Whoa Boy: Part 2

Mistress Lynn leads her slave into the garage by his reins and was mildly amused by his squirming around. “slave are you having difficulties with your new outfit?” Mistress Lynn asks with mock concern. He shakes his head back and forth in a NO motion to calm her concerns. The bit in his mouth keeps him from being able to say no. In the garage sits Mistress Lynn's pride and joy, her most favorite toy of all. It's her candy apple red convertible, with the roof already down. It is a restored 1950's vintage Ford Mustang. The car has a spotless high polish black leather interior that Mistress Lynn has her slave buff for a couple of hours every week. The car is just the way she likes it, clean, polished and fast. Having some difficulty because of her slave's bondage, Mistress Lynn struggles to get him into the car, but she does manage to finally get him in and securely buckled into his seat. “There you go pet, you're already for a nice ride in the country.” Mistress Lynn comment as she swings the door closed and thus crushing any hair brain schemes her slave may have had of escaping just to provoke her. She then stores her bag in the trunk before climbing in next to her new pet on the driver side.  Mistress Lynn brings the car to life with a quick turn of the key and with a press of the gas pedal, Mistress Lynn and her pet are both on their way, and in quick order she has them merging into traffic on the highway.

Now, even though he is bound every which way to Sunday, the severely restricted slave is having a pleasant ride in the car with Mistress Lynn on this warm and sunny day. But Mistress Lynn has other plans for her humble slave today. After getting into the swing of being on the highway and setting the cruise control. Mistress Lynn turns her attention to the knobs in the car. First finding the right music on the radio, followed by twisting the top off her cold bottle of water, and ever so quickly, her hand finds the knob between his legs. Her hand caresses over his steel chastity cage, and she tugs a little bit on it stretching his aching cock and balls ever so much and producing a moan that  escape over his gag. Her hand wanders a short distance further and grabs hold of his balls. Mistress Lynn did not show any signs of distracted driving as she knead her fingers back and forth over is swollen nuts, but he was for sure some place else. Her hand snaked back and forth between his legs causing him to squirm in his seat. One moment her hand will be caressing around gently sending sweet sensations to his brain, A heart beat later her long beautiful painted finger nails would dig into his nuts like an eagle’s talon piercing into a ground hog catching it's lunch. Even with him having the cock cage locked in place. Mistress Lynn is still able to keep him frustrated and on the edge of an orgasm the whole trip. Mistress Lynn just keeps edging, and humiliating him by honking at every driver in a SUV or truck and points at her pets nuts so that they would know that he was on full display for their viewing pleasure. He received many hoots and horns beeping from his passing admirers for his triple x show. But one thing he is certain of, he knows that there will be no release coming his way anytime soon.

Hearing the turn indicator and feeling the pull to the right while slowing was his first sign that they are exiting the highway. He has his head pushed back into the head rest, with his eyes closed, and a continuous moan is escaping from his lips. His poor cock and balls are throbbing like nobody’s business. Between Mistress Lynn's hand and a vibrator, she had pulled out of a console, she kept her him constantly stimulated. She turns right at the next stop sign and head off towards farm country. “There, there my little slave.” she comforts him. “It won’t be much longer now. We will be arriving soon, and then you can go for a trot to work out those leg muscles.” Mistress Lynn says with a smile. It takes an additional ten minutes before Mistress Lynn turns off the road. Coming back to his senses now that Mistress Lynn has stopped her relentless assault on his balls. The first thing he notices is the long white three board fence following along the country road. The kind of fence that encompassed “South Fork Ranch” on the old TV show “Dallas”. A moment later the fence made sense, when he sees a group of horses frolicking in the distance, and over top of the laneway entrance is a huge sign, with gold painted lettering welcoming guest to “Miss Penelope’s Bed and Stable.”

Both side of the laneway is lined with a beautiful manicured cedar hedge, each tree is about eight to ten feet tall, standing neatly in a line that it resembles a squad of palaces guards prepared for inspection. The trees also did an excellent job of screening the life that went on behind them. The laneway leads to a huge arc that boarded what could be mistaken as a palace. To be precise the house is more like a Manor home. Two story high, gleaming white paint, A huge front veranda with the big white columns standing there to hold up the second-floor balcony outside of what must be the the master bedroom. All the upper floor windows have been replaced with French Doors and new smaller balconies masterly installed as not to take away from the regal look of the place. 

Mistress Lynn's face is glowing as she takes in the view of the many colorful flower beds encircling the courtyard.  Standing in front of this grand building stood this empowering beautiful woman with long flowing red hair. Mistress Lynn could not help but notices that her pet is staring awe struck at this woman, “slave it is not polite to stare, eyes! Down.” she commands. The redheaded lady is dressed in what could be called, Proper Riding Appeal. The outfits you see on TV when rider and horse are jumping fences in show jumping or as it is otherwise known, a Steeplechase. 

No sooner than the car came to a stop, both doors were open by these two younger women who were waiting too. Both were clad in black pants and corset, knee-high polished boots and a riding crop in hand. Mistress Lynn steps out of her side giving the keys to the woman who is holding her door. The woman on the other side opens the door and leans in to unfasten the seat belt holding the restrained slave to his seat.  She takes the reins in one hand and his arm in her other hand and helps him out of the car. With the reins in hand, she leads him to a spot on the sidewalk. Where she then commands him to stop by saying “Whoa!! Boy.” while holding the crop in front of his thighs like a barricade. She had him stand still there, holding the reins tight near his mouth and restricting his head from turning. Mistress Lynn joins us on the sidewalk as her car pulls away with the lovely woman who had opened her door, drive's it away. 

