Serving Mistress Alice part 4 page 5

Master Thomas teased and tormented me a little longer before dismissing me. Upon returning to my slave's room, I find him in the bathroom drying himself off after a shower. His cock is still erect, and he's watching me. It is apparent to me that he is not sure if he is doing the right thing. I adore the submissive gaze he keeps giving me. I'm surprised by this feeling of pleasure, I am getting from dominating someone. I always thought I was only a submissive.

Allan freezes in his tracks when he sees me staring at him shaking my head. "This absolutely will not do. Mistress Scarlet hates body hair." I say turning him around. "Have you ever done a total body wax, slave?" I ask "No, Mistress" he answers ashamed, trying to cover himself up with a towel. "You will enjoy your smooth body, I assure you. Now help me strip naked and I will guide you on how to get rid of that hair, while we are in the shower, slave." I order him.

For a second, he was astonished by my orders, but he starts moving his hands to undo my blouse. His gaze stops over a drop of master’s cum on my cleavage. "Master's cum cannot be wasted. Lick it!" I order. I'm surprised by how eager you are to comply. "Good, I think, you'll become a good girl for Master," I say. " Now, let's see if your puppy side is just as good.

"Some of our master’s cum is on my asshole too," I say as I turn around. "Eat it too," I order him. His tongue is hot and soft, but just a bit shy, maybe he was not brave enough to hazard a penetration yet. I'll correct that too. Mistress Scarlet likes tongue penetration into her asshole very much.

While we are in the shower, Allan's hands are very comforting. I like how he takes the right amount of time to clean my body, insisting on going over my breasts and my buttocks repeatedly. I do notice that he is a bit shy with my pussy. I like the fact that he is respecting me. I consider this a good trait in his personality.

He also shampoos my hair for me. He gently and softly caresses my scalp; the sensation feels very good and quite relaxing. So, I let him massage my head for a while as I close my eyes. All the while Allan is working the soap into my hair. His hard cock is bouncing against my ass. Is this intentional? I don't know, and I don't care. I like it and I'm sure it's not intentional. It's not like we're having sex, we're not disobeying any of the rules. Even though I've let the tip of his rigid cock drag between my soaped legs.
 

"Tell me the five rules, slave," I say disliking the silence between us, and it's getting too intimate for me. I find that I'm getting too aroused now. He starts to chant the rules like a good boy, the training has worked very well. He's a very good hypnotic subject, and this makes me more confident that I will be able to train him for some of the other things master’s desires. "SLAVE OBEY," I say while he is drying my body with the towel. "Relax, keep doing your task and go deeper and deeper, SLAVE OBEY, " I said, reinforcing his trigger. "Follow your Mistress," I command going back into his living room

I have him sit on the carpet with his legs spread. I'm behind him sitting on the bed, drying his hair. His head follows my hands like a rag doll and in the end, I let him rest his head between my breasts. "Stroke your cock for me, slave, " I order him while I continue brushing his hair. "Stroke slowly. Can you cum, slave?" I ask. "No, Mistress. I cannot cum if I'm not told to, Mistress, " Allan answers. "Good slave, now keep stroking and go deeper into hypnosis with each stroke. Feel your desire to cum double with each move up and down of your hand over your rigid hard cock, slave. the more you get aroused, the deeper you fall, the more obedient you become." I suggest to him, noticing his breath getting faster, and soft moans come from his half-open mouth.
 

"Slave, you needed to become a 24/7 slave because you need to serve and submit completely, don't you?" I ask. "Yes... Mistress" I hear your reply. "You want to become a perfect slave in this house and much more. You will be also a girl, a maid, a slut, and a sophisticated toy for your owner's fun and a sweet lovely personal pet." I instruct him. A soft murmur rolls off Allan's lips, "girl... maid... toy". I follow with, "and a docile submissive human pet. say it, slave." I insist. "docile... human pet." he obeys.

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Whoa Boy Part 5 page 2

Recap
The one thing that Sam does notice that gives the place a barn vibe is the sliding stall looking doors that line both sides of the corridor. Right now Sam observes that all the doors are closed except for one. Jenifer is following Sam's eyes and she notices when they stopped on the open door. "That one is yours," says Jenifer, "It's all ready for you, " she declares. "Come on, I'll show you, " she beckons and tugs on the leash.

We reach the door and Jenifer say as she waves her hand indicating to go in, "go on in Sam, check out your new digs." Sam steps across the threshold to have a look. As he passes Jenifer he receives a whack on his ass. "Well, what do you think of it?" Jenifer inquires. Sam looks around and doesn’t see any amount of hay to sleep on, or a trough to eat and drink from. 

