Serving Mistress Alice part 4 page 3
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Rule number four: Your body is no longer your own.
Everything from the top of your head to the tip of your toes is now the
property of your owners and at the disposal of your mistress. Any part of your
body can be used at any time, at any place and by anyone who your owner wishes
to lend you to.
Henceforth you're to treat your owner's property (your
body) as a temple. You no longer have any input on the property's diet or
fashion. That is now the domain of Mistress Scarlet. You will now adhere to a
strict physical fitness program, administered by Mistress Alice. It is also
Mistress Alice's responsibility to enforce Mistress Scarlet's personal hygiene
program. Which includes regular daily showers, daily enemas, oral care and
keeping the property devoid of hair below the level of the eyebrows. Finally, Master Thomas and Mistress Scarlet will assume all
responsibility to maintain their slave's safety, provide shelter, see to all
medical and health needs, including scheduling doctor appointments, and to
cover the slave's financial obligation. In short, your only responsibility is
to serve and provide pleasure to your owners and mistress.
Rule four was a tough one for me. When it came to my
appearance, whether it be my clothing or my hairstyle. My makeup or where I
would hang out. I was quite independent. As to doing exercise? I will use a
quote from my youth, "as if". Exercise to me was chasing down a taxi.
So, when Master Thomas drop the rules on me, I was shocked. I won't lie at
first it was hard. I was spanked a lot for talking back.
As for exercise? After that first time Mistress Scarlet had
me suit up in a pair of those skimpy, tight running shorts and sports bra and
run 5k, followed by three hours in the gym. My thought was, "I'm going to
die". Now, I've taken up Cross Fit as a hobby, and in six weeks I'm
entered in my second triathlon.
So, in a few days when I have Allan suit up in tight little
running shorts and a sports bra for his first run. He will get no sympathy from
me at the end of the gym workout. One thing he will do is the same thing
Mistress Scarlet made me do. After that first workout and before we hit the
showers. Mistress Scarlet, a world-class marathon runner who runs three race a
year, had me lick the sweat from her entire body. Now, it's my turn to have my
slave lick the sweat from my body.
Finally, Master
Thomas and Mistress Scarlet will assume all responsibility to maintain their
slave's safety, provide shelter, see to all medical and health needs, including
scheduling doctor appointments, and to cover the slave's financial obligation.
In short, your only responsibility is to serve and provide pleasure to your
owners and mistress.
Rule number five: Orgasms are the property of Master Thomas
and Mistress Scarlet. Being commanded to cum is one thousand times more
pleasurable than having a spontaneous orgasm. It took a while to master this,
but eventually, I learned to accept and appreciate this rule, the idea of
cumming by my own choice is so foreign and useless now.
Yes, I can masturbate, in fact, Master Thomas requires me to
play with myself quite often. He expects me to bring myself up to the edge
orgasm at least four times a day. His reasoning for this ritual is to keep me,
his slave perpetually horny. His belief is that a slave should be constantly
wet, and ready for their owner to use. But no cumming, only bad girl cum in
private, by themselves without permission. Good girls only cum when ordered to,
and I'm a good girl.
Another thing Master Thomas enjoys making me do, just to
remind me that I am his slave. He will have me put on a striptease show in
front of all his friends. I am then expected to follow the stripping and
dancing, with me masturbating to the brink as many times as he wishes. While I
stroke my clit, I've noticed that all my master’s friends like to see me
masturbate, but they go delirious watching me scream and cry, as I fight back
the orgasmic waves of cum building up inside of me. I am also pleased to say
that to this day I have never spilled a drop of cum without explicit permission
from Master Thomas.
I see some drops of precum start to leak from Allan's
pulsing cock. I kneel next to him, placing one hand gently on his shoulder to
balance myself, before reaching for his balls. I squeeze his contracted balls
tightly between my finger. He feels so full and hot in my hand. I lean in a bit
closer to inspect his rigid erect cock and swollen balls. What a wonderful
sight they are. All hard and ready for me to play with.
So, for my amusement, I started slapping both his cock and
ball. I find myself getting into a rhythmic pattern of hitting his family
jewels and rigid tool. To make things even better, Allan is too under to
protest. As I work back and forth between his cock and balls. I imagine I am a
drummer pounding out the beat to that popular song (We Will Rock You). I got so
taken up by the moment that I lost track of time. After pounding out the beat
to a few more of my favorite songs, I stopped. Good thing I did because Allan's
package is looking red and even more swollen.
