Don’t just look

‘I know that you have been having naughty dreams about the new maid that my parents have employed my dear boyfriend so I thought it would be very kind of me if I introduced you to her properly although I fear it’s not going to be in quite the way you had hoped’ Paula says as she has led Ken into the maids bedroom. Lying on the bed with her head down and bottom raised is the maid in question and her skirt has been thrown clear of her bottom exposing her knickers and a bottom that has been recently caned to judge from the stripes that are decorating it.

‘Don’t just look at her dumbly get down there and kiss the cane weals better and then you can remove her knickers and lick her pussy and bottom and should she not climax under the attention of your tongue then it is you that shall be feeling the sharp bite of my cane’ Paula continues sharply. Ken looks at Paula and sees that she is deadly serious in what she has said so he kneels on the floor at the end of the bed and starts to kiss the red stripes on the pale white skin bringing little moans from the girl. When all of the stripes have been kissed Ken changes to running his tongue along the length of them and this brings a different sort of moan from the girl so Ken reaches up and lowers her knickers. After just one kiss to the lips in front of him Ken is pulled back by Paula.

‘I’m afraid you’ve had your chance to make her climax Ken’  Paula announces pulling Ken out of the room and back to her own bedroom where she strips him down and pushes him down over the end of her bed.

‘I’ll teach you to have naughty thoughts about another girl’ Paula says as she starts to wield the cane on Ken’s bottom.

Rescued

I moved a long way from home to go to university and then moved even further away for a very good job that went very well for the first couple of years. Things started to go downhill when I was promoted into a different team within the company and my new team leader took a dislike to me because he seemed to be afraid that I was after his job which wasn’t true. He decided that the safest thing for him to do would be to get rid of me and when the company was next looking to make some financial savings he proposed me for redundancy and much to my disgust the company accepted his suggestion. I started off trying to fight the decision because I knew what was behind the decision but I wasn’t having any success so in the end just gave up and took the money that was on offer. At least the redundancy package was generous and while I started to look for other jobs I didn’t find one straight away and this led to me revisiting many of my former bad habits such as drinking heavily, smoking far too much and gambling.

Prior to my redundancy I’d been saving quite hard in the hope of putting a deposit down on a place of my own but this money was transferred back into my normal account so that I could fund my bad habits. What had started off as sensible drinking and gambling soon began to spiral out of control and I was aware enough to see where it was leading but because I couldn’t seem to get another job I didn’t really care and was just letting it happen. Somehow word of my behaviour and the state I was in got back to Jessica, my first ever girlfriend from school days, and who if I was being honest I still had very strong and deep feelings for. Jessica travelled down to Birmingham one Friday and spent the entire weekend trying to locate me to talk some sense into me because even she didn’t realise quite the state I was in. She eventually caught up with me early on the Sunday evening when I was sitting in a real dive of a pub with a pint and a whisky in front of me and lots of empties sitting on the table. As soon as Jessica saw me a look of pure disgust came over her face, it was probably just as well that the girl I’d been drinking with all afternoon had gone home or that look would have been much worse.

Without saying a word to anyone Jessica pulled me to my feet and I almost fell over because I was so drunk. Keeping a tight hold of my arm Jessica led me out of the pub and shoved me into the front seat of her car. Without a care for anyone seeing her she tied my ankles with rope and then fitted leather cuffs around my wrists and padlocked them together. I was so insensible that I didn’t put up any fight against these restraints and then Jessica threw her coat in my lap so that the restraints were hidden from the view of any passing motorist as she started to drive.

Jessica drove to my flat and rifled through my pockets to find my keys before asking me where all of my papers are kept. I slurred something completely unintelligible which clearly angered Jessica but she didn’t say anything just got out of the car and locked the doors to prevent me from going anywhere. About three quarters of an hour later Jessica returned to the car carrying a large sheaf of papers and then she went back to get a couple of big suitcases and some black bags. Jessica put the papers into a briefcase that was sitting on the back seat of the car and the rest of the stuff was stowed in the boot before Jessica got back into the car and started to drive. Jessica took the car through Birmingham and then out onto the motorway heading north and after a little bit I was getting restless as I needed a drink and a cigarette but there was no way that Jessica was going to stop the car and allow me to have one.

Eventually I slipped into an alcohol induced sleep and it was the following morning when I woke up with a raging hangover and the first thing I wanted to do was get a drink from the whisky bottle that was beside my bed but I wasn’t able to move as tight ropes were binding me to the bed. It was only then that I realised that I wasn’t in my own flat and I looked round to find myself lying in a crisp, clean double bed in a completely unfamiliar room. Sitting at the end of the bed was a woman who I didn’t recognise and as soon as she saw that I was awake she left the room and returned a few moments later with Jessica. Jessica sat on the side of the bed and turned my head towards her.

‘This might seem very strange to you Ken but there are still a lot of people who care deeply for you, including me, and they are not prepared to sit back and watch your self-destructive habits destroy you completely. For that reason I have brought you back to my house in Scotland where you will be kept until such time as you are clean and I have broken the addictions that are tearing you apart. By the time I am through with you I can promise you that you will never touch a cigarette, drink a drop of alcohol or gamble again. At this stage you do not need to know how I am going to achieve this but it will happen so you would be as well resigning yourself to the inevitable now. Shortly a Doctor will be coming to give you a complete physical and psychological examination and you will remain bound in this position until that is completed’ Jessica says coolly.

