1 comments/ 29577 views/ 1 favorites Condo Mistress By: BaronS I wasn't rushing, but I was conscious of my progress. It was after 9 p.m. and the streets were sparse, both of vehicles and people. Thick clouds had hung down low over the city since noon yesterday and tonight they were weeping their moisture in a continual downpour. The miserable late autumn weather was keeping most of the population indoors and the shows and restaurants I passed looked unusually vacant and quiet. Not a warm picture in any one's mind, yet not near enough to get in the way of my plans for this evening. As I trudged along the sidewalk soaking wet, through the bleak dull darkness of this November night, I was buoyed by a pending event of human activity that was almost in my grasp. I was on that proverbial mission we all nurture deep inside and my goal tonight was resolute. As I pressed further into the depth of the city towards my ultimate destination, the rain gushed forth at times, in a series of heavy downpours. I was thankful that it wasn't snow or sleet. At one point, I had to duck for cover under a cloth awning as sheets of rain fell like thick curtains of cloth. I paused at a major intersection and stood patiently waiting for the traffic light to change to green. A billboard high atop an office building six or seven blocks over, announced the arrival of a new millennia quartz wrist watch to a chain of a nationally recognized jewellery stores. It was effective advertising campaign because I immediately checked my own watch against the time on the sign. I'm glad I did. I was running late! No time now to consider buying a new watch, that's for sure. I had to pick up my pace. Dispensing with usual caution, I crossed the street against the red light. I don't often rebel against civil authority but I had my orders for this evening and I wasn't about to disobey them, jay-walking ticket or not. A couple of cars whizzed by just as I made it to the other side. Their tires sang as they sluiced through the thick layer of water that covered the pavement. Once on the south side of the street, I resumed my course and hustled along to make up the time already lost. Up ahead, in the embrace of a glassed-in transit shelter, one solitary soul stood huddled against the storm. I had seen few others this evening so I stole a glance at the person as I passed. She was a young woman and appeared to be just as drenched as me. She was shivering in spurts and starts. Poor dear I mused and then thought that I too might be in a similar situation later on in the evening. I stove my hands deep into my pockets and brushed away some loose strands of hair that hung dangling across my brow. The saturated strands swayed back and forth across my line of sight like wiper blades on a car. I chose to cut across a vacant lot where an enormous developer's sign indicated a gigantic building complex sometime in the near future. The earth had been dug up and was uneven. I mumbled in guttural terms as I dodged one puddle only to slip ankle deep into another. People who knew me would say I was crazy to be out on a night like this. But, what did they really know about me and my motivation? Could they possibly understand the value of the reward that I was looking for tonight? I don't think so. My small circle of friends has no idea what this all means to me or why I would expose myself to the foul elements a damp winter's rain storm in search of it. Yet I wouldn't have been able to explain the why and where for to them, even had I wanted to. I checked my watch again. Punctuality is a virtue with me. And when it comes to being on time, I have always carried out my side of the agreement to the very 'letter'. After all, punctuality is one of the fundamental building blocks of obedience. Obeying orders and commands as instantaneously as they are spoke, is also one of the ways in which I show respect to Mistress Deirdre. Mistress Deirdre is my 'Master'. I am her slave. I have been serving her for almost 15 years. She works more slaves than just me and as a guess I would say that there may be up to twenty-five other men just like me under her control. None of us really knows the other and I only found out of their existence by accident one afternoon to which I suffered a severe disciplining from Mistress. Over the years I have been very diligent to earn Mistress's favour at every opportunity. Little wonder that nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing, is allowed to get in my way from achieving all that is expected of me and everything that Mistress wants, needs, and/or demands. And tonight, Mistress wants me to be in her presence at 9 p.m. sharp! I quickened my pace once again, energized by the power over which Mistress Deirdre controls and manipulates me. *********** No act or occurrence is ever carried out or conducted by Mistress Deidre that hasn't already been planned out well in advance. She is a meticulous matron and a perfectionist; a virtual role model for other women who may be curious as to how it feels to completely dominate a man. From my close association with her over the years, I have come to understand that Mistress Deirdre's recipe for success is to become thoroughly acquainted with the traits and characteristics of each of her aspiring male clients. Then, with discreet tact and aplomb, she incorporates what she learns of their behaviours and traits, into the regimen of their training. Her goal has always been to accentuate the performance skills of all of her male slaves to the very peak of perfection. I have to point out here, that her expectations are high and Mistress Deirdre suffers no fools. According to Mistress Deirdre, the best of men, even those who have been successfully trained as male slaves to expertly service and cater to dominant women are, by there very nature, inherently clumsy, inarticulate, and to a large degree, lazy. There is no intimacy shared between her and any of her stable of men but there is a Grand Canyon depth of understanding that exists between Mistress and her 'charges'. I suppose that is the true secret of Mistress Deidre's triumph over submissive men and why she is superior amongst equals. However, for a man to be allowed to obey the obdurate demands of her dominant nature, the path is not an easy one to follow. She depends on a very high turn over and pushes every male who yearns to service her, to his very limits. Like all those before me, I began at the lowly level of 'John'. A 'John' is an apprentice who is placed on one month's probation. Like all the others, I was levied a substantial monetary token in exchange for the privilege of doing nothing more than removing Mistress's daily garbage and sweeping out her condo parking space once a week. If, after a few weeks of completing these tasks in an exemplary fashion, a 'John' may be further permitted to clean and sanitize Mistress's toilets, tubs, and shower stalls for the remaining two weeks of his initial servitude. A 'John' is never allowed to deal directly with the Mistress. His only contact is an envelope clipped to the wall of her parking space. His orders are contained inside. That's his only contact. When he is finished his work, he is expected to quietly leave Mistress's premises. He pays for this solitary privilege, every week. If a 'John' successfully endures the isolation and humiliation related to carrying out these types of demeaning tasks he may be eligible to be elevated to the next level of subservience; that of Mistress's boot