Women's arses are DESIGNED to be spanked, paddled, whipped and beaten. Is this an example of intelligent design?

One sometimes stumbles on a profile of a slave totally transformed by her Master. In love and secure as a slave secured by her Owner. Slave love...............stronger and more life enhancing!

It is good for slave to love her Master, good too for Master to love His property.

What a boon Google reverse image search is for weeding out the fakes and dreamers.............!

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Slave a says she is the luckiest girl in the world and I remind her that all slaves think that of their Masters and that others should feel that REAL, PRIMAL pleasure.

Yes my Master My Lord my Owner All must feel So pure so real The ecstasy Of slavery...x

My slave LustAngel on CM

To annette.

A true slave and an excellent woman.

I wrote this to show a slave society where females are treated as they should be  and happy in their servitude.........mostly.

NV

The ship docks at around four in the afternoon just as the feeble light is beginning to fail. With no luggage, as demanded by the regulations, Nikki sits patiently in the immigration lounge with the others and listens to the mysterious booms and squeaks of mooring and connection to the quay. She keeps her head bowed, eyes staring into her lap and the leather carrybag sitting on her knees. She is aware of the other women around her, a disparate, taciturn group most sitting patiently just as she, one or two showing signs of excitement, fidgeting in their seats, eyes wide in expectation..

Announcements come over the tannoy…………..residents to disembark, visitors to disembark and finally “Candidates to immigration. “ Nikki stands. She has chosen an ankle length black woollen coat to travel in and she pulls up the hood over her hair, settles her bag over her shoulder and stands, as do all the other women in the room. A steward opens a door and beckons for them to move through……………down a corridor or two, left, right and then into the full force of a cold ripping wind and driving rain as they reach the outside.

The steel clanging bridge is slippery and Nikki gasps as the rain drives horizontal into her face despite her right hand gripping the hood tight about her. Suddenly, bizarrely, bright sunshine erupts and she sees her long shadow on the scuffed metal beneath her feet.

As quickly it is gone and she reaches the quay, following eyes downcast, the legs of the woman in front of her, kitten heels and mud spattered stockings………………..

The weather is abruptly muted as she walks into a building set by the quayside, an ugly piece of 1960’s brutalism faced with dilapidated plastic sheets. It is warm, a long room and she files forwards then sits on a long wooden bench aware of the woman next to her, and the one who sits after her, bodies pressed together.

She looks up, on the other side of the room across the parquet floor are a set of wooden tables behind which sit the immigration officers, Men in navy blue high collared uniforms reminiscent of bobbies in Sherlock Holmes films. They have whiskers, red faces, bald pates, spectacles, some thin and cadaverous, others corpulent and beery. Nikki lowers her eyes.

“ ANZEIGER !” calls one and a woman near the end of the bench stands. The caller beckons………………………………the woman moves forward.

“ Armstrong!” the next

Soon all ten tables have women standing at them talking on low voices, whilst the officials write on fluttering, rustling paper. One by one they leave through a door to the right……………

“Cornwell!” It is close for Nikki ……she sits more erect.

“Dorne!”

Nikki stands and walks to a vacant table. A thin man with pince nez, dark hair.

“ Maid Dorne. “

“ Yes Sir “ she thrills a little as she says it.

“ You have completed all the necessary paper work, have you brought the psychiatrists and medical reports? “

“ Yes Sir “ Nikki reaches into the bag, pulls out the letters, the file, her hands are shaking……………………………………………….she drops them.

She bends at her knees to pick them up , scoops them from the aromatic polished wooden floor – a financial analyst, a graduate, shaking and flustered with paperwork!! – she blushes.

The man smiles indulgently.

“ Settle down maid Dorne, here give them to Me…………”

The papers shake in her hands as he takes them, she pushes her hands into the pockets of her coat.

He looks up.

“ Hands out of pockets if you will young lady!”

-         Do not mistake kindness for softness –

“ Yes………………………….yes good. Good scores on the induction month I see…………….Good. All is in order My dear, through the door to your left please, leave the passport here you will not be needing it again. And welcome to New Victoria!”

She lowers her eyes to the ground and leaves the room. Beyond it is a corridoor one side of which is glazed showing the windswept and drenched quayside buildings. The rain lashes at the glass and hisses through gaps in the card thin walls.

At the far end a woman stands. She turns.

She is in her mid fifties, tall and her height is accentuated by her hairstyle, a bouffant beehive of platinum blonde, framed in the red silk lined cowl of her black PVC maxi trenchcoat. A thin face and a small, retrousse nose, pierced by a large steel ring in the central pillar which partially touches her top lip. Nikki stares at it, this is what she wants, the sign of submission - of ownership.

" Maid Dorne? "

Nikki nods.

" Welcome my dear, I am maid Estella, we have spoken by email I think. "

" Yes sister. "

The woman is smiling. She walks towards Nikki, heels clicking, coat slithering and sussurating,  arms wide and then embraces her. She presses her breasts above Nikki's and whispers in her ear. Her breath is warm, her perfume musky. Nikki feels the metallic smoothness of the ring on the lobe of her ear.

" Excited little one?"

Nikki nods

" Yes sister Estella, very. "

Estella places a hand at the back of her head and pushes a little until Nikki's face is pressed onto the smooth coldness of her shoulder, she strokes Nikki's hair,  running her fingernails over the nape of her neck at each stroke. Thrilling!

Nikki is increasingly aroused.....and Estella senses it, embraces her tighter.

" I am sure we will get along VERY well maid Nikki." she whispers again and the heat, the warmth of the words makes the girl feel a dribble of arousal at her cunt.

Slowly Estella loosens her arms and takes a step back, her coat and clothing crackling softly.

" Yes I am SURE we will, you are always Master's cunt first but I will have some enjoyment of you too.............quite a little pretty!"

" However to work child, we must make the pretty into a beauty worthy of Master - she must be dressed and prepared properly. We will get you fitted out appropriately for life here and then get you to your new home."

She is all bustle and business.

" The coat you may leave here..............I brought a cape to make you more acceptable on the journey. "

She lifts a bright red garment from the bench next to her, a slithery, slippery, shiny assault on the eyes. Nikki recognises it is a hooded cape.

She removes her coat revealing a white blouse and calf length silk skirt. She folds her woollen coat, leaves it on the bench.

Estella then lifts the cape and guides it into place over Nikki. It is tight at the shoulders and then falls straight. It is constricting, there are no arm slits or fastenings at the front.

" You should grip your arms behind your back sister.............." explains Estella.

" I have been practising sister " Estella nods her approval but has to kneel to pull the hem to the floor, covering Nikki's 3 inch heeled shoes.

The older woman then stands in front of her and tightens the high collar about her neck, the tight hood over her head and finally places a storm flap over Nikki's lower face, all fastened with poppers.

She stands back then walks around the girl tugging at the PVC.

" It is what all the " maggots" wear when they arrive. You may see some on our walk to the shops, it marks you as a new arrival and ensures you don't run away AND it covers your face demurely"

She giggles and places a hand to Nikki's red plastic covered cheek.

" Not that this little doll would ever want to run away..........eh?"

" Never sister " says Nikki, but her voice is muffled, the fabric coverng her mouth is tight, already hot and moist.

Estella lifts the girl's bag and places it over her own shoulder, places her own storm flap of shining black PVC over her lower face and leads Nikki from the building.

The wind has abated a little but the rain is still intermittent. Nikki finds walking in the cape a little difficult as it effectively hobbles her steps, slowing her. Estella is not so hampered but she remains by her side adjusting her progress to Nikki's.

Leaving the docks they see a crocodile of women in the red " maggot " capes being escorted up the gently sloping street ahead of them by the Sisters of the Rubber Convent in their black SBR cloaks.

" You are lucky you have a position sister. They are brutal those women. "

Nikki nods. She knows all about the Latex Sisters, for she has read assiduously about every aspect of NV life. It was her first choice of course but....................

The houses and old factories closest to the docks are derelict for the most part and it is indicative that the two women are walking. Visitors and tourists have been whisked away swiftly by taxis or the tram service to the centre of town. Only female residents walk.

Gradually they climb and the ramshackle gives way to the complete, houses become larger and are obviously occupied as soft lights shine from them. It is getting darker and Nikki has glimpses of NV life through the uncurtained windows.

On the streets there are now more pedestrians. Women walk in pairs as she does with Estella, invariably arm in arm. She knows a woman on her own is a shocking thing, showing independance and often being picked up by the police as a result.