I start to protest but Jessica simply walks out of the room ignoring me completely. I try to free myself but there is no way that the ropes were going to give way so in the end I just lay there thinking about what Jessica had said. In a way her words had pleased me but the overriding emotion within me was anger at being unable to get a drink or a cigarette. A short while later, although it seemed like hours, a Doctor was led into the room by Jessica who untied me and then made sure that I complied with all of the Doctor’s instructions. It was a very full physical examination and included the collection of both a blood and urine sample for further analysis but this was the easy bit because then the psychological side of the examination started.  I was questioned extensively about my addictions and what had allowed me to let them spiral out of control because I’d told the Doctor that for a while I was aware of it happening but chose not to stop it. From this conversation we moved onto other aspects of my life and I felt like I was under a powerful microscope being dissected by both the Doctor and Jessica who although she was not saying anything she was taking her own notes.

At the conclusion of the examination the Doctor didn’t say anything to me but she went out of the room with Jessica and I imagined that she was giving Jessica an initial report. I sat on the bed shaking probably as a result of withdrawal symptoms more than the cold or the emotion of being questioned so thoroughly. I have no idea how long I am left on my own but Jessica eventually comes back in to the room flanked by two other women.

‘Ken I would like you to meet Kelly and Sally my housemates and close friends. From listening to you speaking to the Doctor and then from speaking to the Doctor myself it is clear that the loss of your job hit you harder than you were prepared to admit to yourself and left you battling depression and self doubt which is why you succumbed to your self-destructive habits and decided not to battle against them. The Doctor thinks that while the addictions have taken a grip they are not so firmly ingrained in you that they can’t be broken but the key to this is giving you a purpose to life, something to get up for every morning and something that you enjoy doing. She also thinks that with medical treatment your dependency on nicotine and alcohol can be lessened to the point where your willpower can take over and she will be setting out a course of treatment to take you to this point in a sensible time period. Although Kelly and Sally don’t know you directly they do know you through me and what I have said about you and they have agreed to help me in cleaning you up. I remember very clearly from when we were going out together the pleasure you got from looking after my needs through things like cooking for me and making me cups of tea. Based on this I am convinced that the role of our housekeeper will give you the purpose that you need in your life so this is the role that you will fulfil. It is clear however that you will need very close supervision and guidance through this next part of your life and we will be able to provide this for you because we all work different patterns in our jobs and you will obey each of us equally’ Jessica says to me.

‘Thank you Jessica’ I say involuntarily and it seems to take them as much by surprise as it did me because we just looked at each other.

Over the next few weeks I grew accustomed to my new role and started to feel more settled because it gave me a real structure and sense of achievement when I got praise for a job well done. I wasn’t so sure that the medical treatment for my addictions was doing much good though and when the full report came through from the Doctor it revealed that there was no long term damage from the drinking or the decidedly risky sexual games I’d been playing which gave Jessica the spur she needed to add sexual service to her to the domestic service that I was providing all of them. Jessica seemed to be of the opinion that the medical treatment wasn’t working quickly enough and she decided that she would change the treatment program. I was gradually weaned off of the medical treatment and in its place came willpower building exercises. Temptation was left out for me in the shape of alcohol and cigarettes and sometimes I was even offered these directly but if I succumbed to the temptation I found myself being caned or whipped by Jessica, Kerry and Sally.

This regime had more immediate and positive effects on me and after about six months my cravings were completely broken and I could watch all of them having wine without even wanting a drink myself which was what Jessica wanted to see and more important I had come to realise that it was what I wanted as well. Jessica gave it another couple of months of this treatment just to be sure that I had beaten the addictions and then one morning when we were lying together in bed she turned to me.

‘Ken I have been very pleased with the progress you have made and think that you are completely clean so you now have a choice to make. You can remain here as our housekeeper and my lover or you can leave both roles while trying to find another job with all of the risks that this entails should you fail to find something that provides you with a fulfilling role because if you go off the rails again then there will be no-one who is prepared to save you and you will be left to self-destruct’ Jessica says seriously.

‘Jessica, there is no choice to make. I have never been happier than I am at the moment so I would like to remain as housekeeper for the house and as your lover’ I answer.

‘I’m so glad but I thought I’d better give you the option’ Jessica says before giving me a kiss and when Kerry and Sally hear that I will be remaining in the position they are equally delighted.

The dining club

Two very wealthy divorcees in their mid thirties came up with the idea of establishing a Dining Society for other single ladies throughout the Edinburgh area and they quickly brought together a group of about twenty ladies from all different social backgrounds but the one thing they had in common was that they were all divorcees and in the majority of cases the divorces had been as a result of the infidelity of the husband. Separate meetings of the group were held with one held in the afternoon and one in the evening so that people got the chance to attend regardless of whether they were working or not. The meetings always take the form of a lovely meal, either lunch or dinner, followed by discussions and demonstrations of various activities with the most common topics being sex and sexual fantasies. At each of the meetings the founders of the group provide a handful of male escorts for the pleasure of the audience who can take them away for some private time for a very small fee.