What he sees is a comfortable resort suite, with the exception of a few eyes hooks placed here and there. He has a TV to watch, a sound system to listen to music, and a laptop sitting on a desk. He has two comfy recliners and a sofa to relax on. 

But where the coffee table should be, sits and odd-looking bench with a lot of eye hooks. Jenifer must've noticed his puzzled look. “It a spanking bench, but some of the trainers prefer calling it a whipping horse,” Jenifer offers trying to be insightful.

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Insightful indeed, Sam shivers with a cold chill at the mere mention of whipping. “Oh relax, there’s no need to be a nervous Nelly,” Jenifer jest as she tugs on the leash once more. “In you go Baby Doll,” Jenifer orders as she playfully reminding him of his pony name. Sam moans and rolls his eyes at the humiliating name as he steps past her into the room. Jenifer has to laugh at his reaction as she follows him into the room. Having stepped in, Sam takes in the rest of the suite. 

He has a small kitchenette to one side with a table and two chairs, some cabinets, a sink, a small microwave, and a fridge. Sam is grateful that he has access to refreshments if he needed it. Next to the kitchenette is a doorway most likely leading to his bathroom he guess, He knows he will see it eventually, there’s no fighting the call of nature. 

That just leaves the bed which of course is situated right out in the open. No doubt laid out that way to display him on.

The other feature not accustomed to hotel suite is the four-poster brass headboard and footboard. There is no better way to spread eagle a slave than tying him to a four-poster bed. Sam knows this well having been tied spread eagle to Mistress Lynn bed many times. 

Near the head of the bed, there’s a tall armoire with locking glass doors. On display is a large array of toys that a slave can be played with. There is also this video screen playing on the wall. On the screen is a bright-colored spiral, with a flashing message saying, “prolonged viewing will lead to submission and enslavement.”

"Eye pink tits wait” Sam mumbles through his gag. “What? Oh bloody hell, give me a moment and I will get that off of you,” Jenifer states as she reaches around and releases the buckle on the gag. She gently removes it from Sam's mouth and haphazardly tossed it onto the table causing a noisy thud. “Now again! What was it you just said?” Jenifer inquires.

Having his mouth freed for longer than to slurp back some water feels great. Sam flexes his jaw a few times along with stretching out his tongue a couple of times before answering, “what I said is, I think it's great.” Hearing his voice for the first time since speaking with Mistress Lynne this morning. 

“Glad to hear it, this way please,” Jenifer directs tugging on the leash. She leads him across the room to the opposite wall, where she snatches a padlock from an end table drawer and quickly secured the leash to one of the eye hooks.

Looking somewhat confused, Sam asks, “Umm! I might be mistaken, but were you not going to untie me?” And he rattles the chain. “Yes, but not just yet,” Jenifer answers, she then follows with, “you see my job has one perk. After all of the days, training is done, I get to play with you for ninety minutes. Any which way I see fit,” (SIGH!!!!) Sam forgetting his place, exclaims loudly in a whiny tone as he shakes his head. “Is there a problem?” Jenifer inquires.

“No, not really. I just figured that I would get to relax for a little while,” Sam replies in his defense. “Oh, pet, I promise that you will enjoy yourself,” Jenifer toys as she comes up behind Sam and wraps her arms around his chest. She finger walks both hands across his chest until they are firmly on his nipples. “Do you want me to stop and untie you?” Jenifer queries seductively before kissing his shoulder and caressing his nipples with slow arching circles.

“Ahh!” Sam moans, “No! But I can’t. My Mistress wouldn’t approve of me having that kind of fun without her permission.” Ha, ha, ha!” Jenifer laughs boastfully, “ Oh! My poor naïve pet. If you're standing here with me, your Mistress has already consented to this when she signed you up here. I have been dreaming about this part of the day ever since I first laid eyes on you today.” 

Continuing to speak Jenifer follows with, “Now if you want me to stop, you can say, no. I will respect your decision and stop. But I should warn you that Mistress Lynne and Lady Vicky may frown upon you after reading my daily report. I tend to believe that their wrath will be worse than what I have in mind." But before she steps back to wait for his answer. Jenifer leans in and plants a kiss on Sam’s neck and playfully reaches around his waist and snaps is balls several times with her index finger and thumb.