“Hello, Welcome to my stables. You can call me Mistress Penelope, you must be Mistress Lynn,” the red headed vixen says to my Mistress Lynn as they hugged and kissed each other’s cheeks. “But to my staff and my trainers, I am known as Head Mistress. OH! and of course that applies to our ponies too.” Mistress Penelope said as she takes a step back and turns her attention towards Mistress Lynn's slave. He notices her taking a quick look up and down his naked body, then taking a few steps she puts herself straight in front of Him. This is the first time he gets to see Head Mistress up close. She looks radiant, No more like regal, that it. Deep penetrating blue eyes, a high well-defined cheek bone and a lipstick color he cannot even name. The perfume she is wearing is so sweet and welcoming that for a moment he forgets that he is a naked slave who is tied up and standing in front of a woman who will be causing him pain soon enough.

Mistress Penelope grabs his head gear and peers deep into his face as she twists his head up and down and back and forth. “So, who do we have here? Does he have a name yet?” Head Mistress asked out loud. “No, I didn’t think of one in my rush to get here it never occurred to me to name him during the drive.” Mistress Lynn replies. “Well let’s give him one now. So, I can have a name tag made up for his collar,” suggest Mistress Penelope. “It occurs to me Mistress Lynn that with his cock all locked up like that, he could be a mare instead of a stallion.” Head Mistress points at his balls with a smile. “I love that idea." says Mistress Lynn. "I have always wanted a pony that I could name Baby Doll.” adds mistress Lynn. If his head was not being held still by the lady with his reins. He would have put it down to shake it, as the reality that for the foreseeable future he will have to answer to being called Baby Doll. “Baby Doll it is.” Smiles Mistress Penelope. “Mistress Lynn you must be tired from your long ride, why don’t I take you inside and see that you get settle in, and you can have some time to freshen up. Someone will bring you your luggage, and later I, or I will have someone give you a tour of the grounds.” Mistress Penelope purpose as she gestures to the polish marble stairway. “Lady Vicky will see to it that she takes Baby Doll for her walk before leading her back for her cold water rub down, and some food, before bedding her down for the night.” And with that said Mistress Penelope takes Mistress Lynn by the hand and they head up the stairs.

Lady Vicky now turns to face the newly named pony, Baby Doll and says “My name is Lady Vicky slave. I will be your head trainers here. I will not get into all the rules here and now. They will be told to you during your orientation tomorrow. For now, all you need to know slave, or I should say pony, is that a pony first and foremost will never speak unless a trainer asks it to answer a question. Second, I am not your mistress, I am your trainer. So, I never what to hear you call me Mistress. If there is ever a need for you to address me, you are to call me Lady Vicky. Got it! Third, while in training, if Head Mistress or your Owner is not present. Then all the trainers are in charge. You will obey us like you would for your Mistress. If you do not you will be punished. Do you understand me slave? Shake your head yes or no,” obediently Baby Doll shakes his head up and down. “Excellent! Let me show you to your new home pet.” Comment Lady Vicky as she loosens her grip on the reins and has him turn to face down the pathway to a thick wooden door or a gate that goes through the hedge. Lady Vicky pulls on the reins and make a click noise with her tongue and commands “Come on girl, let’s get going.” She gives him five quick whacks on his ass with the crop to prove she means business. When they reach the gate Lady Vicky order him to wait as she pulls a key from, her pocket and inserts it into the gate. Before she swings it open, he reads the sign fasten to it. “All who passes through this gate. Prepare to be broken!” Lady Vicky yet again whacks the crop against his butt and pulls on the reins and he steps through the passageway into whatever awaits him… 

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Whoa Boy; Part 1

“Wake up slave! I know I worked that poor cook of yours hard last night and having your balls still full of cum must be madding” Mistress Lynn said to her slave as he blinks his eyes open. It's while he is turning his head to check the time, that is he remembered that he was still tied to the bed. He is still in the same position as he was when he passed out last night. His wrist is bounded together with his leather cuffs and pulled over his head and secured to the head board, his feet are tied the foot board in the same fashion. His cock and balls still hurt from Mistress Lynn playing with them for hours last night. She had a delightful time and many great orgasms. He though still aches for release that Mistress Lynn has yet denied him again.

She sits down next to him on the bed, she gently set down a basin of warm soapy water and a towel. “We need to clean up a bit of this mess you have all over yourself.” she points out. “Can’t be sticking your filthy cock back into it’s nice clean cage now can we.” Said Mistress Lynn as she started gliding that hot soapy towel back forth over her slave's swollen balls, causing his cock to stiffen again. Whack!!! Slamming her hand down hard over his growing cock she says, “There's no time for any of that bloody nonsense, we have a lot to do today, and we have a long drive ahead of us.” The hit had the effect she was looking for. His brain jolted back to reality and his cock started to shrink back down. Mistress Lynn quickly finished up with cleaning off his cock, then out of nowhere she pulls out his dreaded cock cage. “Let’s get that penis of yours securely put away, I wouldn’t want you getting any ideas of stroking that thing while you have your shower.” He can feel her yanking and pulling away at his groin, as she secures the cage in place. Then he hears it snick's shut as the small chrome lock snaps in to place, sealing him in for more chastity and denial.

Mistress Lynn leaned over the top of the bed teasing her slave by keeping all of her beautifully sculptured body just out of his reach. She looks radiant this morning. She has a magical talent of applying just enough makeup to make her hazel green eyes glimmer with confidence and supremacy. Her cheeks have just enough rosy color to define her face perfectly, and those magnificent full luscious red lips, that her slave locks his gaze onto every time she moved them to give a command. Her flowing blond hair tied back in a long braid finished off with a bright red bow. Mistress Lynn's wardrobe conveyed nothing but dominance this morning. She is wearing a crisp white blouse, nothing frilly just a stern white blouse that was tucked into a tight form fitting pair of light tan pants that slid neatly into a pair of high polished black leather boots that came up over her shins.

