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Part
two
A couple of weeks later.
Marcel phoned
me and ordered me to go to go to a small hotel not far away and to give a
blowjob to somebody who would be waiting for me in room no 332. He instructed
me to put on stockings, garterbelt, black bra, a black
leather skirt and white silk blouse, and boots with high heels. The only thing
I was allowed to carry with me was ladies´ handbag
with the pair of cuffs, the steel collar and the leash, butt plug, lubricant
and condoms, my passport but no money.
In
such a rural area like ours it is not possible to
get to that hotel in such a sissy outfit without being the center
of attraction, thus I decided to go by car. But from the parking lot I still
had to walk some 300m and I experienced that like running the gauntlet.
Finally, passing the receptionist in the hotel, I did not dare look at her and
was glad that she did not stop me.
Arriving at
room no 332 I knocked at the door. A male voice asked “Who is that?” There was
no alternative, thus I introduced myself as 'Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking
slut'. “Who?” I repeated at higher voice 'Sissy
gunnarsub, cock sucking slut'. No anwer. I did not
know what to do, so I just kept waiting hoping that nobody would pass. After
some 5 min the door opened and a heavy guy of my age appeared. From the very
first glance he was definitely not the type of guy I like.
Entering the
room he ordered me to give him my ladies handbag and to strip. Only moments
later I was standing in front of him with nothing on but lingerie and my chastity
belt. He took the cuffs from my handbag and cuffed my wrists in front of me.
Then he locked the steel collar around my neck, now unremovable
as there were only keys for the cuffs in my handbag but none for the collar.
With ropes he tied my cuffed wrists and my ankles to the bed in such a way that
I was placed on my stomach and the knots of the ropes out of my reach. I was
completely helpless and offering my ass.
The guy took
pictures, then sat on my arms with his cock dangling
directly in front of my mouth. Then he ordered me to suck him. Again he took
pictures, lots of pictures. In some, it was obvious who I was and what I was
doing, and in most of them you could not see that I was tied up. I looked like
I was doing exactly what I wanted to be doing, especially when he had me smile
as I sucked on his fingers as he fed me droplets of cum and I appeared to be
begging for more.
He then went around behind me and pushed the head of her dick up against
my ass. I squirmed to avoid it but the guy slapped my face. "Hold still,
sissy!"
He pushed his dick into my ass and I felt it slide in as I relaxed my
muscles. The guy started a gentle in and out motion that drove his dick deeper
with each push. I grunted with each penetration.
"How
do you like this fucking, sissy?" The guy asked. "Does it feel good
to get fucked?", he asked as he started to nibble my ears and neck, in
spite of my situation I started getting erect and my cock pushed against the
spikes in the chastity belt causing me pain. "Do you want me to stop,
sissy?" I shook my head and moaned behind my gag.
The guy
pumped faster and harder into my ass. "Next time I fuck you, sissy, I'm
going to whip you first." He pushed his dick hard into my ass and
continued fondling my nipples. When he had been jacking off, he started taking
pictures again, some of which only showed my cum
drenched face.
He checked the
ropes that held me tied, then went towards the door.
As he turned the knob he looked at me with an amused smile and said, "I
put the money in your purse, it will not only cover the rent on the room but
also the one Euro you charge as slut. In your purse there was a key for a car.
Marcel must have told you which items you were allowed to take with you. We do
not like a sissy to go by car, you will walk or go by
tram. As you did not follow the clear instruction given to you I will leave you
now ties as you are. The maid usually comes between nine and
There are no
words to describe the effort I made to try to free myself from the bonds that
held me, but it was clearly hopeless. After about an hour or so I realised that
'Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut' had not only sucked a cock and got fucked
tonight, but 'Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut' was also going to be discovered
by the hotel maid, dressed in female lingerie and covered with a man's cum on
'Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut's face and ass. I don't know how, but
'Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut' eventually found sleep and only woke up
when 'Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut' heard the keys rattling in the hotel
room door.
The maid walked
into the room and gasped when she saw the humiliated sissy chained to the bed,
but then she chuckled when she saw 'Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut's
chastity belt, the steel collar around my neck and especially when she read the
tattoo above the chastity belt stating that Marcel and so many others were
„there“. The maid was a tall BBW perhaps half of my age, definitely carrying
overweight, with long blonde hair and huge boobs, her breasts were her best
feature and she had her blouse unbuttoned to make sure they were shown to her
advantage. She removed the gag and asked, "Are you okay?"
