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Releasing the slave within.

A story of submission, pleasure and spanking.

By Gemma Jones

Andrew staggered through the pouring rain, by now his clothes offered littleor no protection from the weather. He was gradually getting closer to the flooras he had been walking these desolate roads for days without food, water orindeed company.

He was not fully aware of that which he was searching for, or even why, 5days ago he had informed his boss he was having a early 20's crisis and neededto go in search of something he did not fully understand. Of course, his boss,after his little outburst was more than happy to make him redundant, givingAndrew a small but substantial amount of money to begin his perilous journeyinto the unknown.

The past 3 days had seen him pack many supplies, a sleeping bag, tinned food,cleaning articles, pots and pans all in a huge rucksack, at first the heathad been unbearable, burning down on him mercilessly, keeping a watchful eye,ensuring Andrew's abused skin stayed in the baking heat all day long. Graduallythe sun turned into cloud, which darkened almost to the point of total darknessin the middle of the day, before parting the heavens above it and drenchingthe arid earth with rain.

The first night saw Andrew's tent torn to shreds by scattered rain and wind,it eventually tore away from its fixings in the ground and was lost foreverinto a nearby forest. Downhearted, but not about to give up Andrew slept, naked,allowing the warm rain drench his milky flesh until dawn gave way to anotherglorious day.

The second day, much the same as the first began with Andrew absentmindedlyforcing himself to eat, a habit instilled in him by his mother during his upbringing,and as he sat, sipping coffee he pondered his situation and the very foundationsof his life. Bringing no answers, and no comfort he dressed, and continueddown the road that seemed to be pulling him along, stopping only to gaze atmore unusual and beautiful flowers and plants.

Gradually, as day turned to night, and the temperature dared to drop justa little, the familiar smell and close heat informed Andrew of the tough nighthe faced, again minus the tent. So, like the night before, he stripped naked,taking care to remain hidden in the woods and laid down to sleep......

Sometime, during the deepest part of the night, Andrew began gently twitching,his hands gripping the drenched forest floor beneath him then releasing. Beneaththe layers of sleep she spoke to him, her voice sounded as gentile as a passingwhisper, as tempting as that of the mermaids who beckon ill-fated seamen totheir treacherous rocks. When she spoke, music spilled from her luscious, filledred lips. When she moved it was like grace personified, her every movementhad him aching to touch her. But deep instilled in him was the knowledge shewas out of bounds, and him her lowly slave.

Finally as the sun rose lazily on the third day, slowly drying out the groundaround his naked skin Andrew woke with a start, so hard he was throbbing, hiswarm blood pulsing through his stiff member drumming in his ears, behind hiseyes until it took him over, wrapping his long, nimble fingers around his beatingshaft and slowly starting the path to climax and fulfilment. It did not takehim long as the dream he had experienced the night before gave him more thansufficient stimulus to bring him into the most delicious, naughty climax hehad experienced in quite some time, including the women he'd slept with.

That morning Andrew sipped his steaming coffee with a feeling of fulfilmentand a big childish grin on his face. He felt more than ready to face the day,and began once again after dressing to follow the road which felt right, italmost seemed to call out to him. But tragedy was never far behind. Shortlyafter noon, Andrew was sitting on his backpack picking eagerly at some stalebread and cheese, coffee sitting obediently at his side, as he took his lastmouthful and stood facing the way he was heading he hiked his backpack ontohis shoulders. As he took his first step, out of nowhere he heard the soundof an engine, figuring he could hitch a ride Andrew turned in just enough timeto see the car skid to a halt behind him, the occupants of the car, two bigbuilt men, both with ragged unshaven faces. They ran at him and grabbed hisrucksack roughly he fought against them, but they brought out a pair of flickknives, and knowing his hunting knife was buried deep in his rucksack figuredit was more than his life ' s worth and threw all his worldly possessions atthem. Turning on his heels he ran, and didn't stop until he passed out, lostdeep in the forest.

What seemed like a lifetime later Andrew's hearing returned bringing him sharplyback to reality, miles away from home, unsure of the distance of his destination,the only thing left to do was walk, and walk he did. The rain now became relentless,beating down on him, slowly breaking his spirit that just a few hours was high,and hopeful for his future, and now, as that future grew further distant andbleak, Andrew's tears and gentile sobs mixed with the rain and wind aroundhim, going unheard.

That night, as Andrew tried to sleep, the rain pounding his skin and the groundaround him he was plunged into a dark, deep sleep. She came to him again, thistime telling him to continue his journey, the concern in her voice evident.Andrew moaned, reaching his arms out into the night sky, but in his dreamshe nearly touched her velvet skin. Back in reality this thought was enoughto bring him to a shuddering climax, covering himself and the ground aroundhim with warm spunk.

The next day, Andrew put on his soaking clothes, with nothing better to dohe carried on walking always thinking of the anonymous goddess in his dreams,she kept him alive, kept him walking in the same direction hour after hour.Over and over he replayed her words, her soothing voice his saviour.

Sometime during the mid afternoon the rain held off, giving the sun time tomake an appearance, Andrew took this time to sit, and dry off, to scavengethe ground for something to eat. Several exhausting hours later he was tuckinginto char grilled pheasant pleased with his achievement, those survival courseshe did in work actually came in handy. He never understood until now, why anyonewould need survival classes in an office. Although come staff party nights,it was every man for himself.

After a short sleep, Andrew stood up, felt his stomach churn, trying his bestto ignore it he continued down the road, just as the rain began to beat onceagain. Another long day, and sleepless night later the rain continued to beatdown on him, she never came to him again. His memories were beginning to fade,he felt as if he might be becoming delusional, imagining things. Thinking hislife needed changing when it didn't. Again tears of angst and unknowing flowedfreely from his shining blue eyes. The last thing he remembered was feelingsleepy, he fell gently to his knees, succumbing to the heavy feeling, the comfortingdarkness enveloping.

She came from nowhere, her crimson cape billowing in the wind, her hood drawnover her face, protecting her from the elements, the rain didn't seem to touchher. Her heavy boot clad feet hardly touched the floor, making no noise, shepaced confidently, not rushing, scooping Andrew's limp body into strong arms,but not feeling his weight. As suddenly as she came, she walked off into thepouring rain, just another figure in the darkening afternoon.

Andrew woke up slowly groggily pushing away many heavy layers of sleep. Openinghis eyes he started to drink in his surroundings, he was lying in a huge bed,drenched in black and red silk sheets, his head buried in downy pillows ofthe same material, the felt cool and soothing on his head and naked skin. Whenhis eyes allowed him to focus beyond two feet in front of him. The room wasdimly lit, gentile moonlight shone through the huge windows, the rain beatinga steady rhythm against the glass. The room appeared to be sparse, two doors,hard, heavy oak, both with looped iron handles. A dressing table with an oldfashioned brush, mirror, clad in silver, and a vial, containing something thatappeared to be red. A lone chair, more like a gothic throne set in a corner.Next to him on the bed, a table, laden with delicious foods, and a huge mugof steaming coffee.

Convinced he must be dreaming, Andrew hauled himself up onto his elbows, breathingin the aroma of fresh coffee, he reached for the mug, half expecting his handsto sink through it. They didn't, he wrapped his hands around the warm mug andtook a big, long mouth full of the liquid enjoying the feeling as it sank intohim.

Next, he took a piece of bread, it too was fresh, still warm, breaking a smallchunk off he popped it in his mouth, enjoying the feeling of it melting slowlyaway leaving only a divine taste. The meat cuts were just as tasty, juicy tenderbeef and chicken breast, Andrew ate hungrily, glad that if this was all a dreamit was a tasty and pleasing dream. Finishing with grapes and the remainderof his coffee he sank back into the pillows, and fell fast asleep exhausted.

Twice more, that happened, Andrew awoke later to find a hearty breakfast ofsausage, egg, bacon and mushrooms with fried bread and more of the deliciouscoffee made exactly to his taste, again, he ate with vigour feeling his energybegin to return.

When he awoke that evening he found only a sandwich and more coffee, but noticedone of the heavy doors ajar, steam coming from the open door. He noted thesilk gown draped over the arms of the throne, taking the subtle hint, he carefully,slowly inched out of bed, noting instantly his nakedness he drew the gown aroundhim, sinking into its gentile stroke on his sensitive skin. Edging toward thebathroom, armed with his coffee an altogether different smell flooded his senses,a deep smell of roses entwined with flowers and spices he had only ever dreamedexisted, the smell reminded him of the deepest parts of a dense jungle andthe tops of the highest mountains. Opening his eyes from the smell he saw agrand bathroom. The huge bath centring the room, steaming hot, stepping upto it he placed his mug on the top step and shrugged out of his robe.

