This should motivate you

‘There are some things I will tolerate for a short time in a new slave and there are some things that I will not tolerate from anyone and one of these is laziness and so far in your service to me I have seen signs of laziness. This comes through in many ways firstly your face betrays you when I give you an instruction that involves any physical work, secondly when you do start on the task you do the absolute minimum amount of work on it and thirdly if you are not under constant supervision you stop working altogether. This is on top of a number of other faults which I have put down to being part of the learning process but my patience has finally run out and I am going to give you a lesson that should motivate you for the future but if it does not then you will be dismissed and sent back to the pool for another Lady to take on. You would not want this to happen because of all of the Ladies that showed an interest in you when you were up for selection I am by far and away the kindest of them’ Lady Rebecca says to Ken as he is kneeling at her feet.

‘Stand up slave and bend over the rail’ Lady Rebecca commands and Ken gets to his feet stiffly and unsteadily.

‘Your fitness and physique is appalling slave and the task I have for you today will start to work off some of this flab. You will remain bending over the rail contemplating what I have said and deciding whether you wish to go back to the pool or whether you wish to remain in my ownership’ Lady Rebecca says before striding off into the house. Ken is bent over the rail for some considerable time before he hears the sharp footsteps of Lady Rebecca returning to him.

‘I am going to cane you fifty times slave and then you are going to take the lawn mower and cut all of the lawn which as you will see is extensive and rather overgrown. You have two hours to complete the task and if it is not completed to my satisfaction then I shall cane you again and this will continue until such time as the task is completed to my satisfaction. Take a tight grip of the middle rail as should your hands move from this position during the caning I will start again’ Lady Rebecca barks sharply before tapping the cane against Ken’s bottom. In the week that Ken has been serving Lady Rebecca she has never physically punished him so he had no idea of what to expect.

‘Crack’

The first stroke had landed and left a very deep and sharp sting which caused Ken to tighten his grip on the rail until his knuckles were showing white with the effort. Lady Rebecca left a short pause between each of her strokes so that the pain could be fully appreciated and it was certainly painful before too long each stroke was accompanied by a moan from Ken. When the final stroke had been delivered Ken’s bottom felt really hard and bruised.

‘If you do not want a repeat and more then I suggest you get on with your task slave. I shall be back in two hours to inspect your work’ Lady Rebecca says before turning on her heels and striding back into the house.

Ken finds the lawn mower and is dismayed to see that it is a very old fashioned mower that works by pushing and even worse there is no grass box to be found for it. Every movement that he makes sets off a wave of pain from his bottom and the sun has come up just to further torment him. Ken starts on his task and the sweat is soon pouring out of him because of a combination of the heat and the exercise which he is not used to and this stings his bottom and when he tries to rub it off he feels the bruising and also gets a trace of red on his hands. With no idea of the time it was taking Ken continued to work away as hard as he could and when Lady Rebecca stepped out onto the deck he was just finishing the last corner of the lawn furthest from her. Ken watches Lady Rebecca step down off of the deck onto the grass and bend down to see if it had been cut and then she started to walk over towards him with the grass cuttings lapping over the top of her boots. The green grass stood out sharply against the black leather of the boots and as Lady Rebecca came closer Ken could see that she had the cane in one hand and a whip coiled at her hip.

‘Well slave you have managed to complete half of the job in the two hours and the sweat is glistening on every inch of your body proving that at least you have been busy and that there is a lot of work needed to get you fit. The half of the job that you have yet to complete is raking up the grass and putting it in the compost bin and on that basis you have not met my requirements and will therefore be further punished. You will follow me’ Lady Rebecca commands before turning on her heel and marching back to the deck with Ken slowly following her as every muscle in his body feels tormented.

‘Put your hands up on this post slave’ Lady Rebecca commands before she winds some rope around the wrists and the posts holding Ken firmly in place.

‘For only completing half of the job you will receive twenty five with the cane and fifty with the whip on your back and then you will clean my boots with your hands before you rake up the grass. You will have one hour to complete this task and should there be a blade of grass left on my boots when I next walk across the lawn you will be whipped again’ Lady Rebecca announces taking up her position behind Ken to administer the caning.

Bought at auction

Scotland gained its independence from the United Kingdom following a series of governments that did not have popular support and the new ruling party in Scotland was one that subscribed to the belief in Female supremacy and the laws that were enacted reflected this belief. It was Ken’s misfortune that he was caught drunk in public the day after the law restricting the consumption of alcohol was brought into force and within twenty four hours he had appeared before the courts and been sentenced.

