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Chapter 1 {F/F/M ds bd mc span humil tg}
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I am sitting at a vintage dusty computer writing this.
 Not knowing and not expecting that anybody will ever
read it.  There is no phone connection, cable modem or
any way that I can send it to the real world.  The
real world, my life, seems a distant and strange dream
now.  Perhaps that is the main reason I am writing, so
that I am reminded of who I was.  If the yellowing
papers here are to be believed it has been several
months since I was Johnny Brain, reasonable hacker and
student.

It began when my door suddenly burst open to reveal
several FBI agents and I was hauled off in handcuffs
protesting my innocence of everything to
god-knows-where.  All my things were taken from me,
even my name.  I was prisoner 1337, which must have
been the idea someone who knows a little hacker slang,
or destinies sick joke.  I wore a thin cotton suit, no
shoes or socks.  I could not shower for days.  There
was little and poor food.

The days passed as I was ruthlessly interrogated about
my terrorist links.  I thought this was all a joke,
and at first calmly, then angrily, then despairingly
asked for a phone call, a lawyer, any contact with the
outside world.  These were all denied because I was a
dangerous terrorist, and the meaningless questions
continued.  I did not know how to answer, and tried
everything from simple don't knows, outright angry
denial, appeals to reason and sullen silence.  Nothing
made any difference, until I offered to show them the
encrypted files on my PC.  Even admitting to pirated
mp3s and warez were better then the impossible
situation I was in.

The sight of my PC after such a long time was a shock.
 The first tangible link to the real world I had seen
in weeks.  I trembled slightly as I sat down at the
keyboard and opened the locked files.  I was
immediately pushed out of the way as a federal agent
started opening the documents that had been hidden. 
To my total surprise and absolute horror the documents
they paged through were densely scientific material
about nuclear isotopes, chemical pre-cursors and
biological agents.

Needless to say the questioning continued un-abated
about my links to Osama bin-Laden, al-Queda and
Islamic Jihad.  I had no way of answering and
despaired of proving I did not know how the documents
came to be on my machine.  After what seemed like
several weeks of this, the questioning stopped.  In a
way I missed the contact because I was left in the
white walled cell for hours without a soul to talk to.
 I lost all sense of time in the continuous white
fluorescent light.  Exercise was an hour a day walking
round a larger white painted room.  Meals were still
poor and meagre.  I lost a lot of weight.  Nobody
answered my questions.

The routine suddenly changed when I was summoned to
meet someone.  Just the relief of interacting with
another person put a spring in my step.  I was shown
to the ubiquitous interview room.  Sitting in the only
chair behind a desk was a woman.  I'll describe her in
a little more detail because she is the principle
player in the remainder of this tale.  She was of
moderate height.  Her figure in the tightly tailored
suit was good, she was reasonably buxom.  She had
straight long peroxide blond hair.  Strong dark
eyebrows, long sensuous lashes, and crystal clear blue
eyes.  I judged her to be in her early forties.

For the first time in an age I heard a voice as the
guard introduced me
	"1337.  This is your lawyer.  Miss Anne Green."
She regarded me impassively.
After such a long time without talking my mouth was
dry.  My voice caught in my throat as I muttered,
	".Er. Hi"
The guard immediately interrupted.
	"1337.  You will call her Miss Green.  Do not talk
except to answer her questions."
She had held eye contact the whole time, and smiled
slightly as the guard said this.  The first thing she
said to me surprised me a lot.
	"Remove your clothing 1337."
This was the last thing I had expected to hear and did
not understand exactly what she wanted.
	"You want me to do ... what?" I stumbled out.  The
guard quickly corrected me.
	"1337.  Remove you clothing.  Do not talk."
I did not really think, and took off the dirty white
jacket.  Looking briefly round for somewhere to put
the jacket, I let it fall to the floor.  Then I
removed the pants so I stood before Miss Green in only
grimy underpants.
	"That'll do," she said.  "Put your hands on your head
and turn around on the spot, slowly".
Without thinking I did as she asked.  Not knowing if I
should stop I continued to rotate under the gaze of
the clear blue eyes.  The strange incident finished
without another word from Miss Anne Green, and I was
returned to my cell.  I did not know what to make of
the inspection except that perhaps it was to check
that I had not been physically abused.