She reached behind her slave's head and released the buckle on his ball gag and remove's it. His jaw is aching a lot from wearing it all night. He flex's his jaw a couple of times then said, “thank you Mistress, may I ask where we are going today?” SMACK! SMACK!!! Mistress delivered two sting slaps to each side of his head, “who said you could speak SLAVE?” she demands. He politely replies, “no one Mistress, I am sorry for forgetting my place Ma’am.” Mistress Lynn then moves swiftly around the bed releasing all of his restraints and says as she works, “I will deal with that screw up later. For now, I want you to make the bed and clean up this room.” She proclaimed. “After that take, you will take a shower and get your ass downstairs for breakfast. You have 30 minutes. Oh, and don’t worry pet about clothes, you won’t be needing any.” And with a smile and a giggle, she turns and leaves the room.

Her slave waste no time compiling with his orders. He empties the water basin, picked up all the toys and place them all back in the toy closet, remembering to wash the ones that needed to be cleaned. Then he turned his attention to the bed and make it. He checks the clock; 21 minutes had already passed. “Shit!!” he gasps as he races to the bathroom. He had needed to use the toilet from the time Mistress woke him up. Tick, tick another few precious minutes’ slip by as he uses the washroom. When he had finally relieved himself, he check's the clock. 24 minutes have now gone by. “Fuck, I only have 6 minutes.” he whispers to himself as he immerses into that inviting hot water. “ahhhhh!!”, he moans as the water stream over his body, but there is no time to stand around and soak. As quickly as he can he soap's up his body and rinse off, then the ritual of washing his hair comes next. After rinsing off all the soap, he rapidly towels off his body and brush's his hair. He inspects his body in the mirror.  His face is okay, but his pubic hair and legs could use a shave. But he knows that he does not have time too. He check's the clock, “Dam it”, he sighs 33 minutes has elapsed, and it takes five more minutes to clean up the bathroom and get himself downstairs.

As he enters the kitchen Mistress Lynn is leaning on the counter, her arms are crossed over her chest and she is staring at her watch. He steps closer and she looks up and stares at him sternly. “If it wasn’t that we must get going, I would be giving you 5 whacks per each minute you are late. I will just have to deal with it and your other screw up from earlier when we return. “What?” he thought to himself, Mistress Lynn is going to postpone a punishment, she's impatient about getting underway, and there is no need for him to have clothing, what the fuck is going on. “Sit down slave, I have prepared breakfast for you my pet", Now he is totally confused, Mistress made his breakfast. Now he knows something is up. He sits at the table as ordered and wait for her to serve him. She places in front of him a bowl of Shred of Wheat, ¼ cup of skim milk, 6 baby carrots, 3 sugar cubs and a cup of water. He stared at the odd combination of food before him for breakfast. He glances at his Mistress to see that she was grinning at him, and she had a devilish twinkle in her eyes. “Hurry up and eat up slave, and when your done put your dishes in the dishwasher and join me in my den. I need to get you dressed for the day.” she order's him. He pours the milk on the dry bale of Shred of Wheat and crushed two sugar cubes on top of the cereal for flavor and popped the third in his month. His mind is racing as he sits there gobbling up his food. “Get dressed for the day” he thinks to himself for a moment. “Don’t worry about clothes, you won’t be needing any.” Mistress had said to him earlier! And she is in a hurry to get somewhere. “what is she up to” he wondered as he finishes up with eating and cleans up. Then scurrying along he heads for the den.

Being invited to the Den is a polite way for Mistress Lynn to tell her slave to meet her in the dungeon. You see Mistress Lynn is a professional Dominatrix. She has trained many subs in this room. Having spent many hours of training in here himself, he knows all the toys and the dungeon very well. It should also be mention that he is no longer a client anymore. He is now Mistress Lynn's  24/7 collared slave. He signed a contract with Mistress about 3 ½ years ago, giving her complete dominion over his mind and body, and since that faithful day Mistress Lynn has had many adventures with him in this room. But over the last few years Mistress Lynn has never acted like she is this morning.

“Get your ass over here slave.” she says as he comes through the Den’s doorway. “Come on let’s get you ready for your day slave.” Mistress Lynn  urged as she pointed at a spot on the floor near here bondage table. “Stand right here and we will get you dressed slave and then we will get going.” She says as she reached for an item on the table. Her slave looks at the things laid out in front of him, he notices some familiar stuff. First, he sees his polished black leather collar, the one with the big chrome buckle with the nice chrome loop up front with the tag hanging from it with the word “Slave” engraved on it. Next to the collar sits the matching wrist and ankle cuffs. One of Mistress Lynn's favorite pink flogger is present as well. Laying across the table was an additional item, A thick black leather harness that straps around the waist of a slave. On the harness, there’s several little loops and by the look of it he knew it is used for restraining a slave. Of course, Mistress Lynn never takes him anywhere without his jewelry, his shiny silver pair of clover nipple clamps is there, and last of all there is a parcel wrapped with a ribbon and a bow is on the table. Mistress Lynn is sitting on her throne and orders him to put everything on but do not touch the box. He does as he is told and put everything on in a timely matter, making sure that all the buckles are fastened, and all padlocks snapped in place. Mistress Lynn stands up smiling at him as he stands there on display for her. She approaches him and without saying a word she produces two more padlocks and proceeds to bind his wrist to his sides by locking his wrist to the harness. Mistress Lynn then picks up the flogger and walks behind him. She swings the flogger 5 times, allowing the lashes to wickedly caress his ass cheeks, causing him to flinch and lose his breath as she inspects to see that everything is securely fasten. She puts the flogger back on the table and says to him, “slave now I have a present for you pet.” And she lifts the lid of the box and pulls out a brand-new bridle, a set of reins and a butt plug with a long red tail protruding out of it.