licker. A submissive male has absolutely no say in the matters regarding the possibility of promotion, he is simply chosen by the Mistress to advance, or he is left at his current entry level, or he is dismissed. Deadwood duds do not fair well in Mistress Deidre's world of Feminine Domination. They are simply not tolerated. Obey, submit, and be quiet. . .or be banished! In the elevated position of 'Boot Licker', the monetary token required of the successful male is doubled. However, his responsibilities are increased and he is actually allowed to be in the presence of the Mistress; briefly mind you, but nonetheless a plum of a privilege for aspiring submissive males. As for the duties, they consist of ensuring the cleanliness of all of Mistress's foot ware. For the task, the 'boot licker' is only provided with a roll of toilet tissue paper. One roll, no more, which must last him for 60 days. The only other cleaning tool at his disposal of course, is his tongue. If, after a period of 60 days, a 'Boot Licker' maintains his desire to prove his worth even more by serving the Mistress in higher levels of task oriented and degrading labour, it is then possible for him to be selected for promotion once again. The next level that a male in training can rise to would be that of Mistress's panty attendant. Again, there is an increase in the cost of this promotion and the aspiring male slave is cautioned that the standard value of a mere token must give way to the much higher value of that represented by a Tribute. At this juncture in his training there is a change in objectivity. As a Panty Attendant, the completion of his tasks is far less important to his future promotions then that of his mannerisms of obedience and urgency of his reaction to Mistress's every command. However, the challenge for the male is that there is no distinction between Mistress's commands that are spoken, which are easy to recognize and carry out, and those that manifest themselves as subtle commands, perhaps no more defined than being merely implied by body language, circumstance, or social common sense. Regardless, the male must read and interpret the signs correctly and react according. Throughout it all, he must be prudent enough not to pre-empt or anticipated any order or command. Every one of a Panty Attendant's responses and reactions is duly noted and graded. Failure on the male's part to achieve an overall grade of "A" which is equal to allowing for only 'one' mistake per day over a 14 day period, will lead to his abrupt discharge from the premises and total prohibition from any further service to the Mistress. It is not a pretty sight to witness a supplicant male as he is being escorted from Mistress's domain as a result of his failure to serve in a proper manner. Submissive men in these circumstances often find it extremely difficult to function in their lives after being so close to success, only to have had the door literally slammed in their face. Most suffer problems associated with serious withdrawal and the overwhelming responsibility that they must adjust their lifestyle. I knew a man who was almost consumed by depression and loneliness until he found a woman who was interested in picking up the pieces of his life. I have also read somewhere that such men who find themselves without the constant harangue and punitive intolerance with which powerful females control submissive men, that they can become self-incarcerated into a 'vanilla' world of bland colours and mediocre existence. Not to mention the mental confinement of having to accept bland sex as a conclusive result of uninspiring groping. Many outside the 'scene' refer to that as 'foreplay' and therefore, an antecedent moment to coitus. I'm not sure how any of that would feel but it certainly doesn't sound like anything that would be sensual or erotic. It is safe to say the 'Panty Attendants' suffer a very high rate of turnover in Mistress Deidre's realm of Domination. Only the absolute best are expected to survive this level and those who do, do so only by dedicating themselves totally in the sole pursuit of pleasing Mistress Deidre. Through strict obedience and a focus on detail can a Panty Attendant expect to succeed. In my own case, I was happy to serve Mistress throughout all of the apprenticed levels. During each phase of my training I was consistent and dependable and always ready to serve with an ever increasing token and Tribute. I looked forward to striving for perfection in my service to Mistress and I climbed through each level of subservience to her by focusing on success and not the advent of any kind of failure on my part. So it was with much pride, some 14 months after I began as a 'John', that I was offered the exalted position of joining Mistress Deidre's stable as one of her personal 'Slaves'. The meaning of this achievement to a submissive male like me is akin to a religious event that is nothing short of a miracle. Mistress Deidre's offer to me meant that I had been given the honour to accept the irrefutable fact that she would be running and controlling my life for the rest of my days. It meant that I would voluntarily abdicate my autonomy as a male and that I would duly accept the fact that from here on in I would only act and behave in a manner as dictated or allowed by Mistress Deirdre. Furthermore, going forward, I would be expected to be devoted to one role and that was satisfying all of Mistress Deirdre's needs and whims. It would also mean that I would acknowledge and agree to respect the absolute authority of Mistress Deidre in my life and submissively concede to this fact by appending my name to a legally binding contract. This administrative castration would be witnessed and the entire act would be video taped by Mistress's lawyers. While I would never ever be allowed to occupy a place at her residence, I would forever be required to be at her beck and call, 24/7. But there was much more that I agreed to relinquish by accepting Mistress Deirdre's promotion to be one of her personal slaves. As a binding condition of my acceptance of her offer, I also had to agree to a pecuniary forfeiture. Before I could begin as Mistress's full time slave, I had to relinquish 85% of my total net worth towards Mistress's financial needs. This money would be taken by Mistress Deidre for her own private use without question or objection from me. In addition, I agreed to continue to pay all applicable taxes for this money thereby guaranteeing no loss of the principle amount accrued to Mistress. Financial domination is a very attractive and powerful adjunct to our long standing partnership. So there it was. I had earned the promotion and accepted the offer to become a male submissive slave to a very dominant woman. I had agreed that I would have no control. I would have no money. I'd be a true slave in the truest sense of the word. I'd be completely and resolutely controlled by a female. There were no red flags. I knew what I wanted. None of her draconian demands regarding my lifetime of servitude mattered to me, one iota. I loved Mistress and I immediately fell to my knees in front of her and kissed her boots, licking them to a high glistening sheen. I accepted her offer without hesitation. Now, every second week, I humbly comply with my financial obligations by stripping naked and kneeling before her. I approach submissively on all fours like a pet dog, urging her by silent plea, to take the wallet from my mouth. After she removes a hefty wad