SlavesofMistressDespoiler (13 page)

“When not in the presence of Mistress Despoiler, you will make choices to the best of your abilities. You shall wear the collar provided by Mistress Despoiler with pride. This is a symbol of my ownership of you. When the intimate regions of Mistress Despoiler are near your mouth, you will lick and suck as instructed, without hesitation. You worship the intimate regions of Mistress Despoiler. Your head must be bowed down in the presence of Mistress Despoiler.”

The bondage was terrible and he fought to escape. His fingers clawed at it, trying to break the sheath and start the process of tunnelling his way to freedom. But it was useless. He was too comprehensively bound to even vaguely attempt it.

“Nothing you have must ever be hidden from Mistress Despoiler, as I own you. Your
place
is on your knees in front of Mistress Despoiler. You love Mistress Despoiler with your mind, your body and your soul. You will always be mine until I feel it is time to release you. You agree to do as you are told by Mistress Despoiler as I see fit, without hesitation. You will endure any pain Mistress Despoiler gives you so you may become a better slave. Through discipline and punishment you will learn to behave appropriately. Via bondage applied by Mistress Despoiler you are made free.”

The words were highly titillating, the commands being latched into him by the tape making him swell against the cling film. The bondage and the control she was sowing in his mind were fanning his lust to again serve her.

“You will ask permission to touch yourself before doing so except to wash or shave as instructed by Mistress Despoiler. Only through submission will you find your true self. Your life is empty without Mistress Despoiler to please. Just the thought or voice of Mistress Despoiler gives you fear and gives you strength. You are the slave of Mistress Despoiler, nothing more. You will give all that you can when in the presence of Mistress Despoiler. You must NEVER show disrespect to Mistress Despoiler in any way, no matter where we are. Crying and the shedding of tears is good, as it softens you.”

He mulled over the commands, dreaming of scenarios and times when they would come into play. He recalled previous sessions, the memories being brought forth by kinship with a relevant string of strictures. Her softly accented voice was boring tunnels of obedience into him as he lay imprisoned, learning how to serve and how to relish it.

“You are always in submission to Mistress Despoiler. The needs of Mistress Despoiler are more important than your own needs. You must be attentive to Mistress Despoiler and always be ready to serve me anytime I desire. You must always respond to Mistress Despoiler both physically and verbally, as expressions are important to me. You must always feel sexual for Mistress Despoiler. You will offer your body to Mistress Despoiler to please me in any way I desire.”

He grinned against the gag, knowing just how potent his love for her was. But the presence of Lynn was going to hamper his efforts, and so he could see now why she had thought such lines of text were necessary for his programming.

“If you do not please me, I will punish you as I see fit. If Mistress Despoiler uses you to make love with, you will respond with zeal and gratitude for you are being given the greatest honour.”

The shell of plastic tightened against his crotch as he suddenly moaned softly, recalling the times when he was bound and felt her warm tracts lower down his shaft. When she used him he was always elated, more so if he had been forced to endure a period of abstinence.

“You must never tighten your body when being punished. You are proud to wear the marks of Mistress Despoiler on your body. You are a slave to Mistress Despoiler, nothing more. You will always listen to Mistress Despoiler with great interest. You want to learn all that you can from me so you may understand yourself better as Mistress Despoiler knows what is best for you. You will do as required and commanded by Mistress Despoiler. You are for my pleasure. Mistress Despoiler is Dominant, you are submissive.”

The words were true and accurate but it was still pleasing to hear them, to have every shred of doubt slowly brushed aside by the endless repeat of the tape.

“Privacy is a privilege that Mistress Despoiler will decide whether or not to issue to you. If Mistress Despoiler so requests, you will become a helper slave, assisting in the training of other slaves, during which you are never to forget that you are still mine.”

The words startled him as it expressed a desire to introduce others into their relationship. Lynn was a dominant, and yet there was a reference to possible other slaves. Just what was his owner planning for the future, or was it merely a precaution?