There are some couples. The Men walking in front, the women struggling to keep up with them. The fashion seems to be for bustled hobble skirted tight dresses and a bent kneed, half trot the only way for a woman to remain up with her Master.

There are some Men together. Their profiles tall, black, sombre. Top hats accentuate their height, cloaks stop at the hips showing thin trousers or tight jodhpurs and jackboots below, all in black or dark coloured leather. Some pass and as they do Estella and Nikki curtsey, the former deeply, the latter with some difficulty.

" A new maggot I see. " Comments one as they pass, placing a finger to the brim of his top hat.

" Fresh meat. " says the other.

Finally there are sights that jar the nerves of a visitor unused to the ways of NV. They see one of the Latex Brotherhood in a floor length SBR mackintosh over black latex boots pulling two women behind him on chain leashes. Each wears a totally enveloping black rubber burquah which effectively dehumanises them both, a deep collar at the neck pulling in the slithering fabric making them like animated shining pawns.Nikki sees ballet heeled boots peeping under the hem.

As He passes he gives a short bow.

" Good afternoon maids." He smiles. Estelle and Nikki curtsey in return, standing to one side of the pavement.

Aware of their eyes he yanks again at the leashes brutally and one of the women stumbles forward and falls.It is obvious her arms are secured in some way for she makes no attempt to save herself and her smothered face hits the pavement. The other is jerked suddenly to her knees head half turning, blind and unaware of the reason for the halt.

" Up object! " He yanks at the woman's leash and she tries to rise, legs struggling to find some leverage. He kicks at her legs and they both hear a muffled yelp. They see her struggle to rise, hampered by her companion.

" Walk on Nikki " whispers Estelle, guiding her away.

Behind them they hear His curses increase in volume and they hear the FFWHHEEP! of a lash.

Finally they reach the centre of town. All the shops are lit up, butchers, greengrocers, Bank, gentlemen's leather outfitters, shoe shops, restaurants,women's clothing shops, slave tack, a bar or two. The street is wide, the lighting adequate for the first time.

They stop outside a large emporium occupying almost a block, above the plate glass windows showing the latest in women's NV fashions the name - Diana Campbell.

Estelle leads Nikki not through the main doors but down the side of the building. They enter at a sign saying. " SINGLE MAIDS ", they are not allowed entrance without a male at the front.

They are met by a square faced woman with short blonde hair, a high necked pale blue satin blouse with long buttoned cuffs, a deep triple buckled belt and tight calf length skirt of black patent leather over matching knee boots with 6 inch stilleto heels.

" Master Archer's new maid?" Estelle nods.

" Come with me if you will sisters."

She leads them to a basement area. A large room half one side of which is mirrored showing the three women as they descend the stairs and walk to a circular banquette in the middle of the burgundy carpeted floor. Adjacent to it is a series of showers, the red plastic curtains drawn. Beyond that a hairdressing area is set out on a black and white tiled floor, the remaining burgumdy walls are hung with clothing. Dresses, skirts, blouses, underwear, boots, shoes, the majority in fine silks, satins and taffetas but Nikki does spot PVC and some latex.

As if reading her thoughts the woman speaks, she has a faint East European accent.

" The Rubber Brotherhood have their own outfitters sister, we cannot meet some of their exacting requirements but many of the Masters like latex child. You will be tired so I will order some refreshments. First though if you would be kind enough to remove all clothing and take a shower.  Be so good as to help me Estelle, we must remove the maggot sleeve from her."

" Certainly Magda."

So the two women tug at the hem and lift the garment off Nikki, the older carefully folding it whilst Nikki walks towards the showers, hair dishevelled.

" Throw the previous clothes into the bin at the side, shoes as well. I take it your cunt has been clean shaven?"

Nikki turns as she unbuttons her blouse.

" Yes sister. "

" You will see some depilatory cream in the cubicle, follow the instructions and use it liberally. It may sting a little."

Nikki nods. Her natural obedience is enhanced by the clothes the woman wears. Leather is reserved for those in control, all Men by right but very few women are allowed to wear it. Magda must be a person of some great importance.

She pushes her clothing into the basket at the side of the shower.

Her clothing which in some ways is the last of her old life, deliberately thrown away to allow her to realise her dreams. Her sister had called it throwing away her life for some sick need to serve Men. Her friends found her need disgusting, or so they said. Subversive.

Nikki finds it entirely natural and now she feels comforted and happy in the presence of women who share her feelings.

Three hours later she is feeling even more relaxed. Her hair has now been bleached strawberry blonde, cut to shoulder length and set in a Doris Day style turned under at the tips and lacquered into immobility. The same young girl who had set her hair has also applied her makeup. A pale foundation, equally light salmon pink lipstick on outlined lips. Doe eyeliner upswept at the corners, thick false eyelashes and pale brown eyeshadow give her an anaemic appearance. The small cakes and herbal tea laced with viagra given her as refreshment whilst her hair was set have made her insides warm and promoted a tingling in her lower belly.

She is standing now in front of  a seated Estelle with the woman Magda behind her, lacing her into her corset.

Estelle has removed her coat and is perched now on a red velvet banquette wearing a black taffeta blouse, lined in red silk, the collar turned up to frame her collared neck. The blouse has 3/4 length cuffed sleeves over tight black PVC gloves. The skirt is of the same material with a high waist secured over obviously severe corsetting with steel buckled straps from the sternum to the lower belly, there the skirt flows out into an A line.

" I saw that you have been using the training corset maid Dorne. American yes? "

" Yes sister."

"That is good, but I am afarid Master Archer likes His corsetting a little more severe..........eh Estelle?" She is chortling and Nikki sees that Estelle is smiling thinly too.

" Your corset is literally your foundation my dear. "

The two halves of the red satin garment are pulled tight at her back, the shaped busk begins to push into her belly and chest, cold at first and then warming.

" It constricts." Nikki hears the laces being pulled through, she feels the woman press against her back, her satin covered breasts soft, she whispers in Nikki's ear.

" Restricts ." and now Nikki feels the first pressure as the laces are tightened.

" Shapes and forms and holds the body as Master would." Now the garment is compressing her body quite harshly.

" Master Archer favours a more conical profile for the body tapering to the waist and accentuating the hips rather than the traditional wasp waisted garment. Still I believe you will find it testing enough!"

Magda wrenches at the laces and Nikki's waist is pinched. She grunts.

" Arms above you now girl and grip the bar whilst I lace you properly."

Nikki grips the steel bar suspended from the low ceiling and Estelle stands, her skirts sussurating and hissing, smooths the garment down over her hips and tugs at the corset front to seat it properly on Nikki's body.

At the top two semi conical steel half cups covered in red satin are designed to push up their burden and thrust them lasciviously towards the viewer, Estelle lifts each breast to seat it comfortably in a subtle notch at the cup front but uses one slippery thumb to rub at the nipple as she does so. In response Nikki's mouth opens a little and the nubs themselves harden.

The corset tightens even more and Nikki begins to have great difficulty breathing as the triple steel boning presses into her flesh, her breasts are now rising and falling as she inhales and exhales from the upper body alone.

" This corset is designed to control and restrict Maid Dorne, to limit movement and give discomfort. It defines you here, a permanent restriction on mobility. Worn 24 hours a day."

" Now! To ! Finish ! Off ! " The final yanks on the laces from behind make Nikki stagger back. Magda's hand in the curved small of her back reposition her.

" Bring your hands down girl."

Nikki feels the woman knotting the laces and passing them around her now terribly constricted waist her satin blouse brushing her shoulder blades.

" Your maids normally cut these at Master's house for a truer line, replacing them everyday I think, eh Estelle?"

" But these will need tightening again in an hour or so and I am leaving them "

Nikki stands, legs a little apart, aware of the wetness in her cleft cooling as the air meets it. Hands on hips concentrating on her breathing. She looks down to the floor.

" Sloppy posture My dear." sighs Magda.

" But the collar and shoulder straps are designed to correct THAT little laziness."

" Assist me please Estelle."

Estelle moves behind Nikki, her smooth skirts brushing against her naked calves. At the outside of each cup two wide satin straps rise and are positioned over her shoulders. Nikki feels them tighten as the two women pull on them and her lower back curves even more as her breasts are thrust higher, the nipples now pointing at the ceiling.

Finally the collar in matching red satin, steel boned precisely as the corset but front laced in black  as the back is also attached to laces at the top of the corset behind her.

Whilst Magda tightens that fixing Estelle moves in front of her and laces it tight.

Nikki finds she cannot turn her head from side to side, forced now to only look straight ahead. Nor can she look down apart from lowering her heavily mascarred eyes. Her lips feel full and pouting, tingling slightly, her whole body is warm.

