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All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
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The story that is about to be told is true, only the names
are changed to protect the guilty or not so guilty. It all
began in April of the year 1992. A computer was delivered to
me and was immediately set up. I was axious to start learnign
all I could about the secrets it held. The computer came
equipped with a modem. The phone line was hooked up and I
began a journey into the darker side of human relations. As
the new machine hummed and the screen on the monitor lit up,
I watched in awe, I hit the key that allowed me to enter the
communications files. I found a number already programmed
into the file and decided to see what it might be. As the
modem began dialing I wondered what may lie ahead. The screen
on the monitor went to a lavender haze and a door appeared.
The message under the door said " ADULTS ONLY - ENTER IF YOU
DARE"...so naturally I opened the door. The next screen
welcomed me to a land of fantasy and adventure that only an
adult could ever understand. The first menu was a log-on menu
and the Sysop broke in to welcome me to the land of dreams
bve they nightmares or reality. I was given a phone number
and ordered to call immediately. Being a submissive at heart
I signed off and called the number I was given. The phone
rang three times and this voice on the other end asked the
quailifying questions for admidtance to the land of dreams.
I was mesmerized by the wonderful enchanting voice on the end
of the line. The interview was over in a few minutes and I
was told I was excepted and expected to act accordingly while
in the land of dreams. Somehow I knew that I would have to
meet the person with whom I spoke. The Sysop told me her name
was Victoria and her husband was Bob. I don't think I'll ever
forget the introduction I recieved by this voice over the
phone. I logged back on and entered a conference room where
two ladies we're talking. I asked permission to stay as I
could tell that these were definetly Mistresses and forces to
be reckoned with. I was granted permission and watched as the
two ladies were talking about a subject I had in-depth
knowledge. Lady Ramanda was stating that she was stood up by
her latest accusitation, a TV named Prissy, I could see by
the way the conversation was going that Lady Ramanda was
really pissed off. I broke into the conversation and asked if
I could be of help. Lady Ramanda stated to me that all TV'S
are the same and don't have the guts to meet her in person in
a public place. I then stated to Lady Ramanda that I would
meet her anytime and in anyplace that a Lady of hrer statue
whould feel comfortable. Lady Ramanda was taken back a bit
and then said she would like to meet in a Church Parking Lot
in a location she mentioned and I said I knew where that was.
Lady Ramanda then said I would have to be on time and dressed
like a lady. She stated that she would not wait one minute
past the time stated. I said I would be there on time and
that I would wear my prettiest outfit. The next day I dressed
and made sure that I looked presentable for Lady Ramanda. I
had to be at the Church parking lot by 10 AM. It was now 9:10
AM and I had a 15 minute ride to the parking lot. I left the
house and arrived at the parking lot at 9:35 AM. Lady Ramanda
arrived at precisely 10:00 AM. She was shocked to see me
waiting for her. I introduced myself to her and we drove over
to the local coffee shop. We went in and picked a booth to
sit down and get to know one another better. Lady Ramanda was
surprised at how well I was recieved byt the public. Nobody
saw anything amiss, just two women having coffe and chatting
like a couple of schoolgirls on spring brake. Lady Ramanda
said that at the moment she was not in the market for a new
slave. I was disappointed as this would have been my first
and only Mistress. Lady Ramanda said that she would rather
have a relationship that was more friendly, a relationship
that would be more of a confidant type. I said that would be
fine with me as I really had taken a liking to her. Lady
Ramanda said that she knew of a Mistress that was looking for
a new slave and that she would mention me to her. Now I was
getting excited, I asked who this Mistress might be and Lady
Ramanda she was known as Wicked Swords. The name intriged me.
I told anything that she could do for me to get an interview
with Wicked Swords would be greatly appreciated. Lady Ramanda
told me she would do what she could. We left the coffee shop
more enriched in a new found friendship that would stand the
test of time. I hurried home and turned on the computer. I
had great pain waiting for the modem to connect me to the
land of dreams. As the Door opened I had a message which I
retrieved immediately. It was a summons by Wicked Swords to
leave response to a questionaire. My heart was really racing
now. I was anxious to answer the quetions and possible be
accepted byt his Mistress. The question were of a general
nature but to the point. I would have to swear alligance to
Mistress Wicked Swords and do her bidding without question.