"Yes, I'm
okay, I can explain, it is okay, can you untie me." "You don't need
to explain, but you do have to tell me, were you raped, or have you been part
of some kinky sex game?"
"Well, no,
I have not been raped, I did not expect what happened, but no, I wasn't raped." "I see. If it is rape, I need to
call the Police to untie you, otherwise evidence could be lost, and the hotel
could run into a claim."
"It’s
okay, I promise."
The maid said
she would be right back again, then left the room, 'Sissy gunnarsub, cock
sucking slut' noticed that she didn't lock the door behind her or even pull the
door closed tight, 'Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut' thought about calling
out to her, and then decided to keep quite and wait. Eventually, the maid
returned with a digital video recorder and said, "The manager is worried
about lawsuits, so he wants you to record a release to make sure the hotel is
not held liable for damages if you change your mind and decide it was rape
after all."
She put a piece
of paper in front of me and told me to read it, using my name where it said
'your name here', I had no choice but to read:
|
My name is 'Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking
slut' and I was tied up in this hotel as part of playing consensual sex games
with a gaypartner. I have been fucked but not
raped, nor am I a victim of a sexual assault at this hotel, nor have I,
'Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut' been held against my will by any
employee of the hotel or anyone associated with the hotel or any client of
the hotel. I, 'Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut' accept total
responsibility for any inconvenience which occurred at the hotel, as it was
part of a sexual game which I, 'Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut' agreed to
participate in of my own free will and for my own enjoyment. |
The maid shut
off the video recorder when I finished and laughed „that's very sweet, but the
hotel needs you to use your real name when you read it“. I blushed as I read it
again using my real name and she recorded it again:
|
My name is Dr. Gxxxxxx
Hxxxxxxxxx and I was tied up in this hotel as part
of playing consensual sex games with a gaypartner.
I have been fucked but not raped, nor am I a victim of a sexual assault at
this hotel, nor have I, Dr. Gxxxxxx Hxxxxxxxxx been held against my will by any employee of
the hotel or anyone associated with the hotel or any client of the hotel. I, Dr.
Gxxxxxx Hxxxxxxxxx accept
total responsibility for any inconvenience which occurred at the hotel, as it
was part of a sexual game which I, Dr. Gxxxxxx Hxxxxxxxxx agreed to participate in of my own free will
and for my own enjoyment. |
I expected to
get released and told her that the keys for the cuffs would be in the handbag.
The maid opened my handbag but instead of the key she took out the passport.
Obviously, she wanted to check that my name in the statement was correct.
Taking a sheet of paper I could see that she noted all details:
§
Dr. Hxxxxxxxxx, Gxxxxxx, born xx.xx.1947
§
Deutsch
§
Passport # xxx xxx
xx xx issued on xx.xx.2001 by xxxxxxxxxxx
Then she left
with the passport without untying me.
When she
returned, she locked the door behind her, walked up in front of me and said,
"So 'Sissy gunnarsub, cocksucking slut' or
should I say Herr Dr. Hxxxxxxxxx? how
long have you been a whore?"
I didn't know
how to react, and she continued telling me that she had not delivered the video
and my passport to the hotel manager but handed them over to a friend of her.
Asking for my telephone number she told me that her name was Miss Tatjana and that she would phone me and give
me further instructions as to the documentation. She untied the ropes, unlocked
the cuffs, and told me to dress and to check out. The steel collar was clearly
visible and I could not avoid that the cashier and on the way back home a lot
of people stared at my collar and my sissy outfit. Clearly, they would remember
me next time they see me dressed in normal clothing. And as only Marcel had a
key to my collar I would have to wear it until he was prepared to release me.
Again, I had
been put at the mercy of somebody I even didn’t know. 'Sissy gunnarsub, cock
sucking slut', had become 'Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking and ass fucking slut'.
...
...
Already late
afternoon of the same day Miss Tatjana phoned me and
told me that she would expect me within 5 minutes in a small bistro which
actually was almost next door. As I feared that I had no other choice I hurried
there and sat a table looking for Miss Tatjana.
When Miss Tatjana entered, she just stood there in front of me, with
her huge body smiling a secret little smile, hands on hips. I knew that
something was going on. "Yes, Miss Tatjana,"
I said, "You wanted to see me?"