" There now!" Both women now stand in front of her and study her.

" Acceptable Magda."

" You find it too hard my dear?" Smiles Estelle placing a hand to her constricted and rigid neck.

" It will get FAR harder!" She sneers.

Nikki is aware that the rest of her dressing must be carried out by others. She can bend a little at the waist but her knees are beyond her reach. It is Magda who now kneels to roll her black silk stockings up her legs, and attaching them to the eight suspender tabs set in the hem. Before finishing she presses her fingers into Nikki's cunt, streaming now.

Nikki mews, clitoris tingling, vagina hot and hungry.

" Don't worry sister dear, I have just the thing for that little place."

She turns and brings something up to Nikki's face to show her.

A two and a half inch wide, ywenty two inch long steel rod, the top a series of steel balls. Eight inches lower than the tip there are two D rings set into the surface. Magda kneels again and press the tip to Nikki's cunt. It is cold and terribly smooth, Magda rubs it slowly up and down the slit between labia majora and then up to her clitoris, round the hood and then pushes it back to press it hard to the little clitflesh.

Nikki screams and finds Estelle gripping her forearms from behind.

" This is the cuntbar that you will wear everyday sister Nikki." she whispers into Nikki's ear.

" A perpetual reminder of what your purpose is in life. Woman is born to suffer and give pleasure to Man in her suffering. Woman must always be ready for use. Wet and gaping............eh bitch?"

Nikki tries to nod. She cannot. Her lips are dry.

" Yesssss ssssister." She is shaking, teeth clenched as Magda pushes the cuntbar further into her, opening her inner lips, twisting it.

" May I cum sister Estelle? Please."

" Not yet darling............" Estelle holds her tighter.

The rod is now in her, filling her cunt, Magda runs a short thin chain from Another D ring set in the front of the corset at her pubis to one of the rod's sides. Clips it tight and then reaches back to between her buttocks to get the matching chain at the back. A click, she stands.

" Don't move sister, press your legs together. You think she control it Estelle?"

" I am not sure, the bitch is obviously a natural but she will have to learn. Nikki, do NOT peak. We have not finished by a long chalk. "

Nikki nods urgently. She must show that she can obey.

She is sweating. Shivering in passion. Lips bloated, eyes wide.

Madga kneels again and presses her feet into the shoes of red PVC knee boots with 6 inch heels and then expertly laces them tight.

Nikki sways as her weight is placed on the stilletos. The rod moves within her slightly. She stops. She has some control now but is aware of a stream of cuntcream dribbling from her. Her thighs are wet and sticky with need.

Estelle meanwhile is no less urgently putting Nikki's fingers into her gloves, rolling the elasticised black plastic up her arms and lacing them tight at her armpits.

The two woman both help to dress her in her red silk blouse lined in black, Magda buttons it at the front, flips up the collar to match Estelle's own style and checks the cuffs on the 3/4 sleeves. Estelle smooths it down over her hips.

Nikki is electrified. The satin slipping over her nipples and bosomflesh, the slippery smoothness of her stockinged legs, THE ROD, her immobility, her choking collar, THE ROD! She is almost trancelike. Each sensation is part of the same submissive mantra.

The skirt is huge. Red PVC on the outside, lined with layers of black net and stiff taffeta cunningly cut to support the garment, flat fronted but with a pronounced flare from the hips and arse. It is positioned beneath her and with Estelle's help she steps into it. The rod twists within her to one side, the tip pressing hard against her vaginal wall.

" Oh Godaaaaaaaah!"

" Quiet bitch!" snaps Estelle.

She is panting as they lift it up onto her hips, lace it at the back and then tighten the attached five inch shaped black PVC belt onto her.

They move around her tugging clothing, smoothing it and then step back.

The attention slowly subsides.

They look at one another, nod.

" Walk to the end of the room and back sister and now you may cum."

Nikki takes a short breath and begins, she can see a stranger, a doll in shining red in a mirror far in front of her. The heels are very high and she would turn on her ankle if the boots were not reinforced at this point. She is effectively close to tiptoe. The skirts rustle and crackle as she begins, her hips sway far more than ever when she has corsetted before, at every step they reach far to one side and then............SNAP back in the other direction. It is this moment which moves the rod most within her. In addition as she walks her sticky thighs are twisting it within her ..............she cums.

Her hands fall naturally away from her sides and she lifts her finger tips as she has seen other NV women do, it actually helps her balance but she knows it also looks elegant.

She nears the mirror not recognising the figure she sees and turns, the sound is constant, a hissing, the wild rustle of Autumn leaves.

She cums again. Eyes wide. Panting.

She cums again.

Her vagina is red hot and bursting. This is a prolonged ecstasy she has NEVER experienced before. She reaches the two women who have changed her into this doll,

Silently they are both clapping.

They embrace her.

" Welcome sister. " says Estelle and kisses her open mouthed, her tongue rasping inside Nikki's mouth. Her gloved hands gripping her face. 

Estelle takes her arm and leads her from Campbells.

Nikki walks in a daze. She has never been so aware of her body and clothing, the corset's rigid and brutal embrace dictates her every breath as shallow, she pants even walking. The petticoats of her full skirts rustle and hiss at her every step, the deep collar and the straps on the corset pull her head back and push her breasts upwards. The rod within her cunt, swinging at every step between her legs and transmitting that movement to the walls of her vagina sends shivers through her body.

Her lips are full and engorged. She is totally sexually aware and alert to every stimulus. When they climb the low steps into the High Street she almost faints with sexual arousal. But it is more than the simple act of filling her cunt, she is a submissive woman in a world where there is a place for them, where her clothing is a reminder of her status, where she feels for the first time in her life naturally feminine. THIS is what she had dreamed of all her life, what she had prayed for, prayed for literally when she was a young girl.

Master's home is a huge Victorian mansion only 100 yards up a side street, looking down onto the town. The two women crunch up the short gravelled drive and climb the steps to the front door, Nikki is slower as the rod within her presses hard against her vaginal walls when she ascend she grunts at every step, Estelle smiles at her. The door is opened light,  flooding into the street, by a servant girl in a black satin maid's uniform dress and pinafore.

Estelle walks past her into the hallway.

" Good evening ellie, "

" Good evening Miss, may I take your coat?"

Estelle turns to face her and the girl unfastens the buckles at the coat front. Estelle turns to Nikki.

" The servants will dress and undress you sister from now on." She turns and allows the girl to slip the coat from her, folding it over her arm.

Nikki now faces the girl and the process is repeated.

" Master will see you now Miss Estelle. " The girl says and takes Nikki's slithering red PVC mac from her.

" Upstairs or downstairs ellie? "

" Upstairs Miss Estelle, He is giving Miss Selina some instruction."

At this Estelle raises an eyebrow.

Estelle kneels and lifts Nikki's skirts, the watching maid looks confused.

" She has a cuntbar in ellie and you know what Master will probably do to her when she meets Him for the first time."

The girl nods and abandoning the coats helps Estelle lift the petticoats and skirt high as the kneeling woman unclips the cuntbar from the corset front, it slithers out of Nikki's cunt and as she grips the slippery steel with one hand she deflty removes the back clip with the other.

Estelle straightens up to see that Nikki is standing with her hands on her hips, gradually regaining some of her mental equilibrium without the constant vaginal stimulus. Estelle hands the cuntbar and straps to the maid.

" Very cuntwet Miss Estelle isn't she?" the girl smirks.

Estelle is stony faced in reply.

" Get it cleaned ellie and make sure it is upstairs in our rooms soon. She will need it tonight. "

On either side of the front doors are mirrors and  Estelle turns to check her appearance, makes some minor adjustments, then turns to Nikki. She smoothes down her skirts, tightens the belt and moves it a little, tugs at her hair and hastily reapplies some lipstick.

Nikki looks into the mirror as Estelle adjusts and pouts at herself.

The hallway is tiled and their heels echo on the ceramic as they walk to the stairs and then are muffled by the thick carpet on the ascent. Nikki remembers to lift her skirts at the front to avoid tripping on them.

It is then they hear a scream. A short yelp and then a single sob of agony. A woman's scream.

Nikki is instantly sexually aroused again and she feels her nipples harden. She shivers.

They walk to a large pair of doors to the right of the landing, an entrance made for a previous age when women also wore long dresses and now totally appropriate again.

Estelle knocks softly on the panelled oak.

" Come! "

Estelle opens the doors and walks in head bowed, Nikki follows.

 Inside the room they both execute deep curtseys, staring at the floor, skirts billowing around them and arms outstretched. They wait, calves straining.