of bills, she drops the empty pouch to the floor like a piece of discarded garbage. "Good boy," is all she says before patting me twice on the head. Then, I am brusquely dismissed. As I leave, I observe another naked male crawling in to replace me, heading in the direction of the booted feet of Mistress Deidre. Like me, he also approaches with his wallet firmly grasped between his teeth. Other men, all submissives of one type or another, continue to visit Mistress Deirdre. These men are received by her strictly on a 'pay-for-services' basis; incremental income for the Mistress, I suppose. My job in this scenario is to clean all of the equipment as well as the studio they use, after each session is concluded. However, for my further humiliation training, if any of her clients, for whatever reason, is unable to arrange for the proper token for services rendered, I am expected to ante up the required amount on his behalf without whimper or objection. ********** I was actually running full out when I passed through the main doors of the lobby of her building. My haste may have been construed as more of a way to get free of the rain than about making it on time. Reality however is that punctuality is my sole priority. So I rushed through the secondary inside glass doors with such force that I almost lost my footing on the glazed tiled floor. Mistress Deirdre lives in a 2-level penthouse and has her own separate elevator. I located her security button with familiarity and pushed it firmly. She answered as she always does by simply pushing the 'talk' button. Her reply causes only static noise and the hint of an echo; no words are ever spoken. My response to this is to politely request Mistress's permission to enter. Mistress responds by clicking 'off', leaving dead silence in the lobby as I'm left to stand alone and watch the water drip from the hem at the bottom of my coat. The interlude is eventually broken by the subtle soft 'click' of the door lock being released. Deidre greeted me in a warm and welcoming manner. She was always the perfect hostess when a session is about to begin; pleasant and sincere, that was one side of Deidre not many others knew of. This evening she was wearing a full length gown. It was a marvellous design with a very revealing slit manipulated into the front it. Any movement of her body caused the hemmed edges to fully open. The result was a breathtaking view of pearl white thighs. The gown was a jet black and smooth as silk. It hugged her body and mapped the contour of each ebb and swell of her petite frame. String straps, flimsy by design, held the front piece of her wardrobe. Delicious firm breasts nestled there, challenging the strength of the straps and teasing those who thought they'd break under the strain. Deidre doesn't need a lot of make up. Perhaps a subtle hint of eye shadow and a soft hue of red for her lips but that was the extent of it. Her eyes speak volumes and I listen acutely when ever I look into them. Her auburn hair glistens and it flows across her face in a natural and unassuming way. I wanted to step forward and assert myself; I wanted to embrace her lovingly; but that is never allowed. The evening began pleasurably as I envisaged it would. I knew something unexpected was planned, but at what point it would occur, I was not sure, nor did I have any clue as to how it would 'play' out. As usual, I hid any signs of anticipation. Mistress and I sat together in her plush suite, commiserating pleasurably about the weather, the highs and lows of my work a day world, and together, slowly, cautiously, we moved the conversation into the arena of our special interest. Thirty minutes passed quickly. And it was at just that point in the evening when her door security buzzer activated its indiscriminate sound. Deidre excused herself politely and went over to answer it. I watched as she pushed the 'talk' button, then released it and then made contact with the 'listen' button. I noted that the procedure was conducted all in the same manner as she does with me. Barely audible, I heard a male voice request permission to enter. Mistress acknowledged by pressing the 'door' button. My heart raced. It was most uncommon for another visitor to request permission to enter during my time with Deidre. Deidre returned to the living room seemingly nonplussed about the whole thing and joined me as if nothing untoward had happened. But when she sat down, she chose to sit in a winged back chair opposite instead of sitting back down beside me. We took up our chat at the point where we had left off and when the knock came at her door, she asked if I would please answer it. I did as I was requested and opened the door to face not one, but two well dressed gentlemen. The younger of the two looked to be about 25 years old. He was tall and muscular looking and rather well groomed. He had a full mane of hair and a strong face which was appointed with gleaming white teeth and a disarming smile. He stood about 6 feet tall and introduced himself as Rob. His language and choice of words bespoke of a good education and a genteel upbringing. If he were the product of a northern European heritage as I suspected he was, he had managed to assimilate to western ways, almost totally. Condo Mistress His companion, on the other hand was decidedly from the Middle East. Exactly which country or what region evaded me. Rob politely introduced his friend and I shook hands with both of them. The other's name was Vaughan. He was slightly shorter than Rob and showed no signs of hair loss prevalent in men of his maturity. At his temples his hair hinted a grey highlight, adding certain majesty to his otherwise confident and refined appearance. Vaughan's eyes were deep and penetrating and they looked out from an experienced face. His moustache was handsomely trimmed to the geography of his mouth and chin. He was quiet and reserved; suave and polished. I judged Vaughan as a patient man; one who got what he wanted from life, when and where he wanted it. When we were all seated, Deidre explained that Rob and Vaughan were old friends and hoped that I didn't mind that they were visiting during my appointment with her. Mistress further explained that Rob had called earlier from the airport, to say that the foul weather had caused an unscheduled 8 hour stop over on their trip between London and L.A. Understandably, they were looking for some relief from the boring anonymity offered by airport waiting lounges. I assured all present that I had no misgivings about their being there. And that was really the end of it. Mistress Deirdre had booked our session and then friends, due to circumstances, had forced her to insinuate them into my time. Well, I was prepared for nothing more than a social evening then and thought Mistress would despatch me sooner than later. My presumptions were woefully incorrect and it was about 15 minutes later when everything I ever knew about myself and Mistress Deirdre changed forever. ********* At the time we were all discussing winter clothes, weighing style against warmth. I interjected that warmth was a primary consideration to which Deidre immediately replied, "Please don't interrupt." She smiled pleasantly and added that she was only interested in what Rob and Vaughan had to say because neither lived in the US and that they rarely lived in temperatures less than 60 degrees Fahrenheit. The conversation resumed while I remained quiet as I was instructed. I watched and listened as the three of