The mind numbing routine continued for several more
days until there was another visit from my lawyer. 
Again it was the same interview room, the same desk
and the same emotionless eyes.  She started with the
request that I remove my clothing, and I did so, and
then I was to stand with my hands on my head before
the desk.
	"1337" she called me. "Your situation is this.  You
have been tried for treason, among many other grave
and serious charges.  I argued for your innocence but
the tribunal has found you guilty on all charges.  You
are to be held here in isolation for the rest of your
life.  It is pointless to argue, I tried everything
and anything I cold think of."
Her word devastated me.  I almost fainted, but the
uncomfortable position of keeping my hands on my head
stopped me from losing consciousness.
	"However," she continued.  "I have made a very
special deal for you.  You will be released under my
cognisance to live and work in my home, though
allowing the Federal authorities access to question
you at any time.  What do you say?"

It was an easy decision.
	"Sure, yes, of course..." My initial attempts at
putting my thoughts in order were immediately
interrupted.
	"You will continue to address me as Miss Green.  I
see no reason to wait.  Let us go to my car now."
I bent to retrieve my clothes, but she quickly stopped
me.
	"Leave those here," And with a gesture to the guard
led the way from the interview room, with me dressed
only in briefs following her.

The night was cold and the sky clear and black.  I had
not seen the sky for a long time and the sharp points
of the stars were breathtakingly beautiful.  Miss
Green's car was waiting, a long black sleek BMW.  Her
driver got out to open the rear door for her.  On
closer inspection, the driver turned out to be a
pretty oriental woman with a long black ponytail, a
slim figure and dark eyes.  Miss Green directed me
	"You sit in the front next to Benny.  He is a bit
ripe Benny, but he can clean up back home."
So I said goodbye to the Federal detention centre and
set out in a black German muscle machine under a cold
clear sky.  The journey took a couple of hours, over
minor back roads.  I saw few other vehicles, but it
was a blessing just to take in the moon lit trees and
natural surroundings.

We finally arrived at a very grandiose mansion,
brightly lit at the front, but spreading a very great
distance off into the shadowy tress on either side. 
Miss Green led me through the enormous foyer, into
what was obviously her office.  The desk was massive,
and the walls lined with books.  Benny the driver
followed us in and perched in a patent leather
armchair against the wall.  I looked round for another
chair, but before I could choose the chair that looked
comfortable close to a real warming log fire, Miss
Green pointed to a spot in front of her desk.
	"Stand there" she orders me, and I obey.  "Hands on
your head" she continues, and I do her bidding
self-consciously.  "Good" she says as she smiles at
me.
	"Well, 1337, welcome to your new life.  There are
very many details of how you are going to work for me
that will be explained to you over the time you are
here.  Hopefully you are a quick learner?"  She smiles
at me.
	"Yes, Anne ... er ... Miss Green" I reply to her
question.
	"Good." She says, and I smile as out eyes meet.  Her
smile grows broader.  "Let me explain a little what
you are going to do.  It is easy to sum up your duties
in general as, 'male bondage sex slave'".
I don't know what to say to this extraordinary
statement.  With a puzzled frown I feel my smile
slipping as I try to digest this turn of events.
	"Let me make it clear" she continues.  "You are going
to do whatever I say, whenever I say, 24 hours a day,
7 days a week.  Some of which will be of a very
personal nature.  You will be punished if you disobey
or fail to satisfy me.  This is the essence of being
my slave.  Remember that the alternative, if you do
not want to serve me in this way is to return to your
solitary confinement at the Federal top security
establishment that I have, at great personal
sacrifice, paroled you.  At least nod your head if you
understand" she sounds slightly irate as she says
this.
Carefully, not knowing what to say, I nod.
	"Excellent" she says immediately and quickly smiles
at me.  A smile I cannot help but return.  "Benny will
see that you are cleaned up, fed, and then you'll be
brought here to learn some more!"