" No Selina you silly girl! " Master's deep voice has humour, admonishing but not angry - merely amused.

" Loosen the wrist at the last moment, how many times have I shown you now? Dear Me poppet you are such a silly doll!"

There is a pause. He waves an arm without looking round.

" Arise girls! Look watch Me one last time, it is getting very late and I have to see to the new woman."

Nikki watches Estelle from the corner of her eye and times her ascent from the curtsey to be slightly behind that of the older woman, she sees that when standing Estelle has folded her ams behind her, pushing her breasts further forward and is looking straight ahead. She mimics the pose.

The room is large and high, carpeted in burgundy with matching full height curtains at the far end. To one side three red leather sofas surround a low dark wood coffee table, on the other  a steel and red wood table with a drawing board set up on it, scattered with artist's pencils and brushes.

 In the centre of the room are three figures. In the centre a naked girl, head bowed, her arms pulled above her by thick leather cuffs and secured to a steel cable itself fixed to a pulley in the ceiling. The girl has been crying and even now sobs convulse her body, from her nose a thin dribble of mucous sullies the thick steel nose ring hanging onto her upper lip, she is thin and her prominent ribs are accentuated with every gasp. She is collared of course, her black sweat soaked hair caught up in a pony tail. Nikki cannot help but notice her pronounced overbite but spends more time studying the thick red abrasions and blue welts that cover her body.

To the left is a young girl in her mid teens holding the instrument of chastisement, an ivory leather dressage whip of about 3 foot in length with a pearl handle. The girl is tiny with long platinum blonde hair shaped into a loose chignon on her head, an elfin face, blue eyes and tiny pointed ears. She is wearing a cream silk nightgown edged in black lace beneath a matching negligee, her nipples are hard and obvious beneath the soft silk. She takes a brief look at Nikki and then disregards her..

On the right is Master Archer. A tall man in his late fifties with dark blonde hair, a square face and rimless glasses. He is dressed in a black leather high necked frock coat over a grey silk cossack shirt and tight black leather trousers tucked into jackboots.

Nikki's stomach has butterflies, she is aware again of wetness springing from her cunt and she is shivering. It takes an effort to stop her teeth chattering or grinding in desire..

" Now watch Me Selina!" Master steps forward and takes the whip from the girl.

He turns sideways on to His target who it is obvious is there merely for the girl to learn an effective whipping technique. She closes her eyes and her mouth tightens in expectation of the pain.

Master takes His arm back and then begins to move it forward in slow motion at the last moment he stops His arm and very very slowly moves His wrist forward. The whip gently touches the girl's flesh but she starts as if the blow had been real.

Selina laughs at her reaction, steps forward and takes the long thin whip from her Father. She takes a matching position and starts with the tip of the whip on the slight rise of the girl's buttocks.

She moves until her arm is outstretched and then brings it back.

Her little face showing intense concentration, the tip of her tongue visible at the corner of her mouth she slashes across viciously.

FFFFWHHHEEEPPPP!!

The whip sears into it's target.

" AAAAANNNHHHHH!

The girl screams then twists in her bonds, one leg raised in pain, face contorted in pain she hisses.

" Thank ......you...... Miss."

" It went wrong again!"

Selina throws the dressage whip to the floor and stamps one satin muled foot, she sullenly crosses her arms the very picture of an angry little madam.

" It is different for you Father, you are a Man! You are stronger and bigger, I can't do this!"

Master Archer walks to her and takes her gently into His arms, her cheek resting on the middle of His chest, He strokes her hair..

" It is not a question of being small Selina."  

" When you are married you will have to run a household and punishment is very important for discipline. You know that." He kisses her forehead lighlty.

" Estelle is small too but she is an excellent whiphand. Let her show you, I have to see to the new girl."

" If you will Estelle."

Estelle courtseys again.

" As you please Sir."

" Are you going to fuck the new girl Father?" Selina asks as He disengages Himself from her embrace.

She looks at Nikki now.

" It is just that Mummy has been prepared and is waiting for you."

Master Archer turns.

" I will see your mother later young lady and what I do with this girl is none of your business."

He walks to Nikki and stands facing her hands on hips, Nikki bows her head, she can see her own bosom rising and falling in short pants, the red silk over her breasts crinkling and shimmering.

Estelle walks to Selina and takes the dressage whip from her.

" I have an idea Miss."

Master studies His new acquisition, He reaches out a hand and tugs the collar of her blouse up a little on one side.

Estelle meanwhile embraces Selina from behind and makes the girl grip her right wrist to follow her arm as she uses the dressage whip. She goes through the motion of whipping, the girl is obviously enjoying herself, smiling now and whispering to Estelle.

" New girl. Name?"

" Maid Dorne Master, Nikki Dorne."

" Nikki will have to change, far too masculine for a pretty woman like this one. The girl was named Nicola?"

" Yes Master. I thank you Sir."

" Then Nicola it is from now on, excited at being in New Victoria Nicola?

FWWWHEEPP!

" UNNNHH.......................Thank you Miss" The words are hardly audible the suspended girl is losing strength and is close to losing consciousness.

The pair have landed a cut across the naked victim's shoulder blades. Selina is rubbing her  silk covered back against Estelle's breasts and body as she is embraced in her arms in kittenish sexual play.

Nicola is having difficulty concentrating, the sounds of the whipping and the immediate proximity of her Master, the corsetting, the sexual arousal have made her weak.

She sways a little.

FFFWWWWWWHHHEEP!

" Aaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnn" The scream is louder.

" I did it Father! Estelle helped me but I did it!" Selina turns to kiss Estelle on the lips.

" Thank you Estelle you are SO clever!"

" Kneel Nicola. " Master is smiling. He turns to His daughter.

" Well done poppet. Now Estelle will help you remember.Only a few more minutes My dear, it is very late and there is school tomorrow"

Nicola obeys, lifting her skirts to prevent them being caught beneath her and slowly sinking to the carpet at His feet, the corset shifts as she kneels and her neck is further compressed in the collar.

" Thank ..........you..........Miss " The girl whose pain exults Selina so much is close to fainting in pain. Her body writhes glossy with painsweat,  Nicola can smell her.

Master Archer stand closer to her, His groin at her face. and now the aromatic smell of his leather clothing fills her nostrils. She can hear the subtle creak of the material as it stretches over His body, her mouth dry with desire.

" Excited Maid Dorne? " He is grinning at her, drops a hand to her chin and lifts it.

" Yes MM..Master." Nicola blushes as she looks up at Him but allows some of her head's weight to be supported by Master's hand.

He strokes her cheek with one thumb.

" Wet cunt." It is a statement but still Nicola replies.

" Yes Master. Very wet Master."

FWWHHHEEEEP!

FWWWHEEEEP!

FFFWWWHHHEEEEPPPP!!!

Selina is now brutally whipping the girl who hangs limp and unmoving. She moves around the body whilst holding Estelle's hand, pressing it now against the silk above her pubis, rubbing it against her. Her eyes are wide and her mouth is open, her nipples are rigidly erect. Estelle is smiling, studying every cut and the flecks of blood now being drawn, sometimes whispering a comment into Selina's tiny ear.

" Enough Selina! It is time, the girl is unconscious. They should always be aware when they are given pain remember. As it is the bitch will take days to get over this."

Selina pouts and turns to her Father. The dressage whip droops to the floor in her hand.

" Please Father may I continue with this in my rooms? May Estelle stay with me?"

" No!" His voice has taken on a harder edge. Selina recognises it and bows her own head in acquiescence

" Very well Father."

" Come here girl and say goodnight. "

Selina obeys, she embraces her Father, her arse in Nicola's face deliberately emphasising the kneeling girl's lack of status and her annoyance at her for taking her Father's attention.

He kisses her forehead and as she walks away slaps her behind, she turns her head and smiles at Him.

" Mummy is waiting Father.Can I watch when you have her?"

Master Archer shakes his head.

" For the hundredth time no Selina."

" Then can I watch you have this one? Please Father"

" Selina! No, you may watch other Masters use their maids but not Me. Seeing My punishment of your mother or My other women is perfectly acceptable, in fact laudable, but not this. If you really wish I will arrange a few visits to friends houses and you can study their fucking methods with their maids. Just NO involvement, your little cherry is far too valuable and the first Man who takes it will keep you the rest of your life." Then in exasperation.

"How many times have I told you this girl? Now scoot!"

The girl leaves, swaying her behind, leaving the door open behind her.

" Estelle close the door."