Stepping into the bath was almost like stepping onto a cloud, the hot waterenveloped his feet, then his legs, and finally up to his neck as he eased himselfinto its warmth feeling the water massage his stiff aching muscles, scoopingup his mug, taking a long drink Andrew relaxed back, sighing in pleasure asthe feeling over took him, taking him to a higher pleasure. Teaching him tobetter appreciate the finer things in life.

Sometime later, after the coffee mug had been long discarded and Andrew hadgently washed his long, now matted hair, he was left with another throbbingerection begging for his attention. Obliging happily, he wrapped his hand aroundit and gently began to play with himself, his cock stood hard and proud, itdidn ' t take him long to bless the bath water, moaning softly to himself aswaves of pleasure enveloped him.

Stepping from the cooling water he wrapped himself in the warm fluffy towel,glancing in one of the mirrors that surrounded three walls, noting the sink,surrounded by washing pieces, a blade and bar of soap, a toothbrush and pasteand a brush similar to the one out on the dressing table. Again he took thehint and proceeded to gently shave his face, brush his teeth, and finally brushinghis hair, in long slow strokes. Ambling slowly back into the main bedroom hewondered for the first time about his situation, how he got here, who was feedinghim, running him baths. And so convenient, but before his mind could come upwith a solution sleep took over once again.

When Andrew awoke next, the majority of the answers came in one go. As hepropped himself upon the soft sheets, she walked in, holding the cup betweentwo small hands, dressed in a loose pair of caftan pants and a vest top, stretchedacross her ample bosom. Placing the mug down on the table she smiled down athim and he thanked the heavens he was under cover as his prick stiffened instantly,betraying him. To shatter the silence, and speed his recovery from sleep hetook a mouthful of hot, sweet coffee, looking into her almost black eyes.

"Been enjoying my hospitality, have you?" she muttered, Andrew nearlychoked on his drink, her voice practically made him come.

"Y-y-yes, thank you....um?" Andrew stuttered in reply.

"You can call me Lady Rynn, welcome to my castle Andrew, I have beenexpecting you. This is going to be your new life." Her voice was so haunting.

"I-err-I don't understand....how did you know my name....?"

"I called you Andrew, to me, this is where you belong." Despiteher voice, Andrew felt a gentile annoyance rising, why wasn't she giving himstraight answers?

"Look, Rynn, whoever you are. Thanks for helping me, but you can't holdme here...." Andrew began to move to get out of bed, but she grabbed hishand.

"It's LADY Rynn to you, and I can hold you here, because you'll stay,willingly, understand?" Andrew felt his anger subsiding, weighing it upstaying here with this beautiful woman would beat any office job, any day.

"Yes, my Lady."

"Now," she said, gently stroking his hair away from his face, "rest,you'll need your energy for training, tomorrow."

"T-t-training?" he whimpered. She turned as she opened the doorto leave, nodding, an evil look about her. Andrew feared it might be painful,but, as he bit his lip he knew he would enjoy every minute of it.

The next day he woke with a start, taking in his familiar surroundings withdeep breaths. He noticed his clothes, and then his breakfast, and then thenote. In that order, he dressed, ate quickly and then opened the letter.

Andrew

I have left the castle for a few supplies, stay in your roomuntil I return.

Please, take a bath if you wish, sleep, or read. There ' sa few books in the dresser.

From now on things will be very different.

Lady Rynn xx

 

Sure she must be far away, Andrew chanced a glance through the window, thisroom overlooked the garden, an orchard of various fruit trees, it looked wellkept and the warm sun seemed to make the plants look juicy green and happy.Moving from the window and towards the door he pulled on his coat and peekedaround the door. No one was in sight down the long, wide corridor. Andrew steppedout and began his search.

Most of the top floor brought little interest, mostly guest rooms decoratedquite similar to the one he was staying in, a few were locked, one appearedto be a study holding expensive computers on a desk that ran round most ofthe room. Andrew eventually found the staircase, carefully walking down ithe noted it opened out to a lobby, the huge wooden and iron door in front ofhim, several doors leading away, starting at his left he worked his way around.

Disappointingly the first two doors were locked, the third housed what hadto be a TV room, a huge wide screen drenched a wall, while modern corner stylesofas in white and black leather made the old castle come crashing into themodern day. Bypassing the main door and onto the right side of the lobby, thefirst door led into a huge kitchen, with a table set in the middle, the wholeroom full of foods, some of which Andrew had never seen. The door in the roomlead to a banqueting hall, which, he imagined to lead back out into the lobby.The hall was exquisite, tastefully decorated, with a large wooden table housingmany sturdy chairs. The two at either end were large and ornate, suggestingtwo very important people. That thought angered Andrew so much he shook. Two.Perhaps Lady Rynn had a husband?

As he left the room and entered the third and final door on the right sideof the lobby, the room seemed empty, various unused pieces of furniture dottedit, a lap, some chairs etc. Walking into the room, towards the huge window,facing what he guessed to be the road he was travelling along. Thinking backto then seemed ages ago to him, he was brought crashing back to reality, andthe ground when he tripped over a bump in the huge decorative rug in the middleof the room. Rising gently to his feet, sure he had made enough of a thud toalert anyone still in the castle of his presence he walked over to the bumpand trod on it, there was something hard beneath. Feeling his curiosity gettingthe better of him he peeled the corner of the rug back, noting how clean andwell kept the material was, before long he unveiled a large metal trap door,the cause of his trip was the big round iron handle.

Tip toeing to the front of the opening he threaded his fingers through themetal loop and pulled gently, it made a single creek of resistance making Andrewbite his lip, but then it sailed open like a breeze, casting enough light ontothe steps leading into a dimly lit corridor. Stepping down, Andrew gently easedthe metal door into its place and walked down the remainder of the steps andalong the dim corridor, smoothing his hands over the cool wall as he went.The corridor suddenly ended and opened into a huge room, an archway to hisleft from which odd noises came, in front the room was filled with apparatuswhich would need closer inspection to decipher its uses in the darkened room.Stepping into the room, with a dark fascination and feeling of surprise Andrewrealised he was stood in what could only be described as a dungeon. And judgingby the complete lack of dirt or dust, it appeared to be in full working order.

Stepping up to the first piece, it appeared to be a huge wooden throne, almostlike that of an electric chair, with straps for the wrists, knees and ankles,the only thing separating from a regular chair was the huge wooden shaft thatrose from its middle. Swallowing hard, several agonising thoughts of how thatwould feel sent shivers of pain and pleasure coursing through Andrew's body.Moving on he noted the rack, an old torture implement used to force out trueor untrue confessions from prisoners by stretching their limbs taught, usingtwo huge cogs, with handles. This one seemed different, from its use of modernmetals and wood and it had an extra piece which seemed to be in the right placeto stretch out a man's cock. Next, attached to the walls were various piecesof manipulated metal, most looked unused but all looked painful, along withvarious spreaders, for forcing limbs apart, an open cupboard full of creams,lotions, potions, dildos, strap-ons and vibrators. Hanging from the wall Andrewnoted several whips, ranging in length and material from leather to a painfullooking chain whip. All this was getting him turned on, but knowing deep downthat he would not being using them on anyone, but, he feared the other wayaround.

As he continued his search of the dungeon, the odd noises from the archway,now directly behind him, continued, engrossed in his exploration of all thingspain-related he did not hear the noise of stone rubbing against stone, a noisehe would soon come to be terrified of, and love just as equally. As he wasadmiring a set of cuffs hanging low from the ceiling, he gently slipped hiswrists in the stiff leather of the cuffs feeling how submission might feel,he enjoyed feeling trapped. He closed his eyes and imagined her, pacing aroundhim, as he lay limp in his restraints, begging to be let down, to be forgiven.Andrew shuddered enjoying how the thoughts made him feel, unaware of the vine,snaking its way along the ground, but he felt it as it grabbed him around hisankle, jarring his from his day dream back to reality. He tried for severalseconds, in vain, to get his wrists from his restraints, his was stood on histiptoes, the tentacle was pulling his leg from the wall, trying to drag him.Finally he got loose and wrenched the tentacle free before running for hislife to the stairs, pushing the trapdoor open, not caring if he was heard.He collapsed, terrified taking deep breaths on the floor next to the trapdoor.

Shortly after, he thought it wise to move, in case he was found. Hauling himselfup, he covered the trapdoor once again with the rug, before leaving the room,taking in the lobby once more he headed back upstairs this time heading downthe corridor opposite to where he came out. Focusing only on the door facinghim, it drew him to it, walking slowly deliberately, the erection in his pantsbeating in time with his footsteps, getting stronger and faster until he couldreach out and......