“You will be eager to perform sexually for Mistress Despoiler at any time I desire. You will never leave Mistress Despoiler. You are hers forever. You will suffer for Mistress Despoiler in ways that please me. You will NEVER be passive in serving Mistress Despoiler. You will serve me with respect and enthusiasm. If you are sent to another Mistress/Master, you will serve them well as it will reflect on Mistress Despoiler’s training of you and you will not disgrace me. You will learn all that Mistress Despoiler wishes to teach you. You are my property at all times.”

The litany began to repeat, continuing over and over again on each side, perpetually playing to him as he lay in bondage. All the time the same commands rolled through his head, the words of Mistress Despoiler being integrated deep in his psyche.

The need to urinate grew strong and plagued him with the thought of it. The pressure in his bladder continued to well, but he was dubious to simply give in and let go for it would mean condemning him to languishing in it.

The feeling of being so effectively mummified was arousing. The complete lack of mobility, of being held captive by Mistress Despoiler and subjected to her commandments as she reformed his psyche with her words made him stiff with licentious appetites. But the frustration of it was terrible and eroded the pleasure he could take in it, making him fight back. Filling his mind with prurient thoughts, he sought to keep himself dedicated to enjoying this, in drowning his mind with lustful deeds to perform at the heels of his owner. As to what was transpiring outside of his senseless void of training he had no clue.

Chapter Five

Lighting the last of the candles in the living room, Mistress Despoiler turned off the lights and looked over the lithe nubile form of her assistant. Her gaze flowed upon the slick panes of her gloss attire. The amber glow of the flames spread their haloes throughout the room, filling the chamber with a soft, hesitant gloom that added to the intimidating ambience. Wandering past, she sank into the armchair and patted the newly purchased crop into her gloved palm. The two leather lips of the tip issued dull claps. The black and red candy striped shaft was about two feet in length and emerged from a rubber hilt.

“Kneel before me,” she commanded.

Lynn sidled over and folded herself down onto her knees. The PVC squeaked as it was stretched with her motions and caught sparkles from the glowing candles. Her eyes remained fixed downward, filling her view with the heeled feet of the Mistress and the folds of her long latex skirt.

“Did you enjoy your domination?” she asked softly and extended a toe forward.

Lynn accepted the footwear. Cradling it gently in both of her hands, her lycra gloved fingers slid easily upon the smooth fabric. Leaning in, she reverently kissed it. Her hair fell forward and helped hide her face while she adored the feet of Mistress Despoiler.

“Yes, Mistress. I did,” she uttered softly, bathed in the new glow of submission.

“Now you know it’s over. You recall our agreement, don’t you?” asked the dominatrix.

“Yes, Mistress,” she panted in reply, taking licks of the toe and letting the taste of it swell upon her tongue.

“Then say it aloud so I can be assured you recall it accurately.”

“I am to be your slave. I have no authority save that which you give me,” she muttered with pride.

“You are willing to be trained and become mine in full, to do whatever I ask and to suffer my discipline?” she quizzed.

They had already discussed this in detailed fullness. The Mistress was running through it again to make sure Lynn was well aware of what she was surrendering herself to and was also giving her one last chance to squirm out of the deal.

“Yes, Mistress. Without hesitation or regret,” Lynn answered truthfully.

When they had first begun to talk of this, Lynn had only been expecting to gain a fleeting assistant status during the dominating of the male slave, not her own submission to Mistress Despoiler. When the matter had been brought forward it had caught her by surprise and immediately tickled her delectation. Lynn had not even thought of it before. Even though she had not contemplated it, the more she dwelt on it the more she began to crave it. Mistress Despoiler was gorgeous. Lynn had admired her body since they had met, and the concept of giving herself over totally to the domina’s skill was something that made tickling warmth fill her insides.