In an instant, it became clear to him, the food for breakfast, the reference to no clothing and now this new gear. Mistress Lynn has plans to have him become a horse for her today, “but where is she taking him.” He wonders to himself. “Come closer pet and we will get your new bridle fitted on you and I will explain to you what is going on.” Mistress Lynn comments with smile. Doing as he is told he steps forward as ordered, but as Mistress Lynn starts to put the harness in place over his head, he pulls his head to the side trying to resist. In a flash, he could see by the look on Mistress Lynn’s face she was not pleased with him. She puts the bridle back on the table and turns back to him and grab both of his nipples and twist them. The bolt of pain shot through him like a lightning bolt. His knees buckled and his breath escaped from his lungs. He returned to standing straight as fast as he could so Mistress Lynn would not get any madder at him. As she has a firm grip on his nipples, she says to him “slave don’t piss me off now you little fuck. There is a place we need to be, so dam it, do not waste my fucking time.”  After several punishing twists on his poor throbbing nipples, she then gives him a direction “Now let’s get this thing on you slave.” With that said, she releases his nipples and picks up the bridle again. This time he bows his head willingly and Mistress Lynn drapes the harness over his head, slipping the bit into his mouth and securing the buckles. “Good boy, now that’s a good little pony.” Mistress says pleasingly for his new found obedience. 

As Mistress Lynn finishes with the last buckle and begins attaching the reins, she starts to explain “You see slave I have always wanted a pony boy to play with, but I waited these pasts few years to see if you were the right slave to be my pony. I am happy to say that while I was training you, that you more than proved that you would make a great pony. Slave, and today is the day we start your new training.” With the second rein snapped on, Mistress gives a good yank down to see if everything is securely on. “How does that feel pet?” she questions. He nods his head up and down and make a feeble attempt to say fine Mistress with the bit in his mouth. “Good now let me have a look at you.” Mistress Lynn says as she starts her inspection. “OH! Well that just won’t do, no pony would ever let itself be seen out in public without its tail.” Mistress Lynn grins as she holds up the butt plug with the tail attached to it and a bottle of lube and gestures to a bench for her slave to lean over. He reluctantly walks over to the table that has gestured to and leans over it. As soon as he assumes the position, Mistress Lynn starts applying the lube all over and around, and in his ass. The attention being given to his ass was getting him all turned on. He could feel his cock trying to grow and break through his dam cage. Mistress Lynn is amused by his little predicament as starts to insert the butt plug into his asshole. Even though he has been Mistress Lynn’s slave for over 3 years, and he has worn butt plugs before, He still hated them with a passion. Mistress knows this and uses the plugs to remind him that he is her slave and she can do to with him as she wishes. With having his new tail now on and in full display, Mistress attaches the last item of today’s wardrobe, his nipple clamps, she rubs and pinches the nipples to make them erect and when they are just right. Mistress stretches his nipples out from his chest and clips the clamps on. His reaction is always the same, as soon as the jaws of the clamps sink in there is a charge of electricity that race through his body from the pain. He is also aroused by the pain and feels it in his balls. Mistress knows and likes what the clamps does to him, so she always teases him by playing with them for a bit. Mistress Lynn takes a step back and admires her handy work, smiles and says “Ok slave, I have found this great little place online where we are able to play and train you in your new role as my little slave pony. It’s only a couple of hours away on the highway. I figure since it is a nice sunny day, I could drive us there in the convertible". A silent groan goes through his brain as he contemplates the idea of spending the next few hours flashing other drivers out on the highway. Mistress picks up one of her crops, and with a couple of flicks on his thighs, she then says, “Giddy up boy.” Then leading him by his reins they leave the den and head towards the garage. As she opens the door to the garage, he is left wondering what’s to come.

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What Does A Slave Do At Ten Thousand

that's easy, a great big THANK YOU is what's in order for today. On this day February 07, 2019 my blog has reached 10 000, that's ten thousand-page views. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would reach this many view’s. I was flabbergasted way back when I reached a thousand views let alone ten thousand views. A blog that started out as a method to report to my then owner my exploits as her slave for the week that had just pasted and to receive new orders for the week to come. Back

then I didn't even follow the page stats. Who would read what I might be writing About? That would have been what I might say if asked then. Ten Thousand-page views later and some ninety posts later. I find myself saying "WOW" and of course "thank you" for your viewing support.

As for the future, I will continue to work on fictional stories. It is a way for me to escape into my love of the BDSM scene. I also hope that there will be articles once again of me serving and being trained again, before I reach twenty thousand views. Who knows just maybe I will find a RL Mistress to serve, and I will be required to post updates on my training, and the punishments that she might subject me to. That would be a fantasy come to life that I would love writing about. Only time and page views will tell what will happen to me though.

In recognition of ten thousand-page views. If anyone would like to have a task completed by me. Feel free to comment and leave me your orders. I will try my best to fulfill them and write a post about doing it.

So once again thank you for helping me reach 10 000 views and here is to many thousands more.

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As an added gift for reaching 10 000 views. I am posting the newest chapter of the "Whoa Boy" series. Just follow the link below.

https://slaveallan68.blogspot.com/2019/02/who-boy-part-4.html

Serving Mistress Alice Part 3

Mistress Alice

"Mistress, slave Allan is..."

"Hush and come with me." She interrupts me roughly. I fear that she is still upset with me from earlier. We go into the living room and Mistress Scarlet sits on the soft couch extending her booted leg to me kneeling at her feet. This has become sort of a ritual lately, me kneeling on the carpet before her sliding the zipper down on her boots and taking them off. I know Mistress Scarlet doesn't like to wear high heels all that much, what woman does? I decide to massage her left foot, maybe I'm still in time to be forgiven. Mistress lays back on the sofa with a small relaxed moan.

"Thomas is a real piece of shit! I shouldn't be telling you this, but today he is really aggravating me." Mistress says letting go. It is uncommon for me to hear Mistress complain about Master Thomas. So, letting her continue I listen quietly as I massage her feet.

