Mistress Meredith
by Telemann
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After many hours of tortuous waiting, I am still confined to the
bonds that hold me. My Mistress left around eight with some of
her friends, promising to return sometime tonight. She did not say
when.
Before her group of girlfriends swung by to pick her up she
made sure I was arranged to spend a long and uncomfortable night at
the apartment we shared. I agreed to be her slave a few weeks
ago, and how my life has chaged since then! I am no longer the
cheerful, energetic guy who wandered around campus saying hi to
people and getting involved in sports and other activities. No. I
walk around with fresh red whip marks on my back and a constant
nabbing pain in my nipples as a reminder of the previous night's
tortures. I invariably walk around barefoot, as a reminder that I
have submitted my body to a wonderful but stern and cruel girl.
Ah, but there is no one like my Mistress! She is slender, sexy and
beautiful. Her eyes reveal such power, such confidence that one
can do nothing else but admire her and revere her as a goddess of
the most profound beauty and splendor.
Every day I am assigned to clean her incomparably beautiful feet,
to get the rid of the black dirt and filth that is always on them at
the end of each day. You see, my Mistress likes to walk barefoot
around campus every day. At the end of the day her soles are
black from being covered with the dirt that accumulates with every
step she takes. Sometimes her feet arrive dirtier than other days,
but generally it is the same. I cannot use my hands to clean them,
only my tongue and teeth (sometimes the dirt is so caked in that I
have to bite it off!). Our campus is located in sunny and beautiful
San Diego, where it is possible to barefoot for most of the year.
My Mistress takes very good advantage of this. Most of her friends
also barefoot, they are all kind of hippie-like.
When I clean her feet my hands are always tied behind my back in
handcuffs, and a pair of alligator clamps are attached to my
nipples. Sometimes she chooses to attach weights to them, sometimes
she doesn't. I am to finish my task fully and well; the clamps will
not be removed until she is satisfied. There are times when she will
whip me while I perform my duty, and again, she wll not stop herself
until I am done.
The worst is when her toenails are dirty, I really have to dig in
then. She almost never paints her toenails, she thinks they are
already beautiful without any additions. She is, of course, right.
She never clips her toenails, that is my job which I have to perform
with my teeth. This can be quite difficult, especially since I am
almost always in pain and desirous to end it all quickly.
Every night, regardless of whether we have sex or not, I am left
tied to the foot of the bed by my collar, which allows for very
little movement. My hands are always behind my back and my feet are
often tied together. If she is displeased with me she might hogtie
me, or if she is really mad she will make me spend the night with my
arms tied over my head to the ceiling. I usually never sleep when
this happens due to the muscular stress resulting frm standing all
night long.
Now I lie here wondering when my Mistress will return from her night
out with her friends. Tonight she has left me streched out between
the four corners of the bed. The dull ache in my arms has turned
into an almost unbearable pain that I find impossible to ignore.
Last night I spent several hours suspended from the ceiling with my
toes barely inches from the floor, and thus my tortured arms were
already very sensitive to begin with. Tonight she made sure that I
was stretched as tight as it is possible without ripping my arms
off...
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