I follow Benny along many corridors and past many
doors until she shows me into a pleasant small
bedroom.  Not well furnished but bright, with a bed,
table, small wardrobe and an attached bathroom.  Benny
instructs me,
	"Clean yourself up, you'll find soap, a razor,
shampoo and a towel in the bathroom.  I'll bring you
some food and clothes."
	While Benny is in the room I take the chance to ask
her
	"Is she serious about this!"
	"Oh yes, absolutely" laughs Benny in a light husky
voice.
With that she leaves me alone to take the longest hot
shower I have ever taken.

I towel myself off and wrap it around my middle, a
sensible precaution as when I leave the shower, Benny
has already returned with a tray supporting a plate of
sandwiches and a tall glass of juice.  She is twirling
something around on her fingers, and I ask with my
mouth a little full.
	"What's that then?"
She smiles and hands me a clean pair of white briefs.
	"This is your costume!" she says with a smile.  I
half choke on the sandwich, which makes her laugh out
loud.  "You are a shy one for a sex slave," she
emphasizes, then laughs all the more as I go into the
bathroom to change.

After I finish the simple, sparse but good food, she
abruptly jumps up.
	"Well, obviously, this is your room" she informs me. 
"Mistress does not want to see us just yet, let me
show you the place to await her summons if you are not
doing anything else"
With that she leads off, and I have to scurry to keep
up with the twinkling heels of her high-heeled boots. 
She takes me to a large kitchen, and shows me a dim
storage room with racks of foods and bottles, some
bells on the wall with room names that I guess are the
way Miss Green summons her staff.  Also a couple of
stools, and amazingly, this dusty old PC.  "Wait here"
Benny tells me and leaves me alone, so I begin to
write this.

***

Well, I am back here on this computer after an
eventful evening.  I am now called 'Dick' and am just
beginning to get the idea of my new life as a male
bondage sex slave.  Even though I know nobody is going
to read this I am going to write it as a journal.

I was left alone for a while thinking about the
situation.  To be honest it was totally confusing, but
one thing seemed obvious to me.  There was no way I
wanted to return to the isolated, mind numbing
solitary existence at the Federal institution I was
previously held.  There were also several positive
aspects to the idea.  I didn't know exactly what
Mistress Green wanted me to do but it was
tantalizingly kinky, and I had as much of a sex drive
as any man.  Also, there was a possibility that if I
could gain her trust, I might find some way of
contacting my friends and family and overturning the
charges against me.  So when Mistress Benny returned
to collect me, I was ready to agree.

I skipped along after Mistress Benny as she returned
me to the study.  Happy to be clean, a little less
hungry than usual, and wearing clean clothes.  Once
again when we entered I stood in front of the desk
where Mistress Green was sitting while Mistress Benny
perched in another chair.  I put my hands on top of my
head without being asked which made Mistress Green
smile.
	"You do learn quickly don't you?  So what is your
decision?"
I smile back at her, and taking a deep breath tell
her.
	"Yes Miss Green.  I will gladly serve as your slave."
She clapped her hands smartly and leapt up from the
sitting position.
	"Great.  Now I want you to kneel down" and I did so.
She came round the corner of the desk to where I
kneeled.  She approached very closely so I could smell
her perfume.  Working from behind me I could feel her
place a collar round my neck and buckle it closed. 
She went back to sit behind her desk.

	"Now I want you to strip totally naked for me" she
tells me.  I am momentarily embarrassed though I had
obviously expected such an order.  In the brief time I
delay, her smile turns to a little frown and she
sighs.  I quickly divest myself of my pants so I am
standing naked in front of her, but she is still
frowning a little.
	"I don't think you quite understand your position
here 1337."  She tells me.  "When I give an order you
immediately and totally obey.  Is that clear?"  I nod
dumbly thinking this is more like a military sergeant
major than a Mistress.  "OK then," she says, now bend
down and touch your toes."  I quickly do so.