He looks down at Nicola now and very slowly His hands move to a triangular flap of leather over His genitals that Nicola can see hides a mouthwatering erection. He undoes the silver buckles holding it in place and lowers it.

His prick is rigid, straight, circumcised, thick. His scrotum is large, the puckered flesh twisting as Nicola looks at it as the colder air circulates around it. On the black silk lining of the crotch flap now hanging between His legs she can see snail trails of lovejuice.

The smell of His arousal is overpowering to Nicola, she is aware that since His daughter left the room His mood has changed.

" Estelle, on knees next to the new slut!"

Estelle joins Nicola and obeys, her skirts softly clicking as they fold around her. He turns slightly towards the older woman.

" Show the bitch how obeisance is displayed properly."

The politeness and manners have vanished with the sadistic young girl. His voice is lower and far more intimidating for that, the laughter has disappeared.

Esteel leans forward and slowly, lovingly, adoringly kisses the tip of His prick, her eyes closed in joy, the large ring through her nose falling onto His belly.. She closes her lips over it sucking gently before lowering her mouth and kissing the length of his rod to the base. She nuzzles into the scrotum, inhaling and licking.

He waits a minute or to as she remains still, filling her lungs with His smell.

He turns.

Nicola has to stretch and the collar hinders her as she tries to get her mouth to the glans. She leans slowly forward and kisses the warm, slick, aromatic flesh her eyes closed. If her eyes were open she would notice a dribble of precum ooze gently from the prickhead. She closes her lipstick waxed lips over it and sucks, tasting the salty, musk skin but also Estelle's mouth.

The kisses she gives to His prick are genuinely adoring, life changing, as she moves down until her nose rests in the hair and puckered flesh of His balls.

" Now together girls!"

They both feel His hand twist in their hair, yanking their heads into his control, He turns them to face each other and presses them to His member.

He watches, hands on his hips as they work together, Estelle is practised and and by nudging Nicola's nose with her own she comunicates that they should both open their mouths and kiss and lick into each other holding the prickflesh between them rising and falling on the shaft.

" Ennh" Master's grunt of pleasure sends an ecstatic thrill through Nicola. She feels one of Estelle's hands grip her wrist and raise it from her lap to His balls, she senses the woman's fingers lightly running over the ridged surface and she does the same.

Their focus is total and it is long minutes before He grunts again. Nicola's face now smells of lipstick, powder, foundation, precum, piss, male musk, and the saliva and lovejuice is crusting her lip edges.

" Faster "

Again His hands are in their hair, setting an increased rhythm then gripping at the napes of their necks.

Faster.

Faster.

Faster.

" Unnhgh "

Now He holds them both still.

" Open wide sluts................ feeding time!"

Nicola opens her eyes in time to see a spurt of thick creamy white sperm shoot from his rod into her face, then another huge eruption which blinds her, Master rubs His prick over her skin, smearing the spunk over her and pushing it into Nicola's nose.

" Lick it all up slut!"

Hungrily Nicola obeys, running the tip of her tongue around her mouth, sucking it in in viscous streams.

He chuckles.

" Help the bitch Estelle."

Estelle obeys and her mouth is now upon Nicola, sucking far more efficiently, far more practised. Nicola is terribly aroused every nerve sensitive and grinding her teeth in cunt need.

" A very pretty performance for a beginner Nicola slut, Estelle will no doubt teach you how to perform better in the future, she is a good teacher." Nicola nods, eyes downcast again, feeling the drying sperm solidifying and pulling the skin of her face taut.

" I think she deserves some thanks don't you? I feel a cuntlicking would be an excellent way to show appreciation whilst I take some refreshment. "

He turns and Nicola is surprised to see that His erection has only slightly softened, His prick now at the horizontal but still thick and straight.

Estelle lowers herself to lay on her back and lifts her hissing, whispering skirts to expose herself, staring at the ceiling, giving no clues to the younger woman as to how to proceed.

Nicola thinks that to stimulate her cunt she will either have to straddle the woman in a 69 or lay flat on her front herself. It is the latter she adopts, feeling instinctively that the other position is inappropriate for her position, with it's association of superiority and mutuality.

It is intensely uncomfortable as she lowers herself forward her tits are terribly compressed within their semi rigid cones of a brassiere, her belly is further pressed and her full bladder makes her squeal. Nicola has miscalculated her position she has to shuffle forward to get her face to Estelle's cunt.

" Arse in the air Nicola! You stupid slut. Face down."

Nicola obeys.

The woman pulls away the last taffeta covering and Nicola stops for a second, raising herself on her arms she looks down and studies her task, heart pounding.

The woman has silver grommets running the length of both labia minora and majora, the inner lips are linked with small silver rings to the outer and those are themselves attached to thicker steel chains running to her suspender tabs. As a consequence when she languidly opens her legs wider, they are pulled open like a flower, There is a deep well of wetness in between her labia minora as her vagina pumps lubricant mking her ready for use

.

Nicola realises that every step the woman takes will tug at her cuntlips and that when Master wants her He need only force her legs wide to have the cunt ready itself for His entry. As a consequence of course the lips are stretched but by nowhere near the amount Nicola would have expected in a woman this age, unless they are recent.

" I have her recut every year." Says Master, reading her mind and getting closer, standing behind her now. She shivers.

" Labia trimmed and repierced, quite an annual event now eh Estelle?"

" Indeed Master." whispers Estelle and something in her tone tells Nicola it is not a thing she looks forward to.

In the clitoris hood is a huge steel ring which the girl knows she will have to negotiate when sucking at the long nub, now peeping out and oozing wetness.

Nicola lowers her face to her work.

Estelle is dribbling wetness, Nicola begins by running her erect tongue the length of the labia, over the clitoris and then nudging the ringed hood. Above her Estelle moans, she lowers her face and now rubs the tip of her nose onto the clitoris, judging from the jerks and sounds how well she is succeeding.

 She sucks at the labia majora, the steel grommets feeling strange in her mouth, then she bites on one and drags at it with her front teeth. Obviously Estelle enjoys this, Nicola nips at the flesh and is rewarded by her head being pressed down by one PVC gloved hand.

She runs along one cuntlip nipping and pressing her tongue into the vagina, Estelle tastes delicious, gloriously salty, she bites up the other side.

She continues for ten minutes alternating licking with teeth nipping.

Nicola senses rather than hears that Master has approached.

She nips at the clitoris gently pressing her gloved hands down on the woman's belly, her arms encircling her stockinged thighs, the silk of her blouse sliding over the nylons smoothly,

She starts as she feels something touch her back, then moans herself as she feels Master lift her own skirts and drape them over her back. She hears them hiss and sussurate as they are moved. It becomes dark and her thighs and cunt are suddenly cold, exposed.

" Legs together girl!" She hears Him faintly but obeys immediately.

Above her He is studying her exposed cunt, buttocks and hidden anus, in His hand a plaited crop. He taps the thick end onto her labia, presses it into the cleft and revolves it. When He withdraws it the end is sticky with cuntcream.

He looks again, considering having the labia outlined by tattooing. Conciderable pain of course if carried out the traditional way, the work of hours and the wounds would scab. Might be interesting to see what a fucking would feel like in those circumstances...............

Estelle is staring at Him intently, at His eventual nod she begins to writhe and buck, rubbing her own breasts with the heels of her hands for with that nod He has given her permission to cum.

She squeals, closes her legs tight pinning Nicola's head between her thighs, forcing her face into her. Master lays three rapid but very hard cuts with the crop on the pinned woman's buttocks.

FFWWWEEEP!

FFWWWEEEP!

FFWWWEEEP!

and it is this which makes Estelle cum, she grins and throws her head back in a rictus of pleasure as Nicola yelps in pain into the wet warmth of her cunt,

Master watches the welts define themselves and then rise slowly, a pure and pleasing red. The girl will whip well.

Now totally rigid again He kneels behind Nicola, He grips her hips and moves forward to run the tip of His prick onto her clitoris, nudging it. Then with one hand gripping His rod He guides it into her cunt, the glans slowly parting the cuntlips, penetrating her.

Nicola mews in pleasure, Estelle opens her thighs to release her but the girls face is still pressed into her own slit, her tongue moving weakly over the labia.

Master rams His prick full length into Nicola and twists His body to make her squeal. Then withdraws...................and begins a slow and very deep fucking. The girl is in a state of joyful delirium, there is only Master's prick.........and the corset..............and the collar.............and His prick............and the pain in her arse now becoming a glow of hot pleasure ..............and His hands on her waist pulling her onto Him................Master's prick.

Happy woman.