Ken received a three part sentence that started with a televised caning of twenty four strokes and this was followed by six months in a penal reformatory and the final part of the sentence was five years of slavery after which Ken would either be freed or his owner could petition the authorities to have his slavery extended for anything between another five years and indefinitely, Ken was now approaching the end of his sentence in the penal reformatory which had been very hard going as it was based around hard physical labour with stringent punishments. Ken’s details as a potential slave have been entered into the register for the upcoming public auction by the staff of the penal reformatory using the skills and conduct he had shown during the six month sentence. As a result of the hard physical labour that Ken had endured he was in much better physical condition at the end of his sentence than he had been at the start of it.

On the morning of the auction Ken, and about a dozen others, were given a pair of trunks to wear that covered their modesty but little else. They were all handcuffed and this was connected to a heavy chain that encircled the waist and another heavy chain linked the party together before they were marched through the streets to the large public square that had been created in front of the city hall. This was to be the first public auction for slaves that had been held under the new regime and a large crowd had already assembled in the square even though the auction was not due to start until the afternoon. Ken and his fellow prospective slaves were marched up onto a stage where they were brought to a halt by the guards who proceeded to release them from each other and take a chain that was dangling from one of the posts on the stage and clip this to the chain around the waist allowing some movement.

Only women were permitted to own slaves and those who were registered as prospective buyers were entitled to come up onto the stage to carry out any inspection of the slaves that they wished to make and this included having the guards remove the trunks so that everything could be inspected and this certainly happened to Ken and there seemed to be a lot of interest in him to judge from the number of people that looked him up and down like a head of cattle at the nearby market. A file had been placed on the back of the post and this acted almost like an owner’s manual and a few times Ken could hear the guard being asked a question about him but he could never hear the answer. As the hours to the auction passed more and more women came to inspect the slaves and the audience of men and women grew. There were lots of police circulating through the crowd and on another stage in front of the slaves there was a whipping post and regularly Ken could see the police taking someone up there for a swift and severe punishment as that had become part of the law during his time in the penal reformatory.

‘Ladies we now come to the first of the prospective slaves from the penal reformatory and this one will be of particular interest to you as he has a minimum sentence of five years so could be used for large scale projects. Also this particular prospective slave is the youngest and his record from the penal reformatory indicates that he will be the fittest in the auction today. He has been working on building and ground clearance projects while in the penal reformatory and his disciplinary report shows him to be someone that is accustomed to the lash and the cane but he is manageable and slaves from the penal reformatory come with the added advantage that you have the threat of returning them there to ensure obedience’ the auctioneer announces as Ken has been brought to the front of the stage by two guards who connect him to another post for the duration of the auction.

It becomes obvious to Ken that there are two women who are interested in owning him and this drives the price up and this scares him as they will want to recoup this outlay. In the end one of the women drops out and Ken is taken back to his post to await the end of the auction but before that he is able to see his new owner walking away with an official from the government presumably to complete the formalities of her purchase. Ken had been the fifth slave to be auctioned so he had quite a while to wait before the auction was completed and there was one unfortunate who did not sell and he faced the prospect of being owned by the government until such time as someone bought him and no doubt this would be horrible so in a way Ken was grateful that he had been bought even though he was terrified at the prospect. When the auction was finally completed the slaves were taken down from the stage one at a time and led into the basement of the city hall where there new owners were waiting for them. Ken’s first mistake was to look at his new owner when he was taken into the basement and this mistake was immediately met with a hard slap across his face.

‘You will not look me in the face without permission to do so, your eyes should always be cast down to my feet when you are in my presence unless I instruct you otherwise’ Ken’s new owner barks in a very sharp west coast accent, ‘for that disobedience I am going to have the guard administer twenty lashes with her whip to your back and this will fulfil a secondary objective of seeing just how you react under the lash’ she continues.

‘Hands up against the bars slave and keep a tight grip’ the guard barks before uncoiling and snapping her whip through the air. Ken obeys the order and doesn’t have to wait for long before the first lash lands across his back with fierce power.

‘A silent type I see’ Ken’s new owner says after there is no sound from Ken with the first lash.

‘Yes Ma’am it has always taken a lot to get this particular slave to cry out and if you want my advice make sure that your punishments, and he will need lots of punishment, are always at the severe end of the scale and remember as an inmate of a penal reformatory he is used to routine and heavy punishments’ the guard says.

‘Thank you for the advice and have no fear the regimen that the slave will face will be a match for the one he faced in the penal reformatory’ Ken’s new owner says as the guard returns to whipping Ken. The guard takes her time with the whipping but eventually it is over and Ken is instructed to turn around and this time his eyes are on the floor.

‘You seem to be a quick learner slave and this is good. I hope that it continues for your own sake. For now you do not need to know my name as you will refer to me as Mistress at all times do you understand me?’ Ken’s new owner says.