While I am bent over in this position I sense Mistress
Green stand up and walk round the desk.  The first
indication I have of what she is doing is when there
is a swish and crack as she swats my naked ass with a
ruler!
	"Ouch" I say, rather unimaginatively.  I think about
standing up but wisely stay in the same position until
she indicates I should.
	"1337.  This is what I mean about your existence. 
You obey or you are punished.  Is that clear?  Stand
up again."  With this order I straighten and look at
her again.
	"Er.  Yes Miss Green."  I stumble out a reply.
She continues to prowl around as she expounds the
following information.
	"1337 is a clumsy designation.  From now on, you'll
be known as Dick, because that is what you are, and
what you are for.  You will call me Mistress Green,
and it will always be the first thing out of your
mouth, and the last thing.  Whether you are replying
to a question, or begging me for a favour.  Is that
clear Dick?"
	"Yes ... errr ... Mistress Green, Yes.  Mistress
Green."
	"Good Dick, but you were a little slow there.  Touch
your toes."  And again the ruler is use to swat my
ass, twice this time, it was beginning to tingle a
little.  This slavery business could be quite painful.

When she had me standing again, she said it was time
to examine her new possession up close.  I was to
remain totally still.  She came and stood very close
behind me so I could almost feel the heat of her body
through her clothes against my skin.  Her perfume
again filled my nose, and her breath tickled my
shoulders.  Unconsciously I felt myself begin to get
an erection.  I blushed, realising that everybody was
watching this, but the tension probably made it worse.
 She came and stood in front of me, and I had to
suppress an embarrassed giggle.  She very obviously
looked down at my saluting cock and smiled.
	"You are going to have to learn to keep Dick under
control" she tells me.  "There are going to be times
when you are going to be praying that you can get an
erection, but there are times like now when it is
totally inappropriate."
I start to explain,
	"But, I mean, Mistress Green, I can't help it, it
just happens, you know?  ... Mistress Green."
She does not greet this outbreak well, and snarls at
me,
	"Down and touch your toes."  I quickly obey, and a
flurry of ruler strokes tans my ass until it is
hurting more than I expected.  I am a little
frightened by her outburst as she visibly struggles to
regain control.  The unexpected beating has
facilitated my erection going away.  Seeing this she
smiles again and gets me to stand up.

For the first time, she touches me, holding my flaccid
cock in one hand.  Such a personal touch seconds
earlier would have made him erect in no time, but now
I am a little embarrassed by the feeling.  After
holding my cock, and then massaging by balls, she runs
her hands over the rest of my body.  I start to relax
again and my treacherous cock again starts to stir.  I
try to remember the ruler on my ass and control him.

She goes and sits in another chair in the room, and
solicits the opinion of Mistress Benny.
	"So Benny, what do you think?" she asks.
Mistress Benny replies,
	"Mistress.  He is very sweet and deliciously shy" is
her first comment.  Then she continues with, "but he
does not understand his position with me very well yet
Mistress."
It is surprising to hear her refer to our Mistress and
I start to think she has the same status as me, but
then Mistress Green corrects the impression.
	"That is your first lesson Dick.  Consider everybody
your superior until you know otherwise.  Master or
Mistress as appropriate.  Benny here is my devoted
slave, such as you should aspire to become.  Treat
Benny as your Mistress Benny and obey her as you would
me.  She will not punish you unless it is by my
direction, but if she requests that you be punished in
some way then you can expect me to listen to her."

Mistress Green then continues with her second lesson.
	"There is a level of misbehaviour that I do not
directly prescribe a level of punishment.  For very
minor transgressions such as not referring to Mistress
Benny correctly, you will respond to a special phrase.
 That phrase is 'I am disappointed...' if you ever
hear that expression, you should immediately fall to
the floor, crawl towards me, and on your knees, beg
that you be spanked for the transgression.  Then I
will decide if I have the inclination, or perhaps
leave it until I can punish you for an accumulation of
your misdemeanours later.  Do you understand?"
I quickly reply, correctly this time,
	"Mistress Green, yes Mistress Green." though I am
just as quick to guess her next statement.