She said nothing and smiled and I saw an envelope in her hand. She
handed it over to me, I took it and opened the
envelope. I recognised it instantly. In there were some photos showing me chained to the
bed in the hotel with cum on my face. Certainly, I
felt a gnawing dread in my stomach.
I looked up to
see Miss Tatjana smiling down at me. I started to stammer something – I don't know
what - but she stopped me, "Just listen" she said, I waited. "I
did a
search in the net for gunnarsub. Most amazing what I found."
"So you
like this sort of stuff, don’t you," she smiled, "You like to be a
slave, a slut, a worthless piece of meat." She paused. "What do you
think your friends, your colleagues, your neighbours,
your boss would do if they knew that you are a pervert slut, that you offer
yourself in a hotel to get fucked by a gay?
Do you think they'd be proud?" She laughed, tossing her head back.
"Shall I
tell them?" Miss Tatjana asked me, "Shall
I?" "No, please," I stammered," Please don't."
"Why not?" she laughed, "Give me one good reason."
"I'll do
you whatever you want," I said desperately, "
Everything. " Miss Tatjana´s eyes widened
and a smile flashed across her face.
"Everything?" she said, "Everything?"
"Yes, Miss
Tatjana," I said quickly, "I will do
everything you want me to."
She looked at
me. I felt her gaze running up and down my body and a cold shiver ran through
me. Miss Tatjana stood up and looked down on me, still seated.
Then she spoke, "Lick my boots," I looked up at her,
open-mouthed. I couldn't believe what she had just said. My mind raced. On the one hand, this order to
lick her boots in public was ridiculous.
On the other hand, this was the sort of thing I had dreamed of for
years. "Lick my boots," she
said again, "I won't ask again."
I slipped off
the chair and got down on my knees. Lowering my face to the floor, I pressed my
lips against the top of Miss Tatjana´s left boot,
then I moved across to the other boot, licking that too. I knelt before her,
not daring looking up. People sitting at the other tables stared at the scene,
I sensed their glares without seeing them, I felt so
humiliated like never before in my life. Even when I had to report to Marcel
the situation was different, that was in private, this happened in public.
"You will
get used to licking my boots," Miss Tatjana
said. I nodded, barely able to believe what was happening. "Do you
understand?" Miss Tatjana repeated.
"Yes,"
I replied. She smiled, " Yes, what?" I hesitated, not immediately
knowing what she meant, but then the realisation hit me. "Yes, MISTRESS Tatjana," I said.
"Good,"
Miss Tatjana smiled, "Looking forward to seeing
you tonight." And with that, she turned and walked out of the bistro.
My mind was a
whirl. Thoughts flashed through my head.
What should I do? What had happened was barely believable. Should I do
as Miss Tatjana said, or should I defy her? What
would happen if I came to her house as she had ordered? What would happen if I didn't? The thought of
being ordered to do something by a hotel maid, a woman half my age, was
intoxicating.
Her home was
not far away, within walking distance and yet I arrived there 15 minutes too
early. I waited the remaining time, I
must have checked and double checked my watch several times, the minute hand
crawling oh so slowly towards the 12. At one minute to twelve, I walked
nervously up the path to Miss Tatjana´s door. I looked at my watch and watched as the
second hand swept round. At precisely
Nothing, no reply. I waited a while and then knocked again. Was I at the
wrong house? Was I late? Again, I
knocked. I looked at my watch. Three minutes past seven. I got nervous, once
more, I knocked on the door. Perhaps
this was a test. The minutes passed. I
knocked again. Eventually at ten minutes past seven, I heard movement in the
house.
The door opened
and Miss Tatjana, now MISTRESS Tatjana
for me, stood in the doorway just icily looking at me. "At last,
slave," she said, "What kept you?" She did not expect an answer
as she continued, "Now you are here, you need to arrive properly in a
manner befitting your status." I trembled within at the sound of those
words: what could she mean? "Now get your clothes off, get back to the end
of that path, and crawl up here on your belly like the worthless worm you
are. And when you get here, get on your
knees and beg to come in."
I could hardly
believe what I was hearing. I thought of
refusing but I knew that it was of no avail and anyway, the thought of what
MISTRESS Tatjana had commanded me to do excited me beyond words.
I looked around. It was dusk and
the light was fading but there was still enough light for anyone passing to see
me. MISTRESS Tatjana stood there watching what I
would do.
I started to
blush and began to undress in front of her. I was now standing in front of her
with nothing on but my chastity belt and the steel collar.