Of course I answered back that I would do anything to be a
part of her stable. I logged off after answering and hoped
that my response would get a postive reation from Wicked
Swords. The next day Lady Ramanda called and said that I was
granted an audience with Wicked Swords at 1:00 PM. I told
Lady Ramanda that I would be ready and prompt. Lady Ramanda
then said she would stop by and pick me up at 12:15 PM. As I
hung up the phone I wondered what the future might hold for
me after 1:00 PM. I decided on a tight patent leather outfit.
I dressed and worked especially hard on my make-up. First
impressions usually tell the tale. When I was finished I
stood back and looked long and hard in the mirror. In my
opionion it wasn't going to get any better than this. Lady
Ramanda arrived precisly at 12:15 PM. When I got in the car
she ordered me to wear a blindfold. I did not question the
order. I placed the blindfold over my eyes and secured it
with a knot at the back of my head. We drove for what seemed
an eternity....Lady Ramanda stopped the car and came around
to the passenger side and opened the door for me. She told to
take her hand and follow her. I was a little nervous not
knowing where I was or where we where going. We walked about
100 feet and then went down this winding staircase. I counted
the steps and there was 13 of them. Now my antiscipation was
really getting out of hand. At the bottom of the stairs a
door opened and we entered. The door closed behind us and we
were usuered in. Upon arriving my blindfold was taken off and
my eyes adjusted to the candle-lit room. It was a dungeon,
none like I had ever scene before. I was immediately take
over to the cross in the center of the room. The cross was
suspended on a bar and could swing back and forth 360
degrees. I was strapped and gaged onto the cross. Suddenly a
gong sounded and Lady Ramanda pointed to a door....The door
opened and I saw a vision of woman clad in leather from head
to toe with a cat o-nine tail whip in her hand. This vision
seemed to float across the room. My mind was whirling, I
didn't know what was going to happen next. And then the
voice....the voice that I heard over the phone filled the
room...it said "SLAVE.....I am you're Mistress now and
forever" I shook my head in a positive way as I could not
speak. Wicked Swords then raised the whip high over her head
and brought it down with a crack that sounded like lightning.
Wicked Swords then stated that I would be trained to meet her
standards and if I didn't I would taste her whip more than I
would like too. I shook my head yes and Wicked Swords said
that she knew I would because my eyes said yes. The training
period would begin the next day. Wicked Swords released me
from my bounds and I fell to her feet. Wicked Swords told me
I had potential and that I could possibly be Mistress
material under her strick guidance. I later found out from
Lady Ramanda that Wicked Swords and Victoria are one and the
same. I knew that half my quest was now over. I had met the
enchanting voice of the valadation lines. More adventures
would certainly come my way now that I was in a stable of a
MIstress who was known the world over. The training is never
over till the Mistress says its over. I have studied hard and
I do try to please my Mistress in any and all ways that she
sees fit. Mistress loaned me out to another Master and his
slave and I learned to love sting of the whip. Mistress
Wicked Swords is always kind and stern as only the best
Mistress would be. I have met other Masters and Mistress over
this 3 year period of time but no one comes close to the
Mistress that Wicked Swords is and always will be.
The adventure of a three year journey continues.............
Lady Ramanda was and still is my closest cofidant. She picked
me up and delivered me to the Dungeon for several weeks. I
had to arrive blindfolded....Mistress Wicked Swords demanded
this. The Dungeon was to be a special place and I would have
to earn the knowledge of the location. Time flew the minutes
were like milliseconds and hours that I spent securly tied to
the cross or suspended from the "O" rings affixed in the
ceiling seemed like only minutes. Mistress Wicked Swords
always appeared from behind that black door. Colors were hard
to tell in the Dungeon because there was only candlelight to
illuminate the Dungeon. My Mistress was a vision of beauty no
other mortal had ever seen. She stood 5 feet 6 inches tall
but in her heels they made her almost 5 feet 10 inches tall.