	"Very well then.  'I am disappointed' ... that you
chose to disrespect Mistress Benny."
I know exactly what I should do, and immediately drop
to the floor.  On the way crawling to Mistress Green's
feet I am struck by the incongruity of what I am
doing.  This seems so bizarre, like I am a kid again
with spanking as a punishment, but this is much better
than my incarcerated conditions before.  I start
thinking about what I should say, and as Mistress
Green's legs get closer begin to wonder about the sex
bit of being her slave.  Finally I am at her feet and
start my little speech.
	Mistress Green.  I am very sorry that I did not refer
to Mistress Benny correctly.  Please forgive me.  I
think you should spank me to punish me for my mistake
Mistress Green."  I am quite pleased with my humble
apology, but Mistress Green is less so.
	"Very well then.  I think you are going to have to be
a lot more imaginative and subservient the next time
you beg for a spanking, but this time, you'll get your
wish.  Come bend over my knee Dick."

I fold myself over her lap, my ass in the air.  I am
close to her again, and what with the thinking about
sex I realise that I am well on my way to an erection.
 Fortunately Mistress Green immediately dispels that
possibility.  Without any great rapidity, but with
surprising force she begins to spank me.  Quickly I
realise that this is not going to be a childhood
spanking as my bottom heats up and begins to sting
from the blows.  Several minutes later I am relieved
as she stops, I have to keep biting my lip to keep
from crying out.
	"Leave my lap now" she instructs me.  "Kneel at my
feet."  So I do so.  "Another part of the ritual is to
thank me for the punishment afterwards."
Clearing my throat I do so, blushing a little.
	"Mistress Green.  Thank you for punishing me. 
Mistress Green."

She informs me that again I lack a certain imagination
in the prolific and humble praise I should offer her
and continues,
	"And also Dick you forgot to thank me for the ruler
strokes.  Bend over and touch your toes."  I quickly
adopt the position, and as expected, she again smack
my sore ass with the ruler.
I tell her,
	"Mistress Green.  Thank you for the ruler spanking
Mistress Green."  I cannot think of anything else to
say.  Luckily she does not seem to want to pursue the
matter.

Then Mistress Green dismisses us for the evening
bidding us attend her the following day in 'room 12'.

***

There are many many rooms in this large mansion, but I
had Mistress Benny to show me the way to room 12 after
she brought me a small and simple breakfast.  I had
already showered and was ready for a new day as a
slave to Mistress Green, and I had put on the same
simple white briefs that I had been wearing the
previous day.

Room 12 turned out to be an enormous bathroom.  The
floors were white stone, and the walls and ceiling
were white too.  There were several cabinets on the
walls, several large wall length mirrors, two large
bathtubs and a white porcelain toilet.  A long counter
top, also of white stone contained a large sink.  The
whole room lit with subtle hidden lighting.  I
expected that we were going to help Mistress Green
bath and get ready, and I was looking forward to
finally seeing my Mistress naked, however, when she
arrived she was already dressed in her ubiquitous
tailored suit.

She walked up very close to where I kneeled on the
floor and commanded me to rise.  She then looked me up
and down and told me that today was a good day for me
to dress in my proper uniform.  I did not know what to
make of this and nodded, but then seeing her begin to
frown quickly agreed
	"Mistress Green, yes Mistress Green"
She smiled and I knew I was correct in my behaviour. 
I was going to have to suppress the urge to simply
nod, and remember to exclaim my agreement the way she
liked me to.

She then noticed that while she had been expounding
her instructions, the previous thought of seeing her
naked, plus the provocation of having her stand so
close was beginning to arouse my cock.  I became aware
of this at much the same time as she did, and I
immediately wondered if this was one of those
appropriate or inappropriate times.  Luckily she
solved the problem for me by pushing her hand down my
briefs and pulling my cock free.
	"Oh yes" she said, "this is the perfect time for an
erection!" and with that began to play with my cock,
stroking it and squeezing it slightly.
I smiled a lot, this was my idea of being a sex slave,
and enjoyed the feeling as she pulled on my sex.

