he had to do to put the chastity on.
he wrapped the belt around his waist and linked its two metal loops, keeping
them together with the arm of the padlock without closing it. He then took the
strap, with its attachments and carefully drew it through his legs. He
positioned the butt plug against his anal pout and whimpered while forcing the
plug into his rectum. He pushed at it until the entire length of the plug was
buried up his back passage. Next he used the fingers of one hand to prise the
elastic sided hole open as far as he could and then, with infinite care, fed
each of his bulging testicles through it. When he released the pressure on the
hole it closed around the base of his smoothly shaven testicle bag causing his
fat orbs to bulge erotically from their pink leather base.
The slave contemplated the pink leather cone next. He worked his limp penis
into it until the head poked half way through the hole at the apex of the cone.
He then worked hard to force the spongy plumb through the hole sighing with
relief when it popped clear and he felt the leather edges of the hole snugly
holding the stem of his penis, immediately below the trapped and exposed head.
While he was doing this, of course, he smudged his penis head's rich, scarlet
coating quite badly and got liberal quantities of the gloss on the leather of
the cone. He was totally engrossed in what he was doing and prepared to lock
the front end of the strap to his waist belt. He pulled the strap up until he
was able to place its loop within the one of the belt, and then locked it in
place with the padlock. He shivered with delicious humiliation, realising that
his Mistress had the key to the chastity, and thus now had control of his sex.
When the slave straightened up the strap between his legs was pulled tight.
This forced the butt plug even deeper into his tight rectum. It also caused the
cone trapping his penis tube to be raised along his belly until it jutted out at
a forty five degree angle, and out four inches from his smooth belly. It looked
so degradingly sexy, his trapped penis with its scarlet glossed head bulging
obscenely at the apex of the leather cone. The pull of the tight strap also
caused the slave's round, fat, smooth testicles to protrude out from the pink
leather so they were clearly displayed in front of his thighs. The whole
intricate bondage presented a most demeaning, but all the same highly erotic
picture of the young slave male's crotch.
Mistress Lotta spoke again as soon as her new slave had completed his task of
placing his chastity on his body, "Wait five minutes, piglet, and then you may
leave the room, fix up your smeared make-up, and then come to my sitting room,
which is through the door which is at the far end of the corridor at the end of
the foyer. You may then knock on the door and when you hear my permission for
you to enter you may come into my presence for the first time, and be permitted
to gaze upon my body. I have no need to remind you, I am sure, of what your
duties are when you are summoned to my presence.
The excited slave replied with elated anticipation, "Yes, Mistress Lotta!" His
brain was singing with rapturous expectation. He was about to see his owner for
the first time. To be permitted to gaze in rapt awe at her body and her face.
He was sure that he would be overcome with joy, and his longing to serve her
would rise to knew peaks when he was permitted to gaze upon her loveliness. The
five minutes he had been ordered to wait before leaving the interview room
seemed to the kneeling slave to last for hours, and when it was finally time he
crawled from the room with almost indecent haste, such was his desire.
The young slave saw, when he re-entered the foyer of the apartment, that the
clothes he had worn on the bus over had disappeared, but the golden tube of
lipstick lay, glinting on the antique chair. Next to it lay a couple of
tissues. The slave carefully re-painted the head of his trapped penis until it
once again shone crimson. He then took the tissues and delicately cleaned all
traces of the gloss form the leather of his chastity, and from his fingers.
When he was satisfied that he was perfect he replaced the lipstick on the chair
and left the soiled tissues on the floor beneath it and crawled towards the door
that held his fate for what he hoped would be the rest of his life.