At one of the lunches a young single mother made the suggestion that as opposed to hiring in male escorts for the events it might be more cost effective to retain the services of a stable of male slaves who could also be put to use at other times by any member of the group and who could also be held responsible for all of the catering. This idea was discussed at length and by the end of the afternoon it had been agreed that it would be a good idea as the fees that had been gathered for the use of the escorts could be put to use buying equipment to torment the slaves with and they could also be subject to a small hire fee if being used by an individual member of the group. The young lady that had made the suggestion was tasked with drafting up a suitable advertisement and bringing in details of where she proposed to put the advertisement. At the lunch and dinner the following week all of the details were approved and the young lady was given authorisation to place the advertisements in the places that she had suggested.

I saw the advertisement on one of the major BDSM websites fairly shortly after it had been posted and thought that it must have been a joke as it appeared too good to be true but I thought I would reply to the advertisement anyway. I certainly didn’t expect to receive a reply as quickly as I did and this gave me a few further details of the position and an application form to complete and return by email within twenty four hours if I wished to be considered further for the position. I most definitely wanted to be considered so filled in the application form and had emailed it back within a couple of hours. My application was acknowledged and I was told that it would be considered and I will be contacted again if I make it through this first selection and if I am successful then the second test will take place at either a lunch or a dinner for the members of the group that the slaves will be serving.

About ten days later I was contacted by the same young woman telling me that my application had been passed through the first stage and I was to attend for the second stage at 5pm the following evening. I was absolutely delighted and became very nervous at the thought of what awaited me and all day at work I couldn’t get thoughts of the test out of my head. I’d finished a couple of hours early so that I could get home and have a shower before making my way to the address that I’d been given and thankfully it was pretty local to me so I knew the area the address was in well which made it easy to find. I was led into a room where I was faced by a panel containing three women who I later found out were the two founders of the group and the lady who had suggested this scheme in the first place. They grilled me extensively on my application form and my attitudes and it was much worse than any job interview I’d ever had. Following the conclusion of the questioning I was instructed to stand up and strip completely so that they could give me a physical examination. My body is in fairly good shape and although none of the ladies say anything when they are looking me up and down or pinching my skin I think that it is meeting with their approval and their touch is certainly igniting a fire in my groin and my cock is beginning to stir. With me still completely naked I am given a tour of the house and am shown an extensive set of punishment and discipline equipment that is in the basement of the house. This dungeon sets my heart pumping and I can’t wait to feel the contents of it being applied to my body.

I am led to a small room where I find a simple pair of black trousers and a white shirt awaiting me and then just before 7pm one of the women who had interviewed me came and collected me from the room. She introduced herself to me as Shelley and revealed that I was to be her personal waiter and servant for the remainder of the night which would conclude the tests. Shelley revealed at the same time that it was her who had suggested the scheme and who had been in dialogue with me from the start and she complimented me on my profile on the site which was a nice boost to my confidence. I cast a subtle but admiring glance over Shelley as she was speaking to me and saw a stunningly attractive young woman probably in her late twenties like me. Her very striking face was dominated by her high cheekbones and bright red lips both of which drew attention away from her beautiful icy blue eyes. Her hair is cut into a fairly severe bob which gives her an even more dominant appearance. This dominance was helped by the fact that she was very tall and slim with legs that seemed to go on for miles from the hem of her short and sexy black dress.

I escorted Shelley to her seat at the dinner table and filled her wine glass before retiring to the end of the room to await further instructions that came with subtle gestures of her hand or eye contact. Of all the prospective slaves who were on trial that evening, because there were another four men dressed the same as me, I was the quickest to react to my diner and had the most accomplished deportment around the table. After dinner coffee was to be taken in the lounge and I helped Shelley from the table before leading her through to the lounge. I helped her down into one of the sumptuous armchairs before getting her a coffee and then I knelt down at her feet as we had a very interesting conversation about all manner of things. At 11pm Shelley indicated that she was retiring for the night and she took me with her up to the bedroom that she had for the night and I was ordered to strip so that she could carry out a further inspection of my body.

Shelley was watching me very closely as I was stripping and this made me put on a bit of a show for her which was certainly the first time I’d done that. I caught the hint of a smile on her face and then she started to make some very positive comments on my body which brought a smile to my face and a growth to my cock until it was as hard as I’d seen it for a while.

‘You will get the chance to show me what that cock can do later in the evening but first you are going to undress me and then worship my pussy with your tongue’ Shelley says when she has completed her inspection. I take my time undressing Shelley appreciating the beauty of her body as it is revealed to me making sure that as it is bared my hands caress over the silky smooth skin drawing pleasing sighs from Shelley. I take a step back when I have finished undressing Shelley and admire the whole gorgeous body in front of me.

‘You are an absolutely stunning young lady Shelley and it has been a real pleasure serving you so far tonight and I hope that I have met your requirements satisfactorily. I am really looking forward to the next part of my test’ I say dreamily as I am helping Shelley down onto the very soft and luxurious looking bed. I thought of starting my oral worship with Shelley’s feet and legs which are perfect in my eyes but I remember that her instruction had been to worship her pussy so that is what I proceeded to do although I did plant matching kisses on the soft skin of her inner thighs. I ran the tip of my tongue over the outer lips of Shelley’s pussy and was heartened to feel that it was already very wet and the juices tasted very sweet. As I started to work properly on Shelley’s pussy I kept thinking that I was nearing the point where she would climax but she proved very adept at controlling her arousal so that I had to keep working very hard on her. I demonstrated my tenacity and a wide range of different techniques in an attempt to get her to the point of climax and eventually a combination of my actions and a relaxation of Shelley’s self control took her into a very noisy and messy climax with her juices flooding out over my face and I took great delight in licking as much of these up as I could because they were just about the most magical thing I’d ever tasted.