them presented their personal opinions regarding the pros and cons of the matter at hand. I was slightly embarrassed by my ordered censure but only because it was in front of strangers who, for all intents and purposes, were not Deidre's clients. Despite that, I managed to maintain my composure in front of them, and listened with interest at what they had to say. When Vaughan offered up that clothes actually made a statement of one's own personality and the type of garment chosen must be considered when seasonal wardrobe purchases were being contemplated, I simply nodded my head in agreement. My actions, benign as they were, didn't go unnoticed. Deidre immediately addressed me. I had no idea what was coming. "Didn't I tell you to be silent?" Abruptly, she stood up while I formulated my reply. "Yes, Mistress," was all that I could muster. The term 'Mistress' was an automatic prefix and unavoidable despite her friends being in the room "Well then, do you not know enough to obey my orders?" "Yes, Mistress, but I. . . ." I lowered my head and blushed a 1000 humilities, unable to finish my sentence. I was confused as to where this sudden turn in Deidre's attitude was going, especially with the strangers in our midst. "Then I'll repeat them: you are to sit there quietly and not concern yourself with our conversation; do you understand?" "Yes Mistress." I sat there dumbfounded while Deidre and the two men returned to their conversation as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. About 10 minutes later when I was feeling that the situation had returned to normal, Deidre brought on another sudden halt to the conversation. Once again she turned and looked directly at me. Her eyes were blazing this time. She had that seething kind of look that only the villains in movies can so effortlessly achieve. "You," she said, delivering that very personal single word pronoun from a threatening position of absolute power and unquestioned authority, "Yes Mistress?" I replied eagerly, wanting to get back into her good books. "Go get each of us all a glass of wine!" The imperative nature of her order energized my resolve. I knew my place in Deirdre's life and quite frankly, strangers in our midst did not count as an acceptable excuse to refuse to comply with her orders. I rose from my seat and proceeded quickly to the kitchen. Knowing Deidre's salle de cuisine as well as my own, I selected the appropriate wine and uncorked it. Next, I chose suitable stemware and brought the silver serving tray to the counter in front of me. I carried out my tasks in swift and efficient moves. As I busied myself with the job at hand, the others seemed unconcerned with the components of my task and reopened their conversation as if I didn't exist. After selecting the wine and arranging the fragile stemware evenly on the tray, I faced the sink and poured the libation equally into each vessel. I was careful not to bruise the vintage or spill any on the counter or tray. Behind me Deidre and her two male friends were carrying on at a boisterous pace. The three of them seemed to have become a friendly and close knit group. They were totally engrossed, communal, and interacting in a very casual and social way. My focus began to wander and I had to force my attention back to the job at hand. After all, my sole task was not so much pouring and delivering the wine, it was to fulfil Deirdre' orders to perfection. I corked the bottle when I had finished, then lifted the silver platter up onto the palm of my extended right hand and raising the whole platter above by head, delivered it gracefully into the room where the others sat. I offered it first to Deidre, then to Vaughan and finally Rob. "Who is that fourth glass for?" Deidre questioned forthrightly. For some reason I hadn't thought all of this through. I wish I had before I took the liberty with the extras glass of wine. I can only think that I was confused by the presence of others and began acting in a manner that was in conflict with my position as one of Mistress Deirdre's personal male slaves. "For me", I answered in a passive tone that made it plain to all that even I recognized that I had transgressed. Her look was like a shear off-shore blast of Artic wind rushing up a grey gravel beach located somewhere on the western edges of the Aleutian Islands. "We are not sharing a drink of wine with you. Put the glass back in the kitchen you fool. You're nothing but a slave here! Get out! Get to your place in the kitchen where you belong and don't show your face in here unless one of us whistles or snaps our fingers." I was shocked back into my submissive role. It was total immersion. I didn't disagree with Mistress Deirdre. I knew I was her slave! Now her two male friends knew of this arrangement too and I trembled slightly with this new found form of humility. "Yes Mistress," I offered meekly as I stood silently before her, head bowed. "You're here to serve me and my friends. That's the only reason that I invited you over here tonight, actually. You're the maid and your place is in the kitchen. Now get in there and stand to attention! Your job until I need something from you will be to remain motionless and quiet. Understand?" "Yes mistress," I replied obediently. Deidre's conversation with Rob and Vaughan re-started where it had left off, all as if what had just happened really hadn't. And like before, I was left to myself and totally ignored. Throughout our relationship I have eagerly submitted to this kind of treatment in front of others. But the others were always a part of the S&M scene. The added pleasure for me tonight was that all of this was being administered in front of other men, who apparently were not in the 'scene'. This was certainly a new experience for me. Over the next hour I obeyed my Mistress and stood erectly to attention in the kitchen. Stork still and ramrod straight. I did not move or speak. Twice I was ordered to refill the glasses. On the third and final time, only the 'snap' of Deidre's thumb and forefinger brought me to the living room. While I was serving on this specific occasion, Deidre snapped out a new and sinister command. "Slave!" Kneel in front of my guests when you serve them." My erection was immediate and my heart began to pump wildly. But without missing a beat, I quickly did as I was ordered. My breath came in short spurts. Now I was acting like the shivering woman I had passed in the bus enclosure. I knelt dutifully in front of each of the men separately and served them their drinks; Deidre added imperiously, "You're a poor excuse for a man. You're not that great of a slave, either. Bow your head and raise the tray for Rob and Vaughan so that they do not have to reach out so far." I was excited beyond comprehension about this new twist in things. My submissive behaviour had been, up until this point, reserved only for Deidre. Now, I was being humiliated in front of two men that I had met only an hour ago. I quivered at the thought of it. It was a new and strange experience and for some reason, it was exceptionally pleasing. I complied eagerly to Mistress Deirdre's command. In the back of my mind, even though I embraced this new idea, I still questioned as to where exactly, was Deidre leading this evening. More importantly for me, why was all of this, such a turn-on for me? ********** Rob was the first to leave the room; I assumed it was to use the bathroom. During his absence, Vaughan sat back on the sofa and relaxed. He placed his right