While Mistress Green and I were doing this, Mistress
Benny had filled the washbasin with hot water, and
started laying out a selection of razors, electric and
blade razors.  Mistress Green stopped playing with my
penis, and walked over to the selection.  I was a
little puzzled, I had already shaved, and the women's
legs, both Mistress Green and Mistress Benny looked
smooth enough to me.  Mistress Green then started to
explain their purpose.
	"Dick, your dick is your tool and I don't care to
have it surrounded by the disgusting thatch of your
pubes.  I also find that your buttocks are less than
pleasant with the amount of hair they have, and your
legs are frankly revolting with their thick hair.  I
like my slaves to be as shiny as a newborn babies bum.
 And that is what you are going to do while I select
an appropriate uniform for you.  I will be back in 1/2
an hour; in that time you are to remove every single
hair from your waist down.  Do you understand?"
I swallowed dryly, the thoughts of naked female bodies
quickly evaporating as I contemplated this
embarrassing task.
	"Mistress Green.  Yes, I do ... Mistress Green" I
slightly hesitantly relied.
	"Good Dick", she tells me and leaves with Mistress
Benny as I look at the array of hair removing
apparatus.

I started with the electric razor on my legs and this
did not bother me much.  It was a little bit strange
to be shaving my legs but I actually thought they
looked pretty good.  I started to become uncomfortable
as I approached my crotch.  The idea of shaving away
my pubic hair was more unsettling.  I could not see
how it made any difference and the idea of having no
hair there seemed strange.  Reluctantly I decided that
it would be best to do as Mistress required, since it
seemed minor in comparison to being returned to
incarceration.  The electric razor felt rather kinky
as it shaved away the hairs, and the buzzing and
humming started to turn me on.  So this is what a
vibrator feels like I thought, and spent a little time
stroking my erection.  I realised my time was running
out and had a few tortuous minutes trying to shave my
ass.  Again it felt strange having to shave my ass,
but at least it matched the rest of my hairless state.
 Looking in one of the mirrors it was strange to see
my cock naked of hair.

The thirty minutes were up when Mistress Green and
Mistress Benny returned with a collection of black
leather I could not see properly.  Mistress Green
walked over to me and hissed,
	"When you are not commanded to stand you must
immediately kneel you dumb Dick"
I quickly fell to the floor.
	"Well" she said, "lets have a look at you ... Benny
is going to check you out with a pair of tweezers to
see how good a job you did.  Hopefully she will not
find more than 10 hairs below you waist!"

Mistress Benny ordered me
	"Stand up, and put your hands on your head" and I
did, as she bent over and started looking at my
calves.  Almost immediately her fingers reached out
and using tweezers plucked a hair from my legs.  It
was painful but over very quickly like a needle jab, I
did not even have time to exclaim.
	"One Mistress" she told Mistress Green.  With horror
I realised that the hair she had pulled out, was one
that I had shaven with the electric razor, but
obviously there was a little stubble left.
	"Mistress Green," I immediately responded, "she
pulled one that was already shaved Mistress Green" I
pleaded.
	"Shut up, you stupid Dick."  Mistress Green sounded
harsh and unyielding.  "You had plenty of time to
remove the tiniest stubble."

Mistress Benny proceeded to pluck four more hairs from
around my legs.  The one she tweezered from my inner
thigh hurt the most, but then she said,
	"Bend over and touch your toes Dick."  As I obeyed I
knew what was coming, as I felt her tweezers reach
into my ass crack and grasp a hair there.  This time
however, she did not quickly pull the hair out, but
ever so slowly increased the tension.  It was
beginning to hurt a lot.
	"Mistress Benny.  Please stop please, its hurting me
a lot Mistress Benny" I complain.  Mistress Green
interjects,
	"Dick you are allowed to beg and plead all you like
when you are in pain, but please don't expect Benny to
stop performing anything I ask of her."

Mistress Benny continued to pull further hairs from my
ass, as slowly as she could as I felt the hurt more
and more.  All the time I was begging her to stop, or
to pull them quickly.  This seemed to make her even
more sadistic, and she obviously tried to make the
pulling as slow as she possibly could.  After eight
hairs, her tweezers shifted a little lower and I could
feel that she had grasped a piece of stubble on my
ball sack.  This prompted me to a higher level of
begging for mercy.
	"Mistress Green, please not there, I am hurting so
much, please stop Mistress, I'll shave really closely
next time Mistress.  Please please Mistress Green" But
my words fell on deaf ears, as Mistress Benny
remorselessly tweezered the remainder of the 10 hairs
from my scrotum.