She never wore anything more than a leather bra type halter
in assorted colors. Some of the halters were studded while
others felt more like silky material to the touch. Mistress
Wicked Swords had the most perfect body. As soon as I arrived
I would place myself on the cross and await for the black
door to open and Wicked Swords would make her entrance. She
seemed to glow in the candlelight.My sessions were becoming
longer and my training as a slut more intense with each
visit.I was progressing so well Mistress Wicked Swords told
me I would have a suprise upon this visit. The Black door
opened and Mistress entered the Dungeon. She was truely a
vision to be seen. I was immediately tied to the cross, both
wrists tied by leather straps as were the ankles of my legs.
My waist was secured by a chain with a lock and Mistress
always held the key till the session was over and one of her
many devoted slaves would retrieve it and release me from my
bonds. Today was to be a special day. Mistress was concerned
that I had not had the pleasure of servicing a man before.
Mistress taught me how to stimulate a woman with my tongue
and she said I had learned my lessons well. But today would
be the start of my lessons in pleasing a man. Mistress said
that this was necessary for I was to be a complete slave and
able to serve both male or female dominants. I listened to
Mistress Wicked Swords as she instructed and prepared me for
my new session. Mistress Wicked Swords pulled the cross down
so that my head was level with her vagina. She then told me
to remove her leather gaff with my teeth. Having had weeks of
pratice I had no trouble removing it. I then placed my lips
over her vagina and inserted my tounge deep inside. It didn't
take long for the juices to start flowing. Mistress Wicked
Swords always enjoyed a good suck job and I did my job with
the greatest pleasure. I sucked harder and used my tounge on
her magnificent clit. I always knew if I pleased her because
she would move to the gyrations of my mouth and tounge and
press her hips deeper onto my mouth. I would do this till
Mistress would stand up and tell me that my time was up. But
not today. This time when she stood she said to me "Slave
you have learned well, you do truely please a woman, it is
now time for your training in pleasing a man. I have invited
a few friends over for your new lessons." "You will fuck them
with your mouth till you can't take anymore." I was becoming
a little alarmed at this point. But the trust I had in my
Mistress overcame the fear I was feeling. I answered that I
would do my best to please any and all for her. Mistress
Wicked Swords stepped back from me and released the cross so
I was now upright. Mistress Wicked Swords then had a slave
release from the cross. I was then lead over to the columns
that held up the ceiling. These were round concrete pillars
which had "O" rigs a t different heights. Mistress instructed
to kneel down and told the slaves to secure my arms and legs
with chains to the columns. After I was secured the slaves
disappeared from the Dungeon as they always did. Mistress
Wicked Swords then snapped her fingers and the black door
again opened on her command... Three athletic looking men
entered the Dungeon wearing only little "G" strings. I was
amazed at the sight. They walked over to were I was tied and
gathered around me. Mistress then instructed me to remove
their "g" strings with my teeth. After I had done this
Mistress told me to remember my lessons with the penis styled
dildos. I had been trained to take a 7 inch dildo all the way
down my throat. This took pratice but I learned that if you
breathe thru your nose you won't choke with the dildo deep
down your throat. It was now time to put the lessons to the
test. The three men approached and began rubbing their pricks
all over my face. I would lick and suck these pricks at a
very fast rate of speed in order to accomadte all three.
Mistress Wicked obsevered this scene and gave instrutions to
me. After this went on for a while two of the men stepped
back and one of them faced me. My head was level with his
hard prtruding penis. He grabbed the back of my hair tightly
and inserted his stiff shaft deep in my throat. Pulling my
head by the hair and thrusting his penis in and out of my
mouth increasing the speed of thrusts and the depth. I
continued taking this man deep in the recess of my throat
till I felt this hot sticky fluid, I then tightened my lips
and sucked till he was spent. This was hard on my mouth, my
jaws were in pain trying to accomadate the large shaft for
such a long period time. Mistress Wicked Swords watched and
told the other men to both enter my mouth vagina. I didn't
think I could get bout of these men into my mouth at the same
time but with a little time I did manage to get them both in
and down about 4 inches. I heard Mistress snap her fingers
and I hesitated only for a moment....Mistres was summoning
two more slaves who were instructed to massage the two men's
balls as they fucked my mouth. I moved my head up and down
the stiff shaft increasing the speed and depth with each
stroke. Suddenly they both came almost at the same time. I at
first thought that I would choke as they both started to gush
in my mouth. I sucked and moved up and down till they moved
away from head. Both men fell on the counches totally
exhausted and Mistress Wicked Swords said I had done well for
my first time. I was released from my bonds by the two slaves
who assisted me in making the men cum. I was the taken over
to the ceiling "O" rings and each wrist was secured to them.