arm up on top of the back of the couch and shifted his frame into a more comfortable position, opening his jacket as he shifted his body. Deidre quickly moved over and sat right next to him. She placed her head within the crux of his raised arm and pulled her legs up on the couch with her. Vaughan was composed and at ease. They talked and giggled like two conspirators. It wasn't long before Deidre found Vaughan's hand and took it lightly in her own and stroked it. The gesture was a loving one, more than just being polite or overly familiar. They continued to giggle and talk prolifically. I thought that Rob was taking an inordinate amount of time in the bathroom but I remained rigid to attention while I continued to sneak furtive glances at the duet performance of Deidre and Vaughan. Soon it became evident that their social banter was morphing into a much more flamboyant form of flirting. As I suspected, Deidre and Vaughan escalated their actions and activities to galaxies beyond a gesture of anything I would recognize as flirtation. They went from talking and laughing to what could be easily identified as sexual foreplay. Vaughan was the aggressor, placing his hand on Deirdre's thigh while peering down the front of her gown. She giggled coquettishly and in a mocking style, told him to stop. Her effort, in this regard, was like a scene out of 'Gone with the Wind' when the not so innocent Scarlet O'Hara tried to fend off the young gentlemen of the Civil War era. But Vaughan wasn't a gentleman and just laughed back at her and hooked the top of her gown with one finger and looked in, bold as brass. I do not know what prompted Deidre but at that very moment she looked up and straight at me! "What are you looking at you little sissy?" she spat at me in a denigrating manner. I fumbled for the words that would answer her properly but I was speechless. Get in here!" she demanded. "Crawl to me now like a whipped dog." I obeyed. "Right here," she hissed, while pointing a long index finger at a spot on the carpet by her feet. I immediately scrambled to the spot. My face was 6 inches from her knees. Deidre slapped me hard across the face. Once, then again! She sat back pleased and turned to Vaughan. They both laughed as they peered down at me and my ridiculous position at their feet. "Now, you little slut, if you want to watch what we're doing, you'll be close enough to see every detail. She turned to Vaughan and kissed him. It was a long and deep gesture. He responded and rubbed the inside of Mistress's leg. The slit in her gown opened to her waist. She moaned as their lips continued their friction. I watched as communal behaviour escalated their intent even further. Vaughan manoeuvred very well and it was obvious that he was versed at dealing with women. I marvelled at his quick and effective moves as he had Deidre's gown bunched to her waist almost before she knew what was happening. Her red silk panties were fully exposed to me. The finite mesh of the weave was a delicate filigree that just barely hid her femininity. Her body's natural perfume wafted delicately in my direction. It was a sweet and arousing alchemy. And while they commiserated physically like two teens in the back seat at the drive-in, I remained on my knees in front of them, arms straight down, rigid to attention and motionless. It wasn't long before a dark spot began show in the centre of Deidre's pantied crotch. It was obvious that the lips of her feminine pouch were leaching pre-coital viscose. Vaughan's middle finger reached down and caressed the damp spot. My eyes focused on his finger as he massaged and tweaked at her sweet womanhood. I was not allowed to move, I could not participate and I was transcending beyond the denial submission training that I enjoy, into a new type of exotic discipline. I could only look on patiently, quietly, and passively. I would have licked Vaughan's finger had I been allowed. Their actions were the ultimate denial for me. It was intoxicating. I could only observe as another man touched my Mistress with impunity. I was forced to view the violations wrought upon my Mistress by this arrogant male. But I loved it. It was all very heady stuff. As he proceeded to manhandle Deirdre's body even more and touched what he pleased to touch, my penis was bursting to be free of its restrictions. This was cuckoldry; the ultimate experience for a submissive male. I was excited beyond anything that I have ever experienced before. It was insanity and at the same time, I wanted it pushed in my face. Vaughan boldly continued to have his way with Mistress Deidre. The same Mistress I have been forbidden ever to touch! Occasionally, he looked directly at me while he touched and pawed at her body. I panted like a dog while trying desperately to control myself. Then, as if a 'cue' card had been raised somewhere in a vast audience behind me, Vaughan stopped what he was doing. Deidre looked down and directly at me. "Wouldn't you like to touch 'that'?" she said seductively raising her arms above her head and lifting her legs in an effort to give Vaughan easier, unrestricted access at her crotch. "Maybe you'd like to 'sniff' it? "Well, would you like to sniff it slut?" "Yes Mistress." I replied hesitantly. Deidre laughed. "You'll never be allowed to sniff it. You'll never be allowed to lick it either. Do you know why?" Deidre laughed again as she continued to stare at me while placing her hand on Vaughan's as he continued to rub her crotch sensually, up and down. All I could offer in response was, "Yes Mistress."´ She just laughed at me again and then began to explain to Vaughan just how she deals with me. While Vaughan listened to Deirdre he continued his ministrations; this time her breasts were the focus of his attention. The wet dark spot on Deirdre's red panties was gaining ground over the drier areas. The 'Panty' slave would be busy tomorrow, I thought. "Slave is not allowed to do anything with me other than look. I use my body to torment him. It's his punishment, a part of his denial program. A severe treatment I might add that he submits to eagerly every time I allow him to visit. Sometimes I tie him up so that his hands can only move so far. Try as he might, he can never quite touch me. I like teasing him in this manner and I laugh at him as he attempts to touch me. It is a most effective way to train a sissy male. In the end, he'll do anything for his Mistress. I just make him grovel at my feet while I talk on the phone to a current lover. I ignore him completely. He cringes at my feet like a scolded puppy. "At other times I get him dressed up liked a whore and bring in a couple of men to abuse him sexually.I love to sit back and watch the show. Afterwards they whip him!" Vaughan looked down at me as I quivered there on the floor in front of him. I was being subjugated to the petticoat power of a dominant female while he, the obvious Alpha male in our group, was being entertained by my circumstance. He chuckled at me and said, "Fairy," Deidre laughed and touched his knee and squeezed it. "Yes he is," she agreed, "but he pays a princely sum to have me do this to him," she cooed. I knelt in humiliated submission as Deidre proceeded to place her hand on Vaughan's crotch. Like mine, Vaughan's crotch area was bulged and full. Mistress Deirdre rubbed it gently and Vaughan's eyes rolled. "Do you like that, Vaughan?" she whispered to him sotto voce but loud enough so that I could hear. Vaughan replied with a gasp as Deidre grabbed