After she had announced that she had taken the 10
hairs, Mistress Green regarded me impassively.  Then
she told me,
	"Not a very good performance Dick.  I am disappointed
... that you could not perform even this simple task
for me".  I immediately understood what she was
driving at, and blushing at the humiliation dropped to
my knees and crawled towards her.  In a small voice, I
begged her,
	"Mistress Green, please forgive me, I did not do as
you wanted me too because I was too embarrassed. 
Please spank me Mistress Green."
She was not impressed by my apology but granted my
request.
	"That was very poor too Dick, it sounded like an
excuse!  Next time think about what you are going to
say before you open your foolish mouth.  This time I
will grant your wish Dick, go and bend over the
toilet, with your head in the bowl.  It will help
remind you of your position.  The next time I find you
are hairy, you will be properly punished."

I assumed the position she requested, and as I looked
at the inside of the toilet bowl Mistress Green
spanked my ass.  It was as painful as the previous
time and I felt deep shame that I was being spanked
like a boy, with my naked genitals a further ignominy.
 I was beginning to wonder if I could continue to hold
still as my ass became paradoxically painful and numb
at the same time.  When finally Mistress Green was
happy I had been punished enough I remembered to thank
her for the spanking,
	"Mistress Green, thank you for correcting my mistake,
I deserved your spanking Mistress Green," this humble
statement seemed to please her, but I felt even more
humiliated by having to thank her for hurting me. 
Mistress Green's final instruction on the matter was
	"Enough of this for now, your disgusting body hair is
boring me.  Benny will wax you this afternoon.  Now
you are going to get dressed for me.  Stand up, hands
on your head."

As I stood there, Mistress Green collected some of the
leather items she had chosen.  I thought it was going
to be some sort of leather shorts, but I was sadly
mistaken.  Mistress Benny started by fastening a black
leather harness around my torso, the leather matching
the leather collar I was wearing.  The final loop of
leather round my belly had numerous rings.  I guessed
that this was some sort of bondage costume but it did
not seem too offensive.  The next thing that Mistress
Green demonstrated was much more humiliating.
	"These" she told me "are fine black silk stockings. 
They will attach with suspenders to your halter.  If
you ladder them they will be replaced because I hate
to see scruffy slaves, though of course you will be
severely punished for damaging the old ones."

This was again humiliating as I carefully stepped into
the hosiery as Mistress Benny held it and then pulled
them up my legs and fastened them to the suspenders. 
It was very embarrassing to be dressed like some cheap
porn star transvestite in the stockings.  It made my
naked cock seem even more ridiculous.  Naturally
Mistress Green had a pair of black high heels to
accompany the stockings.  They were small,
unnecessarily high so it was difficult to balance and
walk, and they immediately started hurting my feet.

Mistress Green was smiling as she admired me in the
crazy costume I was wearing.
	"But there is still something missing, " she tells
me, and gives the last piece of black leather to
Mistress Benny.  It is strangely shaped, a 'Y' shape
with various metals hooks and clips.  I have no idea
of its purpose, and having the frightening thought
that is might be some sort of gag.  The reality is
even more bizarre and humiliating.  Mistress Benny
clips the two arms of the 'Y' to the back of the
harness, and then pushes the stem between my legs.  As
she comes round to face me I see that there is a
complicated series of clips that allow the stem to
open like a pair of stocks.  Mistress Benny looks up
at me as I realise with horror where this is supposed
to fit.  She smiles as she fastens either side of this
mechanism around my prick and balls so that it
clenches them tightly at their base.  With a final
clip, the combined stem is fastened to the front of
the harness.

	"Now then Dick, " Mistress Green tells me, "lets see
you parade around in your new uniform".  I am blushing
deeply and feel very uncomfortable in this outfit. 
The shoes hurt and I find it hard to walk without
stumbling.  The stocking suspenders pull unfamiliarly
at my thighs.  The leather straps of the harness feel
strange, and my shaved ass feels cold and exposed. 
Worst of all is the feeling of vulnerability of my
cock and testicles as they are pulled away from my
body to stick out in front.
	"How does it feel Dick?"  Mistress Green asks me.  I
honestly reply,
	"Mistress Green, it is a bit uncomfortable Mistress
Green."  I tell her, not really thinking in my
perturbed state.
	"Oh we can't have that, kneel down" she says, and I
suddenly realise I might not have been as tactful as I
should.  Sure enough, she comes up behind me, and
rather than changing anything on the costume, she
takes hold the collar she put around me neck and
tightens it.  I immediately feel very uncomfortable,
it is not strangling me, but I can feel it pushing
tightly against my throat making me want to swallow
repeatedly.
	"Now stand up!  Maybe that'll help take your mind of
it?" she asks, looking at me expecting a reply.  I am
swallowing fast but manage to choke out an
intelligible reply
	"Mistress Green, yes thank you, Mistress Green".
Unfortunately she does not make any move to release
the collar and I understand that I am going to have to
endure the feeling of suffocation until she relents.