"HEY! What do you're think you're doing?" Andrew practically jumpedout of his skin, he turned to see Lady Rynn, pacing towards him, faster thanshe should have been able to. Quivering in anticipation, knowing he had disobeyedher, and knowing that he was going to be made sorry for it, he scanned hissurrounding, nothing but doors, on his left and right, and Lady Rynn, walkingtowards him. He followed his instinct, shocking himself in the process, hedropped to his knees and bent his head, feeling ashamed. Confused at his feelingsAndrew kept his head down, hoping she'd be lenient, and not at the same time.

"Do you think you have some right to wander my castle without permission?" Sheyanked his head, by his hair, forcing him to look at her.

"No-no, my lady, I'm-I'm sorry Lady Rynn, I just, Um, I...."

"You deliberately disobeyed my order, slave! You disobey me, you getpunished!"

"Wh-a- what are you going to do to me? Please, don't hurt me, please." Andrewbegged, knowing it would do him no good, she began dragging him down the hall,by his hair, all he could do was follow and whimper in pain, not just the painof having his long hair pulled, but also the pain, guaranteed to come, soon.

Wordlessly she dragged him, down the stairs, several times he stumbled, nearlyfalling, but trying, hard to. Anything to stop from angering her further. Dragginghim into the room, sparsely decorated with clutter, hurling back the rug withease and tugging at the iron handle she threw Andrew with great force downthe rough, painful stone steps, moaning painfully he dragged himself to hisknees just in time for Lady Rynn to once again gripping his hair and forcinghim into the main room, blocking off all hope of escape as she did.

"On your feet, slave, now!" She ordered, her voice contained noneof the hospitality it had earlier and yet she still sang beautiful music intohis very soul. As quickly as he could manage he was standing, not daring tolook at her.

"Strip." She said, Andrew hesitated, not sure he'd heard her right, "whatare you waiting for slave? I told you to strip..." as she uttered thelast words in her strict, delicious voice, he began to peel away his clothes,starting with his socks, his jeans, and t shirt leaving only his boxers tocover his modesty, and his erection.

"Those too, slave, you need to be thoroughly punished, and completelynaked." Andrew sighed gently to himself, peeling away his boxers, hishard cock springing to attention. The sudden cool air on his naked skin gavehim goose bumps and a feeling of blissful arousal. Lady Rynn began to approachhim, making him shiver in anticipation, grabbing him, this time by his armshe lead him to some shackles, hanging from the centre of the room, as withthose Andrew had strapped himself in earlier they left him standing on histiptoes to stay stood up, she roughly strapped him in, trying a blindfold aroundhis eyes. The darkness suddenly heightened his other senses, making his skincome alive tingling. Andrew heard her pace away, her huge black pvc boots makinga solid noise on the hard floor, shortly she returned and he heard her dropseveral items on a nearby table.

Lady Rynn pondered for a second before picking up a paddle, best to startlightly, then work her way up. Silently she walked around him and landed thefirst smack right between Andrew's ass cheek. He yelped in surprise and pain,making Lady Rynn smile, a damp feeling spreading to her underwear. Harder thistime, enjoying the sharp slap that echoed off the stone walls. Andrew gentlymoaned to begin with, Lady Rynn, though soon bored of not getting her desiredreaction picked up a red riding crop, one of her firm favourites as it hada piece of leather attached to the end which created a delicious whipping noiseas it flew through the air.

She paced around him, confusing him, making him ache in anticipation for hernext move, it came suddenly, sharp on his pert little ass, making him shakein his chains, gasp for breath. The following strokes came with little or nowarning one after the other, making red welts appear on his back and ass andlegs, his breaths became ragged, occasionally whimpering and struggling invain against his restraints. Lady Rynn occasionally laughed, taking joy inhis pain and moans. She stopped only when the welts had started to bleed andAndrew was almost constantly yelling in pain. As a final shove to his partof his punishment Lady Rynn brought out a chain whip, gently rattling the heavymetal links, with no real intent of using it, but she got the response shewas seeking.

"Oh, no....please is that the chain whip My Lady?, please no, pleasedon't hit me with that, I beg of you." Andrew begged, hanging limply inhis restraints, whimpering, sobbing softly to himself. Placing it down LadyRynn reached up and took off his blindfold and let him gently down into herarms. He fell, exhausted from tensing his muscles, gasping at the sudden painfrom release, "on your feet slave," came her relentless order, despitethe pain Andrew knew disobeying her order would mean a worse punishment thanhe was about to receive. Forced via his hair to bend over a nearby table, heheard Lady Rynn snap on a pair of rubber gloves, he didn't dare look behind,but was enlightened soon after when she began to lube up his ass, running herfingers down between his cheeks, finally resting at the entrance, pushing relentlesslyuntil he relaxed, opening for her, he felt her finger slide half way in, hisass reacting, trying to expel the invading digit, instead he relaxed againallowing his Lady's finger to slip all the way in right up to her knuckle.He moaned, softly.

As soon as he was greased up, Lady Rynn dragged him to the chair, the onehe had first noted when he entered the dungeon earlier, he swallowed hard andknew that resistance was futile. "Sit on the wooden shaft, it's time forposture correction, slave!" She whispered, obeying, Andrew stepped upto the chair and eased himself down onto the wooden shaft, pausing as it stretchedhis virgin hole, whimpering as the pain turned to pleasure. Filling his insides.As soon as he was seated Lady Rynn proceeded to strap in his ankles and kneesand wrists. She informed him that if he didn't stay still he would hurt himselfon the wooden shaft buried inside him, and that she wouldn't make it easy onhim. Andrew shuddered at this, as he felt her hands in his hair, rubbing, pullingsoftly at first, then harder and harder until it became a jerking movement,he could feel the wooden shaft inside him, rubbing his violated insides, yellingout in pain.

Next, she began to spank him, through the gaps in the back of the chair, nowvertical welts crossed his horizontal ones, again making him squirm and movearound trying to move away from the pain and yet doing nothing more an causinghimself worse pain, he began to gently sob at this unfair game. But the worsewas next to come, at first the gentile tickling on his feet just seemed tobe a normal itch, unable to scratch it Andrew tried to ignore it, as it spread,up and up his legs it became difficult to ignore, then, on the verge of askinghis Lady if she could help him, he suddenly realised that the tickling hadturned to stinging and that itch had turned to ants, hundreds and thousandsof them, crawling all over him nipping and biting as they went.

Before long they were all over him, feasting on his flesh, tears rolled downhis eyes, pain, humiliation. "Ready to beg yet slave?" Lady Rynnprovoked, smiling evilly. "Oh, please My Lady, no more ants they hurt,please, you can do anything just please stop the ants My Lady, I beg of you." Camehis reply, almost instantly, desperation evident amidst his gentile sobs. Clickingher fingers, the ants stopped, dead. Sighing and sobbing in relief Lady Rynnopened his restraints and told him to ease himself off slowly, so as not tohurt himself. Andrew obeyed, almost missing the familiar full feeling. Lookingup Lady Rynn was holding a dog collar and chain. Understanding Andrew loweredhimself to all fours and crawled over to her, his head bent in shame, knowingwhat she expected and thought of him.

Leaning over she secured the collar on him, tugging on the chain to ensurethe correct tightness and reaction came from the tight yank she gave him. Satisfiedshe turned on her skyscraper heels and began walking, dragging him along behindher, like her animal. Up the steps and out of the trap door, telling him tosit, like a good boy while she replaced the door. Taking up his lead againshe took him upstairs, veering towards the corridor of doors on the left. Openinga door into a huge master bathroom the size of a hospital ward. Instantly,Andrew noticed this was no ordinary bathroom, it did however consist of a bath,a huge ornate one, similar, but bigger than that in his room. It also had asink, a shower and several units. But that was where the similarities withany normal bathroom stopped, it had a bed, with stirrups, normally used forpregnant women, with a light above the bed, ready to shine down on the patient.Several trolleys covered in ominous looking medical apparatus, and draws concealingmuch more.

Lady Rynn, after giving Andrew sufficient time to drink in this surroundings,yanked him into the room by his chain, instructing him to act like a dog. Andrew,after hesitating and receiving a good kick to the ribs, began to pant and wigglehis ass, looking up at his Lady for attention. She smiled to herself. Dragginghim over to a until.

"Stand up, you dirty slut, time to clean you up!" She ordered givinga sharp tug on his lead.