Mistress Wicked seemed pleased by my performance. But I did
notice a different look in her beautiful eyes. She turned to
me and asked if I enjoyed the experience. I said " Yes
Mistress I did enjoy"...I was cut off in mid sentence....
obviously the wrong answer as I felt the cat of nine tails
strike my backside with a vegenance. I had forgot that I was
not there to enjoy myself but only to give pleasure nad
enjoyment to my Mistress. "Slave" Mistress said..."you will
only please me and not yourself till I give permission....DO
YOU UNDERSTAND Slave?" Of course I did, I had been lost in
the moment and forgot the basics of Mistress/Slave
relationship. I said that I was truely sorry and that I would
never forget again. I then aske if Mistress enjoye dthe
performance and begged her forgiveness. Mistress Wicked
Swords smiled and said that I was coming long and learning
real fast. I recieved 10 lashes for my forgetfulness and the
released and instructed to go home and practice with the
dildo till I could do two or more at one time. The Black Door
opened and the two slaves followed the three men through the
door. Mistress Wicked Swords dismissed me and told me to wait
for her summoning for the next session. I left the Dungeon
with a smile and the knowledge that this was not over yet.
The passing of time was extremely fast, I had been under the
direction of Mistress Wicked Swords for 19 months now.
Mistress had taken total control of my destiny. I wore tight
restricting corsets all the time. These garments served two
purposes, first it gave me an hour glass figure and second it
whittled away at my body and when I removed them I still had
a very tiny waist. I was pleased with this development as I
had taken to wearing female attire most of the time now.
Each day I would log onto the BBS to see if I had a summons
from my Mistress. Today I was told to be at the Dungeon no
later than 9:30 AM. But new instructions followed. I was
commanded by Mistress Wicked Swords to dress casually and I
would find out the reason why upon arriving at the Dungeon.
End of message. I was a little worried about that message but
decided that it could not be too bad. Usually I am instructed
to dress as a Slut. This would definitely be a change.
I choose a nice red sweater, tight to show off my figure and
a pair of black stirrup stretch pants. I wore matching red
flats and hurriedly applied my make-up. Checking the mirror
before I left I was amazed at how adapt I was becoming in
make-up application. I stood back from the long mirror on the
back of the door in my bedroom and was pleased with what I
saw. I added a red shoulder length purse and headed out the
door. I hailed a cab and arrived two blocks from my
destination. I was instructed to do this so that the location
of the Dungeon would remain a secret. I walked the rest of
the way and entered through the laundramat. At the back of
the laundrmat was a hidden staircase that led down to the
Dungeon. I was always careful not to let anyone see me enter
this staircase. I knew the punishment if anyone every
questioned Mistress about people coming and going in the
landramat. I knocked on the door to the Dungeon and waited to
be admitted. A Slave opened the door and escorted me to the
main room. These Slaves never had much to say, they always
had a gag in their mouths. I waited what seemed like an
eternity for my Mistress to make her entrance.
I heard the Black Door open and in walked my Mistress. I
immediately fell to my knees and kissed her feet. Mistress
smiled and told me to rise. Mistress then told me what was in
store for me today. She said " Slave you have learned your
lessons well, you know how to please a Woman and how to
please a Man. It is time for you to wear my Tattoo. We will
go to the tattoo parlour of a friend of mine and your right
hip will bear my mark for all to see." I was thrilled. This
is the ultimate thing that every slave strives for in a
relationship with a Mistress or Master. I couldn't wait till
we got to the Parlour. Mistress put my collar on and attached
the leash to it and we left the Dungeon for the Tattoo
Parlour. I was not ashamed to wear the collar outside in the
daytime, the collar represented a badge of honor to me.