Mistress Green then comes up behind me, and reaching
round grabs hold of my cock.  After the pain and
discomfort of the uniform, it has become quite
flaccid, and she cups it in her hand and starts to
stroke it and pull it.
	"This uniform is perfect for my slaves you see," She
begins.  Her voice is low and seductive and she
breathes a little in my ear as she continues.  All the
while she is pulling and stroking my cock with one
hand, which starts to react without any conscious
thought on my part.  Her other hand also begins to run
over my body, feeling my back and chest and arms. 
"Your dick is perfectly displayed ... Dick.  But
you've got to be careful if you ever need to sit Dick,
it is not designed for you to sit, it is much better
to kneel.  The harness is very useful for attaching
various toys if I want to use them on you.  You are
uncomfortable with the stockings and high heels, but I
think they perfectly suit a man as much as any woman. 
They produce a very fetching enticing picture as you
look up the silk clad legs, the white of the thigh
between the stocking tops, and there, perfectly framed
your dick.  And the high heels also help sway your
cute little bottom as you walk along."  With this she
starts rubbing my ass cheeks.

My cock is already fully erect, and I find that I am
beginning to breathe deeply, as I experience her
wonderful hand fuck.
	"The straps at the back neatly allow access to your
ass hole and balls from behind."  I am too caught up
in the pleasure of the moment to think on the implied
threat she had just made, later this was going to seem
the most frightening possibility.  "You see you are
already enjoying the access this allows."  She starts
to pull my cock harder.  Mistress Benny has come
closer, smiling and with wet lips.  The subtle
suggestion is fantastic as I mentally see her lips
closing round my cock.  "But please remember always
Dick that you are mine to control" Mistress Green
tells me.  "Do you understand this Dick?" she asks.
	"Mistress Green, oh yes Mistress Green" I pant out.

She laughs,
	"Very good Dick, extremely good.  But that includes
your orgasm too, you know.  Do you want to come Dick?"
she asks.
	"Mistress Green, oh yes I do Mistress Green I do I do
I do".
	"Careful Dick, don't break the rules.  Make me really
believe you, beg for release Dick tell me how much you
want to come, how much you enjoy the costume.  Praise
me."
	"Mistress Green." I cry.  "Please let me come.  I beg
you please let me come, I can feel it building up
inside me.  Please let me come.  This is a great
costume; it allows you to use me as you want to, to
play with my dick like this.  Oh please let me come
Mistress Green, you are a wonderful Mistress, a
fantastic Mistress.  You control me fully; I'll do
anything for you.  Please let me come Mistress Green."

Mistress Green continues for several more seconds and
then stops.
	"On the floor, kneeling, right now Dick" she
literally screams at me.  After a second of hesitation
I kneel before her confused, humiliated and angry. 
What did she want me to do; she was the one fooling
around.  She continues to scream in my face,
	"You are mine.  Never forget it.  I control this
pathetic tool you have.  You are not allowed to come
until you have proven to me you are fully accepting of
your place.  I play with Dick whenever and however I
choose."  With that she aims a kick straight at my
erect cock and balls.  The way they are displayed and
my cock still standing expecting release make it easy
for her to land the blow.  Agony bursts through my
body and I roll on the floor hands clutching my sack. 
"I have had enough of you for today.  Benny will
properly prepare you this afternoon and hopefully
tomorrow you'll attend me better."

***

Coming soon ...

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Chapter 2 {F/F/M ds bd mc feet oral ws rim inf scat
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