"Yes, My Lady," he replied, gently rising to his feet. Lady Rynnforced him roughly to bend over the unit, as he did Andrew felt the greasedup tube enter his abused, stretched ass, expelling a gentle moan that becamelouder as the warm water filled his bowels, filling him beyond any sense ofthe word. After every drop had squeezed its way into his ass, and Andrew hadwatched the expression on his Lady's face in the mirror above him, she openedher mouth to him again. Filling him with joy, amidst the pain.

"Hold it in slut, we need to make sure your filthy ass is nice and clean."

"Y-y-yes My L-lady." Came his stuttered reply. By now his cock hadbeen constantly hard for hours, he had not felt release since the bath, thatseemed so long ago now. Almost as if she read his mind Lady Rynn slotted acock ring over his now throbbing shaft, her touch nearly sent him over theedge, but it was stopped dead by the tight cut-off feeling the rubber cockring brought. By now the water had been in his ass for over 10 minutes, holdingonto it was difficult and painful, it brought stinging tears to his eyes, eachtime he looked up he saw his Lady, dressed in a smutty red, white and blacknurses outfit, the little hat set purposefully off centre. Its hem barely coveredher modesty, caressed softly with a black thong, concealing the suspender beltwhich held up her black stockings. Each glance at her sent Andrew's head spinningknowing he couldn't come.

Before long came relief, "ok slut, sit on the toilet." The feelingof fullness gradually subsided, but pleasure was not to be his. "You'restill a dirty slut, and now I'm going to teach your clean ass a lesson...Geton the bed, now!" Without wanting to push his luck Andrew laid down onthe bed, almost thankful for the minute of rest. And minute it was, he felthis arms being tied above his head, his chest being strapped to the bed, andthe final humiliation, his legs being spread wide and strapped into the stirrups.Pacing around him, Lady Rynn pressed a button on a remote attached to the bed,forcing his ass high into the air, making him accessible from all angles. Andrewfelt humiliated, spread wide for whoever cared to look at him.

Moving between his legs, Lady Rynn pulled a trolley near, snapping on a freshpair of gloves, started to probe his ass, moving her finger in and out, invokingmoans of pain and pleasure from the immobile patient. Reaching for her trolleyshe picked up a metal pole, it was thick with a bulbous tip, gently forcingit into his lubed hole, invoking another moan of pleasure mixed with pain.As it slipped in slowly, Andrew groaned happily. But all too soon his pleasurewas taken away. Yanking the implement out leaving him void, she replaced itwith heavy cold metal balls, slipping three in with little effort and followingthem up with another two. By now the feeling was on the verge of pain for Andrew,filled with metal balls, moving, hitting each other, vibrating slowly wheneverhis Lady pressed her remote. She topped it up with a butt plug, Andrew feltforced to gasp for air, between his full up ass and hard, throbbing cock everywherebelow his abdomen ached. Something which, again, Lady Rynn seemed to guessat, and gave him his answer. As usual it wasn ' t going to be easy for him.

Undoing his restraints, forcefully yanking him to his feet via his hair, nowtingling from the constant abuse, walking ached. Luckily Andrew only had towalk downstairs and into one of the rooms that only earlier was locked. Thepleasurable ache in his abdomen and groin moaned at him each time he took astep. Inside the room seemed to be nothing, it was a large sized room, fourvery big screens covered the walls which flickered on as Andrew entered, beforehe could see what was on them, she spoke.

"Now listen slut, don't think I haven ' t seen you walking round allhard, all day. Time for a little release for you, I think...." she paused,fondling her whip provocatively "soon porn will flicker on all the TVscreens, men and women will be sucked, and fucked. And you will wank, you'llbe surrounded by porn, and maybe a few other surprises. Understand so far?"

"Yes, My Lady."

"Good, but there's a catch, you can't come, for a full hour. If you comeyou will be punished further, if you don't you'll be allowed to come."

"Yes, I understand My Lady." Andrew took a careful grip on his throbbingshaft, had it not been for his cock ring, the sheer touch of his hand wouldhave sent him over the edge. He began to slowly pull back his foreskin, listeningto the gentile moans of the sluts surrounding him on the big screens, and aspromised hundreds of porn mags open to pages full of women showing themselvesoff, spread around him. Sighing as waves of pleasure enveloped him, subconsciouslyhearing the ticking clock in the background, and his Lady occasionally tellinghim how many minutes of his agonising hour remained.

"Fifteen minutes passed slut." As he looked to his Lady to acknowledgewhat she had said he gasped, seeing her playing with her soft folds, coveringher lucky fingers in juices. He stepped up to him, smeared the juices overhis lips Andrew lapped at them eagerly, the taste was like nothing he'd evertasted before, it was to musky but sweet, with a smell that flung him intoflurries of pleasure. She yanked off his cock ring, roughly, again the sheertouch of her nearly sent him into orgasm.

"Thirty-five minutes gone, slave." By now, Andrew had stopped himselfcoming several times, his balls were begging for release, slowly betrayinghim, his own body was using his hand against him, the sluts on the screenswere screaming in orgasm, soon joined by his Lady as she shook with the wavesof orgasm, as Andrew watched, her juices flowed freely from her cunt, soakingher fingers, as streams began to slowly escape she walked over, stood overhis face and said....

"Lick me, slut." Without hesitation, Andrew began to suck at thenectar escaping from between his Lady's legs, savouring her exquisite taste,letting to flow over his tongue and down his throat, feeling his erection throbin his curled fingers. Her moans were like pure music to his ears knowing thathe was bringing her even just the slightest piece of pleasure turned him oneven more, the ticking clock was now just another noise blended with the TVscreens hidden in the distance. The harder he licked the more she moaned, movingonto his knees for more height he felt the balls in his ass buzz softly, pushingagainst the butt plug and his insides, making him gasp in ecstasy.

As Lady Rynn was brought to yet another shuddering climax, out-screaming allthe sluts on the screens, Andrew's cock, still painfully throbbing nearly emptiedits load, he quickly bent over moaning in pain as his body punished him forthe constant torment of building himself up only to deny himself, again. Goingback to stroking Andrew gently closed his eyes, bit his lip hard, trying notto think dirty thoughts but not wanting to lose his erection. He slipped hishead back, still sitting on his knees, he spread them, allowing his balls moreroom.

"Fifty-five minutes gone," she said in a ragged tone, still comingdown from orgasm no doubt, "five more minutes to go, are you going tomake it, slut?" Andrew brought himself steadily back to reality, tastingblood where he had bitten his lip. He looked to his mistress, sat, watchinghim intently her head bent to one side, looking for a reply to her question.

"I-I don't know My Lady." Came his weak, stuttered reply. His handwas working his cock slowly, speeding up occasionally the clock had now becomea constant reminder of his punishment, ticking away seconds painfully. Fifty-six,fifty-seven minutes gone, moaning he closed his eyes trying to concentrateon the blood on his lips as images of his Lady raced through his head. Fifty-eightminutes gone, his breathing was ragged coming in short sharp gasps as the heatwithin him rose, consuming him. Fifty-nine minutes gone, Andrew was now openlygroaning at the pain in his abdomen, the clock counted away the seconds, bebegan to count them in his head, trying desperately to go the whole hour.

Roughly forty two seconds into the final minute he spilled his seed unableto resist any longer, he splashed his chest, his knees and the glossy pagessurrounding him. His orgasm was so strong he didn ' t realise he was holdinghis breath, his eyes screwed shut his entire body held taught. As he finishedthe buzzer on the faraway clock went off, screaming at him, he knew he haddisobeyed her, and that he would soon suffer. But she seemed to let him calmdown, let his breathing return to a state of normality, his softening cocknow only oozed where seconds before it had squirted with such vigour that pagesfar in front of him had been soaked in his hot come.

He slowly opened his eyes, licking the remainder of blood from his cut lip,searching for his Lady, who was behind him, fixing his dog collar and chainback on, dragging him and forcing him back onto his hands and knees, headingfor the door. Andrew could only guess at what was next as he looked one lasttime around the room, noting the TVs were off and all the magazines were gone.He hung his head, and crawled close to his Lady's leg feeling her warmth, gladto be where he belonged. As her slut, her slave.

Of course, it was back to the dungeon for Andrew, and straight into the rackfor questioning.

"So, slave. Tell me, have you ever been dominated before?" Cameher first question, so much for starting at the beginning it seemed Lady Rynnenjoyed jumping in at the deep end.

"N-no, My Lady, I was tied to the bed once, but nothing serious." Andrewwhimpered in reply, unable to look up past her full red lips.

"How long have you felt this way?" She began to twist the cogs,pulling his limbs apart, he felt a gentle pull on his semi-hard cock, pullingthat away from his body, he grimaced slightly and continued.