a hold of his now stiff and ample cock which by this time was fighting the cloth that held it back. Deidre was having fun. Then she whispered something else in Vaughan's ear and when she had said her piece, she sat back quite pleased with herself and reached forward to sip on what was left of the wine in her glass. Vaughan followed suit. It appeared that the action had stopped, something like half time at the Super Bowl. Like the game, I knew that there was more to come, but quite frankly I didn't know what to expect next? ********** The respite from the heated action of moments before didn't last long, just as I suspected. Yet I was surprised when Deidre barked out an order for Rob to come back into the room. I had forgotten about him! He had been absent for some time now. I glanced up and watched as he slowly moved out of the subdued light of the hallway that leads towards Deidre's personal area. He was decidedly different in his appearance from when he had left earlier. Now he was wearing tall black riding boots. Small silver spurs were clamped to the heels. He wore a studded red leather 'G' string that was just able to contain his bulging load of youthful genitals. The formidable pouch was secured around his waist by the thinnest of strings. These were tied high up on his hips in order to highlight the parcel that contained his cock and balls. He was packing formidable male gear; there was no doubt of that! Rob strutted into the room brandishing riding crop in his right hand. As he walked he whacked it with intent against the side of his booted leg. He ended his stroll somewhere off to my right. I took a calculated risk and raised my eyes even further twisting ever so gently around to my right. What a magnificent specimen of a man, I thought to myself. Robs abs were washboard ripples that existed proudly beneath his massive chest. The unbuttoned flaps of his black leather vest, dangled open. His pectoral muscles protruded like firm young breasts. One nipple was visible. It was perfectly formed, clean and almost juvenile. Against his pale white skin, the exposed nipple was a dusty and delicate shade of brown. It was pierced with a gold nipple ring. I'd love to have licked it! His skin was smooth and most of it, strangely, was without hair. Another gold ring dangled from his left ear and a durable leather collar circled his neck. The collar was an aggressive adornment, not meant for a leash. On his head was a leather forage cap. It was placed back off the crown, canted to one side in a jocular fashion. The cap was the type used by police officers and military personnel. His aura was threatening and I felt weakened; sexually defenceless, excited, and above all, vulnerable. I had never seen a man so dominantly dressed before. Condo Mistress I was mesmerized and found it hard to take my eyes off of Rob. There was no doubt that he had become the apparent dominant male of the group. He stood tall with his feet planted firmly apart. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at me. The riding crop, still in his right hand, jutted upwards. Rob was a harridan; a Viking invader. He was a no bullshit pillar of testosterone, sent to rape and pillage. Deidre stood up. I trembled. "Now," she said, looking directly at me. "Crawl over there in the corner and strip naked!" She issued forth the command and I reacted quickly moving across the carpet on all fours. They all looked as I removed my clothing and in seconds I stood before them, naked and trembling. My maleness shrank and presented itself as an insignificant nodule attached to the front of my body. This was even more evident as the entire area was clean shaven. Vaughan and Deidre pointed at the smooth skin of my hairless groin and laughed. "You know, Vaughan," she said, "My slave is just an effeminate little sissy, wouldn't you say?" "Why don't you order him to tuck that little thing in between his legs and form a clean shaven vagina?" Vaughan replied with an arrogant smirk. "Do it!" she ordered, with piercing eyes drilled directly at me. And I did, fighting a now emerging erection brought on by their conversation and choice of words. "I use him just for amusement and light entertainment. Don't you think he's cute, Vaughan? You see , unlike you, I just have to 'snap' my fingers and he obeys." Both Deidre and Vaughan laughed at this statement. Then they embraced, kissing one another passionately. I stood naked in front of them with my dick clamped firmly between my legs and helplessly watched their actions. When they stopped Deidre looked up at me. A bewitching and determined look blended cleverly with just a hint of mischievousness. Then she nodded towards Rob. "Abuse him, Rob, in front of Vaughan and me. Humiliate him. Whip him! Make him suck your cock." she added softly and ominously. Now it was Rob who took over the role of prime dominator. He looked at me and then spoke, "Crawl over here, slut. Kneel in front of me." He didn't have to ask me twice. I scrambled over to him and cringed at his booted feet. "Kiss each boot, you little sissy." he ordered. Now I was starting to fly. My penis transformed into a full male cock and it sprung boldly from the confines of the muscles of my thighs where it had been held involuntarily captive. I shivered with anticipation. I was breathless. My heart was pounding. Rob was a bulwark of powerful male authority and I needed to submit to him; totally and unequivocally. Meekly, I lowered my upper body obediently to the leather soles of his boots, kissing the left one first, then the right. I cowered in the dark cold shade of his unquestioned authority. "Raise your head sissy boy." I did as I was told, happy to obey him completely. My complicity in this whole scene made me delirious with rampant sexual desire. Rob roughly encased my neck with a thick leather collar, buckled it in place with his deft and powerful fingers and then tugged on it to test its fit. It was tight and any thought of calling an end to this absurdity was drained from my conscious mind. I was entranced and stimulated. I wanted more of whatever Rob wanted to dish out. I wanted to be abused, dominated, whipped and humiliated. I wanted it all. I wanted to be Rob's slave slut. He was a potent male and I wanted to serve him in any which way he wanted. And having an audience to witness this total humiliation as forced at the hands of another male was beyond anything I had experienced before. Rob quickly attached a leash to the 'O' ring at the front of my collar. "Stand up!" he commanded. I did exactly as I was ordered. On the couch behind me I heard Deidre and Vaughan snicker, and then make the muffled sounds as they reconvened their passionate embrace. Rob pulled my tether, jerking my face so close to his that our noses almost touched. "From now on, when I give you an order, you reply 'yes sir'. Is that clear?"´ "Yes sir." I panted out the words while my whole body quivered with sexual tension.Rob took the riding crop that was in his right hand and swung it down upon the top of the marble end table. The sound of it was sharp; a crisp crack as the leather crashed down hard upon the cold shiny surface. "When you reply to my orders I want you to sound like a woman! Do....you....understand, SLUT? "Yes Sir," I replied demurely in the most feminine voice I could conjure up. "Now, that's better. Put your hands behind you.".