"What are
you waiting for?" MISTRESS Tatjana said as she
gathered up my clothes and threw them indoors, "Get to the end of the path
and start crawling." There was no
way out now. My clothes had been taken
from me and to get them back, I had to do as she commanded. Quickly, I ran to
the end of the path, nervously looking around to see if anyone was watching. I
then dropped onto my belly. The concrete path was cold and wet against my chest
and belly. I began to crawl back up the path on my stomach, pushing myself
along with my hands and feet. I looked up to see MISTRESS Tatjana
silhouetted in the doorway, watching me intently.
It seemed an
eternity before I reached the door. Then just as I reached the door, MISTRESS Tatjana slammed the door in my face. I knelt before the
door as she had instructed, my chest red from scraping on the path, sweat
forming on my body, and knocked on the door.
"Please, MISTRESS," I pleaded, "Let your worthless slave
in."
There was no
response. I knocked again, pleading all
the more. No reply. Minutes passed as I knelt there naked and
cold, knocking pathetically on the door in the fading light. MISTRESS Tatjana must have left me there for five or ten minutes
before she deigned to open the door and stood before me again. "Who are you, slave," MISTRESS Tatjana asked, "Have you forgotten?"
"Let me
know me who you are if you remember again, slut," she said and closed the
door again. Then it hit me who I was. "MISTRESS, this one is 'Sissy
gunnarsub, cock sucking slut'." No reaction. I repeated at a little bit
higher voice "MISTRESS, this one is 'Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking
slut'." Again, no reaction. I was desperate, so I
repeated the humiliating introduction again at even higher voice
"MISTRESS, this one is 'Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut'."
The door opened
again, MISTRESS Tatjana ordered me to turn around and
cuffed my hands behind my back. "Follow me, slut, " MISTRESS Tatjana snapped and turned and walked down the hallway. I
followed on my hands and knees, gazing up at her round bottom and gorgeous
appearance in front of me. She went into her living room and I followed.
"Meet my
friends," MISTRESS Tatjana said suddenly and I
looked up to see two other women, seated on the couch, grinning at me.
"This is this kinky pervert I detected this morning tied in female undies in the hotel. What a surprise for me when I entered
room 323 and saw this slut tied to the bed. At first I thought he would have
been robbed but then saw his chastity belt, the collar, and the tattoos
disclosing that he is a slave and slut. More precise a cocksucking
slut and he must have been fucked by a gay as he had cum on his face and on his
ass. So I decided to record the whole situation and this idiot even witnessed
what had happened. He called himself 'Sissy gunnarsub, cock sucking slut' and
put on record that he was tied up in the hotel by a gaypartner
who had fucked him. When I insisted he gave me his real name, his address, his
phone number, everything, as he wanted the police to be kept out. This is what
is on the video I showed you.
So war das doch, nicht wahr,
Herr Dr. Hxxxxxxxxxr! " There was no alternative than to
confirm "Yes, MISTRESS Tatjana."
"You woun´t believe what I found out when I searched the net for gunnarsub by Google.
There is plenty of evidence that he is really a slut. I got his homepage, this
you must see, he is not only a slut, but really seems to like being one. I
learnt that he is registered as a slave, from there I know his registration
number 62-881-323 in ICQ where everybody can address him as slut, and that gunnarsub2005
is his Yahoo-ID."
Completely
embarrassed I had listened what MISTRESS Tatjana
disclosed about me. But only now, with a shock, I realised that one of the
ladies was a neighbour of mine actually living next door. She knew me, she knew
my company, she knew my position, she knew everything
about me. She was in her early 40ies, rather attractive with huge boobs, but
had a reputation for being a bitch and a witch, married to a man of colour who
was in boxing. I did not relish being at her mercy. My neighbour smiled at
me," what a surprise," she said "this slut is a neighbour of
mine, he is a white collar worker and an arrogant asshole."
"Why don’t
you turn him from a white collar worker into a steel collar wearer,"
MISTRESS Tatjana lauched.
"I will, I definitely will", my neighbour responded "and besides
that I will make sure that life for this arrogant asshole will become hell. I
think it will provide a lot of pleasure for me not only to humiliate this slut,
but I would like to torment him, too."
Addressing me she continued with a mean wicked smile on her face
"Herr Dr. Hxxxxxxxxx, you will learn to fear me
and even more so you will learn to fear my whip."