Following this climax Shelley sprawled herself out on the bed and I climbed up onto the bed beside her and tried to bring her back down to earth a bit by floating my tongue over her perfect tummy and teasing her breasts with my fingers. I replace my fingers with my tongue and find that the nipples are very sensitive and as I tease round these shivers run through Shelley’s body. Shelley lets me continue with this for a while before she shows considerable strength and agility to roll me over onto my back and then sit astride my stomach.

‘There is just one test to come and this will quite possibly be the hardest of the lot. I am going to ride that cock of yours and you must not climax until I give you permission to do so. Is that clear?’ Shelley asks, or more accurately states.

‘Yes Mistress that is clear’ I answer without even thinking about it as I certainly hadn’t been instructed to use that term for Shelley but it just seemed to be so natural to use it and it brought a smile to Shelley’s face as she heard it. Shelley was correct in saying that it would be the hardest test because the feelings were sensational and to keep me guessing she changed her tempo and technique just as I was getting used to it which meant that I had to concentrate very hard on not giving in to the pleasure that I was receiving. After what seemed like hours Shelley gave me permission to climax and it was with great relief that I allowed my cock to explode into the condom and I then found the contents of this condom being poured down my throat before Shelley presented me with her very juicy pussy to lick clean. I was allowed the honour of sharing the bed with Shelley that night and cuddled her into me for most of the night.

‘You were very impressive in all of the tests yesterday Ken and will be added to the roster of available slaves. The terms of your agreement will be that you must serve at either lunch or dinner parties once a week and be available for individual members of the group to use a minimum of four out of seven evenings a week. You may be required to serve individual members within this house or at another venue of their choosing which may or may not be public. You will be expected to maintain appropriate standards of behaviour and servitude at all times and any failures in this will result in punishment. Punishments will be at the sole discretion of the individual concerned or the group if they choose to include the group. Your term of slavery will last initially for 1 year but may be renewed at the end of that period subject to your satisfactory performance and it will begin in two weeks time’ Shelley says early the following morning.

‘Thank you Mistress’ I respond.

As I was waiting for the two weeks to pass I became increasingly excited at the prospect and when I was first summoned to serve at a lunch party I took up my own collection of canes and tawses handing the canes over to the group so that they could be placed into the dungeon and handing the tawses directly to Shelley because she was at the party and I really wanted her to be the first person to use them on me.

‘Thank you for these Ken I will take great delight in giving you six with each of them later this afternoon before I take your arse with a strap-on and then you are going to use your tongue to pleasure me again’ Shelley says having picked me as her waiter/partner for the lunch. Again it was a real pleasure serving Shelley’s needs during the lunch. I think the fact that Shelley was so demanding made it feel very special serving her and whenever something was done right she lost no time in giving praise or a playful smack on the bottom. Shelley decided that she would use the tawse in public so immediately after lunch had been cleared away I found myself being bent over the table and beaten. I didn’t know what to expect from Shelley but she was incredibly skilful with the tawses and as well as the skill she had awesome power as well. My bottom felt like it was on fire by the time she had used half of the tawses but this didn’t lead to a lessening of the punishment for which I was truly grateful. The fucking that followed and then my oral servitude also took place in public and led to a few of the other people in attendance doing similar things with the slaves they had selected for the lunch. At the end of the party Shelley talks to the founders of the group and asks for permission to have me serve her individually the following week and this permission was granted much to my delight.

It was agreed that for this week that I would be serving Shelley that I would be collected from, and returned to, the main house of the society so that I could park my car there knowing that it would be safe. When Shelley had collected me she revealed that she had a little girl, Jennie, who was three years old and before going to Shelley’s house she dropped by her best friends flat to collect Jennie who was a very close likeness for her mum and a really bubbly little girl. It wasn’t a long drive to Shelley’s house from her friends flat and we were soon there and quite quickly Jennie was trying to get my attention and I was very happy to give her this attention. I was a godparent to a couple of my university friends’ kids so was used to being around young children and it was always good fun. Shelley could see that I was comfortable with Jennie and she could also see that Jennie was okay around me which pleased her and we played together for a few hours before I went off and explored the kitchen as I was going to cook for them both. It was later in the evening after Jennie had gone off to bed that Shelley and I got the chance to talk properly.

‘You don’t have kids of your own Ken do you?’ Shelley asks.

‘No I don’t have any kids of my own but I’m godfather to a couple of kids and have been to visit them a few times so am comfortable around them and enjoy being with them which surprised me because at school I’d been adamant that I didn’t ever want to have children’ I answer honestly.

‘I can see that you are really comfortable around them and Jennie seems to really like you so I wondered what experience you had with children. I’m glad you enjoy being with them because Jennie will be with us most of the week. You might be wondering about Jennie’s father and it’s only fair of me to tell you. I married Steve when we were both twenty-five having been going out with him for about four years by that time and for the first couple of years things were good between us but then I fell pregnant with Jennie and discovered at the same time that Steve had been having an affair with his secretary. He ran off with her in the middle of the pregnancy but at least I took him to the cleaners in the divorce settlement and since then there has been absolutely no contact from him but that suits me just fine’ Shelley says and I can sense that she is still very angry about the way that Steve treated her.