Lynn had not considered submission before. She had even been repelled by it, by the uncertainty and the danger it presented. But that had all stemmed from male sources, men who would just want a woman to do as she was told and whom they could ravish in any way without her resistance. To be commanded by a woman, by someone who knew what she was doing had suddenly become a pressing fantasy.

For days now Lynn had been dreaming of this moment. Ever since the Mistress had brought it up when they were alone at the pub one night, gossiping over pints.

When the Mistress revealed that the cause of her partner’s absence was his being cocooned in cling film at home, awaiting her return, Lynn had been awe-struck. She had suspected them of performing such acts of fetish vice but not on such a scale. They talked about it more and the offer of her joining in had been extended. After they had considered this and debated what role she was to play, her own submission had been extended and planned.

Lynn had squirmed in her bed that night, her libido piqued and fervid. Toying with her own sex she had drunk in the thought of what would be done to her and what she would do. She would have the best of both worlds. She would to be able to dominate and torment the male, and then wallow in servitude beneath the heels of the Mistress. In fact, her only worry was that the reality would not match up to the fantasies she was conjuring.

“Good. Now stand up,” demanded the Mistress.

Lynn arose, her head hung low as the woman also regained her feet. Straightening the draping curtain of her pencil skirt she walked past Lynn and let her fingers briefly brush across Lynn’s humbled shoulders.

The Mistress recovered a bundle of rope from a hiding place behind a speaker. The slim coils were neatly woven and ready to encompass any servile that wished it.

“Are you wearing underwear, slave?” she asked.

Lynn was momentarily thrown by the question. She wondered whether she should confess and more importantly why she was being asked such a question.

“Well?” stated the Mistress with an irritated firmness.

“Yes, Mistress, but I didn’t, I mean, I—”

“Take them off,” she ordered brusquely, interrupting Lynn’s attempt at explanation. Lynn wondered if she broken some rule she had not even known of. She had no experience, no real knowledge. Was this a binding law of such exchanges and she had transgressed through ignorance?

“But, I—”

“Now!” hissed the Mistress.

Flinching at the severe tone in her voice, the authority within it was unable to be questioned. Her order was stated so sternly that Lynn felt herself obeying despite her reservations to the contrary.

Reaching up under her short skirt, she grabbed the slim thong of black cotton and pulled it free. Dragging it down she tried to do so without lifting the hem and thus exposing her nudity.

Drawing the underwear down her legs, she stepped from it and held the warm bundle in her hand. Lynn felt somewhat abashed, exposed and uneasy but also bizarrely titillated.

“Drop it on the couch,” stated the Mistress.

Lynn tossed the garment onto the long furniture and wondered if she were doing the right thing by agreeing to this relationship.

“First, I’m going to bind you, slave,” she confirmed, warning Lynn in advance so as not to surprise or cause angst in her novice student.

Opening the folds of rope, the Mistress located the centre and with a single knot she created a hoop that she placed over Lynn’s head. Letting it hang there, she slipped her fingers under Lynn’s long hair and flipped free the trapped mane. The servile woman shivered as the ends tickled her spine.

“Don’t worry, I will be gentle with you, slave,” she said softly. Running her hands down Lynn’s bare shoulders she soothed her as she in turn tried to keep calm. Lynn had never been tied up before. To do so would leave her helpless, unable to back out, unable to do anything. She would be completely defenceless against the will of this woman, and suddenly she was questioning her unequivocal trust. She had exploited the bondage of the male to perform the most savage acts and Lynn was concerned about mimicking his fate.

The hands of the Mistress slid down the slender limbs of Lynn and clasped about her wrists. Lifting them up she placed Lynn’s hands on her head.

“Now hold still, slave,” she said reassuringly. Her warm breath touched Lynn’s ear, coaxing out a flush of goose bumps that crept down her spine. The arousal of such treatment was intense. It was the way the Mistress was taking such gentle yet uncompromising control of her.