he found the note from Mistress slipped under the door. It read..

'I will send for you at 9 pm this evening. Be completely shaved, cleaned -both inside and out and wear the chastity device & nothing else under your street clothes.' he spent the afternoon following Her instructions meticulously, shaving his entire body, drinking what seemed like gallons of water and cleaning himself internally with a soapy warm enema. he dressed as She had directed and sat by the door on a hard, straight back chair. Every nerve ending tingled with anticipation. he tried to keep his breathing even and cringed in discomfort every time his excitable penis threatened to grow . The cruel cock restraining device She had told him to wear would not allow an erection. Just as well, as his penis belonged to Her...

There was a sharp rap at the door and he jumped up and shakily drew it open. Her driver, Hans, stood blocking the entire doorway. "Is there anything I need to bring?' asked slave-slut. Hans shook his head and stepped aside so the slave could close the door and follow him to the car. The drive to Her home was fairly long and neither Hans nor the slave spoke a word the entire distance.

They pulled up to the house and the slave opened his door and started toward the front steps of the house. Hans grabbed his arm, none too gently, and pointed his chin in the direction of the back door. he shrugged and turned toward the other door, when a rustling noise in the bushes caught his attention. Without warning, a heavy, itchy blanket of some sort was tossed over his head, and he was half dragged, half carried in the opposite direction. After a short distance, he was dumped onto the hard ground and a large hand reached under the blanket to tie a blindfold around his face. He was sightless, and to compensate- his other senses immediately jumped to attention. The blanket was removed and he gulped in fresh air, trying to control the panic rising in his throat.

he heard several footsteps approaching. "Stand" a male voice commanded. "Remove your clothing."

he did and stood nervously awaiting further instructions. he strained to hear Her voice among the whispers and soft rustling of feet, but so far it had alluded him. A rough, gloved hand ran across his chest and pinched his nipple, already hard in the cool night air. Another pair of hands behind him pushed down on both shoulders, and he dropped to his knees. "In the presence of your superiors, you must kneel unless ordered otherwise." stated the same voice. "And.." it continued" Speak only when spoken to. Do you understand?" he nodded. "Good." came the reply.

"Lean forward and rest on your elbows," demanded a second voice. he immediately complied and braced himself for the blow that would surely follow. he once again strained to hear Her , but all he heard was the soft crunch of several pairs of boots on the ground. Three, four perhaps? he wasn't sure and with the blindfold in place was only guessing at who or what surrounded him. he felt his ass being squeezed by some rough gloved hands and flinched at the touch. Now they were pulling apart his butt cheeks and exposing the more hidden part of him to this group of strangers.

"A virgin ass'" one of the Males said. "Maybe a few licks of my whip will loosen him up and ready him for us. What do you think?" The others chuckled and agreed. he heard the boots withdraw and a minute later, the smooth bite of the single tail whip landing on his upraised ass. This went on for what seemed an eternity, and just when he thought he could take no more, the whip Master would allow one or two to fall short of landing, making a sharp crack in mid air behind the slave instead. But whenever he imagined They were tiring of the game and considered using his safe word, he remembered the alternatives- namely, that this was to "ready" him for Their use. he bit his lip and absentmindedly wondered if the skin was broken yet, and whether the marks would last...he was having trouble thinking clearly, the choices were unpleasant either way. his elbows gave way ..he gasped and sank to the ground with exhaustion.

"Enough!" he heard Her voice call. She bent down and wiped his brow, offering him a sip of water and holding him close to Her. "Carry him to the house now," She said to the Males and he was hoisted by one of them and carried back to the house.

They dumped him on a soft couch and he knew She was near by the scent of Her fragrance. "Are you hurt?" She inquired. he shook his head. Weakness was never rewarded .Anyhow, he would be fine now that he was back with Her. She grasped his hand and pulled him to a standing position ."Come." She said and naturally, he followed. She stopped and attached leather cuffs to each wrist and both ankles, then he felt the familiar sensation of being attached securely to a St Andrew's Cross. She drew the restraints especially tight and he thrilled at the idea that escape was impossible. Escape? Why? Where? In that moment, all his earthly cares and responsibilities fell away. he felt free, calm, and cherished. She knew the restraints were totally unnecessary as he would never consider going anywhere. But She enjoyed the look and smell of the thick, black leather and shiny buckles.

She stepped back and took in the sight of this slave, Her favorite among many. The one who challenged without words and never quite submitted all the way. he always held back something of himself that She was determined to explore. It intrigued Her. She wanted to see his soul more closely and perhaps this was the night... Her pulse quickened at the thought.



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