"W-well, I think it started when I was young. I remember playing cowboysand Indians in the nearby woods, I was an Indian, and when my team turned againstme, tying me up to a tree I remember a lady ordered the cowboys to untie me,I remember looking at her and had nothing but respect for her. The way shestood, her tone of voice they way she commanded so solidly, so full of authority...." heseemed lost in a trance somewhere remembering that day.

"Were you a happy child?" The cogs turned achingly again.

"Not really, I spent most of my childhood alone or getting bullied." Hewinced, again the pain was becoming a constant ache.

Tired with the questioning, and judging by the look on her face, the questionshad provoked some feelings inside Lady Rynn that she was desperate to conceal,hidden deep within her. Angrily she tugged the cogs hard, Andrew screamed feelinghis limbs on the verge of popping from their sockets, his now hard cock pulledtightly from his body, she seemed to be lost somewhere in her mind, even ashis screams turned to sobs and gasps for breath she seemed not to notice, butshe had stopped turning the cogs, pacing away from the rack and from his concerned-painedlook. Andrew was forced to concentrate solely on the pain, crying out he triedto struggle which brought nothing but more pain, the only relief he obtainedwas when he thrust up with this hips, only an inch as that was all his restraintswould allow but it eased the pull on his tormented member.

Sometime later when Andrew had begin to feel faint from the pain, Lady Rynnreturned, all look of her previous pain had disappeared, gently she let himdown, his body fell limp into her arms, exhausted from straining his muscles.Gently she cradled him, close to her chest, he could scarcely keep his eyesopen and felt himself sigh softly as she gently rocked him. He woke up to findthem in a room he had not been in before, the room was similar to the one hehad stayed already. The room was decorated in red and black, the huge bed inwhich they lay tangled together in had the same black and red silk sheets,which caressed his naked skin with cool, soft kisses. He looked down and notedhow his hair tumbled over his Lady's face, his arms were around her holdingher close to his chest, she made no noise as she slept and only the gentileride and fall of her chest suggested she was still alive. Looking at her eyesAndrew noted how her long dark lashes rested peacefully on her milky cheeks,her complexion was soft her luscious red lips were slightly parted, one armlay buried beneath her head, the other, its fingers entwined with Andrew's.The soft silk sheets that caressed her skin had slipped down, revealing thevalley between her breasts Andrew longed to touch them, and with each gentilebreath she took the covers seemed to slip father down.

Gently he moved the hair from her face, she stirred smiling, and he continuedto kiss her softly on the head, gently caressing her soft skin. It felt likevelvet on his fingertips, he moved them softly over her eyelids and her perfectnose, over her full lips invoking an appearance from her tongue, which lappedand danced gently over his fingertip. Slowly but surely his kisses reachedher mouth, biting gently on her lips, teasing them, she slowly stirred flutteringher eyelashes as light streamed in. Clearly pleased with what she saw she returnedthe gentile kiss, biting on Andrew's injured lip, making him moan softly. LadyRynn moved position so she was now cradled in his chest, breathing in his strongmasculine smell, still kissing him she brought up her hands and allowed themto roam, and scratch his chest, tiny moans escaped him mid-kiss. She reachedhis nipples and pulled them taught, by now his hands had roamed over her collarboneand were heading down for her pert breasts, her nipples were hard and a feelingof damp was invading her sex. As his hands gently cupped her breasts and theirkisses became more and more frantic Lady Rynn began to move on top of him,straddling his legs which he bent up behind her. They could both feel his hardcock and her wet pussy grinding against each other as their kisses had becomeintense bites at soft tender flesh. Neither could stand the temptation anylonger and Lady Rynn slipped Andrew's rock hard cock inside her dripping pussy.

They both moaned simultaneously, his cock felt amazing in her pussy as itspread wide her soft walls. Lady Rynn began to move up and down, slowly atfirst but with not intention of turning this into making love, but how is wassupposed to be, rough, nasty sex. As she built up a momentum, thrusting herselfon his cock, sending him into spasms of pleasure she started to scratch andslap his naked chest making him moan and writhe, the pain mixing with the pleasure,his cock was now throbbing inside him and the thanked her for the honour.

"Mmmm, Lady Rynn, thank you for giving this slut the pleasure of feelingyou on his hard cock." He moaned to her, and like music to her ears shelaughed, continuing to fuck him, slap scratch and bite him. Their groans bouncedoff the castle walls, coming back to them twofold, Lady Rynn rode her slut'scock with such vigour and enthusiasm that she came several times, screamingin ecstasy each time she rid, raking at his skin which was by now, burningthrough big red scratches and bite marks and pleasure. Before long he beganto come, filling her hole with his hot spunk, her pussy clenched around himand milked him dry. They both fell, exhausted into a happy sweaty pile beforefalling into a deep sleep once more.

The following morning, or at least Andrew assumed it was morning, daylightstreamed through the huge window, coming round slowly he saw he was chainedto the floor by his feet in the room that he first stayed in, the bed had beenmoved to the opposite wall leaving a big space of floor sufficient enough tolet him reach the table set up with his breakfast, but no further. He hauledhis aching body to the table and munched hungrily on the food, there was toastand some bacon, a banana , and of course a huge mug of steaming coffee whichhe left till last. Just as he took the last mouthful, she walked in, Andrewlooked up at her she was wearing a very tight suit, a white shirt the firstfew buttons were open revealing her black bra, a tight, a too short skirt whichteased the tops of her thighs gracefully, showing off her white hold up stockingsand high, slutty court shoes. Gasping as she threw some clothes at him andquickly undid his ties.

"Glad you're up, get washed and dressed, slut time for school!" Andwith that she disappeared again, Andrew gently rubbed his ankles where theyhad been chained and got up to head for the bathroom. Inspecting his reflectionhe decided to shave, carefully so as not to nick himself before easing hisaching muscles into the steaming hot shower. Letting the water pour over himAndrew wondered what was in store for him today, running his hands throughhis long hair and washing his bruised, aching skin thoroughly, knowing anydirt would drive her insane. He washed his hair gently, looking down intentlyat his growing cock. Stepping out of the shower he dried himself off lookingfor the first time at his 'uniform'. It consisted of two hair bands, a whiteshirt, a black tie, a short black skirt, a black thong and suspender belt which,he assumed would connect with the black, lace top stockings. Sighing he beganby separating his long hair into two parts and fixing them into place withthe bobbles. Next he pulled on the thong, feeling the soft material fit snuglybetween his ass cheeks, followed by the suspender belt which took a littlefiguring out for him, Andrew enjoyed the feeling of the stockings on his legs,pulling them up and fixing them into place with the suspender belt. Next camethe shirt, he left one button open, feeling sure it would please his Lady toknow what a slut he was, tying his tie in place he finished the outfit offwith the skirt that barely covered his ass.

Tottering on the slippery stockings he left the steamy bathroom, assumingthe 'school' would be downstairs, he was right as he was drawn to the soundof chalk on a blackboard. He entered one of the rooms that was locked the otherday and saw it to be a class room, at the front a huge blackboard was attachedto the wall and his Lady was drawing an in depth diagram of a couple havingsex. She turned as he entered.

"Oh, you're late slut! get to the back of the class! NOW!" She yelled,jarring him into action, he moved to the back, slipping behind the top-openingdesk, a piece of paper and pencil sat on the top. He also noted two other boysin the room one sat on either side, they did not seem to notice him, or noticethat he was dressed like a girl. As he looked back to the front, he saw LadyRynn had turned to face the class.

"Ok sluts, get ready for your test, turn your pages over and start youhave an hour. You may begin." Andrew flipped over his paper seeing thequestions were on sex, a multiple choice test. Picking up his pencil he beganto chew its end as he pondered the first question. Ouch! he felt the sharpsmack of her cane, forcing him to sit up straight, "take that OUT of yourmouth it is not there to chew, it is there to take the test." She warnedhim, sniggers came from the other two boys, making him blush in embarrassment.He stopped chewing and marked the first answer.

Eventually, after his Lady had paced up and down a few times, whipping himon his back to correct his posture as she went, he was informed his time wasthrough and they were going to watch a film. Behind him there was two rowsof tables, the back ones higher than the first, taking a seat, as directedon the higher table, resting his feet on the tables below he was soon joinedby the other two who sat close, trapping him between them. Lady Rynn turnedon the DVD player, ensuring to bend over, showing off her thong. This evokedwhistles from the two boys sat around him, Andrew, too shy to join in, satquiet sneaking only sly looks at his beautiful Lady. The DVD was porn comedocumentary, turning the three of them on pretty quickly after its start, thetwo boys soon had their cocks out, rubbing them, grunting like animals. Itwasn't long before they noticed him and began to turn their attentions to him.