Mistress had me hail a cab and then told the cab driver the
location of the Tattoo Parlour. It was a short distance but
seemed like it took forever. I was filled with joy and
anticipation. When we pulled up in front of the Tattoo
Parlour I paid the cab driver and we entered the Parlour. The
walls were filled with art work like Tattoos. I was amazed at
the pictures that where on the wall. Mistress saw me looking
around and smiled...she said "Slut you will be getting a
custom tattoo, you won't find the one you're getting on the
wall." I was a little disappointed as I found a dragon with a
lady riding on its back particularly nice. The receptionist
knew Mistress Wicked Swords by name and told Mistress that
the artist was busy at the moment and would be with her
shortly. Time seemed to stand still waiting for the artist to
make his appearance. The intercom on the desk came to life
and the receptionist told Mistress to go to room 9. Mistress
pulled me along by the leash and we entered room 9. Mistress
then instructed me to remove my stirrup pants. I did not
hesitate for an instant. With my pants off Mistress
instructed me to lie on the marble topped table. I climbed
onto the table and lied face up. It was cold but I soon got
use to that. The door opened and in walked the artist. He was
big man 6 foot 5 inches tall and very muscular. He had
Tattoos all over the top have of his body and down the arms.
I assumed he must have been tattooed over his entire body but
I didn't ask. Mistress Wicked Swords told him what she wanted
for my tattoo. Mistress said she wanted two sword like
Aribian swords black handle with a blade tapered by the
handle and wider at the tip. The swords would cross each
other with the black handles at the bottom. From the tips
drops of blood would bead off the two swords. at the top of
the points of the swords would be the words "PROPERTY OF"
with a large red "W" in the center of the two swords. The
artist took a sketch pad and drew the interpretation for
Mistress. Upon her approval he started with the outline of
the swords on my right hip. After 3 hours the swords were
outlined and finished. I was told to keep Vaseline on them
and try not to rub them. Fresh sterile gauss was applied and
then I was allowed to dress. As we left the Parlour the
receptionist made all the appointments for me to complete the
job that was already done. I hailed a cab and we traveled
back to the Dungeon. Mistress was indeed pleased with the
progress. When we got back to the Dungeon Mistress ordered me
to remove my pants and the gauss. Mistress studied the new
tattoo and liked what she saw. I was thrilled, I was the
first and the only one to receive this tattoo. Mistress had
the slaves tie me to the cross in the usual manner. Then the
slaves disrobed Mistress and she had the slaves position the
cross so that I could satisfy and thank her for my new
tattoo. Mistress straddled my face and I sank my tongue deep
into the depths of her vagina. I sucked and licked to
Mistress whithered in estacy. Then I sucked as hard as I
could on Mistress's clit just as Mistress was reaching a
climax. This always sent Mistress into estacy for about 30
minutes. The juices filled my mouth and throat and I enjoyed
it as much as my Mistress. When Mistress was satisfied she
told me to leave and wait till I receive another summons from
her. I was released from the cross by the slaves and quickly
dressed. I hated to leave but I knew that I had too.
Disobedience was never tolerated.
The next few weeks I received no summons from my Mistress. I
continued with the appointments at the Tattoo Parlour. The
man knew his trade. The blades of the swords were filled in
a silver irradasant ink. They actually glowed in the dark!!
The handles where black and out lined in gold irraasant ink,
these also glowed.From the tips of the blades ran 6 drops of
crimsom red ink, forming what appeared drops of blood. These
were outlined in black ink to make the stand out more. The
lettering above the sword was arched from tip to tip and done
in black outline and filled in with the irradasant gold ink.
The "W" was outlined in gold irradasant ink and filled in
with crimson ink. I was pleased with the final result.