"Why are men so darn stupid?" They do the same stupid mistakes all the time?" asked Mistress Scarlet. "Obviously, I wasn't asking you to answer that slave. You can remain silent Alice and just listen." Mistress says. "...and that fucking cunt!" Mistress Scarlet retorts. "She never loses a chance to be with him." It is apparent to me that whatever is upsetting Mistress, it’s making her very angry. This situation is not good for Mistress, but maybe after she leaves off some steam, Mistress will feel a bit better. I just remain quiet and move my hands to her other leg to peel the other boot off. The site of having both of Mistress's legs bare makes me happy, and I hope for my sake that Mistress find it quite pleasurable too.......

The fucking cunt that Mistress is so mad at must be Helena. A blond Russian lady that used to be Master Thomas's girlfriend for a short time before he met Mistress Scarlet. Form what I know about her is that she is very dominant, demanding and cruel. Her slaves are always silent and have a sort of sad look about them. I have seen the marks of being punished on their naked and exposed skin. Which is not hard to see since they are rarely permitted to wear clothes.

"Mistress?" I ask for permission to speak.

"Is our slave caged yet?" Mistress askes ignoring me altogether

"Yes, Mistress. He is in his cage and ready for me to start with the main rules lesson." I answer confidently

"Good girl." Mistress smiles and praises me.

"Thank you, Mistress," I reply as I continue moving up her calf hoping she will take pity on me for my earlier transgression at the slave auction.

"Mistress, I thought you told me that slave Allan is here 24/7 for one year but..." I start to ask

"Yes, it is." She replies referring to Allan as a thing and not a person.

"But it still doesn't know it yet." Mistress smirks as she continues. "And it is your job as my apprentice to convince your slave that being here 24/7, to serve us is a good idea," Mistress informs me. Then after stopping for a moment, she continues. "Convincing our slave to sign a slave contract is your next challenge as my slave.  Yes, that's right Alice all this is a task for you dear. I want you to remember that you are still my slave, and you still serve me. Furthermore, I want you to understand my slave if you fail to get me a signed slave contract. There will be dire consequences for you my young lady. Do you understand slave."

Realizing just how much is on the line. I reply "Oh yes Mistress. I

completely understand Mistress. I will not fail you, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress."

"Good! Now I want you to do your best to free your Mistress's mind from that whore Helena." Mistress suggests opening the firsts couple of buttons on her white blouse. "Oh, and Alice," says Mistress. "I have not forgotten about your earlier slip up at the auction." I hold my breath as I fear what she will say next. "So, slave first you are going to help me get out of these clothes. You, on the other hand, will remain dressed. You have not earned the right to feel my silky skin pressed next to yours. Once I am conformable, slave. You will put your blindfold on and cuff your hands behind your back. You have lost both of your privileges of seeing me naked and being able to run your hands over my body. You will be using nothing but that beautiful mouth and tongue of yours to please me." The idea of not being able to fondle or see Mistress is bad in itself but being forced to remain dressed so I can't feel her skin pressed next to mine is very dishearten. Not wanting to keep Mistress waiting, I move

between her legs and lay my chest softly on her lap. I take it upon myself to finish unbuttoning her blouse, then helping her slip out of it, being mindful not to touch her delicate skin with my hands.

"Aww!" exclaims Mistress. "It feels so good to be free of that blouse.

Sadly, pet that is all you get to see. Now be a good girl and fetch

your blindfold and cuffs out of the end table please."

Standing after taking a second to admire Mistress, I turn and fetch the items from the end table's drawer. Grabbing the blindfold and cuffs and closing the table's drawer, I turn to look back at Mistress sitting on the sofa. Figuring that Mistress would grow impatient with me, I returned to my place on my knee between her feet. "Very good pet." praises Mistress," Now, if you will be so kind and please hurry up and put those things on. I'm in dire need of your tongue.

"Oh, yes Mistress!" I reply, followed by "I am sorry Mistress." as I pull

the blindfold on over my head, and fixing it so all light is blocked out,

leaving me completely in the dark. The sound of the handcuffs ratcheting around my left wrist came next, quickly followed by the process of putting my hands behind my back and clasping the bracelet around my right wrist with some fumbling. But the sound of the second cuff locking shut around my other wrist was still heard none the less.

" How delightful you look slave." Mistress complements me. "Now help me get out of the rest of these dreadful clothes." she orders "I do not wish to be restrained in these garments any longer. Unlike you my pet, I get to be free and able to watch you at work slave." taunts Mistress. She then orders me to stand up, which proves to be embarrassing. I find myself planting my face in her cleavage because of my hands being tied, plus I needed the leverage to move my leg to stand. But instead of scolding me, Mistress pushes my face deeper between her tits. As I fight for a breath, I can't help but inhale Mistress intoxicating perfume, which smells divine. But after a few moments of smothering me, Mistress release my head and orders me to stand. I must have been a site to be seen. My blouse being ruffled, and the hem of my skirts riding up my legs, and the blindfold all askew. Mistress leaves me that way except for the blindfold. Which Mistress straightens out, once she is back on her feet, putting me in the dark again. Once total blinded again, Mistress orders her bra removed. This should be fun to try and do without hands or sight. My only saving grace is that Mistress is wearing a strapless bra. So once again I smother my face back into her chest using my tongue and teeth trying to grab a piece of fabric to pull downwards. "Ha, Ha, Ha!" Mistress squeals in delight. "Alice! That tickles," she says as she laughs. I soon work out a pattern of grabbing material with my teeth, pulling down, and stealing a quick lick before moving and starting again. I was sure Mistress would say something about the repeated self-indulging licking, but she did not. I did the same thing again and again all around her upper body until getting the material across her belly, and down to her waist. As I cross the material of Mistress's skirt and stretching the fabric over her hips. I replaced the licks with gentle kisses until clearing the hem of the skirt, and the bra falls effortlessly to the floor. I was grateful when Mistress the just steps out of the bra and kicks it to the side.