‘I know that I’m not Steve so it won’t work completely but if you want to work your anger out on my body then please feel free to do so or alternatively I can give you a massage to try and take the anger away’ I say.

‘You are very perceptive Ken. None of my dates have picked up on this anger even though I’ve said similar things to them. As much as it would be a pleasure to take out my anger and frustration on your body I fear that it would be too destructive for you to take but the second option of a massage sounds very nice’ Shelley answers.

‘Thank you I have quite a bit of counselling experience so I’m a very good listener. I wouldn’t worry too much about my body as I am very strong and resilient’ I say.

‘It sounds from that as if you want me to thrash you and see just how far you can go’ Shelley quizzes.

‘Yes that is true Shelley. When you used the tawses on me last week I was in absolute heaven because you had so much skill and power that I wanted more. When it was agreed that I would be serving you for a week I hoped that this would give you lots of scope to thrash me’ I say.

‘You just get better as a slave Ken’ Shelley says and later on in the evening once Jennie has been asleep for a while I find myself being led out into the second garage. Shelley stripped me naked and fastened my ankles and wrists into leather cuffs that she then attached to hooks in the back wall of the garage. There was quite a range of different punishment equipment in the garage and although Shelley started off quite gently with some of the tawses and a whip her anger took over although she retained perfect control with it which meant that I was quickly able to relax into the sensations that were washing through my body. It was a long and very hard thrashing that I was subjected to but when Shelley finally put the last implement down and put her hands on my shoulders I felt utterly possessed by her and it was a magical feeling. Shelley released me from my bonds and pulled me into a hug before she took me back into the house and tended to all of the cuts that she’d left on my back and bottom. Her touch was very gentle and I got the sense that she had finally dealt with her anger and I know that it had certainly dealt with the frustration I’d been feeling for a while. That night Shelley made very tender love to me and I realised that I’d found the Mistress that I’d been seeking since these desires had been awakened within me many years ago.

Over the week that I was serving Shelley it became clear to both of us just how happy we were together and that there was a growing love between us as well as my submission to her. What was even nicer was that Jennie seemed to be really settled with me in the house considering that for all of her life she had been used to having her mum’s attention all to herself. On the Friday evening before Shelley took me back to the house to free me on the Saturday morning she sat down with me and we talked about the week.

‘It has been a brilliant week Ken. I’ve never felt as happy and secure as I have the past three days it’s been like a complete family again. I know it’s only been a very short time but I feel that you are the right man for me and Jennie and I’d love to see you again but outside of the confines of the group so that we can really get to know each other’ Shelley says.

‘Thank you Shelley I’ve really loved being here with you and Jennie. I realised after the thrashing that you gave me on the first night and then during the very gentle aftercare and as we were in bed that night that you were the Mistress that I’ve been seeking all my life. I’ve been falling in love with you and Jennie all week and it has been like being part of a family which is brilliant. Yes I know it is very quick but I’d love to see you again and to settle down with the two of you’ I answer.

‘That sounds almost like a proposal to me Ken’ Shelley says with a grin on her face.

‘Well it wasn’t actually a proposal but that is only because I thought you would think it was far too hasty an approach on my part’ I say.

‘Well it would take everyone by surprise but I would certainly have no objections if you did want to take the next step’ Shelley replies with the same grin on her face.

‘Well in that case may I make things more formal and ask if you would do me the great honour of marrying me’ I ask having got to my knee beside Shelley.

‘It would be my absolute pleasure to accept this proposal and also to take you on as my slave’ Shelley answers before pulling me to my feet and into a hug that ends with a long, sloppy kiss. Before going back to the house the following morning Shelley, Jennie and I went into town ring shopping and found exactly what we were looking for so ordered them. Shelley dropped Jennie off at her best friends flat before we went to the group house so that I could retrieve my car and so that Shelley could tell them that we would both be leaving the group.

‘Well was the slave’s performance satisfactory’ one of the founders of the group asked as soon as Shelley had sat down in the lounge.

‘Yes his performance was more than satisfactory’ Shelley answered.

‘That’s a shame because we were rather looking forward to having a reason to give him a thrashing when you brought him back given how well he took his tawsing from you last week’ was the comment that came back from the other founder of the group.

‘Yes he does take punishment really well and I’m about to give you a reason to punish him. Over the week we were together we became very close and having Ken around made me and my daughter really happy. It felt like a proper family and when I was talking to Ken about the week last night he told me that he’d felt exactly the same way and after some gentle persuasion on my part he proposed to me. Naturally I accepted this proposal so we will both have to leave this wonderful group that you have set up and that alone is worth a thrashing for Ken’ Shelley explains.

‘Oh that’s wonderful news for the two of you and it doesn’t surprise us because there was an obvious attraction and connection between you when you were together at the lunch party the other week. Stealing the heart of a group member is certainly grounds for a thrashing and there are two other conditions that we will place on your resignation from the group Shelley. Firstly we will want an invitation to the wedding and secondly we will require Ken to serve at a final dinner party prior to his thrashing’.