After checking to
make sure he is okay, I release the straps binding his hands behind his back. I
free him because I know for the hypnotic training to take full effect, I need
him to stroke his cock to better absorb the rules. "Learn your rules
slave," I said slapping his genitals more intensively than before. I leave
my slave on his knees staring blankly at the hypnotic spiral on the tv screen.
He looks so adorable kneeling there stroking his cock back forth, going deeper
with each up and down cycle. It is time to take my leave, I must take the
contract to Master Thomas. I feel proud of myself. and I am becoming more
confident with my new slave.
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Lt. Jill's interrogation page 3
"Here we go again," Lt. Jill says to herself rising from
her bed and placing her hands behind her back. Her jailers lock her wrist
together and clasp a leash to a collar around her neck. He then leads her out
on her after breakfast stroll from her cell to the interrogation room, and her
new BFF. Mistress Thorne. It only takes 10 minutes for the guards to parade her
naked through three corridors, across an open-air courtyard, and into the
adjacent building, and up a flight of stairs to this steel door in front of her
now
The guard punch's his
code in and the door slide to the side, revealing to Jill the all too familiar
dull gray room. A spreader bar suspended from the ceiling, and two chains
anchored to the floor. The guards jostle Jill into place, releasing her hands
from behind her back, only to have them tied above her head. The second guard
is spreading Jill's legs and attaching the floor chains to the ankle cuffs.
Once securely locked in place the guards leave the room. But not before the
female guard says with condemnation, "have a nice day," as the door
is sliding close.
Jill's training taught
her to always survey her surroundings look for something of use, a means of
escape or something that could be used as a weapon. But her scan provides the
same findings as the last five days, nothing.
Jill looks over her head and testing her bonds silently praying they
would break. Jill knows if her hands were free, she has the skills to twist a
few necks and escape. She has no luck today. So, Jill looks down over her naked
body, her only clothing is the two sets off cuffs and the collar around her
neck. Jill's new friend Mistress Thorne cut her bra and panties off of her five
days ago. Stripping away the last layer of dignity that had remained. Now Jill's
beautiful muscular naked body is on display for everyone.
"Good morning pet.
Did you have a good night? I sure did,” Mistress Thorne says entering the room.
She is covered from head to toe in her dominatrix garb again. In one hand she
is holding a freshly brewed cup of coffee, which is providing a wonderful aroma
to an otherwise stale room. In her other hand, she carries a tote bag which she
sets on the table. Putting her coffee cup on the table next lets Mistress
Thorne pull out the desk chair and sit down. Once comfortable, she opens a
dossier that she brought with her.
Thorne
reads for a few moments before she starts laughing, "it says here you
headbutt one of the guards last night. Did you really head butt a guard?"
Mistress Thorne asks still very much amuse. Jill looks defiantly at Thorne with
a huge grin, but she says nothing. So, Thorne does, "it's too bad I have
to punish you for it. But I can permit my guess to go around headbutting the
hired help," Mistress Thorne jest. "But a head butt Jill? Dam girl, I
just have to say, Bravo! The little prick probably had it coming too. He’s darn lucky you didn't crush his balls
with your knee, after all the teasing I've been putting your little pussy
through," she praises.
Thorne read a little
more before speaking again, "you certainly haven't been a disappointment,
Jill. Five days of my edging regiment and you’re still going. Your male
counterparts would have all broke three days ago. I have to say that your one
tough bitch, Lt Jill. It's a pity that I
must keep torturing you, but that's what they pay me for, and, I, will break
you. So, on today's schedule, we are going to start with more of the same. I am
going to tease the shit out of you all day, and you're going to resist
answering my questions. Sound fun to me, but later today I will be upping the
ante," Mistress Thorne says patting he tote bag. " But that will wait
for later. For now, take a break while I finish my coffee and admire your body,
and consider how many whacks on the ass I will give you for your head-butting
unruliness last night".