Panting I now focus my effort on her short tight black leather skirt. With my sight still denied, I walk on my knees until my face is firmly in front of Mistress's ass. Just like Mistress's breast, I want to bury my face into her crack. But I feel that Mistress might disapprove to me having too many treats. Plus, it has been a long time since Mistress has used the crop on me, and I did not want to endanger that good fortune. So, I gingerly use my teeth to grab her waistband and using my tongue I try to push the button through the buttonhole. It to several attempts to finally do it, but I finally got that button out. The zipper presents more of a challenge making me flick, and lick, with my tongue. with my face pressed into Mistress's ass try to catch the end. Mistress didn't protest to my face's being there. So, I continue to inhale her scent until I manage to bite onto and pull the zipper down. After that a few gentle tugs and biting at the hem of her skirt which is rewardingly at her thigh. Oh, how I love Mistress's legs. They smell so good and having my face so closes to those tone bare legs is a treat. It's just too bad that I can't see them. With a gentle bite   I pull the garment over her hips, where it fell without effort to the floor. Leaving Mistress in her black thong. I had hoped that her panties would put up a bit of a fight, forcing me to bury my face into her clit, but sadly they offer no resistance at all.

"Sighs!" Mistress exhales as she takes her seat once more on the sofa. Then spreading her legs Mistress says with a smile. "Come, Alice, you know what Mistress likes." I do know how to please my Mistress, I know just how sensitive her nipples are. The right one is more sensitive than the left. I know how she likes to have my hair brushing over her chest, as my tongue flicks, laps and lick at each lush nip. Still being on my knee I shuffle back between her legs to begin her command. I want so much to rest my arms on her thighs, but obviously, my binding is preventing it. So, I extend my tongue and take aim at Mistress's most sensitive tip. I start my assault with a long, slow tantalizing circle around the right tip, followed with a few playful nips. All the while making sure my hair is brushing haphazardly over her entire chest. My endeavors are rewarded when Mistress moans "OOOOOOOOOOH F..K.

"Porco Cazzo! Porco Cazzo! Porco Cazzo!" I curse as I walk back to find my slave. "Why the hell did I question Mistress at the auction by hesitating?" I asked myself. I thought I got off easy with my punishment. What a fool I am to think that pleasing Mistress with my tongue would be all I get.

"A dominant never hesitate." is how Mistress started my scolding after I finished pleasing her with my tongue. "An Owner is always in charge. Hesitating shows weakness, hesitating is what a slave would do. And since you chose to hesitate Alice. You will be punished some more like a slave. After spending some time with your own slave, Allan" she said. " I am going to remind you tonight what it is like to be a slave again Alice. I have grown fond of you Alice and in doing so I have been going easy on you. But tonight, when it is time to retire for the night, I will be tying your arms and legs to the four bedposts. Then, Alice, you will be spending the night wearing your biggest butt plug, blindfolded and your clit will spend the night cuddled up to Mr. Hitachi." she said. "A whole night of nonstop stimulation, that's hard to do. My pussy will be sore for a week" I pondered to myself. It has been more than a year since Mistress Scarlet has done anything like this to me. "Porco Cazzo" why did I hesitate.

I find Slave Allan in his cage almost in the same position as I left him.

"Time to learn the rules of the house, slave," I announce getting into the room. I want him to be sure that he has a safe place, but this doesn't mean it's his own place, he is a slave, and as such he has no privacy, nobody will be knocking before entering. Like me, slave Allan has a room of his own, but he is there only because Master and Mistress don't want to share their place with him. I open the cage and point my finger at the carpet in front of the television set. Obediently Allan crawls to the point I indicate and stops and watch me for my next command. 

"Good puppy," I said patting his head. "There is something I want you to see, pet," I say as I lock his wrists to his ankles behind his back. I then run a video from a USB stick and have it appear on the television. The video starts with a swirling spiral spinning on the screen. In the beginning, you don't understand, then some flashing subliminal messages become more and more evident on the screen.

I prepared this video myself several weeks ago, to trance my roommate Jane and her girlfriend Sofia. I modified a video that Master Thomas had shown me at the beginning of my D/s experience. Master tried to hypnotize me using this video, but he didn't succeed. After that, I told him that he didn't need to hypnotize me because I've always had fantasies about submission and obedience since I was a young girl. 

From time to time, Master, and Mistress and I played that they hypnotize me again, and I pretend to be their hypnotized sex-slave. I found the game very arousing, and I always like when they wanted to play this scenario of submission with me. Sometimes Master takes the game a little further, often it happens that part of my commands is to serve one or so of Master's friends. I have had to accompany many rich men to some seminar or meeting. I feel like an escort and very often these men are very generous to me, most of them are also handsome and I wonder if Master knows how I enjoy having to be their sex slave. Surely Master knows how arousing it is for me to be controlled and dominated.

Allan's eyes are fighting to stay open now. He is falling into a light trance and the subliminal messages are already working on his subconscious. His cock is pulsing harder and harder each turn of the spiral, being aroused is part of the subliminal suggestions. "Relax, slave, learn your rules. As soon as you learn them you will find out how easy these rules are to obeyed." I whisper behind him massaging his temples. 

With Jane and Sofia, it was even easier. I told them that the video was wonderful for stress relief, I asked them to watch it every night for one week. It was funny to find them into a deep trance half naked masturbating still watching the video on repeat mode the first night I got home. The arousing and pleasuring side is very important because the subconscious associates the pleasure and the submission to the deepening desire to feel this sensation again and again. 

Master Thomas was very happy when I sent him pictures of my tranced subjects, but I feel much happier, with the knowledge that I have two perfect slaves who take care of all my needs in the apartment. Master thinks that I should suggest to Sofia, that it would be very exciting to be helping me with the escort job. Master is normally always right, so I will ask Sofia to try the experience soon.