Horrified, I
was still looking at my neighbour when Miss Tatjana
ordered me to kneel. "Well, slave," she said, "MISTRESS Natascha you know already. Now, Herr Dr. Hxxxxxxxxx, please meet my mom, MISTRESS Tamara for
you," laughingly motioning to the woman to my left.
"Hallo,
slave," MISTRESS Tamara sneered. She was about my age, carrying even more
weight than her daughter, but also tall and with a strict and superior
appearance. Now looking at her I froze. In her hands she held a videocamera and she smiled when she realised that I glared
at the camera. "You are right, slave, it’s all on there, we have started a
comprehensive documentation of your service as our slave," and she pointed
on the screen of the camera. I saw there how I was crawling naked on the path
towards the building. She took the videocamera again
and continued recording me naked on my knees, she zoomed and recorded my chastity
belt with the bold tattoo SKLAVE above it, then went around me and filmed me
from the back, presumably again zooming and recording the other tattoo there,
marking me as slut.
"Turn
around, slave" she ordered. “You will have to like the thought of being
used and abused by me and my friends. We will humiliate you beyond all means,
whipping you, pissing on you, even fucking you, but only with a strapon.” She was wearing a long tight leather skirt and
black boots with high heels. Her leather
skirt was only a few inches away from my face so I could see nothing but her
skirt and her boots.
"Greet
your MISTRESSES, slave, and never again dare to stare at us. You will always
only look at our boots" MISTRESS Tatjana told me
and pushed me to the floor. I knew what to do. I bent down and kissed MISTRESS
Tamara’s boots and she laughed. "You can do better than that, slave,"
icily said MISTRESS Tamara, "lick and clean my boots." I began to run
my tongue up and down the leather of the boots and started sucking her heel
when she lifted one boot. I couldn´t
even help getting horny seeing these three dominant ladies around. It
had been more than one month now since I had been locked in my chastity belt
and I did not get any relief during this period.
"Now greet
MISTRESS Natascha, slave." I crawled across to
MISTRESS Natascha's feet. She looked down on me,
still a wicked grin on her face. She lifted her foot, pushing it into my face.
MISTRESS Natascha then lifted her other foot and
pushed me over. I sprawled on the floor.
All MISTRESSES
laughed as I did so, staring down at me with disdain. MISTRESS Natascha lifted her boot, forcing me to lick the sole. The
sole was muddy and I tasted earth in my mouth.
"Now, get
back over there, slave," eventually ordered MISTRESS Tatjana.
"Listen, slave," she continued, "From this moment on, we own
you. You will do exactly as we say, when
we say it, or otherwise your dirty little secrets will become public knowledge.
You are now our slave to do with as we wish. Tonight, we will teach you a
lesson you will never forget. Understand?"
"Yes, Miss
Tatjana," I mumbled. She slapped me in the face,
once, twice, and a third time. I understood. "Yes, MISTRESS Tatjana," I corrected myself. Again, I saw MISTRESS
Tamara videoing everything with her camera. She must have recorded the whole
evening, and now I started to understand that I would never get out of their
power again. I would have to stay not only as the slave of Marcel and his
friends but also as slave of these three mean and wicked BBWs,
not to talk about my professional Domme for on-line
training and humiliation!
But my
humiliation was not over. "I think you must be thirsty after all that
exertion and you will get something to drink. On your back, slave,"
MISTRESS Natascha ordered. I obeyed and MISTRESS Natascha rose. Lifting her skirt, she removed her panties.
I gazed up at the sight of her crotch.
"Open your
mouth, slut," MISTRESS Natascha ordered,
"And you'd better not spill a drop." I opened my mouth wide and she
began to pee on me. I felt her hot piss flood into my mouth, choking me,
overflowing down my cheeks. She began to move slightly so that her pee ran over
my face and all over mybody further humiliating and degrading me. I gulped the
piss down as fast as I could. MISTRESS Natascha laughingly called
it 'marking her territory'.
Eventually
MISTRESS Natascha finished and stood up, lowering her
skirt back down, ordering me to lick each and every single drop of pee from the
floor. My humiliation was intense as I knelt before my MISTRESSES, naked,
belted, soaked in piss, the taste of Mistress Natascha's
pee still bitter in my mouth, MISTRESS Tatjana and
MISTRESS Tamara watching me, and the camera recording everything.
"Who is
your keyholder," I heard MISTRESS Tamara asking.