‘Yes Mistress I understand’ Ken answers.

‘Do you wish me to put an ownership mark on the slave for you before I hand the keys to his shackles over to you?’ the guard asks.

‘No that will not be necessary thank you as I will apply a suitable mark when we reach my property’ Ken’s new owner says.

‘Very well Ma’am I am hereby handing over the slave to your ownership but remember it only takes one phone call to the local police to have him returned to the penal reformatory should he cause you any problems’ the guard says handing over the keys.

‘Thank you. I am sure that he will cause me no problems whatsoever’ Ken’s new owner says as she is fitting the handcuffs and attaching them to the chain encircling Ken’s waist.

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.



Joint property

When we had bought our house it was quite isolated which really appealed to us as did the fact that it was a lovely place with a very big garden. We’d bought it shortly before our marriage having fallen in love with it as soon as we first saw it and once we were in it our adoration for the place only grew as we found more and more original features hidden behind a 1960’s renovation. We did some research on the house and found that it had been built in the early years of the twentieth century for a wealthy coal merchant and his family who we discovered had employed a number of maids. We traced the servants quarters in the house and they had been converted into storage space which seemed like a real waste of the space to us. Having discovered the history of the house we decided that our renovations were going to try and bring back as many of the original features as possible while bringing the services in the house up-to-date so that we could enjoy living in it.

It was quite disappointing to us when planning permission was granted by the local council for a small estate of twenty houses to be built on the adjoining fields including one that would sit adjacent to our garden. We had put in an objection to the development but it hadn’t been successful and we almost decided to fence in our garden but hadn’t got round to doing it by the time that the house was built and occupied. Personally I was quite glad that we hadn’t built the fence because the house closest to us was bought by a woman of about our age who lived there on her own. I was out working in the garden shortly after the woman had moved into the house and she came out into her garden as I was working and she stood watching me for a couple of minutes while I finished off digging out the rose bed as the plants were getting transferred so that a patio could be laid there. I rested on my shovel and looked across at our neighbour who gave me a very nice smile.

‘Hello, that is a lovely garden you have their perhaps you could give me some advice on my own garden because I’m probably the least green-fingered person you are likely to meet. I’m Anna by the way and I’ve just moved into this new house’ she says.

‘It’s a pleasure to meet you Anna. I’m Ken and while I’d like to take credit for this garden I can’t as most of it is the work of my wife, Helen. I’m sure that Helen will be delighted to offer you advice and help with your garden. Perhaps you would like to come round for dinner with your partner this weekend’ I say.

‘That would be lovely and I will be on my own as I’m currently single. Shall we say 7.30pm on Saturday evening?’ Anna says.

‘That would be perfect’ I say and will tell Helen when she gets back from her book club meeting later on in the evening as she will do all of the preparations as she is a wonderful hostess. I was somewhat surprised that Anna didn’t have a partner as she was a very attractive woman in my eyes being tall, slim with long legs and a lovely curve to her bottom. Anna’s hair was jet black and her face was quite pale and with the black clothes that she was wearing it gave her the look of a Goth which I’d always found very nice at school.

A few minutes before 7.30 on the Saturday Anna turns up at our front door with a nice bottle of white wine and some flowers both of which she presents to Helen when I introduce the two of them. All through the meal and afterwards Anna demonstrates a very open and interesting character and she sparks off some very stimulating conversations that makes the night really good fun and it is well after 2am when Anna makes the short walk back to her own house. As it was such a lovely day on the Sunday I got my motorbike out and went for a long ride which blew away all of the cobwebs and when I got back late in the afternoon I saw Helen standing with Anna giving her advice over what she could do with her garden.

Helen chose to work as a freelance virtual assistant for her own pocket money. At least that is what she always claimed to be doing and because I trusted her I never did anything to check but I was in for a very nasty shock when I returned home from my own job one evening. I walked through the house to the lounge where I normally found Helen waiting for me but this time the first person I saw on entering the room was Anna and she looked calm and composed which was certainly more than could be said for Helen who I quickly discovered. An utterly naked Helen was tied securely to one of the dining room chairs fidgeting around on it with her head bowed.

‘I happened to be in my garden this afternoon doing some reading for a course that I’m doing when I saw something going on in your lounge Ken. I was a little worried that it was a break-in or something like that so I watched to see what was going on and what I saw was your wife putting on a strip show and then playing with herself in front of two men before she offered herself up to them. I wondered if it was a forced session but as I kept watching I saw the men handing over cash to Helen so I realised that she was whoring her body out. As soon as the two men left I let myself in through the kitchen and confronted Helen. She tried to claim that you knew and approved of this career but I didn’t believe that for one second so I sat down on the chair and spanked a confession out of her’ Anna says pausing for breath momentarily. I was shocked and angry at this revelation and still Helen had not looked up at me but tears were now dripping down onto her body.