"Allan, keep your eyes closed now, but keep seeing the spiral swirling in your mind as I tell you some very important things you need to learn." I start my suggestion.

" four... five... fully awake, slave," I say after half hour of suggestions.

"Mistress," he says opening his eyes "Yes, slave." I allow him to speak

"I wonder if Mistress Scarlet and Master Thomas would like to have me as

their 24/7 slave." He tells me. "And your job, and your fish. What would you do with them?" I inquiry.

"Well, I think I can leave my job, and I could do some maintenance or even work as a maid here for Master Thomas and Mistress Scarlet, and of course you, Mistress." he says. "I don't know, we can ask,” I say not convinced. "Maybe your fish would be happy here too," I conclude. "Yes, Mistress. It is very beautiful here, and my fish will be happy here too" he says enthusiastically about the idea. I free his hands and I show him a contract on the table.

"I prepared a contract for you to declare your limits. Read them and copy

the limits you accept and the one you don't accept on to a new contract. Pledging 24/7 slavery for the next year, submitting to your owner's every command. Be detailed on your limits in order to let your owners know what they can or cannot do to you." 

I leave with him writing. I'm curious to read his choices. Master Thomas will be coming soon. I better prepare for him. I go to my room and get from my drawer something sexy. This new experience is very exciting, and I must find a way to satisfy my Master tonight, to thank him for the gift of a slave, and for the showing me the faith he has in me to train a slave. 

I adjust my lingerie and lock the collar Master gave me around my neck, followed by opening the box of butt plugs. I start oiling the number four plug. If my master decides to fuck me, I must consider that I'm on my period and my side B side must be ready to use. I hear voices, Master is not alone, I hear another male voice. Mistress is never happy when he invites other women to the house without her knowing.

"Good evening Master." I greet him. "Bring us a drink, slave. By the way this Roger. You will call him sir." Master says as he invites his guest into the living room. Roger is a good friend of Master, I know he likes me, and his gaze at my cleavage confirms my opinion. I go preparing a couple of Martini smiling to myself knowing that before long I will be spending the evening as their sex-slave. 

But even with the wonderful thought of being Master and Rogers fuck toy. I can't shake the image of me spending the night alone tied to the bed in the dark with Mistress's vibrator forcing countless orgasms from me. It could be worse I guess, Mistress could have had me penetrated all night with one of her evil fucking machines. "Porco Cazzo!" I swear once more under my breath as I put a smile on my face and prepare to return to Master and his friend.

slave allan:

"Dam I need to stretch," I said to myself. I have no idea how long I've been locked in this thing. The cage is big enough for some movement but not long enough to lay flat out. I believe that is what the designer of the cage had in mind when they built it. The bars are close enough that I can't put any of my limbs through them. So, no matter how I move within the cage there is always some part of my body in a bent position. I am also having another problem. I am so fucking horny it is driving me nuts. On the way here, Mistress Alice asked if I wanted a drink. She gave me a bottle of water, but I am wondering if she might have slipped something into it. My cock started pulsing shortly after Alice left and hasn't stopped. If anything, I think it is pulsing harder. I just want to grab my cock and jerk off. But I was warned that Mistress Scarlet gets extreme pleasure from severely punishing a slave that has cum without permission. So, I fight to keep my hands off, but the urge to cum is getting greater. So, when you opened the door, I had a sense of relief that you would let me cum.

​Any thought of cumming disappear when I was ordered out of the cage and made to crawl to a spot in front of the TV. Again, you ordered me onto my knees followed by tying my wrist to my ankle again. I knew no relief for my cock was coming.  Time to learn the rules you had said, well in my current predicament I had little choice but listen. I feel a bit ridiculous being the only naked person and in a state of vulnerability, being all tied up with my cock pounding and dancing around. 

You must be amused by my situation judging by the grin on your face. "Ok let's get you started." I hear you say as you turn on the TV and insert something into it. The screen immediately jumps to life and is filled with many colored lines spinning clockwise in a circle, drawing my eyes to the center. I hear you telling me to stare at the spiral and not to look away, and that everything will be clearer shortly. The spiral had me transfixed even before you finished your statement. I feel safe locked in the spiral” 

I tried a few times to resist watching but it was no use I had to watch the screen. I was the fly caught in the spider's web and there is no chance of escape. The first thing I noticed embedded in the spiral was the phrase "SLAVE OBEY" It repeated several times over and over. Then as the phrase flashed again, I heard your hypnotic voice coming from the speaker ordering me to slip into a trance and go deep every time I hear you or Mistress Scarlet say, Slave Obey.  

Eventually, I cannot keep my eyes open any longer, so I leave them close. I am no longer aware of my surroundings, the room the house my life before today all faded away.  In my mind I see you walking a circle around me. I am still tied and naked. You're holding a crop and lightly flicking me with it as you walk around me. I still hear the Slave Obey command being repeated, but it is now accompanied by a suggestion that I want to give up my old life and become a 24\7 slave to you and Mistress Scarlet. You tell me that the only way to feel great pleasure again is to become your 24\7 slave. 

Then another order starts to be drilled into me, and this one I try to resist without success. You tell me that whenever my hands are free, I must edge myself to the brink of cumming for 15 minutes every other hour. Furthermore, you tell me that no matter how often or how hard I stroke my cock, I will not be able to cum unless you or Mistress Scarlet gives me permission to release. This is my new law and I cannot break it. I do not know how long you have kept me under drilling your suggestion into my head. But I finally hear that you will count me back up out of the trance and when you reach 5, I will be fully awake. "5" My eyes flicker open.

I am bewildered for a moment. I notice that I am no longer tied-up. I am still naked and kneeling, but my hands are resting on the exposed flesh of my thigh. The TV is off, and you are sitting comfortably on the sofa. I can't help but notice the beauty of your silky soft legs as they lay lazily over the edge of the sofa. I also find myself memorized by your feet and shoes. I never took much notice of feet before, but I find that I cannot take my eyes off of yours. "How are you Allan?" you ask.