Still naked and in a
standing spread-eagle position, Jill moans in disgust at the thought of being
spanked on the ass. She was a college freshman the last time she got a
spanking. She didn't like it then and she won't like it now. But the idiot
deserved it, grabbing her labia as he did, and with her being so darn horny and
sensitive as she is.
After five days of
vibrating wands, butt plugs, and endless anal bead sessions. Not to forget that Mistress Thorne has also subjected her to ice cubes, itching powder and nipple
clamps to name just a few of the fun things they have been doing. Jill needed a
way to release her frustrations somehow, and with no chance of an orgasm. Jill
gave the dumb-fuck what he deserved, and it felt great.
But facing a sixth day
of teasing, and Mistress Thorne threatening something new. Jill doesn't know if
she can continue to resist much longer. Especially with an orgasm, being
dangled as a carrot in front of her.
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Serving Mistress Alice Part 4 page 2
Rule number three. Mistress Scarlet is an extension to Master Thomas dominance. Mistress Scarlet is the female side of Master Thomas. An order From Mistress Scarlet is the same as receiving from Master Thomas. Obey the order, because Master Thomas never contradict any of Mistress Scarlet’s orders, an if need he will help enforce her orders on us slaves.
Mistress Scarlet taught me a lot of things, starting with how to please a man, and a woman. She was the one who taught me how to use an enema kit to better prepare myself for anal penetration. How naive I was back in the beginning, I had this small vibrator, and I thought that it was all a girl could ever desire. It’s only because I became Mistress Scarlet’s slave and chose to obey her rules. That I have earned the right to be introduced to all the wonderous type of toys available to me. The dinky little vibrator that I figured was all a girl would need, somehow fails now to compare with all the different shapes, size and lengths now at my disposal. And yes, size really does matter.
But rule three had to be amended to reflect my slave,
Allan's unique situation. The three of us, Mistress Scarlet, Master Thomas and
I got together a few days back to edit the recording. What Allan’s brain is
absorbing goes like this. Allan from this point forward you will be referred to
as, slave. With that all being said the slave will understand that he belongs
to both Mistress Scarlet and Master Thomas, and your main purpose is to please
them. But, let it be known that Mistress Alice will be the slave’s primary
trainer. This affords her all the right and privileges bestowed upon a
Mistress.
From this time on the slave will without question obey
every task or order given him by his Mistress. Failure to perform an order, a
tribunal of Mistress Scarlet, Master Thomas, and Mistress Alice will decide on
what kind of punishment is required based on the severity of the slave’s
actions. Mistress Alice does have the authority to apply corrective discipline
for minor slip-ups. On top of being Mistress Alice’s slave. You are now her
living toy play with as she sees fit.
Being a living toy was such an amazing discovery for me. I
remember the first time, Mistress Scarlet prepared me for Master, with the
proper lingerie and all the attention to detail to my makeup. A doll on display
for Master Thomas to play with is what Mistress Scarlet told me. It was during
one of Master Thomas’s parties, that Mistress Scarlet positioned in the center
of the room made up like a sex slave doll.
Before entering the room, Mistress Scarlet dropped me into
a trance and programmed to serve drinks, among other things. I learned that
evening, that in the right atmosphere, just about any perverted thing could be
done to me without any extreme repercussions. Many hands touched me on my ass,
my tits, and my pussy, while I served drinks to my master’s guess. The funniest
thing that I recall though, is this balding middle-aged potbelly man drinking
his cocktail and sticking his olives up my ass.
Now I have my own living slave to transform into the
perfect fuck toy for our owner's next party. I only have a few months to train
him before the annual summer pool party. It’s going to be so much fun. Tons of
nearly naked people, displaying their sunbaked bodies. All the while my toy
will have to serve them wearing nothing but a collar, a cock cage, and some
suntan lotion. Plus, if we’re lucky there will be a silver-haired, middle-aged
lady with a big ass, and saggy tits, drinking cocktails and trying to shove
olives up my slave’s ass.
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Serving Mistress Alice part 4, page 1
The rules of the house seemed very simple and easy to
learn, they’re less easy when you must live them every day. I remember the look
Master Thomas gave me when he told me about the five rules. The raised eyebrow,
and his piercing blue eyes, penetrating my soul. How naive I was when I said to
him, “What, is that it? Only five”? But after a month of obeying them to the
letter. Never questioning my master’s judgment and having to recite them
several times a day to myself. I soon understood just how thankful I was that
there are only five rules.