It started with a few sultry glances, then two hands on his knees, he lookedlongingly at his Lady, but she sat, engrossed in the screen. The hands movedup, taking his skirt with it, revealing his thong, and hard cock beneath it,this made the two boys groan in pleasure, one soon had his hand down Andrew'sthong, toying with his shaft, making him moan. The other, sat on his kneesand forced his hard cock into Andrew's mouth, unsure what to do he coughedand choked on the invading organ. Soon, as he became used to it, he figuredthe best thing to do was suck, to help him come and get the whole humiliatingsituation over, but things were to beg worse as the other boy was lifting Andrewto his knees, forcing him on all fours. Feeling his thong being shoved to oneside and lube being spread between his ass cheeks Andrew could guess what wascoming, and he was right. As the boy behind rammed his cock into Andrew's tightass he was skewered by cock, as one pushed he was forced harder onto the other.This seemed to pleasure the two boys, and Lady Rynn who was informed by thetables banging against each other, and the floor as to what was going on. Andrewlooked at her pleadingly, but couldn ' t speak as he was gagged, with cock.She laughed.

"Well well well, looks like the slut couldn't wait to have cock, couldhe?! You're such a dirty whore, slave. And now look you're being fucked fromboth directions." She spat, looking disgusted, but secretly pleased, andaroused by his situation. The boy in his mouth suddenly pulled out and cameall over Andrew's face, shortly followed by the boy in his ass who came deepinside him, filling him with hot come before slapping his ass and leaving,with the other boy. Going back to wherever they came from.

Andrew wiped the tears from his eyes at being choked by cock, he tried hisbest to rearrange himself, but the come soon ran out of his abused ass andsoaked his thong. His Lady grabbed him by his hair, and started to drag himout of the room.

"Sluts need to be cleaned, slave. You're a dirty slut, time to cleanyou and your filthy ass up!" She laughed pulling on his hair hard.

"Yes my lady," Andrew sniffed knowing what was coming next.

Soon after, in the huge bathroom come hospital ward Lady Rynn had Andrew bentover a surface near the sink administering an enema in his tender ass, he grippedthe cold marble in agony, biting his lip to try and take his mind off the pain.As the warm blood passed over his tongue he felt the pipe taken from his ass,his bowels growled from the feeling. Gripping tightly he tried to hold everydrop inside, knowing that was what his Lady wanted, sitting back on the toiletseat she began to smile at him, he was unable to gage exactly what was behindthat smile and wondered what she was thinking. He tried to smile back but thepain in his ass throbbed, in time with his racing heartbeat from the look shewas giving him. Making him feel the familiar rousing in his abdomen.

Much later as Andrew was feeling dizzy from clenching his muscles, she stoodup, moved behind him, placed her hand on his back, leaning into his ear shetold him.

"Slave, you've been a good boy, a very good boy. Time for a treat," thelast bit she said dirtily, gripping his hardening cock. This made him shudder,and almost made him empty his bowels all over the bathroom floor. "Ohand you'd better empty yourself!" she smiled, Andrew didn't need telling,he watched her leave the bathroom, sighing with relief. After he was sure hewas done, he straightened himself out and went looking for her, his first guessbeing the dungeon, and he was right, she sat, legs crossed on a throne notdissimilar to that which he had sat on himself but without the wooden shaftor restraints and was a black wood, most likely ebony, with silver details.She beckoned him over, standing up to meet him as he approached her.

She pushed him back into the chair just as Poison started to play, loud outof nowhere. Lady Rynn began to move, slowly at first, giving him occasionalglances, dancing several steps away. She let the music wash over her body runningher hands over her body, from her neck, down her chest, over her black corsetdown her stomach, stopping at her pussy and moving back up, now she was alwayslooking at him her eyes were piercing. She told him to strip, forming the wordsthrough perfect lips, obliging happily Andrew removed all his clothes, lettinghis prick stand up, she urged him to touch himself with her gentile touch,stepping back to reveal the ribbons holding her trapped in corset, she gentlyundid them, throwing it to one side, her nipples were hard so she gently teasedthem some more. Still occasionally running her hands over her, this time, asshe did she took the waist band of her skirt with them, shimmying out of theskirt which had the middle panel held on by safety pins which gently clatteredas they hit the floor, kicking it away now wearing only a black thong and kneehigh boots she sainted over to him, pulled him to his feet, dancing close enoughto feel her warm breath on his naked chest, to get the occasional touch asshe moved down his body, spreading her legs as she went lower and came backup to meet his face again, smiling that smile.

Lady Rynn paced around him, still dancing as the final notes of the song fadedout replaced by a barely audible Anything Goes, GnR. Not that either of thempaid attention to the music as she backed Andrew hard against the wall andsank down to her knees taking his cock roughly in her mouth tearing a roughmoan of pleasure from him. Using the wall for support Lady Rynn continued tosuck on his hard shaft using her tongue bar to show him the very edge of hissanity, the peak of sexual dominance and pleasure. Andrew stood rigid, hisback pressed against the cool stone feeling himself slip away, a million milesaway, further further. Feeling pleasure ebb and flow warmth into him, coveringhis skin, making him tingle and quiver and shake in sheer ecstasy. He felther raking his thighs with her nails, pulling his foreskin up and down withthe other hand as she sucked harder and faster scraping him gently with hersharp fangs.......fangs?

It was too late to muse anything as Andrew filled her mouth with his hot come,she moved slowly up her body and kissed him, forcing open his lips before lettinghis still warm come fill his mouth, knowing there was nothing else to do butswallow, he did, grimacing slightly. Lady Rynn continued the soft kiss, enjoyingthe feel of his soft lips and flesh against her own. She had found herselfa gem, and there would be no escape for this one.

Pulling away she smiled at him, not the sexy smile she had given him earlier,but an evil grin, knowing that meant pain or torture of one kind or another.Gripping his hand she led him upstairs to a bedroom, inside stood a timid lookinggirl, who was quite gaunt and blonde. He turned to his Lady looking for guidancean explanation, she clocked his look and in response told him. "Were goingto play a little game, slave, I'm sure you're aware of the game Simon Says?" Andrewnodded, "well, basically, this is Lady Rynn says, you do what I say onlywhen I say Lady Rynn says." Again, he nodded in understanding. Followinghis Lady to stand next to the girl.

"Ok slave, Lady Rynn says kiss me." Happy to oblige Andrew planteda gentile kiss on his Lady's cheek.

"Lady Rynn says kiss her." She nodded in the girl's direction, Andrewstepped up to her and planted an embarrassed peck on the girl's cheek.

"No, on the lips!" Without thinking he repeated the kiss on herlips, and was instantly repaid with a sharp smack from his Lady's riding crop,he yelled out in pain "I didn ' t say Lady Rynn says, stupid slave!" Hehung his head in shame.

"Lady Rynn says kiss her passionately." Andrew stepped up to her,cupped her face in his hands and kissed her once passionately, roughly thenlet go.

"Good slave, now kiss me passionately." He paused for a second,unsure as she hadn't said the magic words. Then shook his head slowly, no. "What?" sheasked, "don't you want to kiss your Lady?" Andrew opened his mouthto reply.

"Y-yes My Lady, more than anything else, but you di..... you didn't sayLady Rynn says."

"Very well, Lady Rynn says, kiss me passionately." Andrew did nothesitate, stepped up to his lady and kissed her long, deep and enthusiastically,when he pulled away he blushed thankful for the honour of tasting his Lady.

"Mmmm," she said, licking her lips, "now Lady Rynn says takeoff her clothes." Emphasising her while nodding in the direction of thegirl who whimpered as Andrew timidly took off her clothes careful not to tookat her slim body, preferring his curvy Lady to the pale staved looking girlwho stood staring at him, as if she wanted him. While Andrew stepped back,and looked to his Lady for guidance she stepped forward, spread her long thinfingers on Andrew's chest, startling him, he took a step back his gaze on herface.

Lady Rynn looked at the girl as she stepped in on her territory, but stoodback to see if her slave would give in to the girl's advances or if he wouldturn her away. Andrew tried to prise her hands off him, looking almost repulsedby her touch, taking a step back and looking in the direction of his Lady forguidance, wanting out of this situation and this girls clutches. Lady Rynnglanced back and him and he knew this was a test. He bit his lip unsure ofwhat his Lady wanted from this, he knew he did not want to touch any otherapart from his Lady, but perhaps if he didn't allow the girls advances hisLady would be angered that she had gone to the trouble to get the girl here,for him. But her touch had him repulsed there was no way he could fake beingturned on by her.