Replying I say, "I'm confused Mistress Alice." as I turn my gaze to my wrist for a moment. "I do not remember being untied or the TV, being turned off, or what time of day it is." You laugh and tell me not to worry about the time. As a slave time doesn't matter to me. I will do what is asked of me regardless of what part of the day it is. I then tell you "Mistress Alice. I can't understand why but I want to become your and Mistress Scarlets 24/7 slave. Do you think Master Thomas would approve of it?" "But you have a job, an apartment, and a fish." you remind me. "I could leave my job and earn my keep by doing task here. I am good with tools, or I can be a chauffeur. I would even dress in a French maid uniform and clean the house if it helps me become a 24/7 slave. It would also ensure that I am around whenever Mistress Scarlet wants to torment me."

"Mistress Scarlet will not torment you. She will be torturing you endlessly. I guarantee you will be begging her for mercy." you tell me. "And your apartment and fish?" you ask.

 "I can give up the apartment." I say, " and if I am allowed my fish would be happy here too." I see you nodding your head up and down, but you still don't look convinced. You point to some papers on the table and ask if I am willing to sign it. Standing up I walk over to the table and read the title. "Slave Contract for 24/7 service to Mistress Scarlet and Master Thomas and trained by Mistress Alice," I ask for permission to sit which you give. I read through the contract completely. It mirrored the one I signed for the club. There was also a multiple-choice limit list to fill out, which I read carefully before checking the appropriate boxes. Finally, with a quick pen stroke, I signed both pages and put the pen down sealing my fate.

The smile on your face indicates to me that you're pleased. You then point to a spot on the floor in front of you and tell me to kneel there. Not hesitating I take up my spot on my knees. You tell me it is time to earn my keep as your slave and that you what me to kiss your shoes.  I oblige and reach to lift your foot and raise it to my waiting lips. This earns me a whack on both nipples with your crop. As I grimace in pain you say "tsk, tsk, tsk. Did I say you could use your hands? Now do it right and use your mouth only. Or I will be forced to tie your hands again. Do you understand slave?"

"Yes," I reply. Once again, I am rewarded with whacks to my nipples. "Yes what?" you ask sounding menacing. I stare at you dumbfoundedly for a moment until the light goes off in my head.

 "Yes, Mistress" I reply. You give me your nodding approval and tell me to get started. I bend over to reach your beautiful demur feet. Starting with your left foot I pucker my lips and softly kiss the souls of your shoe. I started with the soul because the top of your shoes is mere straps holding the soul to your foot. Plus, you did not give me permission to touch your skin. Over and over I kiss the bottom of your foot covering the surface with a kiss. You keep me off balance though, by rubbing the crop over my back and ass as I kiss your shoes. A short while later you order me to do the same thing to the other foot. This kissing interlude is then followed by me being told to kneel up straight again.  

You then extend your heavenly shaped leg and place your high heel in front of my mouth. "I want you to suck my heel slave. I want you to think that you're giving it a blow job. I want you to make it look convincing, and I better see your head bobbing up and down." Not having any experience giving blow jobs I fall back on the porn I've watched. I start by extending my tongue and flickering it around and over the tip of the heal like that of a porn star with her tongue on the head of a cock. 

I follow this with long slow licks around the surface of the heel, from the base of the shoe to the tip of the heel. After the light teasing licking, I wrap my lips around the heel and slowly pushing my head down taking the entire heel in my mouth. And just like the stars of the porn movies you hear gasping gulping noises coming from me. As I got used to the motion and the feeling of the heel tickling the back of my mouth. I picked up the tempo. 

Every once and awhile I would make eye contact with you to see if you're pleased. Your smile urged me to keep going. I worked licking, swallowing and gulping on that heel for at least thirty minutes before you tell me to switch foot. I repeat the method again on that heel. 

Thirty minutes later you take your free foot and put your toe on my forehead and gently push me back on to my knees. "did you like that slave?" you ask. 

I nod my head yes saying " Yes Mistress,"  "Would you like to feel my skin with your kisses?" you ask. I greedily shake my head up and down with my eyes glimmering and say, "Yes Mistress." 

"Well you can't slave." you laugh. My heart slumps some. "But I can leave you in on a secret," you say. "Do you want to hear it?" you ask. Of course, I nod my head and say, "yes". You go on to tell me that you had hypnotized me earlier and that now you truly controlled both my mind and body. The look on my face must have said ya right. I don't believe you, because you then ask if I need proof. Again, I shake my head up and down indicating I wanted her to. 

"Alright then," you say. "Slave Obey" I feel myself go stiff and say, "Yes Mistress." everything evaporates from my head and I look blankly forward. Then you say to me 

"Slave you are in a trance now. You will remember this trance. You will realize that I do have complete control of you. There is no escape, you are a slave and you will obey. But before you come out of the trance, I have another show for you to watch. So, take your spot kneeling in front of the TV." 

Without hesitation, I obey and take my place. I feel you once again trying my wrist to my ankles. Then you tell me that you must return to Mistress Scarlet and Master Thomas now. I am to remain where I am and watch the TV. You then tell me that this video will introduce me to my rules. You walk to the table and retrieve the contract. You hold it up saying that you should get a reward for delivering it to Mistress Scarlet and Master Thomas. Then just before leaving you to point the remote at the TV and turn it on. Once you see the spiral appear you leave and close the door. This time as my eyes are drawn to the center of the screen I read "Your Rules" flashing over and over, followed shortly thereafter by your voice saying, "Rule number one........"​

To read part four: Part four page 1

To read part one: https://slaveallan68.blogspot.com/2018/10/synopsis-alice-is-owned-by-rich.html

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