Now I was in a trap. I could not disclose the name of Marcel, at the same time
I could not withhold it. "No answer, good so, slave. I like it to break a
slave and I promise you that you will regret your behaviour still this evening
and that you will also tell me the name, be assured. Who is your keyholder," I heard MISTRESS Tamara asking again.
"You need a reminder of what you are, slave," MISTRESS Tamara said.
"You will not only tell us who your keyholder
is, I want you, too, to apologise for not telling us immediately and I want you
to beg to get whipped and to thank me each time I whip you. Understand?"
"Please,
MISTRESS Tamara," I gulped "I am so very sorry, but I can’t tell you.
Please, MISTRESS Tamara, please don’t whip me. Pleeeeeease."
"Very well, slave," MISTRESS Tamara said. They pushed me to a
pillar in the room, made me hug it and cuffed my hands again behind the pillar.
Then my ankles were spread and secured to rings on the floor some two feet
distant from the pillar exposing prominently my back and my ass. MISTRESS Tamara advised her fellow
Mistresses that enforcing corporal punishment means to use all their force,
since a slave always shows more pain than he is really suffering.
Suddenly, for
the briefest moment I heard a whistling sound and then a sharp crack. Something hit
me hard on my back. The
pain took my breath away. It was like nothing I had ever felt before.
Sensations of intense heat and cutting followed by stinging and spreading a
second later. The force of the lash was great enough to drive my body forward.
I moved back just as the next blow landed, the leather scoring another line
underneath the first. I fought to get my breath. A
third, harder than the other two, crashed into my shoulders and upper back.
My body jerked
in the chains. The whistling sound again and a fourth strike hit, this time the
bullwhip reaching around my body, the tip smacking across my unprotected belly.
Strikes five, six, seven, all aimed at my lower back. The eighth was the worst
as the leather came around my front and landed directly on my breast. I cried
out in pain. The ninth was the same – the tenth too. Again and again the
burning of the whip begun at the middle of my back and climaxed on my
unprotected breasts. MISTRESS Tamara varied
her strokes to cover the whole of my back. I tried to stand the pain. But after some twenty
lashes on my back I could no longer tolerate the pain. I begged them to stop, I cried for mercy, there was none.
Eventually, I shouted "The name of the keyholder
is Marcel, MISTRESS." The whipping did not stop and only a couple of
minutes later I had disclosed everything, Marcel´s
name, Marcel´s address, and Marcel´s
mobile phone number. There was no need to ask for my details as that was
already known. When MISTRESS Tamara finally stopped, my ass was covered with a
mesh of thick, red welts, some of which were bleeding.
I hung my head
in shame, my body sore and sweaty, still sticky from all the pee earlier. I
felt so degraded. My MISTRESSES had reduced me to nothing more than an object of
their desires. And I knew that my humiliation was far from over. MISTRESS Tatjana and her fellow MISTRESSES had much more in store
for me.
"Listen
slut," MISTRESS Tatjana said, "You are now
our plaything, to do with as we wish and when we wish. From this moment on, you
are our property, everything you will do is for us.
You will worship us and perform any task we set you quickly and without
hesitation. You will only wear clothes when we permit it. You will serve each
of us and anyone else we may order you to serve. Understand?"
"Yes, MISTRESS."
MISTRESS Natascha
approached me with a book in her hands. "This book, slut, has 100
pages." MISTRESS Natascha smiled. "Each page will hold 6 photos on each side.
That means when full, this album will have 1200 photos, assuming I don't add
additional pages. Each of those photos will have one thing in common -- they
will all show you naked and posed in every way
as a slut, doing everything imaginable. We will begin tonight with some rather
basic shots of you taken during the last couple of hours."
She paused, looked
at the other MISTRESSES, and then continued "Good,
Herr Doktor, take your
mobile back, I noted your number. Now you may leave for today. MISTRESS Natascha will call you for some services later this week.
After that, MISTRESS Tamara will take care of you. I assure you, we have some
extremely humiliating things planned for you.
And, slave,
there is one more thing, I assure you. You will learn to fear each of us. Not
only to fear us, I promise that you will be in dread
of us. I strongly believe that a slave and especially such a slut like you
should be in constant dread of his Superiors. This will not be a relation for
your pleasure, not at all. You will get scared, believe it, slut. You will be
frightened whenever we call you. You will learn to anticipate nothing but pain
whenever you will have to serve us, slut!"
I couldn´t believe what I heared.
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End
of part two
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