Pictures were taken for the Artist's gallery. This procedure
took over 4 months time to complete. In all that time I had
not received a summons from my Mistress. When I arrived home
I immediately log on to the BBS. There was the message I was
waiting for and hoping for..."Come now". I was excited and
had to change fast. I grabbed my patent leather mini skirt
and patent leather jacket and threw them on. My 5 inch black
patent pump completed the outfit. I ran out the door and
hailed a cab. Those two blocks were the longest I had every
walked in a long time. I couldn't wait to show Mistress
Wicked Swords the magnificent tattoo I had received. I
entered the Dungeon threw the usual manner and was admitted
by Mistress's slave. The wait was short as Mistress entered
almost immediately upon my arrival. With riding crop in hand
she commanded to display the new art work for her approval.
I unzipped my skirt and dropped it to the floor, the tattoo
glowed in the dim light of the Dungeon. Mistress Wicked
Swords was pleased and stated that he had done a magnificent
job. I was happy that I had pleased my Mistress. Mistress
approached and looked closer at the tattoo. It truly was a
work of art. I love the way that it glowed in the dark.
Mistress asked me what I thought of the tattoo. I didn't
answer but dropped to my knees and untied the laces that held
her leather panties together at the center. Upon removing the
laces i began to suck and lick my Mistress to show how I felt
about the honor of wearing her brand. Mistress was pleased I
gave her numerous orgasms before I was done. Mistress told to
rise and get dressed. I did this as fast as I could. Mistress
informed me that I was to receive instructions to be a
Mistress myself. I was overjoyed. This was like being
emancipated. I would still be a slave to Mistress Wicked
Sword but never to anyone else. I would be allowed to use
Mistress's Dungeon and have my own slaves to wait on me. I
was overjoyed and vowed total commitment to Mistress Wicked
Swords. After the discussion I was dismissed and told that my
training as a Mistress would begin at our next session. I
left the Dungeon with new hopes in my heart. Every slave hope
to one day achieve Mistress or Master status, I had dreamed
of it without telling anyone, and now it was going to become
a reality.
I can't believe that it has been nearly four years since
thisadventure started. Time has gone by at a rapid pace. Ilearned my lessons
well. Mistress Wicked Swords taught me theknowledge of the whip. Just the right
amount of snap on thewhip to inflict the amount of pain required but
withoutleaving signs of having been whipped. I became quite good atthis. I
assisted Mistress Wicked Swords in many sessions. Iwould do the whipping under
her guidance. Mistress WickedSwords is truly a Master of the art of the whip.
Theknowledge I learned from her could not be learned threwexperience or books.
Lady Ramanda was also always there foradvice and as it turned out became as
close to me as a trueSister. Together we shared shopping trips and I
alwaystrusted her wisdom and advice. Lady Ramanda was very skillfulat the art of
Bondage. She taught me how to bind a person ina way that was very sexually
fulfilling. These two Mistress'seach had specialalties that were unequaled by
anyone else. Iabsorbed all this skill and knowledge like a sponge. I
becamerather well known in the B&D circles. Trade Publicationscatering to the
lifestyle published articles about me. Mystable was growing faster than I could
believe. I wasactually turning slaves away for it was all more than oneMistress
could handle.In the four years since this all started I became more andmore
womanlike. A sex change was discussed but it was decidedthat this option was not
for me. My waist was shaped bywearing tight corsets all the time and now without
the corsetI had a 22 inch waist. My breasts also developed over theyears from
taping them and pulling them that now I could weara "c" cup bra without any
padding. This pleased MistressWicked Swords. My figure was quite amazing
considering it wasnot chemically invoked. The time had come for me to announceto
the world that Mistress Nancy had arrived and was going totake the world on by
storm. Mistress Wicked Swords and mySister Lady Ramanda informed me that I had
an engagement atthe "SAFE" located in lower Metropolis. I had never beenthere
before but I had heard of the place. This is thepremier B & D club. All the
Masters and Mistress's go thereto show off their slaves or to find new ones. I
had two daysto get ready for my debut. I made an appointment to have myhair done
and get a manicure and pedicure. I checked thewardrobe and decided that a red
leather halter top dresswould fill the bill nicely. I looked real hot in that
outfit.Mistress Wicked Swords approved of my choice and told me tobe sure to be
at the Dungeon no later than 7 PM on Saturdaynight. Friday morning I went to
beauty shop and Lydia mypersonal beautician began to work her magic. She started
witha trim and a wash. She set my hair and put me under thedryer. My nails were
next. Lydia knew of my appointmentSaturday night and decided I need long curved
dragon-ladynails. These nail tips were applied to my own nails and thena red
high gloss nail enamel was applied. My toes were givena pedicure and the same