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Lt. Jill's interrogation part 5 page 1

Lifting her head from the latest denial, Jill moans in frustration "How long has it been," Jill murmurs to herself between pants. Her entire body is encased in a layer of sweat, and tears are streaming freely from her eyes. It feels like an eternity has passed since being brought into this dank grey room.

Ever since they wheeled all this equipment into the room, Jill's heart has been racing. She had been shackled hand over her head and legs spread to wait for her tormentor. Then they left her standing there with all the intimidating implements.  Jill remembers cursing herself, even though she had felt and still is frightened, she was oddly getting turned on by everything she had seen.

Mistress Thorne must of been toying with her head Jill had thought as she squirmed back and forth on her tiptoes. By the time Mistress Thorne had arrived, her legs were twitching with fatigue, and oddly Jill was excited to get started.

"That should be long enough," Mistress Thorne had declared as she came through the door. "How is my favorite girl today," she had inquired? Even though Jill despises this woman, she knows be rude wouldn't serve any good, she replies pleasantly with, "fine Mistress, thank you for asking, and how are you." Mistress Thorne walked across the room and took Jill by the chin. She turn Jill's head to the right, then to the left, all the while peering deep into Jill"s eyes. Mistress Thorne answers with, "I'm just dandy," then she asked,  "how are you feeling pet"?

Feeling a little bit embarrassed and bushing, Jill responded with. "I feel giddy, and extremely horny, Mistress." then Jill broke out in a fit of giggling. Comment with an amused smile, Mistress Thorne said, "relax dear, that just means that the drugs are working properly." Jill's mind scream at itself in alarm,"DRUGS!" what kind of drugs?"

"Oh don't worry pet, they won't leave any permanent effects on you. They're just a strong  aphrodisiac. By now you have inhaled enough of the gas, that shortly you will want to fuck anything that has a bit of a nub," Mistress Thorne assure her prisoner. "But what I love most about this drug, is that the longer that it is in you, dear, the hornier you will get," Mistress Thorne had teased. "But here's the kicker my tight lipped little friend. The only antidote to this gas is the chemical your body produces when it orgasms," Mistress Thorne had informed Jill.  Then Mistress Thorne had let out a sinister laugh,  "and guess who isn't going to get to orgasm," she asked tauntingly, as she tapped back and forth between each of Jill's breast with her chop to each word.

Jill had then blurts out not thinking it through, "you fucking bitch! I'm still not telling you a damn thing!" Mistress Thorne walks over to the table and picks up a pair of nipple clamps and a magic wand, then turns to face Jill, "I was hoping that you still had a lot of fight still left in you. That comment confirms it, and I'm absolutely  thrilled," Mistress Thorne reports as she flicks the switch on the wand to test it. She was rewarded with a reassuring hum from the thing. She cups the palm of her band over the smooth round top of the wand, and feels the reassuring vibrating, "delightful" she purrs from the sensation. "Well let's get started then, we have lots to do today.” To the next page:[Press Here] From the start: [Press Here]

Peter's first time page 02

This development has Peter hesitating at first. But the fierce glare she is giving him is scary. He also thinks that she is about to scold him again. This makes him promptly open his mouth. " There you go, what a good boy you are," she rewards him while simultaneously sticking the butt plug in his mouth. "Alright, bite down on it and start sucking it like an infant pacifier," she directs him.

Having the butt plug in his mouth is having a duo effect on Peter.  On the one hand, he is repulsed by the thought of sucking on the thing. He knows that Mistress Julie would have cleaned the toy, but Peter could not shake the image of the butt plug being in some other guys' asses. On the other hand, Peter is so excited to finally have a session with Mistress Julie, that he would do anything she asks of him.

So, as Peter tries to get his taste buds to like the taste of the rubber, Mistress continues talking, "see that wasn't all that bad was it, slave"? Peter shakes his head back and forth as he mumbles pass the mouth-filling butt plug, "whoa...miss...twist". Mistress Julie has to laugh at his attempt to speak with his mouth full.

"Now while you get that plug ready for me, slave. I'll just start preparing you for what you came to see me for in the first place," Mistress Julie say as she playfully traces circles around both nipples with her fingertips. "Now, be a good boy for Mistress, and give me a wrist please".

Obediently Peter presents his right arm to Mistress Julie. She has stepped back from teasing his nipples and is now waiting patiently with a wrist cuff in her hands. Now that her slave has given her the wrist that she had demanded, she slides the leather cuff over his arm and gently fastening the chrome buckle. 