I have been with Master Thomas and Mistress Scarlet for
quite some time now, and I would never out-right disrespect, or disobey either
one of them outright. But there are times that I will push the 5 rules to their
limits. For these transgressions, Master Thomas will occasionally punish me. On
the flip side of that coin, there are the times that I find the rules so
daunting, that I have asked Master Thomas if he could hypnotize me. He could
compel me to obey the rules. He won’t though, I remember him saying to me,
“sorry slave, you’re not taking the easy route out. A slave will never learn
how to serve their owners correctly if there is no risk of consequences for
their actions. It wouldn’t be fair to either master or slave if an order were
only followed because the slave was programmed to be a goody-two-shoes”. So,
with no chance of an easy fix at being obedient by master hypnotizing me, I
have put my continuous best effort into obeying whatever he and Mistress
Scarlet tell me to do.
I recline back in a big leather chair and watch my new
slave, as he stares blankly at the TV. He’s already captured by the hypnotic
graphic, spiraling around on the screen. I can see that the programming is
working because he has a fully erect cock standing at attention. Plus, his
slave brain is absorbing and learning the rules, I see his lips moving as he
silently repeats the five rules to himself. He looks like he is chanting some
erotic mantra.
“Rule number one,” I hear coming from the speakers. “A
slave is not permitted to speak, except to answer a direct statement from their
owner or mistress. If there should be a direr reason for a slave to speak. He
is to kneel directly in front of his owner or mistress with his head cast down.
He may then beg his owner for permission to speak. He is only allowed to ask
once, he will then remain on his knees with his head down, until his owner
grants him permission to speak or dismisses him altogether. This action can
only be done in complete privacy, with no one else present. If the slave is
asked a question by one of the master’s or mistress’s friends. He will have to
wait for permission from his owner before responding”.
Next, I hear chiming out, “Rule number two: Master and
Mistress has discretion as to who their slaves will serve and obey. The slave’s
obedience is mandatory and without an option, to this assigned person, the
slave will respect this person as though they are his Master, or Mistress, and
will carry out their commands as though he received them from master or
mistress”.
I was shocked the first time I was told that I will be an
escort for one of master’s friend. Master Thomas had warned me before I agreed
to be his slave, that there was the possibility of being used for sexual
purposes, by him and his friends. So, after almost a year of being trained by
my owners, and only used by them. I was surprised and somewhat hurt when Master
Thomas informed me that I will be at the disposal of one of his friend’s. I
would be with his friend for an entire weekend. At first, I was repulsed at the
notion of being used by a stranger. Will master make me be his friends’ slave
too, will I be required to have sex with him. All master Thomas said was that I
will be his friend’s escort.
Then the unimaginable happened. The more I thought about
it, the more aroused I would get. Often when I was alone, I would strip, lay
back on my back and rub my clit. I would bring myself to the brink of orgasm so
many times, that when the day came, I was so fucking horny, that I couldn’t
wait to get going. Now I know that a woman should feel miserable and pathetic
while being abused and used. But I tell you though, the more I obeyed my
customers, (Master neglect to mention there would two men), the more I noticed
this special kind of power, and pleasure, I was having by pleasing and obeying
complete strangers. It's not easy to explain. All I can say is that it felt
great and that I couldn’t wait until the next time that one of my master’s
friends needed an escort.
It’s funny now, that I am thinking back to one of the first
meetings I had with Master Thomas. It was then, that I came aware of the fact
that I wanted to be someone’s submissive. The idea of being a sex slave has
been with me since I was a young teenage girl in puberty. I would dream of
submission, having rope circling my arms and legs, binding me in place, as I am
being used by my master. I would lay on my bed rubbing my chest and squeezing
my nipples. While I rubbed furiously at my clit. It was during one of these
erotic fantasies of being bound, gagged, clamped and used by my master, that I
had my first orgasm.
It exploded from my body, sending pleasurable sensations
into places on my body that I didn’t even know exist. I don’t know how long I
laid there on my bed, squirming and moaning into my pillow so I wouldn’t wake
my parents. On that night I was dreaming about a dominant Master being in
complete control of me, my body and my mind...
To be continued next week:
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