The girl had by now gripped his face and was trying to kiss him, hard on hislips, anger rose in him at her obvious desperation, and as he looked to hisLady the briefest look of fury covered her sensual features, he turned backto the girl and pushed her off hard, but she was not so easily broken, crawlingback to him she tried to grab his cock, Andrew's reflexes forced him to jumpback smacking his back hard on the wall behind him. He groaned as she lungedfor him a third time accidentally snapping his head back against the wall.Again, he groaned dizzy from the bang to his head, she took her chance andstarted sucking him off, from no where came his rage, he stood up despite beingstill light headed, took her forcefully by the forearm and told her sternly.

"Get off me, I don't like you, I don't want you." He looked downadmitting something he had been dying to say for some time. "I want MyLady Rynn." With that she seemed to get the hint, gathering together herclothes she ran from the room. Lady Rynn turned back to face a very shy lookingAndrew who dropped to his knees ready to serve.

"Well, so you want me do you, slave?" before she gave him the opportunityto answer, she continued, "that's all well and good, but you have no rightsto me, yet, and you disobeyed me during that game, and now you have to be punished.Andrew nodded solemnly, and asked, his eyes still fixed to the floor in frontof him.

"W-what are you going to do to me, My Lady?"

"Why, slave, you're going to the maze of course." Her smile wasthat of pure, tormented evil, it made him shake from the depths of his soul.What the hell was the maze?

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Thangaiku Theriyaamal Amma Magalai Oothen

Indru tamil kama kathaiyil ilamaiyaana magalum pinbu vithavai ammavaiyum eppadi usar seithu matter poten endru ungaluku solugiren. Suvarasiyam athigam irukum kama kathaikul selalam vaarungal, en peyar karthik. En veethiiyil oru pen ilamaiyaaga sexiyaaga irupaal, avalai thinamum sight adithu kondu irupen. Thinamum aval kalluri sendru varum pozhuthu iru velaiyilum sight adika arambithu viduven. Aval peyar nandhini vayathu 21 irukum, avaluku veetil aan thunai kidaiyaathu. Veetil oru amma iru...

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slaver or collecter Anna becomes a slave

A few weeks go by, we are all packed and headed for the airport. Omar's private jet taxis over to us, the door opens and the ladder comes down,we go inside. Anna is wondering who we know who has their own jet. Hours and hours later we are landing in Dubai. The limo picks us up then a hour later we are at Omar’s palace. Omar comes out and escorts us into his living room, there sits Sasha and Jane in their burkas. Omar introduces everyone, then says Anna it is so nice to meet you, I...

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A Slave to the Gathering

My Mistress Cherie is in the habit of masturbating me regularly. She'll do this last thing at night before locking me away in my cage and again first thing in the morning. My cock raises to her hand expectantly each time, trained in a Pavlovain way to her demand. At times too I am wanked, or she has me wank during the daytime too. She tells me she does this to keep me docile, to reduce my maleness and increase my servility to her feminine domination. She knows too that it is good for me, good...

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A Slave Fathers Diary

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OffWorld Slave Girl Chapter 10 Return to The Dirty Wives Club

Again, a warm and hearty welcome to my Earth readers. I continue my tale of my adventures with my pleasure-slave Melora, and various other slaves too. As previous readers are aware I had retired to the planet Rigel VI, on the outer rim of our galaxy.The rich elite of this planet, of which I had become one of its newest members, bought and sold pleasure-slaves. Pleasure slaves were women (and men) who had submitted themselves to the auction houses in the big cities here.They were escaping the...

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A Routine EnslavementChapter 3 The Slavers Career

Here I will lay out how I, William Steelforth, progressed from the unqualified slavery enthusiast I was in high school to the qualified slavery advocate I had become as managing partner of the agency which bore my name. After high school, the next opportunity to have an animated exchange about my ideas with a teacher came in a discussion with Professor Petersen, my philosophy teacher, in my sophomore year of college. Unlike my high school civics teacher, he was actually a proponent of...

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Bonnie Her Brothers Slave Volume II

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Family EnslavedChapter 8 SlaveSister

"I just can't believe he cheated on me," Cheryl sighed. "I mean, we just got married, you know?" I nodded sympathetically. We'd spent much of the afternoon talking about BDSM, or I'd talked, I should say. Cheryl had asked a lot of questions and I'd done my best to answer them. But her mind kept wandering back to James and his infidelity. It was going to take some time before she could forgive him We were sitting at a small round table in a hotel bar after our lunch, the same hotel...

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Thelma and her brother

Note : This story is completely fictional!In nineteen forty six Thelma Lou Anderson was married with three kids. Linda was the oldest. She was sixteen. Guy and George was ten and Guy seven. Thelma owned a beauty shop in Kansas City. She suspected her husband Lawerance was cheating on her again. She followed him one day when he thought she was at work and saw him go into a house. A woman opened the door and he went in. That was all the proof she needed. She went home and packed her suitcase and...

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The Passion of Mother Ethel

Mother Ethel always enjoyed the short walk to the train station. It was beautiful Autumnal morning and Mother Ethel took the opportunity to walk to the train station as she knew that she had a very busy day ahead. Those that saw Mother Ethel along the way bowed reverently,they knew that Mother Ethel was a Nun of the Monastery of Repentance and when a Nun or a Monk walked past it was polite to bow, for many knew what the Nun's and Monk's of the Monastery were capable of. As Mother Ethel strolled...

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Dot Dorothea and Dick

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A mother gets blackmailed into being a sex slave for her son and his friends

Well to be honest it has been at least ten years since I talked with anyone directly involved with it all, and now it has been more than forty years since it all happened. Yet there are some defining moments in your life that you never forget. True, details become blurred with time and perhaps some details that still exist may have come from second hand accounts or perhaps even from an over active imagination; the realities of the moments are still there. It all started the summer of 1952 in...

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Mothers Sex Slave

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I am a Sex Slave to My mother

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Bonnie Her Brothers Slave

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Sex Slave to My BrotherChapter 2

“What the fuck!” I jerked up at the sound of my brother’s voice. He was standing in the doorway of his bedroom staring at me. I was sure I was quite the sight. Here I was on his bed, tied up, half naked and panicking. I was thrashing wildly around as if I could hide from my brother, as if the rope and metal handcuffs biting into my skin would suddenly disappear and I could escape. “What the fuck, Jen?” Ben cried out again. Deep down, I had known it was inevitable that he would find me...

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How I became my fathers cum slave Part Two

Introduction: It would be best to read part one first. I kept my eyes trained on my fathers form as he sauntered towards my bed. I was starting to relax as I played out my idea in my head. All I had to do was allow him to do whatever he wanted except enter my pussy. But even just thinking about my father touching me made me get soaking wet. He obviously noticed because he chuckled as he stood at the edge of my bed. He motioned with his head towards me and my brother got up to pull me back into...

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My Golden Summer with Blythe Ch 01

Our Last Day of School. I can’t believe it. This is my last day of school, I thought, not sure how I felt now that the long awaited day was here. Stepping out into the beautiful sunny afternoon, heading toward the group of waiting yellow school buses I breathed a sigh of relief. I was glad school was finished. Throughout High School like a ship at sea, I had plotted my course, studying hard. However, the Scholarship that many felt I had rightfully won had somehow ended up going to one of...

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Long haired slave mother

Long haired slave mother:This is a fantasy story of my sexy long haired slave mother. We live in a small town in India.I was bought up in a traditional environment: dominant father,submissive mother kinda situation.I had seen my mother in various submissive roles and knew that she could be dominated, but was just afraid of my father. When i was 18, my father left my mother for some other women. Now it was only me and my mother.Describing my mother, she was 5ft 2 inches in hieght, average built,...

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Antheas baby 1

“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”Anthea looked up at her mum as she sat down at the dining table. “Nothing is wrong,” Anthea responded watching as her mum hurriedly dried her hands with a tea towel.“Is the baby okay? Are you okay? Is Jack okay?” she asked as her husband came into the room and pulled up a seat at the table.“We’re all fine Mum,” she responded exasperated with her mum’s anxiety. “I have something to tell you.”“Sit down Helen,” her dad snapped. “Give the lass a chance to speak.”Anthea...

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Mother8217s sex slave

This is a personal account of my life’s experiences. All the characters and incidents are real. I dedicate this article to my beautiful sexy loving insatible mother, Bharathi Devi from whose cunt I was born and have been trying relentlessly to go back into her cunt.My name is Shiva. I am 30 and my mother is 50 now. My mother, Bharathi Devi is a sex goddess – kamarani, kamarupini, Kama swarupini, Kamuki, Kamadasi, kamadevatha, Kamakshi, Kamasundari, Kameswari, Kamini. She was a school teacher...