´ I quickly did as I was told and felt the snap of cold steel as he encircled my wrists with heavy handcuffs. I was tethered to a leash and now my arms were secured uselessly behind me. My penis was fully erect. It glistened with pre seminal fluid. At this moment, I'd have licked my own dick had I been given half a chance. The sight of my own cock drool started my transition from consciousness down a long a long and winding path which would lead me to my own sub-space.I have been in that space only a few times before and it is an intoxicating place to reside. Rob tugged on the leash again and I followed where I was led. I thought of myself as his personal slave. I imagined that I had been captured after fighting a losing battle and had been brought to the slave market by this victorious male. God, I hope he couldn't sell me, I wanted to be his alone. My reverie was interrupted when he directed me in front of Deidre and Vaughan. He paraded me in front of them with flair and confidence. I saw the room, and the furniture, and the people who populated through a hazy mist of sensory pleasure. I was almost there. I was almost flying. Both Deidre and Vaughan looked me over as I pranced in front of them. They delighted in my immutable captivity. Then they dismissed my presence as if the entertainment was beneath their collective interest. Bound as I was, Rob forced me to watch as Vaughan slowly unbuttoned Deidre's gown. I watched as he methodically undid the clasp of her bra. Deidre's breasts jiggled free, exposed and overtly available. Her petite mounds of femininity were firm and resilient. The nipples were a dark amber colour and the breasts themselves looked like polished white granite. They were smooth and perfect globes of gold. Vaughan looked at me as he began to kneed her nipples. He cupped one breast in his hand and kissed the nipple, then repeated the same attention on the other. Deidre let out a gasp as she unzipped his trousers while Vaughan grabbed both breasts and squeezed them together. Her nipples were a forced tandem and Vaughan licked both of them at the same time. From what I could see, Deidre was completely wet and obviously ready. And it was Mistress Deirdre who quickly became the aggressor. With a dextrous flick of the wrist, she reached inside his pants and pulled Vaughan's erect penis free from his trousers. She delicately probed and touched the huge cock, dipping her middle finger into the glistening pool of viscose drool that was oozing out of the business end of his tool. Then I watched as she brought her finger to her mouth and sucked on it like she would a cock. By now I am almost fully ensconced in sub-space. I watched as Deidre held Vaughan's thick penis in her right hand. Slowly, she began pumping it slowly, up and down, up and down. It was enormous and circumcised, large enough for Deidre to grasp with two hands, one above the other! Vaughan continued fondling Deidre's firm breasts as she busied herself pumping his cock. I felt a tug on my leash. "Kneel!" Rob ordered. "Yes, sir," I replied meekly. I knelt and from behind I felt strong hands gently cup the flattened globes of my own chest. Rob's thumb and forefinger caressed my nipples. At first he was tender with them but soon he was manipulating them with an intensity that brought tears to my eyes. I remained silent to his attention though because, quite frankly, I loved it! I was totally immersed in my obedience to another male and the thought of such submission was electric. "Get down and place your chest over the end of the coffee table. Extend your rump and arch your back." Rob ordered. "Yes, sir," I replied again like a little virgin pussy. I quickly complied and when I was in this position, he straddled me like a horse, pulling on my leash like a set of reins. "Now you can watch Vaughan fuck your Mistress while I abuse you from behind. You're my pussy for tonight." All three of them, Deidre, Vaughan and Rob, broke out into laughter at my forced predicament. This in itself made me 'heady' with my total lack of male sexual competence. I was almost there, in my sub-space. It didn't matter if Rob was about to fuck me, I was almost off the ground on my own personal flight. As I fought to remain consciously aware of all that was happening, Deidre was allowing Vaughan to roughly remove her clothing. I helplessly watched! He was breathing hard as he took charge of my Mistress. Deidre had always been serious about anyone touching her. It was strictly forbidden. Now it was happening directly in front of me and I was powerless to do anything about it. Apparently, so was Mistress Deirdre. Such a sight was unbearable, yet at the same time, overwhelmingly erotic. I was bursting for relief. I was physically restricted. I could not avert my eyes from the scene. My engorged cock throbbed and I wanted to masturbate. I knew I couldn't and this intensified my feelings of unmitigated submission. Then I felt Rob lift his legs as he shifted his body and hovered low on my back. I was a little disappointed. He wasn't going to fuck me after all. His stiff penis was pressed firmly against the small of my back. It was a hard and thick piece of meat. I imagined it as a powerful organ that wouldn't accept 'no' for an answer. The next instant, I felt the spurs dig into the sides of my thighs. The pain was severe at first, but as Rob began to 'ride' me like a horse in full furlong pace, the pain was supplanted by pure and honest ecstasy. I was flying, finally and broke through the clouded ceiling of my own moral gravity. And the harder Rob 'rode' me, the faster his pelvic motions rubbed his huge cock up and down the cavity of my lower back, just above where the cleavage of my ass began. I watched through hazy eyes as Vaughan finished removing his clothes in obvious preparation to soil the purity of my Mistress Deidre. He was determined at his conquest over her and roughly guided Deidre onto her back. She appeared to like this treatment and did as she was told. It was a shock to me that she would comply with such treatment from an aggressive man. "Get your legs up bitch and spread them," he ordered. Then he knelt over her chest and lowered his firm organ to her face. "Kiss it," he ordered, pushing it up to her lips. What bizarre pleasure it was to watch Deidre, with her legs high in the air and spread wide, as she rose up on her elbows and kissed the tip of the bulbous head of Vaughan's cock. Once she did, he slapped her face. "Now lay back with your arms by your side while I fuck you at my leisure!" It was at that point when Rob bumped and jerked to the end of his ride and spurted his hot load on my back. I shuddered in harmony with his tumultuous finale. Then, like a typical man, he got up and left the scene of the crime. No warm words. No facility of passion to the wreck he had left of me. Yet that just made me 'hot'. I wanted more. When I looked back at Vaughan and Deidre, she was fondling his abundant genitals as he shunted his cock in and out of her vagina. Deirdre attended to the shaft of his pumping cock as well as fingering his firmly bagged scrotum. Vaughan looked at me and grinned with confidence as he fucked her while encouraging her to fondle he sac and tweak his anus. Rob eventually returned to the room. This time he was carrying a small horse whip. It was black leather and mean looking. It was attached to his wrist by a small loop. "I whip all my cunts after a ride," he said with a serious countenance. Before I could react to what he had said, he began to rain blows upon my exposed buttocks. "As I am whipping you, have a look at your Mistress as she tries