‘I spanked her some more and then tied her to the chair to await your return this evening so that she could explain the situation to you. I have to tell you that she offered me the use of her body and all of the money from today’s session if I would promise not to tell you what I’d seen but I was not prepared to do this. In fact I feel that Helen deserves a much more severe punishment for betraying you in this way and I would love to be the one to give her this’ Anna says and as she is uttering the last words she is laying a tawse, cane, paddle and crop on the sofa beside her, ‘and I also have a proposal to put to you’ Anna concludes. Helen has been looking at the implements and sobs run through her body.

‘I’m all ears to your proposal Anna and I’m minded to allow you to thrash my treacherous whore of a wife’ I say more calmly than I thought possible. Anna leads me out through the conservatory into the garden where Helen would be able to see us if she wanted to look but she certainly wouldn’t hear what was being heard as we closed the door behind us.

‘I am a Domme with a particular love of administering corporal punishment to either men or in this case a woman. From the moment that I saw you I thought you were attractive and after our dinner the other week you became even more attractive to me. I also thought that Helen had a gorgeous body and after betraying you in this way she definitely doesn’t deserve you but I was thinking that she would be good as our jointly owned slave after I’ve moved in with you. We could offer her the choice of you divorcing her on the grounds of her infidelity and treachery which would mean that she would not be entitled to much of a settlement or alternatively I could move in immediately and thrash her tonight and we could keep her as our slave and if she wants to continue whoring herself out then we should let her and keep most of the profits for ourselves. What do you think Ken?’ Anna says.

I notice that Helen is watching us so I don’t say anything to Anna immediately instead I put my arms around her shoulders and draw her into a kiss that soon becomes a passionate snog. As Helen sees this she drops her head so now is the time we choose to go back into the house and give Helen her choice.

‘Helen I am absolutely disgusted and very angry at your choice of career. I believed you when you said that you were working as a virtual assistant but I suspect that when I check our computer that this will be completely false and in fact you have been working as a whore instead. This is the worst possible kind of infidelity and it is a real betrayal of the love that I have for you and in the circumstances if I petition for a divorce then you will almost certainly find yourself being granted virtually no settlement which will of course mean that you will probably have to keep selling your body to survive. The fact that you were prepared to offer your body and takings to Anna to hide this from me doesn’t fill me with hope that you are in the least bit sorry for the treachery and I have thanked her for spanking you. Anna has put a proposal to me that I am interested in which if you accept it will see you remaining as my wife’ a look of hope comes to Helen’s face when she hears this but whether it will still be there when she finds out what this will cost her is something else entirely.

‘For this to happen Anna will be moving in with us and she will become my lover and you will have the status of our slave owned and used by both of us in whatever way that we want. It will also require you to submit yourself to a thrashing from Anna tonight and if we desire then you will continue to work as a whore but you will be working for our financial benefit and not your own although we will be fair and give you 50% of what you make. Anna and I are now going to go and get intimately acquainted with each other and will expect your answer when we return’ I say noticing that the look of hope has gone and been replaced by another flood of tears.

Anna and I head over to her house leaving Helen to contemplate her alternatives in solitude. As soon as we are inside the kitchen of Anna’s house we are snogging again and this time it gets even more passionate as our hands start to explore and we start to strip each other. Anna leads me through the house and up the stairs showing me first of all a bedroom that contains a whipping bench in the centre of the floor and a formidable arsenal of punishment implements on the walls.

‘I took only a small selection of what I have available to me when I went back earlier but I think I’ll take back another handful this time just in case Helen accepts the opportunity to become our slave and take the thrashing’ Anna says before leading me across the hall to her bedroom. We spend a couple of hours becoming very intimately acquainted with each other and having great fun in the process. Walking back over to my house we can see Helen watching.

‘Well have you reached a decision Helen?’ I ask as soon as we are in the lounge.

‘Yes I have reached a decision Ken. Firstly though let me apologise for what I have been doing. I started working as an escort before we were going out with each other and stopped for a while when we were engaged but I was tempted back into it as I missed the dangerous sex that it gave me but I realise how much of a betrayal of you it is and I’m glad that you are even considering giving me an alternative to the divorce that I thought was inevitable. I will accept the thrashing from Anna tonight and will then become your slave in the hope that in time I can make it up to both of you and if you wish to continue having me work as your whore then I will do what I can to make you proud of me’ Helen says tearfully.

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.