‘Thank you both and of course you will both be invited to the wedding. Of course I will allow Ken to serve at a final dinner party and why don’t we make it a real challenge for him. He could be the only slave in attendance so would have to serve all of the guests and it would be good if as many could attend as possible so how about a Friday evening. That way his thrashing could also include any mistakes he makes in serving at the dinner party and we could ensure there are plenty by running him off his feet. I wouldn’t take part in the thrashing myself because I would like to watch how he takes it and anyway there will be ample enough opportunities for me to thrash him when he is my husband and slave’ Shelley says.

‘Oh you have a wicked imagination Shelley. That is all good and I’m sure that the others will be delighted with the prospect. We will set up a date for this dinner party and then let you know as you will be the guest of honour for the occasion’.

‘Thank you, I will look forward to being the guest of honour and thank you for all the support and encouragement you’ve given me over these past couple of years it has been a wonderful experience and although I’ll no longer be eligible for membership of the group I hope that we will keep in touch’ Shelley says as we are just about to leave to fetch Jennie. Shelley is going to take this opportunity to tell her best friend about us so this time I go up with her to see Jane. Although Shelley’s announcement comes as a real surprise to Jane she can see from the way that we are together that it is real.



The visits

I am living on the edge of a small village just outside of Perth with my long-term girlfriend, Annabel, when a new couple move into the house nearest to us and the weekend after they have moved in Annabel invites the new couple over for dinner to be friendly neighbours as we knew ourselves that it was quite difficult to get to know the locals. Annabel makes the arrangements for the dinner and I do all the cooking for it because I generally do the cooking for the two of us anyway. Annabel greets Shelley and Phil with the offer of a drink when they arrive and I follow in a couple of minutes later having made some final preparations for dinner. Immediately I step into the room I am aware of the tension between Shelley and Phil and it builds throughout dinner where Phil treats Shelley like dirt all evening. Phil very rarely lets Shelley say anything and when she does speak he either cuts her off or contradicts everything that she has said. Not only that but Phil is coming out with some very chauvinistic comments and treats Shelley as his slave. Now if Annabel was to do this with me then I would love it because I am naturally submissive but Shelley’s increasing anger suggests that this certainly isn’t welcome behaviour on her part. Annabel knew of my desires but she had told me early on that she couldn’t meet them and it didn’t dawn on me at the time that this was because she was also submissive.

Although I tried to hide my submissive nature from people Shelley must have picked up on it during the dinner although she didn’t say anything that night. I have an office at home and am able to work from home regularly and it is obvious when I’m doing this because my car remains parked in the drive way. One morning as I was working at home I saw Shelley heading across to my house and she kept looking round nervously to see if anyone was watching her so I went and opened the door for her leaving it slightly ajar so she could walk in quickly without having to wait for me to answer it. Shelley closed and locked the door behind her seeing me standing at the other end of the short hall way. With an intense look in her eyes Shelley walked up to me and started to snog me very aggressively. I was taken aback by this and didn’t react before Shelley broke off the kiss and led me by the hand into our dining room.

‘I recognised the deeply submissive personality that you have Ken when I was here for dinner last Saturday night and I could see that this sits unanswered as Annabel herself is submissive. You saw very clearly how Phil treats me and I know that you recognised the frustration and anger within me at this treatment. This frustration and anger is because I have a very Dominant sexual personality but Phil has seen to it that I cannot express this. What I am telling you Ken is that our desires are perfectly complementary and therefore I am going to become your Mistress to ensure that we can both satisfy these desires. Now kneel down in front of me and worship my pussy’ Shelley commands.

I was slow to react to the instruction because of my sheer surprise at it so Shelley put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me down to my knees in front of her. I carefully dropped Shelley’s jeans and knickers before working on her sex which is already hot and wet probably because of a combination of excitement and nerves. It didn’t take long for Shelley to climax but she took hold of my hair and held me in place to indicate what she wants from me. After another couple of climaxes Shelley used her grip on my hair to pull me back to my feet.

‘That was very good slave’ Shelley says and I am filled by a warm glow by this praise, ‘I have a large collection of equipment that will allow me to dominate and punish you in many different ways but it is in store at the moment. I can’t keep it in my house because Phil will find it so I am going to have it delivered here and you will hide it from Annabel but make sure that it is available to me when I come round to dominate you which will be often’ Shelley commands before she leaves me in a daze. Hiding this equipment from Annabel shouldn’t be a problem because I can leave it in my office because Annabel never ventures in here because she works hard in her own job and doesn’t want to end up in the same type of situation at home and anyway we have another computer set up for us to use.

Shelley’s equipment was delivered early the following week and there were a lot of boxes but I didn’t look in any of them. Shelley came across a day after the boxes have been delivered and after having me worship her orally again she started to unpack the boxes. A wide range of punishment implements were pulled from the boxes along with lots of rope, chain and other restraints. One of the other boxes contained a range of anal toys which frightened and intrigued me at the same time.

