Chapter 10 A Swinger s Party Innuendo and Lancelot Enters My Camelot
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The Internet has a lot to answer for.
Chapter 1. Never sign anything without a lawyer present.
The internet has a lot to answer for. I'd been looking at photos
and videos of Dominatrixes for years, and now was my chance to
visit one. I had planned my visit, I had contacted the selected
Mistress by e-mail, I had even sent her a nude photo which she
had requested.
I thought I had selected carefully, a lady who would allow me to
live out my fantasies.
I phoned her number, and a man answered, saying he was Mistress
Ray's secretary. I told him I should like to visit his mistress
as soon as possible, and gave him a special code word, the
mistress had instructed me to give.
"Are you going to be one of Mistresses special customers" he
asked. Not knowing any better, I replied that I would like to be
if suitable.
He told me a car would be sent, and that I was to be ready in
one hour.
I was ready at the appointed time, and got into the car. The
windows were dark and I couldn't see where we were going. This
all added to the excitement, and I could feel myself getting
hard. "Take it easy fella, " I said to myself, "don't want to
cum too early".
The car finally reached it's destination, and I was ordered to
get out and go to the door of the house in front of me. I
noticed the tone of language had altered slightly, but I thought
it was all part of the game.
I rang the bell, and the door opened, although there was nobody
there.
I entered the hallway, and a voice commanded me to go into a
small room to the right.
"Take of all your clothes, and place them in one of the lockers"
said a voice. "Quickly!"
I quickly got out of my clothes, and put them in a locker, and
closed the door. It locked automatically. Shit, I couldn't get
my clothes back out.
A door opened in the side of the room, so I went through. Inside
the room stood a vision, my Dominatrix, the woman of my dreams,
tall, long black hair, very slim, in a tight shiny black latex
catsuit.
"So my pretty, you've come to see Madam Ray have you?"
"Yes Mistress," I replied.
She slapped me sharply across the face, "Superior Mistress, is
how you address me, understand?"
"Yes, Superior Mistress, sorry Superior Mistress".
"That's better, on your knees," she ordered. I quickly sank to
my knees.
"Is this your first visit to a superior woman?"
" Yes Mistress," I replied.
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"What!! What did you call me?"
"Sorry, Superior Mistress, I forgot"
"Not got a very good memory have you?"
"No, Superior Mistress".
"I shall not be too hard on you, as this is your first visit,
but I shall have to punish you, won't I ?"
"Yes Superior Mistress, please punish me, as I deserve" ( I was
getting into the game now).
" What punishment would you like, have you been looking on the
internet, at all those silly men pretending the punished?" She
sneered. "This will not be like that, I assure you."
" I will punish you, but first as part of our little game, I
want you to sign this 'Slaves Charter' , to show that you really
want me to deal with you, and that you give yourself to me
fully."
She handed the piece of paper to me, along with a pen.
SLAVES CHARTER
I, John Slater (How did she know my name?), do hereby surrender
all rights to my body to The Most Superior Mistress Ray, and
from this time forward, wish to be her property, to be used or
abused as she sees fit, and for as long as is her wish.
I, hereby also give My Mistress the right to dispose of me as
she sees fit at any time she sees fit.
Signed: .. Slave of Mistress Ray .
Witnesses: .. & Bonded Slaves of Mistress Ray
I read the document, and thought the wording was a little
strange, and Legal. I hesitated, but Mistress Ray urged me on
saying, "It is all part of the scenario, and if I wanted to go
any further I had to enter into the spirit of the thing."
I signed the paper, and Mistress rang a bell, and two people
came in, a man and a woman, heads bowed, completely naked.
Mistress handed the paper to them in turn, and they both signed.
"Now, my pretty, you are mine, to do with as I see fit." She
said with a strange smile, "Now what shall I do with you? What
shall you become? I wonder."
"Later, I was forgetting your punishment. Have you decided what
you would like? The whip, the tawse, maybe a riding crop! A
cane, maybe, the birch, or just my hand across you baby
buttocks, What shall it be?"
I didn't reply, not knowing what to pick, which would hurt
least. Mistress Ray became irritated by my hesitation.
"Follow me," she commanded, and walked out of the room into
another room.
I followed. This room looked a lot more sinister, there were
shackles on the walls, and what I recognized as a St. Andrews
Cross on one wall, a stretching rack was in one corner, while
the other held a whipping bench.
"Bend over the whipping bench, NOW!"
I did as I was ordered. Thick leather straps were fastened
across my back, and my thighs were strapped to the legs of the
bench, my wrists were placed in restraints, and I was firmly
imprisoned on the bench.
"As you have not made up your mind as to how you should be
punished, I shall have to help you. Being new to this scene, you
may not know what you like. I shall have to give you a little
sampler of each type of chastisement, so you can make up your
mind for future times when you will need punishment, and there
will be other times, I have not had a slave yet, who did not
need regular chastisement."
I was a beginner to this scene, so I thought that she would go
easy on me for my first time, wrong again.
"First, I think we'll start with the paddle, are you ready?" she
inquired.
