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Lady, Part 1
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Lady part 1
As he was scanning through his mail, a particular piece of mail caught his
eye, "It is time." He was very excited as he read it:
You have been taught all that I can teach you over e-mail, it is time
to complete your training. You must come to my Vault [what she calls her
dungeon] for the final stage. The address of my Vault is 6734 Flagell
Way. You will ring the doorbell at exactly 4:00 pm Friday no earlier, no
later.
Ms.
He couldn't believe it, all of his e-mail training would be put use. He
could hardly wait. Thoughts started racing through his mind:
what will she look like
what will she think of me
what will I say
As he slowly returned to earth, he realized that it would all be answered
tomorrow.
He pulled into the driveway at 3:58. Slowly, he got out of the car and
walked to the front door. After checking his watch, 4:00 on the nose, he
pushed the doorbell.
The door swung open, "Welcome servant (he had graduated from slave after
designing some particularly nasty bondage equipment for her)." With an elegant
swish of her arm, she invited him in.
"First the ground rules: eyes down at all times, do not speak unless spoken
to, you are here for my satisfaction and not yours-do not come unless I give
you permission. Now that you have looked me over, EYES DOWN!"
He complied immediately. She was absolutely beautiful, but he could not
see the shape of her body, for she was wearing a trenchcoat.
"You were late!"
He lifted his head.
She smiled to herself as she got the desired response.
"But my watch said 4:00." He realized his error too
late.
"First, what I say goes! Second, you will never contradict me again! Third,
you will be punished severly for your insolence!"
"You have been demoted to slave. Follow me, slave."
He followed he to a large, cherry door. It had a sign on it, "The Vault."
As she unlocked the door, he imagined what terrors might law before him. His
heart jumped as she opened the door.
She slowly lead him down some stairs to another door. She slipped a
blindfold over his eyes before she opened the door.
She softly grabbed his hand and led him past the door. She smiled as she
looked around the room. She wondered if he had any idea that his own designs
were to be used against him.
He heard the door close and lock in one continuous motion. He could feel
the size of the room and was wondering if he was ready. He had no choice, as a
part of his acceptance for e-mail training, he had to agree that he would one
day be trained in person. At the time, it seemed like a little thing, but he
now began to realize the gravity of his situation. He had told her his
deepest, darkest fantasies, he had designed equipment for her.
"Oh shit," he said. He had just realized three things all at once: he had
just spoken, he had used profane language in her presence, and all the bondage
equipment that he had designed was about to be used against him.
"What did you say," she commanded.
He was silent.
"Answer me!"
"I am sorry, owner(that is what he was to call her, she had said that he
could not address her as Mistress until he had completed his training)."
"What did you say?!"
Reluctantly he replyed, "Oh shit."
He expected an immediate slap but did not get one.
She had heard what he had said, she wanted to make sure he knew. The smiled
as he flinched, he would not get off that easily!
She left him in the middle of the room while she removed her coat. She
loved the clothes she was wearing, it scared slaves while still allowing them
to pleasure her. It was her best ensomble and she saved it for special
occasions. She was as impressed with his looks as he was with hers. She
admitted to herself that she was actually wearing this to impress him, but
decided that it would also show him what he will be serving. She put on her
six inch heeled, thigh boots and laced them up.
She returned to where se had left him and removed his blindfold. He did
not look up as she removed the blidfold. "He is learning," she thought. You
may view me now.
As he lifted his eyes, what stood before him was an unbelivable body
tightly wrapped in more leather and rubber that he had ever seen before in his
life. The foundation seemed to be a sort of rubber body stocking with a full
crotch opening. Next was a very heavy leather corset that shrunk her waist to
a size that he had only seen in the Guiness Book of World Records. Attached to
it were several garters that held the tops of her boots up. Her busom was held
in a leather push-up bra that only more emphasized the proportions of her
breasts. The eeather thong that covered her sex did barely that.
"Strip," she commanded, "and return your gaze to the ground!"
He complied, but hesitated as he reached his boxers.
"Big mistake! Remove them now, you modesty is not required!"
After they were removed, she locked a collar around his neck. "Now begins
your training."
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