‘You are going to feel every piece of this equipment so I hope that you are ready for it my slave’ Shelley whispers in my ear before delivering a slap to my face which takes me by surprise but it was a great feeling. Shelley’s visits were becoming more frequent although she is still cautious when she crosses the road to my house although I’ve given her a key that means she can come in the back door which gives her even more privacy. A pattern develops to Shelley’s visits with each of the starting with me licking her pussy and then she gives me a thrashing before she fucks me with her strap-on. I can tell how Phil has been treating her since her last visit from the severity of her beating and fucking but regardless of how hard it was I loved it. After Shelley has finished fucking me I have to worship her body. This starts with a bath then a massage and on many occasions I see fresh bruises decorating her body but Shelley always orders me not to do anything to Phil which is quite difficult for me to do. My body worship ends with a long spell of oral sex with a set number of climaxes to give Shelley before I am released from service but if my performance has not been satisfactory at any time then I receive another beating. I loved Shelley’s visits and had managed to keep the marks hidden from Annabel although it was difficult at times. Annabel and I had gone for a romantic weekend break in the highlands of Scotland when she discovered the fading marks of a heavy paddling and caning.

‘Do you want to explain those marks to me Ken?’ Annabel demands but there isn’t a great trace of anger in her voice which relaxed me.

‘When we had dinner with Shelley and Phil a few months ago I was aware of Shelley’s natural dominance and her anger and frustration at the way Phil was treating her. You know about my feelings of submission and I know you can’t fulfil these feelings, which is fine but Shelley picked up on these feelings and she came across the following day and started to dominate me. Shelley has been visiting me regularly since that first visit and the treatment I receive reflects the way that Phil has been treating her and the marks that you can see were after a particularly hard week. I know that I should have told you but it has been a real whirl’ I explain.

‘Yes you should have told me but I’m not angry with you because I’m glad that these desires are finally being met. The reason why I can’t dominate you is because I am a submissive as well and as far as I am concerned this changes nothing about the relationship between us but do you think that Shelley would be prepared to dominate me alongside of you?’ Annabel asks.

‘I don’t know if Shelley would be prepared to dominate you alongside me but I will ask her because it would be a dream to submit alongside of you’ I answer giving Annabel a kiss wishing I’d told her earlier. Shelley visited me a couple of days after Annabel and I had gotten back from our break. My beating this time was particularly severe as Phil had been very nasty to her but also because I’ve given my attention to another woman. In addition to the beating and fucking there was a demand for ten orgasms before I was released from my service. When I was released from service Shelley always gives me the opportunity to speak freely to her.

‘At the weekend Annabel and I talked about our relationship and she asked me if you would be prepared to dominate her alongside me because she is a natural submissive as well’ I said and could see Shelley’s face light up.

‘I would be absolutely delighted to have Annabel serving alongside you. I’ve enjoyed the servitude of female submissives in the past and I love the attention that they bring so it would be a delight to have Annabel serving alongside your existing wonderful servitude’ Shelley answers. I told Annabel later that evening that Shelley would be delighted to have her as a slave which delighted Annabel as much as it did me. We managed to speak to Shelley that afternoon and she was going to be able to come across a couple of days later and to begin with Annabel saw Shelley put me through her regular session and there was a look of joy on Annabel’s face at what she was seeing.

After a couple of months we realised that we are blissfully happy and that the combined economic power that Annabel and I have means that Shelly can break free from Phil and become our full-time Mistress if she wanted to take that step. After a few weeks of discussion we all decided that this was what we wanted.

The double

My wife, Jayne, is a great believer in fate and destiny with a particular belief in the concept of doppelgangers and she has already told me that if she ever meets her double then she is going to try and seduce her into bed. I didn’t have a problem with this because Jayne is very happy for me to visit her best friend, Sara, to fulfil my need for punishment and submission which is something that Jayne has no desire to provide me. Sara has a very open dominant streak and a thinly concealed sadistic streak which I adore and find it amusing because they are definitely not traits that most people would associate with librarians. Sara loves her work but there are times that it really frustrates her so she gives me a call so that I can provide her with my bottom so that she can thrash it and take out her frustrations.

Jayne and I are both earning good money although we did work hard for it but there were times when Sara thought that we had an easy life because of the money we have. At one point Jayne had to spend a week in London working on a major deal and before she left she gave Sara a call.

‘You can come and stay here for a week enjoying the servitude of your slave if you want’ Jayne tells Sara.

‘Unfortunately I’m away at a conference for part of the week but I will definitely come over and deal with him sometime because we both know that he will need it’ Sara responds and because the conversation is on speaker phone I hear every word and my heart flutters with each work. Knowing that a beating and a period of servitude will happen but not knowing when or for how long was an exciting and nerve-wracking thought for me. Jayne phoned me on her first night away and she sounded delighted and when she explained that her double was working for the company she was negotiating with I realised why.

‘I have already started the seduction process and it seems to be going really well’ Jayne says gleefully. My week is quiet and I’m thinking that Sara has forgotten about coming to deal with me but early on Thursday evening there is a knock at the front door. Sara is standing on the other side of the door with a large suitcase and I can guess what is contained within the case. Sara leaves the case on the doorstep and walks past me into the house having given my face a slap on the way past. I pick up the suitcase and carry it through to the lounge where Sara is sitting on the sofa with her feet up on a footstool.

‘Slave, I have come straight from my conference so you will get me a glass of chilled white wine and then you will put dinner on. While I am waiting for dinner you will busy yourself giving me a foot massage’ Sara commands as I’ve taken a position on my knees by her legs. ‘You are going to be worked hard for the rest of the week because I’m on holiday and have been looking forward to this period of pampering all week’ Sara concludes before setting me to my tasks with a flick of her wrist.