"Yes please, Superior Mistress, I'm ready for my punishment," I
replied.
"Good, you're learning, and how many strokes should I
administer, for your first punishment?"
Like a fool, I said that I thought six strokes were appropriate.
"Very well, six strokes it is, though I did not think you would
be ready for six strokes straight off, but .. we will see. I
want you count each stroke, and thank me for being so kind as to
show you the error of your ways." She sneered.
I braced myself for the first stroke, not really knowing how it
would feel.
THWACK!!!!! Christ that hurt, fire spread through my arse, as
the first stroke landed.
"Well, aren't you going to thank me? Where are you're manners?"
"Thank you Superior Mistress for showing me the error of my
ways, that was one." I replied quickly.
THWACK!!!! "Thank you Superior Mistress, that was two."
THWACK!!! "Thank you Superior Mistress, that was three."
THWACK!!! "Thank you Superior Mistress, that was four."
THWACK!!! "Thank you Superior Mistress, that was five."
THWACK!!! "Thank you Superior Mistress, that was six."
My backside was on fire, it felt as though there would be no
skin left.
"Did you enjoy that, my little slave?"
"No, Superior Mistress, it hurt terribly."
"Well, I'm sorry about that, maybe we should try something else.
Maybe a cane. You may like that better." She claimed, "Six again
is it?"
"If you please, Superior Mistress," I replied.
"Count again, don't miss any, or I shall have to extend you're
punishment, do you understand?"
"Yes Superior Mistress."
She applied the six cane strokes, with extreme gusto, and I
managed to count all but the fifth stroke, as I was in so much
pain.
"You failed to count correctly, didn't you Slave?"
"Yes, Superior Mistress, I'm sorry."
"You will be, little slave, you will be. I shall have to start
all over again, another six strokes of the cane, do you want me
to do that?"
"No Mistress, I can't take any more," I pleaded.
"Is my little slave not enjoying his first time with a Mistress,
am I being too hard on him?" she enquired, (although I'm not
sure she was particularly interested in the reply).
"I'm sorry Mistress, I can't take any more," I sobbed.
"Well that's a pity, because I'm only just warming up, and I
decide when you've had enough. I think we will have six with the
riding crop next. This may hurt a little bit more than the
previous ones, but you will get used to it, you're here for a
long time, and I'm nowhere near being tired yet."
"Please, Mistress no, I've had enough, aren't you supposed to
stop when I've had enough?" I pleaded.
"No, that's only for a regular session, you've signed you're
body to me, I shall do with you as I see fit, and if that means
beating you some more, then so be it."
Six strokes of the Riding Crop descended on my exposed backside,
in quick succession, gone was any pretense of trying to count
the strokes. I was in tears, and I was sure my arse was a
bleeding mess. But there was to be no respite, she selected a
cat o'nine tails next, and proceeded to give me six strokes with
that.
By now I was screaming at each stroke. Next she gave me another
six strokes with the Birch. I could feel each stroke biting into
the flesh of my buttocks, and there was blood trickling down the
side of my thighs, she had broken the skin.
Finally the assault on my backside stopped, more because my
mistress was tired, rather than any form of mercy felt on her
part.
Once the punishment had stopped she called in the male slave,
and ordered him to tend to my bleeding arse. He gently smoothed
in some salve, gently rubbing the cream into my torn bottom. He
really seemed to be enjoying his task, paying particular
attention to the crack of my arse, and massaging cream into the
entrance to my anal canal. I noticed, despite the agony I was
feeling in my buttocks, I was getting hard at his ministrations,
which he noticed, and started fondling my growing prick. (I am
strictly heterosexual, and I had not signed up for this), so I
struggled to get away from his hands, but I was still bound to
the Whipping bench, so I couldn't move away. He smiled, and said
"don't struggle my beauty, you'll be mine soon, and I will be
much more gentle than mistress."
Mistress Ray came back into the room, cuffed the slave around
the ear, and said "later, you can play later during her
training." What did she mean by "her" and training, what was
going to happen to me next?
"Ah my sweet, you're wondering what is going to happen next are
you? Well, your training is going to be special, I have a very
rich client, who requires a fully trained she-male to entertain
him and his guests, on his Island retreat, and you are going to
be it."
"You can't do that, I only came for an hour session, and you've
gone too far already."
"You're forgetting the document you signed when you first
arrived. I think you will find that it is a totally legal
document, and that you are indeed mine to do with as I see fit,
and I see fit to turn you into a beautiful She-male, I noticed
from your photograph, that you had the perfect body, not too
muscular, not too fat, and nice long hair, almost feminine. I am
going to train you in the ways of entertaining Ladies and
gentlemen properly. You will become someone's sex slave to do
with as they see fit until they tire of you, then you will
probably be sold to a whore house to service the clients, until
you are too old, or you lose your beauty, or contract some
disease, then you will be used as a pain toy, until you become
part of a snuff movie."
"Be happy, many people long to know what their future holds,
yours is mapped out in detail, with no surprises, well, maybe
one or two."
Becky
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