The soft snip of the small brass padlock clasping is Peters' indication that she is done with this arm. So trying to earn brownie point with Mistress Julie, he presents his other arm before she requested it. 

His selfless gesture did not go on observed. In fact, Mistress Julie is pleased by it. His simple action is the first sign that her newbie is accepting his role in their dynamic. So, Mistress Julie meticulously locks Peter other wrist and ankles in their cuffs, with each buckling ending with the reassuring sound of locks snips. 

While Mistress Julie is in her squat applying his ankle cuffs he has to smirk, even though his mouth is still full with the butt plug in it. He realizes that she is at his feet. " Wipe that stupid grin off your face, slave," Mistress Julie demands after seeing it when she looked up to check on him. "You might be enjoying your view my pet, but let's not forget who's in charge and who has the whip," she says with a giggle.

"Wes is-twist," he says as he attempts to say, yes mistress. The butt plug in his mouth making it difficult. Julie also finds his try at apologizing for it quite endearing too, "lime war-we miss-twist. ”Moments later Peter hears a snip, and not long afterward there is another snip as Julie secures the locks on the ankle cuffs. Luckily she had placed her cart close enough that she did not have to stand to pull a bar from it. Just a slight stretch and she had the thing in hand. "Do you know what this is, Slave," she asks Peter holding out the 30" bar for him to see.

Peter looks at the shiny chrome bar, that has two short lengths of chain attached to either end. He shakes his head no to indicate that he did not. "No matter she declares as she goes down on one knee in front of him. She put her hands between his legs and starts slapping the inner calves, while she explains the purpose of the shiny bar.

"This little thing is a spreader bar," she says, "this will just help ensure that I have unrestricted access to that beautiful cock of yours. I just love to decorate my slaves by hanging things from their balls too. All I have to do is snap these two little clips onto your ankle cuffs, (clip...clip) and voilà."

Peter shuffled back and forth on his feet adjusting to a more comfortable stance, or he tried too. "Isn't that a lot better, slave. Now you don't have to worry about what to do with your legs. Plus I get a wonderful unrestricted spot to torture." Julie teases. "Why don't we take care of those hands too," she says picking up a remote control and press a button. (click)

(Whizzzz) Peter hears an electric motor click on. He looks above his head to see another spreader bar lowering from the ceiling. The whining notice came from the electric winch it is attached to. Julie allows the bar to lower until it is just above Peters’ head. "There we go, slave," she tells him, "all I need now is to connect your hands to it," she says as she gently raises one arm above his head.

(Snip) Peter hears as the first clip is connected into place. Then once again, Julie repeats the process by gently taking his other arm until he hears that now familiar sound. (Snip)

"Awe! There we go," comments Julie, as she checks over her handy work, before pressing the button on the remote. Peter hears the click of the remote and the whine of the winch as it starts pulling his arms up and above his head. Peter looks up and sees his hands being pulled higher and higher.

The winch's motor didn't stop it's humming until Julie put her slave up on his tiptoes. "There you go," she said, "you're all ready for me to play with."  Julie picks up a bottle of lube as she moves around to Peter's backside. "Do you want to get that thing out of your mouth," she asks him.

Peter tries to get himself use to his new stretched predicament, he shifts his weight back and forth from one foot to the other trying to get comfortable, but not having much luck. Mistress Julie put him on his toes for a reason, and comfort wasn't it. Peter finally gave into his position and stood there. So being a good slave for his Mistress, he replies to her question, "west miss twist."

Grabbing the base of the butt plug in Peter's mouth, Julie gently pulls on it. As she does she response to Peter, "Good boy, now open wide." (POP). As soon as Peter relaxes his jaw, Julie pulls the plug out of his mouth causing that popping notice. "Oh wow slave," Julie complements before continuing. "You did a great job getting this slicked up for me. I will just add a little more lube, then we will be ready to insert it. Oh, slave, we're going to have so much fun."

Having a plug in his ass is not what Peter would call fun. Stopping it from happening is not an option. When he got her Julie had him answer a questionnaire. It was a list of fetishes that he had to agree to or not. For anal he had marked yes to it. But now that it was about to really happen. Peter became more nervous. His heart started to race, he began sweating, and a lump developed in his throat. He even clenches his butt cheek as hard as he can.

Julie picks up on his body clues and she laughs (ha! ha! ha!) before starting to speak, “My, my slave, your nervousness is so darn cute. But this is going to happen." She says banishing her trusted butt plug before her like a sword. "Do you understand me, slave?"  Page 03: (Press Here) Page 01: [Press Here]