He reaches forward and she feels the warm leather of His thighs on the back of her own, sticky against her sweat, Leaning forward He grasps her shoulders in His hands, His weight is now on her back and again she feels the leather of His clothing slither over her upended skirts as He pulls her head up from Estelle and pumps harder into her.

" Thank you Master................................ thank you Master.............................thank you Master.............................thank you Master." At every thrust she pants her submission.

His rhythm is increasing and now He eases the girl back onto Himself until she is kneeling her body vertical, her legs forced wide by His body,

His hands now on one breast and her belly, her head falls back upon His shoulder and she stares at the ceiling through half closed eyes, panting between fat, blood filled lips. She automatically tries to help the thrusts by using her legs to lower and raise herself on Him but Master stops that by suddenly raising Himself and lifting her bodily from the floor.

He stands.

She is now impaled on Him by her own body weight. Her legs dangle uselessly as He lifts her and walks, each step grinds her clitoris harder onto the base of His shaft. she tries to reach behind her to hold Him but her arms are restricted in any movement by the corset, she flushes red hot.

She cums.

A cold shiver engulfs her body and she screams.

" Maaaaster!!"

He continues, and His hand now snakes to her clitoris and begins to pinch it, rolling the hood over the nub.

She cums again.

He is grinning.

" Responsive Nicolacunt, pleasing."

She cums again at His words.

Feeling her muscles tense in orgasm He walks to the desk and deposits her face forward onto it, Her hands move over the table surface weakly, He positions her with one hand pinning her in the middle of her back and now begins to fuck her brutally, fast. hard and in full animal lust.

As His belly hits her buttocks, her body held immobile against the desk there is a slap of leather against flesh.

The girl cums again.

Estelle meanwhile has crawled to kneel behind Him. She watches his ballsac swing at every cunt entry and reaches forward to cradle the scrotum in her PVC gloved hands. A minor service but one which she knows her Master adores.

He looks down at the girl beneath Him as another orgasm wracks her body, her face is turned to the right and from her slack mouth He sees a little dribble of saliva  fall, her red silk blouse is dark with sweat and sticking to her flesh abover the corset. Again He grips her shoulders and now twists within her moving His prickhead against her vaginal walls until He is rewarded with a jerk of pleasure from her. He positions Himself to work on that area alone and she squeals at every thrust until she cums again grunting and closing her eyes.

Abruptly He withdraws, turns to Estelle who reaches up and rebuckles the leather crotchflap over His rigid prick.

Slowly Nicola, eyes glazed, brain pounding but emptied, open mouthed regains her senses. She lifts herself, turns and then falls to her knees beneath Him. She leans forward and places her lips to His boot embracing it adoringly in her hands and lovingly kisses the polished leather surface.

At this moment her adoration is absolutely total, there is NOTHING in her world but Master.

He turns on His heel and leaves the three women. Two kneeling, now embracing, Estelle smiling and stroking the girl's hair.

" Well done Nicola you pleased Him!"

" Thank you sister, thank you." She is still dazed and blonde.

She looks up and sees the whipped girl is looking at her with obvious envy. Is it for freedom? Or is it for the fucking by her Master?

To a friend.

Every time, mark that EVERY time she is in your presence, hears your voice on the phone or sees your name online she must masturbate to orgasm and ASK PERMISSION to climax. In this way she will soon associate you with that control ( around three months at the very longest, then you choose the moment torder it without any physical stimulus. She may rub her thighs together or you may use her most potent sexual triggers like pain or an image or whispered words. When she accomplishes the act she must be praised and given reward REAL reward it means so much.

Then you have to be punctilious in keeping the treatment going until she is totally, instantly obedient. Then you may extend her orgasm into rolling cumming, my slave is now capable of two hours at different levels, once she suffered a whole day and could not manage sleep. Orgasm denial then will take her to another level, at this point hypnosis and post hypnotic suggestion can underline the treatment.

As women SHOULD live.

She wakes. She opens her eyes in the dark and waits for the soft click as the chain that is attached to her locked steel collar is released from the head of the bed at precisely 5-30. She moves slowly, aware of Master sleeping soundly next to her, and she slips out from between the heavy black satin sheets without disturbing Him.

Her red taffeta nightgown has ridden up her body and she smoothes it down over her hips, feeling the crackly hardness of His sperm on her inner thighs, she smiles in happiness.

She is expert at opening the bedroom door the barest minimum and she squeezes through before closing it silently, she tiptoes to the bathroom urinates whilst squatting and then removes her night corset, a confection of black satin and red lace that belies its fanciful appearance by being triple steel boned and quite arduous to wear. However it is simpler to remove than the day corset and a thousand times less painful than the formal corset He makes her wear when He wants to show her off or torment her. She shrugs out of her soiled nightwear and steps into the shower to wash herself, she has to run her fingers inside the black rubber covered steel collar to ensure it too is cleaned and in doing so she chokes a little. It is deep but does not restrict her from opening her jaws to suck at Master’s glorious pillar as she must as His night companion. When he wants her punished he makes her wear the one that stretches her neck and makes her jaws and head ache after twenty minutes or so............

She is swift to bathe – the shower is set to four minutes use only, a woman should need no more if she is assiduous and she is even quicker to towel herself dry before she pads to her small dressing room, shivering slightly - for of course a female is not worthy of the cost of the central heating which only clicks into life twenty minutes before He awakes. She takes from the small bed that He sometimes requires her to use when He uses other women, a red silk slip which barely covers her shaven pubis. She runs her fingertips over that flesh, thinking that she will need to shave later today, her other hand goes to her similarly depilated skull and she considers that both must be done. She must remain smooth for her Master. She rolls jet black nylons up her legs and twists smoothes the fabric into place, feeling its rasp under her fingertips.

The day corset is again of steel sections covered in a thin layer of red satin both inside and outside. It is completely rigid and unyielding, brutally restricting her every breath and movement.

She adores it.

The broad shoulder straps are designed to push her considerable bosom forward and up, arch her back and make the movement of her arms more difficult – these straps severely restrict her freedom of movement and the corset as a whole is designed to reduce the woman’s freedom as well as constricting her waist. She puts her arms through the posture straps, then wraps it around herself and spends twenty five minutes lacing the conical shaped instrument of restriction tight until it is constricting her waist to about twenty inches, then she pulls at her breasts to place their weight properly onto the flat satin covered steel cups that will offer them to her owner, when complete she teases at her thick and rigid nipples. They are filled, as Master wished, with silicon and pierced by thick steel rings which she clips together to form a deep cleavage and hold them still. She continues lacing herself down to nineteen inches by the measure which she loops around her neck then allows herself a moment of vanity, looking at herself in the mirror and gripping her own waist, proud of herself and her constant work at appearing appealing to her owner.

She attaches the nylons with six suspender tabs on each side which, when tightened, are an additional restriction on her movement. With one eye on the clock she slips into six inch heeled green patent court shoes. A light green satin negligee and black satin opera gloves completes her attire. She puts on her ornate makeup: the white face, the scarlet lips, already outlined with a black tattoo and the mascara clogged eyes.

She hurries downstairs and begins preparing His breakfast, hearing as she does so the ticking as the central heating starts, though she is always in some fear of failing Him she is practised in her timings and walks into His bedroom perfectly made up and smiling with a tray upon which is coffee and toast about thirty seconds before the mute tone of His alarm.  As the light in the room slowly rises she places the tray at His bedside, kneels and slips her satin smooth hands under the sheets to cradle His balls and prick. She loves this moment as she feels them squirm under her grasp and stir, the prick stiffening into a thick hard rod As it does so her mouth opens a little involuntarily in need and expectation.

He wakes and sits up in bed, he reaches for the coffee. She looks at Him and he nods, it is her signal to climax for the first time today. Her eyes half close and the breath hisses through her nostrils as a flood of ice gushes into her cunt and her clitoris throbs. She is helpless, when He orders orgasm her body obeys, He wants her to climax and she is powerless to stop it, her head snaps back as the first wave rolls up her body from her cunt and she shivers in ecstasy, she ceases to be.......................................................

Ten minutes later as He finishes His breakfast he negligently says.

“Cease.” She slowly returns to consciousness.

His ability to order her to orgasm with no friction or stimulus is what has tied her to Him deeper every day, she loves Him so much. He is her whole life.

“Thank you Master. Good morning My Lord.” She says slowly though her voice is thick and the words are slurred, He had her tongue filled with silicon to enhance His pleasure in using her mouth and it is no longer of much use in forming words , He grunts.

