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THE ONE

I’ve always wanted to submit myself to the will of one or more Women. It felt as natural as breathing and all I ever wanted to be was a 24/7 slave. My thoughts, dreams and fantasies excited me and I masturbated multiple times per day thinking about it. But at the same time, I never felt the desire to be romantically or sexually involved with a Mistress. I was more into candle-wax than candlelight, you could say. But finding a lifestyle Mistress was not easy, to put it mildly, so I started visiting professional Mistresses. Met some lovely Ladies, learned an awful lot and had some great sessions! But, you know, they whipped me as long as I paid them to whip me, which was a far cry from the lifestyle I was longing for.
And then I met Mistress Angela at a Fetish Party in Amsterdam. She was unlike any Woman I’d ever met before. So elegant, so charismatic, so confident, so strong and so powerful! She said what She meant and meant what She said. Furthermore, She was lesbian. She didn’t hate men or anything, but they were simply irrelevant to Her. Useful as slaves, nothing more. Which was, as you can imagine, music to my ears. A lesbian Mistress, why didn’t I think of that! She took me under Her wing, also known as: She crushed me under Her boot. Everything about Her was pure (and still is) and Her contempt for me was very real (and still is). It has been magical ever since.
‘I don’t understand you,’ one of my friends said, ‘it will never be more than this.’
To which I shrugged my soldiers and said: ‘It can never be better than this.’
slave james

A LONGING SO DEEP

What’s the point, I said irritated, Mark is already Your slave.
Now, now, She said, tapping Her finger playfully on my nose, don’t be so jealous. Mark is a friend, not My boyfriend.
Yeah well …., I said grumpy.
She smiled and looked at me with new eyes. She studied my face intensely, as if She’d just found a secret compartment in a chest of drawers.
Now then, She said, you want to be My slave, is that correct?
Yes, Karin, I whispered.
I’ve always dreamed of having a slave, did you know that? Well, multiple slaves, really.
I didn’t move, didn’t breathe, because this moment was as fragile as porcelain. One false move or one stupid word and this glorious bubble would burst.
I’m not sure, of course, but I think I’m a very demanding, pretty cruel and merciless Mistress, hehe. Be very careful what you wish for.
I’m ready to serve You, Karin, I said with a hoarse and trembling voice.
Sweet God, was this really happening, was my dream about to come true?
Nope.
The daydream exploded into reality and my ears filled with the noise of the school canteen.
Stop staring at Me, you creep, Karin sneered. She was sitting at a table opposite mine, and if looks could kill, I would be living in an urn right now.

What’s wrong, hon? Her boyfriend Mark asked.
La freak is staring at Me again.
He looked at me and shook his head: Jesus dude, grow up.
I slipped away into oblivion.

VON DICK BIS SCRÖTUM

Countess von Dick bis Scrötum was without doubt the most dominant person he had ever met. Her piercing eyes, the predatory tone in Her voice, the directness of Her questions; it was all very intimidating. And extremely sexy! So when She offered him a job, he gladly took it. In return She took his wallet, passport, cellphone, creditcards and all his passwords and stuff. She even took his clothes and gave him a striped prison uniform instead. He was forced to sleep in a damp, filthy underground cellar of Her enormous estate. She had a household of 122 slaves and his first few months were a hellish nightmare of pain and suffering. Because She believed in strict discipline and total submission to Her will. She was the Countess of Countless Punishments and was, oddly enough, not familiar with the word mercy. Serving and working for Her was a 24/7 occupation, because She didn’t believe in weekends for slaves. Let alone holidays. The very idea itself was absurd. But you know what? In spite of everything, he wouldn’t miss it for the world. He was perhaps a victim of Her beauty and a prisoner of Her power, but She gave his life a sense of purpose and direction. This was what he was born to do.

KNOCK, KNOCK, WHO’S THERE?

The doorbell rang. Which was annoying, because he was just about to watch a porn movie. He opened the door and immediately five Women swarmed in. One of them grabbed him by the throat and pressed a piece of cloth on his nose and mouth. ‘Chloroform,’ he thought, then everything went black. He woke up naked, cuffed and gagged, with five Women standing over him and looking down on him with superiority. He tried to scream for help, but the gag prevented that. Then his ordeal began. He was whipped, slapped, kicked and spat on. His balls got shocked and his ass got fucked. Mercilessly. In the end he lay helpless on the floor, as they pissed all over him. Then a sixth Lady entered the room.
Sir? Is this house number 44?
He looked up in pee and nodded.
Oops, She giggled, wrong number, Girls. We need to go to number 44-1.
They all looked down on him with new eyes. One of them bent down to him.
We will not charge you anything, OK? But the next time we will not be so lenient! Do I make myself clear?
He nodded fiercely.
Later that evening, after cleaning up and scrubbing the floor, he sat down on the couch. His ass was still on fire, but what puzzled him the most was the huge erection in his pants. He couldn’t wait for the doorbell to ring again, to be honest.