polish was applied to them. When myhair was dry Lydia combed it out and teased
it. Lydia wasalways the best at styling my hair. That took up most of themorning
and well into the afternoon. I thanked Lydia for ajob well done as usual and
hurried to Boutique shop. I needstockings and a few other things. I arrived at
the Boutique alittle before 4 PM. I went right over to the stocking sectionand
found exactly what I was looking for. It was a pair ofred fishnet crotchless
pantyhose. I took two pairs of theseand proceeded to the bra section. I choose a
red cuppless brathat would allow my breasts support but I could feel
everymovement I made because the nipples were exposed. I tried onthe bra and was
happy with the fit. I made the purchases andhurried home. Upon arriving home I
checked for messages onthe BBS and found none. I had time just to relax and
enjoyall that had happened the last few years. I put a movie inthe VCR and laid
down in bed pondering the next eveningsfestivities. I must have fallen asleep
because it was nowSaturday Morning. I powered up the computer and the
onlymessage was a command from Wicked Swords "DON'T BE LATE SLUT"the message was
short and to the point. I left a reply that Iknew the punishment for tardiness.
I had one of my slavescome to my apartment at 10 AM sharp. This was a special
slaveto me. She would attend to my many needs till I left for theDungeon. The
slave had her own key and let herself in. I wasstill in bed when she announced
her arrival. I instructed herto draw a warm scented bubble bath and to call me
when thatwas done. This slave was very adaptable and would later applymy final
make-up. She had years of training in beauty schooland was a great help to on
occasions like this. My slaveinformed me that the bath was ready and I got out
of bed andslipped out of my teddy and stepped into the warm scentedtub. the
slave placed a pillow behind my head and then leftme to make a fresh pot of
coffee. I soaked for a few minuteswhen my slave came back in and served me the
coffee she hadmade. The bathe seemed to relax me more than I had ever been.I
instructed my slave to massage my body. She did nothesitate for she knew the
penalty for disobeying my commands.After 30 minutes of this I grew tired and
told my slave tostop and dry me off. I rose from the tub and my slaveproceeded
to towel dry me from the feet and working her wayup my entire body. When she
finished she retrieved my longsilk robe and held it open as I slipped my smooth
silky armsinto it. My slave then wrapped in the robe and fastened itaround my
waist. Time was passing by faster than Ianticipated. I went back into the
bedroom and sat down at thevanity table. I summoned my slave and told her to
start mymake-over. She knew of the outfit I would be wearing andadjusted her
make-up knowledge to accent it perfectly. Afterwhat seemed like minutes but
really took 2 hours she wasdone. I was very pleased with the results. Most woman
wishedthey looked as good as I did. I looked in the mirror andstated to my slave
" Too Good For Mortal Men " and I smiledand gave my slave a wink showing
approval of her hard work.I took my slave into the playroom and chained her to
eyeletsin the ceiling. I then took my suede whip that had multiplelashes
attached and began to whip her. She enjoyed thesesessions. Each session the
whippings became longer and harderwhich is what my slave enjoyed. I got lost in
the whippingwhen I realized it was now 5:15 pm. I untied her and told herto lay
my things out for the evening and that I would be in afew minutes and she was to
assist me in dressing. Everythingwas ready for me when I entered the bedroom. My
slave helpedme off with my robe and hung it up. She then held my bra outfor me
and I slipped my arms in, she adjusted the bra so thatmy breasts jutted out and
then snapped the back closure. Thered crotchless panty hose was the next item to
go on. Myslave was careful not put a run in the hose for she knew howdispleased
I would have become. My slave then held my redsatin "G" string open by my feet
and I stepped into it. Myslave's hands felt really sensual as she brought the
"G"string up my legs. The halter dress came next. The Bra was ahalter bra and
was perfectly hidden at the neckline to givethe appearance of being braless. My
slave zipped up the backand then went to get my pumps. She kneeled in front of
me asI raised my left foot she place the 5" inch red heel on myfoot. I then
raised the other foot and she did the same. As Iplaced both feet together my
slave bowed over and kissed myfeet. I told my slave to rise as she had done a
splendid joband that she would be rewarded for such at are next session.I
checked the time and it was now 6:30 pm. I had just enoughtime remaining to
apply my WINGS perfume gather my purse andhail a cab. I arrived at the Dungeon
at 6:55 pm. Not a momentto soon. Right on my heels was Lady Ramanda. She told me
hownice I looked and that she was sure that Mistress WickedSwords would be
pleased. We both entered the Dungeon andescorted by a slave to the reception
room. Our wait was not along one. I heard the all to familiar gong sound and
theBlack Door opened as Mistress Wicked Swords made herentrance. I imediately
fell to my knees and waited for hersignal. Mistress approached and placed her
leather clad handunder my chin and told me to rise. I stood for herinspection.