to resist Vaughan's forced entry and understand that you can do absolutely nothing about it." The velocity of the lashes steadily increased. The power of the impact of each contact with the skin of my buttocks grew stronger. I volunteered an audible 'Yes sir!' after each blow. I was now at a point beyond my wildest dreams. I was drifting into a netherland of pure ecstasy. Through an opaque veil I heard each stroke of the whip as it struck my stinging skin. I heard the sounds of love as Vaughan continued to plunge deep into Deidre. I felt my stiffened penis as it jerked towards ejaculation. In the background I faintly heard Rob say that 100 strokes of the horse whip was just the beginning. I knew that my buttocks were numb and I barely felt Rob's hands massage them. He then applied some form of cool ointment to soothe the insult of the leather whip. Then he smoothed the pool of semen that he had jerked onto me, all over my backside. When he finished he grabbed my leash and forced me from my prone position. I stood silently at Rob's urging and continued to watch Vaughan and Deidre. Both were in coitus synchronization. They were nearing their peak. Vaughan's nostrils were flared and he was sweating profusely. Mistress Deirdre was squealing and making other primal if not alien sounds. Their rhythmic motions eventually slowed down. They had not climaxed yet and I contemplated what they may be planning now? I didn't have to wait long. Vaughan pulled himself from Deidre and stood up. He turned to her and told her to continue without him by playing with herself. Again I was shocked as she did as she was told. Vaughan wiped the sweat from his face and then commanded Rob. "Get him over here!" Rob nudged me forward. "On your knees, you little cunt!" This time it was Vaughan who issued the orders. I did as I was told and Vaughan took two steps towards me. He stopped within inches of my upturned face. His penis was a lazy lob, barely semi hard. It was shiny and glistening from the frothy action, penetrating Mistress Deirdre. I was close enough to Vaughan's cock to smell Deidre's scent on it and I was wild with her erotic aroma. With his left hand, Vaughan began fiddling with his cock. It quickly grew to enormous and rigid proportions until it was full size once again and threatening. He looked down at me and roughly grabbed a handful of my hair. "Now it's your turn you little sissy. Kiss it!" he ordered. I couldn't believe what I heard but the slap he gave me brought me to my senses. "Kiss it, you little cunt!" I hesitated until Rob grabbed my nipples from behind and pinched them. The pain was excruciating. But like the last time, it was also sexually pleasing. Pain and pleasure, sweet and sour; it was obvious that I was beginning to fly once again. "Kiss Vaughan's cock," Rob whispered in my ear as he applied even more pressure to my unprotected nipples. "Put your lips on the end of his dick and kiss it," he repeated.I looked up and into Vaughan's face. His grin was condescending, more a smirk than anything, but then suddenly, he became deadly serious. "I told you to kiss it bitch! Now kiss me you little pussy before I get real mad." Vaughan then took hold of my leash and brought my face slowly forward until the tip of his cock confronted my firmly closed lips. Even more pressure now was being put on my nipples. I wanted to give in. I am a submissive male and giving in to the will of others is my reason for being. Finally, when I could no longer accept the searing pain of my pinched nipples, I puckered my lips and proceeded to place a wet kiss on the tip of Vaughan's now enraged penis. "There now, I knew that you wanted to do that," Vaughan said, "so why did you resist?" He smirked at me as he spoke then pulled my head even further back and slapped me hard in the face again. With satisfaction he turned and looked at Deidre. "Get your hands away from it; I'm ready to mount you again!" Then to Rob he said, "String him up and use the spreader bar!" While Vaughan resumed his position on top of Deidre, her legs rising high in the air and opening up to his rough onslaught, Rob released me from the hand cuffs. From the ceiling near the opposite wall he removed a hanging plant. From the hall closet he brought out a harness, a pulley and some rope. Swiftly, from behind the door in the dining room, he brought forth a 4 foot long bar with cuffs attached to either end. I stood off to the side, rigid to attention like a military man waiting to be inspected. With familiarity, Rob assembled the bits and pieces of the gear he had assembled and attached most of it to the ceiling hook from where the plant had originally hung. I observed Rob's actions while stealing glimpses of Vaughan and Deidre from time to time. They were close to sexual culmination, but Vaughan was an experienced cocksman and he seemed to be prolonging the ordeal. "Lie face down on the floor." Rob barked out. I was compliant like liquid when applied to an uneven surface and immediately did as I was told. I was excited to be obedient to dominant male authority. "Spread your legs wide," he snarled. I felt the cuffs as they were attached to my ankles and when they were both in place, Rob assisted me into a standing position. He roughly took hold of my penis and scrotum and looped both with a noose of thin velvet, about an inch wide. With fancy rope work he managed to entwine the material into a lace work grid around both parts of my diminishing manhood so that he could pull or jerk the loose end without causing it to relent its strangle hold grip. He then took the loose end and strung it through the fixed eyebolt that was welded into the centre of the spreader bar directly down from my crotch. By pulling this end tight through the eye bolt, my penis was brutally forced down, causing me considerable pain. On the couch Vaughan and Deidre were thrashing about as they were reaching the pinnacle of their love making. Deidre's legs were snaked tightly around Vaughan's body. Her pelvic thrusts were short strong movements and she was screaming at the top of her lungs; "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder you bastard!" It was at that point in the evening that I realized that Mistress Deirdre was just like any another woman. She was just as wanton and just as selfish. She had planned on being screwed Vaughan and my presence was simply an afterthought. I found it easy to view her as a horny housewife who wanted a baby from her otherwise reluctant husband. Once she had the man trapped between her legs, all she needed to do was scream out epithets for completion. It would be the final lure for her partner to spill his seed deep inside her. I had never seen her like this before. it gave me pause. Rob, unaware of my realization of Deirdre, ordered me to place my hands in front of me. He tied them tightly together then lifted them above my head, looping the rope that secured them over the dangling steel hook. Then he took up the another rope that was coiled on the floor. It had been looped through the hook in the ceiling and by pulling it taut I was lifted clear off the floor. I was swaggered like a piece of meat and the ropes creaked as I swung slightly from side to side. "Your mistress's lover wants you whipped," he said to me. Over Rob's shoulder I watched as Vaughan roughly pulled himself out of Deidre's writhing body. She shrieked and he slapped her soundly for it. "Keep your legs up in the air and wait for me like the bitch in heat that you are."