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Stephanies SlaveryChapter 8 Runaway slave

"Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! She's here; she can look after her precious son. I can't take any more of this." Throwing a few items into a bag, she went to David, "I'll pick you up in the morning if you wish to go into work SIR. I'll bring the car back then if you don't. Good night SIR." "No Steph, don't go..." Stephanie could hear him calling to her as she closed the door. Her phone rang a few minutes after she'd entered her old flat. It now seemed a cold and uninviting place but at...

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My Golden Summer with Blythe Ch 02

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I turn my wife and her mother into my sexual slave

All of us enjoy the company of our mother-in-laws but there are times when they can be downright mean to their son-in-laws. Always taking the wife side and complaining about how the son-in-law is not taking good enough care or not making enough money, etc. We all had fantasies and here is one.It had been a tough week at work and half the time when I got home I had to make my own meals with the wife and mother-in-law rambled in town shopping and doing women things. My wife was used to my...

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Uther

Uther By Ellie Dauber (c) 2006 Introduction According to the legends of King Arthur, Merlin changed Uther Pendragon into a double for Duke Gorlois, so he could spend the night with Ygraine, the Duke's wife. Ygraine and Gorlois had three daughters: Elaine, Morgause, and Morgan le Faye. During their time together, Ygraine became pregnant with the child who was to become King Arthur. Uther's men killed Gorlois that same night. This is my TG (of course) version of what...

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Slave of her slaves 1

She is extremely sexy. So young. Only eightteen, one month and a day as I write.She is extemely pretty. So yummy. Only a pity that her character has black spots.She is extremely playful. So funny. Only a pity she aims to abuse her hot spots.She is extremely smart. So cunny. Only a pity for her I finally find weak spots.How sexy, surprising, hot and horny is she? Right after we met we got both very wet!How sexy virtual sex we had, when I was licking her pretty very wet teen sexy twat.How sexy...

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Fallen Angel Chapter 11 Althea the School Girl

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The Devils Pact Sidestory Miss Blythe Is Hot for Her Students

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Carruthers Bride

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Family EnslavedChapter 6 SlaveBrother

"You're taking it easy today, right, Dad?" I kissed my father's cheek, leaning over the back of his chair to do it, and rubbing my hands over his chest. "I don't think I have much of a choice," he chuckled and put his right hand on top of mine, giving me a little squeeze. He was reading a magazine while my mother was upstairs, sleeping after her bath. She really had been worn out from the night before and then our little scene in the kitchen. I was off for downtown, to pay a visit...

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Slave To My Brother

It was the six weeks holiday and my younger brother Sam and I were in our pajamas watching some movie that I can't be bothered to know the name of, some wrestling scene had just started when I turn to Sam and have an idea. "Hey arsehole I bet that the bigger guy trounces the smaller one," I say as Sam grins at me as he pauses the movie. "Okay, but if he loses then we have our own high stakes wrestling match" He replied before playing the movie, I sat there completely gobsmacked as the character...

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Athena Corp Chronicles A Mothers Love

As he approached one of the hall's long mirrors he stopped to inspect himself. It was a familiar sight, the flowing, billowy French maid outfit surrounding his body. His arms and legs were outlined in silky, white stockings and arm-gloves. He wore pearl earrings and the lacy white collar around his neck was adorned with a beautiful pendant. It was a gift from mother that he wore every day, without fail. Jon's painted red lips and neatly applied eyeliner and blush were evidence that he was...

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Lucas has his own white slave wife and now wants her mother and sister to join in too

Linda was extremely disturbed when she learned her youngest daughter had married a black man of 21. She disapproved of mixed marriages and was very vocal about it. As a businesswoman of 40, she was financially secured supporting her two daughters and was doing extremely well till June married Lucas. She tried to avoid going over whenever she could. Later she found out her older daughter, Kathy was also going there on a regular basis and after she had a yelling contest with her found out that...

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My Wife Her SlaveChapter 38 Another Party and Getting Nina Ready

During the following week, Gretchen made very few demands of Nina. It almost seemed like she was holding back on exerting any real control, even though Scott had metaphorically ‘handed over the reins‘. Nina was a little confused by Gretchen’s subdued attitude, but decided to accept it, mainly because it meant that she wasn’t getting abused or humiliated by being made to do anything that might jeopardize her in any way. She wasn’t being made to be out in public in see-through clothes, she...

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Sex Therapy 2 The Thert

PREFACE:There are no sex acts in the story but the patient does have an orgasm as a result of the Ther****t’s physical examination. Part 1 is the Sex Therapy appointment from the patient’s point of view and part 2 is the same examination seen through the eyes of the Ther****t. I don’t think it matters which one you read first.I hope you enjoy it and will let me know what you think in any...

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A Routine EnslavementChapter 8 The Slaver Helps a Dancer

Immediately after the jury retired to deliberate Stephanie's case, the SlendaBond attorney and I retired to the VIP club in the courthouse to await the verdict. We discussed the fact that the longer the jury was out the better our chances of achieving at least a partial enslavement of Stephanie. If the jurors were having trouble reaching a verdict they would probably settle on a compromise verdict where at least we would have Stephanie under an indenture for 5 or 10 years. That might satisfy...

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Diary of slave steve

Synopsis: This powerful story is about Female Domination. Steve is enslaved by the beautiful Goddess Samantha. She has her slaves crawl for her, worship her, suffer for her and they love every painful moment. THE DIARY OF SLAVE STEVECHAPTER 1 (PROLOGUE) I have been commanded to write a journal depicting my life with my Mistress and Goddess, the Supreme and Radiant Samantha.  I worship and obey her every whim. But it wasn't always that way in the sense I had no predisposition or inclination I...

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Slave of the Outcast

Chapter 1Charles Greene and his three mates were loitering around the lower floor of the mall. There were lots pf people in the mall. Kids running around and screaming. Cliques of women pacing around,  carrying bags of purchases. Elderly couples eating their ice cream cones.  Charles Green’s mates were also his classmates and their names were Jim, Casper and Norman.  They had finally finished their secondary school education. They had finally finished school and were now on holiday....

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The New Slave 2

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The White Slave

Not long ago it was a straight and stuffy white male. it was arrogant and self-satisfied with its white male social and economic leverage and advantages. In the rat-race of white society it suppressed its submissive white side. But from time to time it would slip into daydreams of having a Black mistress and becoming a white slave for the Black Race. it had been briefly married to a white trophy wife, but the demands of the rat-race of white society had brought that to an end. Like most...

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NBWO The White Slave

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SLAVE CONTRACT

Whereas Guenter H., Legally identified by passport no. … issued on … by …, Retired business executive, born on …, 1947 in …/Germany and living at … in D-xxxxx L…, Known in the net as slave gunnarsub and registered as Sklavennutte Guenter in The Slave Register under Registration Number 326-878-134, thereafter for purposes of this document, called "SLAVE" has agreed to give up voluntarily all legal, civil, and human rights in order to become the unlimited slave property of the OWNER and whereas...

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The Short Sexual History of Coora a Slave

Olga’s note: Stephenie Meyer, author of the Twilight novels, wrote a short story retold from the viewpoint of a minor character, someone who walks into the scene of one of her novels and is almost immediately killed. In my stories, at least the ones so far, the first-person viewpoints of characters in my Aghara-Penthay shave all been women on special missions, or women captured to order, which means they’ve been missing out on the experience of a more regular slave – someone unlucky caught...

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From Society Girl To Slave

From A Society Girl  From A Society Girl To A Slave Anonymous     Chapter I   All the inhabitants of the villageof Kronink in Scotland know the castle of Kelingtonwhich stands majestically a few miles outside of the village, and which neverfails to draw all the visiting tourists who are struck by the mysterious charmof its old-fashioned towers looming at the horizon and surrounded by the thickvegetation of an immense park. In that castle lived Lord Kelington, the heir of an oldScottish family...

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The Slave

The SlaveAs it gets later into the night I realize my slave has had nothing to eat or drink, nor has he been allowed personal bathroom time. I excuse myself and head downstairs to allow him up to stretch and take care of things. I asked my roommates to fix him something light to eat and I grab a bottle of chilled water to take with me for him.I sit down on the side of the bed and he jumps, startled at my presence. I grab his balls firmly and ask him if he plans to give me problems if I let him...

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The Darkest Slave Queen

Dealing in the darkest parts of the underworld had its upsides. For a start, it garnered me a lot of money. Filthy amounts of it, especially from the slave and weapons trade. For another, I had... oh, other illicit comforts in my life. A slave of my own, for instance. Every morning, when I woke up, I never used a standard toilet for my wastes anymore. Instead I would undo my lovely slave’s gag and she would press her lips worshipfully to my asshole to eat what I dispelled. Or she would gently...

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