Then she pushes her head beneath the sheets, smelling His aroma of dry sperm and groin and sweat and musk, almost swooning at the beauty of it. She locates His prick and licks at the tip, feels His hand push her closer.

Master is listening to the radio as she eats His beautiful prick and licks at it.

He does not use her mouth as he sometimes is wont to do and she is disappointed when he pushes her head away and He gets out of bed. She remembers when He would always fuck her in the morning, then beat her until her screams made Him hard once more and then fuck her again. Over and over again for hours. She misses that happy time but knows it is not her place to judge her Lord.

She pulls herself up with some difficulty and hastens to follow Him to the bathroom, He allows her to lick His prick clean of urine after a long mucturation and then she dons a floor length hooded clear plastic coat and follows Him into the shower to wash Him.

He stands as she lovingly soaps and works at Him, the water streaming from the transparent PVC over her bald pate, her eyes averted from Him as He hums a tune she does not know, totally ignoring her. He pushes her aside when He feels she has done enough and she towels Him dry. He shaves Himself despite her perpetual pleas to be allowed this task and she kneels at His feet head bowed, legs wide, palms up.

He also enjoys dressing Himself and so when he returns to the bedroom she removes the shower coat and returns to her room and takes the medium weight red leather hood from the bed. She pulls it over her head after seating it on her chin and then twists it so that the eye, nose and mouth holes are correctly positioned, before lacing it tight. Then she opens her toothless mouth and pushes her red rubber day gag into herself, sucking to seat it deeper within her mouth and moving her jaws to get it properly in place. She attaches the inflating bulb and pumps it up until her eyes bulge in discomfort and she can feel her cheeks prickly with the pressure, she reaches up to buckle the broad leather strap in place over her mouth.

Her dress appears at first sight to be a pure 1950s garment. Three quarter length tight sleeves end in broad cuffs over her black satin opera gloved arms, the tight bodice has a batwing collar above the deep V of the décolletage, a deep red patent belt at her waist and then a skirt that flares out like a crinoline from her corseted hips, supported by layers of net and taffeta, the lace and ruched hems of the underskirts visible at her ankles.  The fabric is a thin red PVC lined in artificial silk that Master rather favours at the moment and the only clues to its properties are small double eyelets set beneath the arms in a line in a vain effort to diminish the sweating of the wearer. The skirt sways seductively and hisses at every step and the bodice crackles over her corset, it is a very feminine garment. As a final touch she puts one of her very ornate platinum blonde wigs on her head.

Over this a black swing back coat of ankle length in a far heavier plastic with a huge cowl hood.

She goes to the front door and kneels, the layers of her clothing crackling, then she bows her head and she waits for Him.

“ Now!”

The click of His jackboots on the parquet floor nears and she hurriedly rises, opens the door for Him and then walks swiftly to the car and opens the passenger door for Him, unplugs the vehicle from charge and hurries to the driving seat.

It is only three miles to the station and it takes less than ten minutes but she loves this time when she is so close to Him, the rain is driving and she leans a little forward to see better through the windscreen whilst He listens to the radio. At the station she stops at the covered entrance and he gets out and slams the door behind Him without looking back, she moves away quickly, there is a line of cars behind her waiting to pull up driven by women like herself seeing their Men for the last time that day. She turns into the car park and plugs in the charger, then lowers the thin black PVC sheet dotted with small eyeholes from the inside of the cowl over her face. She is no longer driving, she is not with her Master, her features, already hidden by the hood must be made totally invisible. She crosses her arms behind her in the correct pose of submission,  bows her head and begins to click her way back to the house again. Of course a woman does not deserve the convenience or expense of a car for transport on her own.

The walk is long and she sweats inside the impermeable dress and under the heavy coat, she is aware of other women making a similar journey but her sight is so diminished she can only briefly glimpse them in the pre dawn gloom, she is not allowed to talk to them of course, a nod is all that any of them could manage heavily gagged as they all are. Her mouth is for His use alone, if she talks it is only to Him and now she is even fed by tube, her teeth removed years before and a dental block made at the back of her mouth to allow Him easier and safer access to her throat.  He has said He might now have her tongue removed or reduced, he has used other women similarly modified and enjoyed them, her voice He has chosen to retain. He says He likes to hear her screams though her speech is now almost unintelligible and He often beats her when she cannot make herself clear.

Eventually, after an hour of effort she walks up the path to the house, opens the door and once inside leans back against it panting through the small holes in her hood at her nostrils. She is famished, not having eaten or drunk anything since waking three hours before, she removes her coat and then walks to the kitchen and attaches a feeding tube to the small valve at her mouth and then squirts her “ food “ a mixture of liquidised food and Master’s urine or sperm into her throat as she stands.

Satisfied she kneels to rest for a few minutes her head bowed and her palms upturned on her thighs and thinks of Master, she must serve Him well, He is so good to her. Cunt wet at the thought of Him she stands and leaves the house once more to walk to the supermarket for that day’s food and shopping for Him - of course she eats what He leaves leavened with His waste and she makes no plans for her own food.

Her thighs are wet with sweat and chafing a little, her breath whistles through the nostril holes and the tiny central hole in the inflated gag. She walks in the pouring rain and her concentration on every step sends her into a semi trance. Perhaps it is the drugs that Master adds to her swill, she knows some are vitamins to keep His stock healthy but others are there to ensure she remains docile at all times, not that she would ever dream of rebellion, she loves Her Master, He is her God.

In this part of Walton the households are much the same. The buildings are very large with extensive gardens; the Masters who live here are associated with or wish to be closer to the Rubber Brotherhood as her own Master does. The women in this area invariably wear rubber and are heavily veiled and hidden from sight. She sees other females from the private road Master lives in with her making the same journey. Of course she cannot study them closely but she knows they too will be, gagged, corseted, objectified and enslaved but similarly obsessed and devoted to their Owners.

The town centre is a forty minute walk, less than the distance to the station and now she has eaten she feels a lot less fatigued. At the little green sward that contains the war memorial she can just see two women through her veil, their shockingly naked bodies covered in the blood from a public flagellation, suspended from their wrists to two of the ten stone crucifixes permanently set in concrete around the green.  She knows the blood looks worse than the physical harm that it represents, as the rain has diluted it to cover their torsos and even their legs but even so she thrills at the sight, a shiver of cunt joy and more wetness at her labia. She adores it when He takes her to witness a public punishment, she loves the hangings most of all and has been known to climax involuntarily at the moment of execution. The last was a double hanging, mother and her daughter and she orgasmed for over an hour afterwards.

These brutalities have been a favourite of hers from when she was a girl. Then she would stand in the crowd with her friends and watch the women being branded or flogged, whipped or even burnt alive.  Listen to their screams and rub at herself until she climaxed over and over again, it was perfectly acceptable, the majority of the female viewers young and old were doing exactly the same. She had adored looking at the executioner in His leather robes and inquisitorial hood, she, and all the other girls, would crowd round Him as He finished, smelling His sweat and the victim’s blood and leather, a heady fragrance.

She stops at the large shop on the corner opposite the Police and Correct station  “ TIGHT REIN” says the sign above the door,  the windows are filled with restraints, gags, instruments of correction or punishment for the disobedient maid, corsets and the equipment of torture for amusement or degradation. Master sometimes takes her there and enjoys trying out new restraints. A new display features a gag which will make her mouth more comfortable still for Master when he wishes to use it, the Vaginal Gag, it features two sacs than can be inflated on the cheeks to press that wet and warm flesh tight against the invading prick as well as the usual O ring and lip pads. It is modelled by a girl whose body and bizarrely enhanced breasts are covered in tight white latex, restrained over a whipping bench. In front of her a male mannequin has been positioned and its huge plastic member pumps into her mouth unrelentingly. She is weeping in pain and a small dribble of blood from her agonised mouth has mixed with drool and fallen in a long sliver from her face. In a bizarre sense she envies the poor girl, she envies her discomfort and pain, she definitely wants one of the gags, and she too wants to be weeping and mouth sore.

She sees the manageress of the shop behind the display looking at her fixedly, a woman in a tight black leather hood with jet black pony tail pulled from the crown, black silk blouse with upturned batwing collar, long black latex apron over a calf length black leather skirt. The reduced hem length is an indication of her status, she is to be deferred to by mere women and she automatically drops a small curtsey to her. She is rewarded with a slight nod of the head. She turns and hurries on.