‘What is Jayne up to at the moment slave’ Sara asks while she is eating dinner.

‘Jayne is currently seducing her doppelganger’ I answer quietly.

‘That girl needs to sing under one of my canes for being such a tart’ Sara answers harshly.

‘I’m sure that you could arrange that’ I answer without thinking realising my mistake half way through the sentence. My mistake was to talk without permission because I wasn’t directly answering a question.

‘I may well do that slave but now it is time that I remind you of the rules since you have clearly forgotten them. Strip completely and bend over the end of this table’ Sara commands and I obey instantly.

‘Now slave explain to me what rules you have broken since I arrived’ Sara demands.

‘I spoke without permission when not answering a direct question Mistress’ I answered thinking this was the only mistake I have made.

‘And’ Sara says.

‘I wasn’t on my knees when you entered’ I answered eventually having wracked my brains for any other mistake.

‘At last slave. I thought the slap to your face might have reminded you but it seems not so let’s see if twenty four with the paddle and thirty six with the cane get through your thick skull’ Sara says sharply. It is quite a while since Sara has punished me so the first blow of the paddle took me by complete surprise and drew a sharp cry from my throat.

‘Interesting’ is Sara’s response to my cry and then she continues to paddle me getting harder as the punishment continues but the only reaction she gets from me after this first cry was a series of groans when the paddle connected with a particularly delicate spot or when she repeatedly attacked the same point. Sara changed to the cane and the sharp sting of this contrasted with the bruising thud of the paddle because Sara has consummate skill with both implements. Sara gave me time to savour each of the strokes of the cane and it was as we are about halfway through that I realise that the pain has transformed itself into pleasure. This always happens when Sara is punishing me it is just how long the change takes that differs between sessions.

‘I have a treat for you slave. The conference I was attending was being held in London and I was able to get away for a little while so I could do some shopping. I was shopping for a new whip and found a couple of perfect examples and your treat is to have these christened on your back. Isn’t that nice of me slave?’ Sara asks and I know that there is only one answer to this question.

‘Yes Mistress it is a pleasure and thank you for thinking of me in this way’ I answer.

‘Did I detect a trace of sarcasm in your voice slave’ Sara demands.

‘No Mistress’ I responded.

‘Mmm I’m not sure I believe you so let’s give you two dozen with each of these whips’ Sara answers as she is pulling a couple of floggers from the top of her suitcase. They both looked pretty formidable implements to me even from this distance but when Sara brought them over to me I realised just how severe they were going to be. One of them only had four tails but each is heavily braided while the other one had lots of tails and each of the tails had a number of knots in them. Sara led me up to the spare bedroom which was where we normally played and there was a wooden cross up against the wall at the far end of the room. Cuffs are permanently fixed to this cross and Sara attached me to these before she started to flog me. Both of the whips are formidable and felt like they were tearing my back to ribbons but even if they were I had such trust in Sara that I was happy to let her continue. Sweat was pouring down my face by the time Sara was finishing and this was mixing with some salty tears which is quite unusual for me but made the whole thing very powerful.

‘I’m going to repeat the punishment tomorrow morning just so that you never forget to greet me in the appropriate way again regardless of how long it is until you serve me again. Then I am going to stay here until Jayne gets home because she is going to taste one of my canes’ Sara says.

‘Thank you Mistress’ I answer.

‘There was definitely impertinence in that voice slave so your punishment will be doubled tomorrow morning. Your only hope is to satisfy me fully tonight and then I might take pity on you’ Sara says. It was a very long and tiring night serving all of Sara’s sexual desires but it was also incredibly enjoyable although my performance wasn’t enough to save me from a double thrashing the following morning and to stifle my cries during this thrashing Sara stuffed her damp panties into my mouth. At the conclusion of my thrashing every part of my body felt like it had gone through an incredibly hard rugby match as I felt so battered and bruised. Sara put me to work as her maid for the day until late in the afternoon when we expected Jayne to return home when Sara took up her regal position in the sofa with me kneeling at her feet. Jayne is on a real high when she gets home and she can’t help but start to tell us both about her exploits with her double who we found out she’d spent last night shagging like mad.

‘You deserve a spanking for being such a slut Jayne’ Sara says and without warning she has pulled Jayne down over her lap. Jayne seems shocked and doesn’t protest even when Sara starts to bare her bottom. Sara gives Jayne’s very pretty bottom a good spanking reddening it all over and making Jayne squirm and squeal.

‘Hand me a cane slave’ Sara commands and I obey watching as Sara holds it halfway down its length and swishing it down into Jayne’s bum a dozen times leaving nice red stripes amidst the general redness.

‘Now Jayne kneel down by my other foot the same as my slave and your husband’ Sara says and as Jayne is obeying this command I can see some tears slowly rolling down her cheeks but there is a totally relaxed look on her face at the same time.

‘My employer is looking to make redundancies and I am thinking of accepting their offer so that I can move in here and take you both on as my slaves because it is clear that you are both utterly depraved and in need of close female control. Your role will be to ensure that all of my needs are met and that I am happy at all times and should you fail to do this then you will be punished. Do you have any questions?’ Sara explains.

My response was to lean forward and plant a kiss on the top of Sara’s boot and very quickly Jayne followed suit.