Mistress Wicked Swords said "Nancy you SLUT youalways knew how to dress to
please your Mistress, Come now wewill be going." I was pleased that Mistress
would complimentme. We left the Dungeon for our journey to Metropolis.
LadyRamanda drove while I sat in the middle between these twobeautiful women. My
heart was racing while my mind wasreeling with the thoughts of the evening of
what lied ahead.
We arrived at the parking lot in Metropolis at 8:45 pm. It
seemed that the eyes of the city where watching my every move
as we left the car and walked the two blocks to the "SAFE".
Mistress told me to be careful as the stairs leading down
into the "SAFE" can be a little hard to navigate in heels. I
made it to the bottom with no trouble and I paid the entrance
fee for the three of us. This was truly a Dungeon's Dungeon.
they had all the equipment one could possibly ask for. Chains
hung from the ceiling along with assorted chairs used for
restraining people. Mistress Wicked Swords placed her collar
around my neck and attached her leash to me. She told me she
did not want anyone else playing with her property without
her permission. Then she told me to remove my halter dress. I
did this without hesitation or question. Mistress Wicked
Swords wanted everyone to see my beautiful Tattoo. It glowed
in the dim light of the "SAFE". I was paraded thru all the
different and introduced to countless Mistress's and Master's
who told my Mistress that she had a wonderful slave. Mistress
Wicked Swords then took me to the ceiling chains and had Lady
Ramanda cuff me and raised my arms high and wide. Mistress
Wicked Swords took out her riding crop and began to whip me.
I cooed with estacy with each blow. Mistress always put a lot
of energy into whippings when a slave moans loud and long. I
was a great moaner. After 50 lashes Mistress worked up a head
of steam and then took out the heavy artillery. The fiber
rods were next. Oh how I learned to love the fiber rods. They
actually whistled through the air before they struck you. My
moans became squeals with each shot. My ass cheeks where hot
and almost as red as my fishnet stockings. Between each shot
Mistress would rub her soft hands all over my hot buns making
the sensation almost unbearable with estacy. Scenes like this
always drew a crowd. I held my head up high and took each
shot with pride that I was just beginning a new life as a
Mistress myself when this evening was over. It made the
whippings easier to absorb. The whipping went on for about 45
minutes and then I was released from my bondage. Mistress
Wicked Swords was totally exhausted. I escorted her over to
the bar where she sat and had diet coke while I massaged her
neck and back. I didn't even attempt to sit down as my ass
probably would have set the stool on fire. Mistress Wicked
Swords looked around for some fresh slaves. I was a little
hurt by this but she reassured that I would never be replaced
but now that I was to be a full time Mistress myself she
would need a replacement for me. I felt much better hearing
that. As much as I wanted to be a Mistress, I never could
survive without being with Mistress Wicked Swords. When we
left the "SAFE" the first signs of daylight where just
starting to appear. Lady Ramanda retrieved the car and we
headed home. The ride home was a little uncomfortable for my
ass, But I got use to it. The two ladies dropped me off at my
apartment and I bid them farewell till our next session. I
collapsed on the bed and dreamed of what the future might
hold for a lady called Mistress Nancy. SUBMITTED FOR APPROVAL
THE BEGINNING........
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