Here in the town centre she sees a more cosmopolitan mix of people. Many females are in traditional Victorian dresses - either crinoline or bustled hobble skirts albeit beneath PVC or rubber cloaks or capes, their faces are visible in some cases but always gagged. The rule is that a woman may be ungagged but must be heavily veiled or if unveiled must be properly gagged.  Some she passes have the grossly inflated breasts favoured by one section of the Church of the Rubber Brotherhood which Master is leaning towards, the women’s bodies are covered in glistening polished black latex, their faces are actually visible in a sense, so tight is the rubber over their skin. Their outlandish breasts strapped into rigidity along their considerable torpedo like length and are supported on cantilevered steel cups set into their corsets. They walk leaning to the back, arms invariably in a single sleeve glove attached at the tip to their heels, as they walk they must support the weight fully but when they pause or stop the chain from foot to fingertip tightens and gives some support.

She makes her way to the supermarket, presses her forehead to the entry pad to enable the chip mounted beneath her skin to be scanned and walks to the carriers lined up at the entrance, she takes the first, a small fat girl wearing a glossy brown and red knee length cape above red PVC heeled boots, taking her leash from the hook in the wall and yanking on it to wake her. The manager, a tall Man in a leather uniform with jackboots in the same rather inappropriate colours checks a light at the door, looks at her, then walks to her. She shivers despite the latex layers covering her and feels her cunt dribble and vagina tingle, He is a Man and He must be served. He grips her chin then places a reader at her forehead and reads the chip for Himself, then takes the leash from her hand. He takes a common steel yoke from a rack at the wall and brings it over, fits it over her shoulders and then buckles it tight at the neck watched by the carrier girl.

“You know how to use this cunt?” His voice is soft, actually almost caring.

She nods.

Beneath the hood and behind the veil she blushes in shame, she must carry her own shopping! Master must have lost credit rating, usually He insists that she not take part in any physical activity. She is stick thin to the point of anorexia and He likes her frail and unmuscled. For a moment or two she feels fear and insecurity and then the Manager places His hand on her shoulder and squeezes it and she feels her cunt twist in pleasure.

“Good cunt, now get a move on. It will take the slut far longer to walk back.” He pats her backside as she turns.

As she moves down the aisles He beckons to the carrier.

“ Help the cunt load her shopping, she will find it difficult. Then make sure she gets it home safely, walk with her.” The moon face nods and obediently moves to assist the tiny woman with her work.

It takes longer of course and she does make mistakes but she still fills the baskets hanging from the yoke with beer and wine for Him and the best steak and vegetables. She waits until her code is approved at the checkout and then begins the slower walk home, very aware of what she thinks are the stares of passersby and of her neighbours.

The girl actually helps her put the goods away and removes the yoke from her but mutely refuses to take it back, leaving it in one corner of the hallway before leaving. She begins to is changing and probably not for the better, she removes her coat, hangs it up carefully and then kneels again in the kitchen to take a meagre lunch by the feeding tube.

In the afternoon she busies herself with cleaning the house, changes Master’s bedding, polishes His jackboots, oils the whips, tidies and then dusts and vacuums the house from top to bottom. The meal has made her a little dreamy again and the familiarity of her work settles her mind but that gleaming steel yoke by the front door keeps tugging at her insecurities. She prepares His evening meal and drinks in the kitchen with adoration and care and then when she is finished she returns to her small cell like room, cleans all her clothing, polishing all the plastic surfaces before she removes her daywear and prepares for His arrival home.

She strips once again, takes three massive enemas grunting and sweating in the toilet and evacuating herself explosively. The sweat from her work in the house is now underlain with a new sheen of perspiration so she showers to remove this malodorous covering. She shaves her head and mons carefully, places rouge on her labia, polishes the steel rings in her clitoris and nipples.

She smoothes red silk stockings up her legs and then laboriously laces the red patent ballet heeled boots that He decrees she wear at this time of the day. The corset has fixings for straps to tighten over the flesh at the base of the tits to make them more globular and sensitive and which makes them swell and become cold with lack of circulation. She tightens them very hard, her love overcoming her pain. She pulls on her red glace kid opera gloves and then biting her lower lip, brutally yanks at the straps to torment her breasts. Makeup at last, a pale frosty pink for the lips but upswept eyeliner, kohl, dark eye shadow for soon only her eyes will be able to express anything. He likes to see her cry and the makeup run................

This evening she chooses a red PVC floor length cheongsam to complete her dress, she knows He likes it and last time she wore it her fucked and beat her repeatedly, on her head she fixes a jet black wig cut in a Louise Brooks bob and in her mouth an O ring ready to accept His glorious prick. She is ready.

She slowly teeters downstairs on the ballet heels and then kneels in the hallway waiting for HIM.

You are only just learning about your need to submit and how powerful a force it is in your life. You are intelligent, invariably a competent, even a commanding, figure at work, you incline towards the feminine but have feminist beliefs, you probably work in a caring profession, may have been catholic, usually have leather in your wardrobe. You are waiting to learn.

Scan the newest users and get a " crop ". A "crop " of 25 year olds with names beginning with L, a crop of 25 year olds............................I begin to wonder whether anyone is experimenting with CM and seeing which gets the highest percentage of hits. Does L attract? Are 25 year olds the most popular with the gullible? Do pictures of tits do it?

For me a straight picture of a real woman and a literate profile hit every time.

I sometimes wonder what happens to all those genuine submissives who seek Dominants here, do they actually accept second best simply because the hunger, the drive to submit is so strong.................?

Lest a Master mistake the awe in which he is held by his slave for his own worth be reminded that there is a deeper, primal need. An atavistic drive towards submission in a woman made sensitive to her submission.

The feminists and those who supported them like me were greatly misunderstood and misunderstanding in their turn. What they did achieve was choice and the internet made some choices more available, not the least being to be submissive and express yourself as such. It worked in History and still works in many parts of the world. It is not perfect and relies upon the character of the participants, the women and men who make up the relationship. Flawed people will always equal flawed relationships, deep though, VERY deep is the realisation that this is RIGHT and the sexual pleasure is nature's way of rewarding us for the right behaviour.

Mage

The drivel these sad little men who seek abuse from Dominant women compose in their fake and pathetic profiles! The obligatory model shot with American backgrounds ( just the one furry shot ), the craven and whining pleas for abuse, the insistence they have are prepared to serve and suffer.......................Along with the " broken " Dommes it is a whole sub genre of fantasy built on subterfuge.

Slave stella and I wish to train a slave daughter, both of us feel a girl will benefit from old fashioned discipline and obedience training. stella as an intelligent woman has a sound understanding of all the techniques I have used on her and I am confident will be a sympathetic but strict slavemother.

The correct place for a female is in consenting submission to a Male.

My alpha slave made an excellent comment today which I feel deserves a wider reading. " Submissives play and have sessions..........a slave like parliament is permanently in session."

Clever bitch eh?

Every day I log on to CM and see at least two or three pouting girls in swimsuits from the States who describe themselves as submissive. I have quite a collection now, about forty in the last month. Only one image, always that impossible cheerleader ideals and all.........................well you name them.

When I get 52 I will make them into playing cards.

Slave will be trained to cum on command and THAT used to train her to INSTANT UNQUESTIONING obedience. Then the orgasms made multiple, making her insensible and incapable of thought THEN deep hypnosis and the reduction of her mind to a silence only broken by Master's words.

I stress I have an Alpha slave. I am considering a beta who will serve me and be trained to the same high standards as the slave.

. I abhor the term " play " and think the " scene " is filled with far too many overweight women in rubber and mini skirts and a greater number of overweight men with grey goatee beards and silver hair tied back in a pony tails sporting little leather waistcoats that will not button over their paunches and faded denim. Sub males are SO needy...........

DISCIPLINE is essential to a slave's wellbeing and the caring Master ensures that she does not fear it but love it as providing secure guidelines for her beahviour. A good slave is a well disciplined girl.

The two words GOOD GIRL have an extremely powerful effect on slave/submissive females. The essence for them is that want, desperately need to serve a Master and in that there is joy but also the potential for misuse of their entirely natural desires.

Unless the brain is engaged and stimulated the slave will never be TOTALLY controlled. I use a range of techniques to ensure that compliance is unthinking, immediate and done with confidence. A slave's mind MUST be in the hands of her Master, hypnosis, orgasm control are all part of it but at base it is empathy.

To be a slave is the apogee of woman's aspirations or the nadir? Discuss.

To be a slave is the apogee of woman's aspirations or the nadir? Discuss.

A satisfying start and it is invariably the brightest, the most accomplished who contact and speak of their dichotomy. How DOES a woman who craves submission but who would be ostracised by her sisters if she admitted it " come out "? So many trivialise it and reduce it to sexual hi kinks and play. It is so much more than that as you know...............