0 comments/ 28317 views/ 2 favorites The Fucktoy Ch. 01 By: robin35 Roger stood at the bottom of the street and was shaking nervously inside. For months he had been in communication with Ms Whitehall and he had established a rapport with her that seemed to be exactly what he was looking for. Let me tell you a little bit about Roger. He is 6ft 1in tall. He has fair hair with grey eyes and is of medium build. He works as a nurse and in his spare time he loves to write erotic fiction and take sexual photographs. He may not be the most reliable of slaves as he tends to work shifts and finds it very difficult to maintain a relationship. He does however know that he has a very subservient side to himself. He loves to dress up in ladies lingerie and outfits that make him feel good. He has been married and yet has never felt comfortable discussing any aspects of his sexuality with people that he knew. He found Ms Whitehall over the internet and over a very short period of time he found that he was able to talk to her and tell her exactly what he wanted to be- a fuck toy that would do anything that was asked of him no matter how great the risk was. He was prepared to sacrifice everything to serve Ms. Whitehall. Ms Whitehall who was she. She was a woman with two children who used to be a nurse and now who lived and worked in London. She had always wanted a fuck to and here she had the opportunity to have one. Over the internet they built up a relationship. Whenever Roger got uncomfortable he would log off and go and think about things. He knew what he really wanted yet was always scared to take that final step. Even yesterday his mistress had tried to send him a file and he had logged off. Boy how he regretted that. He had gone online and apologized and hoped she would send the file again- please. Today however he had built up the courage and was now stood at the end of her street waiting to meet his mistress for the first time. Roger swallowed hard and then he discarded his sixth cigarette for the day. With shaking hands and sweating palms he walked along the street and up to the front door of his mistress. Again he stood for a moment and then he braced himself and knocked on the door. There was no answer and then he noticed that the door had a buzzer. He pressed the buzzer and waited for the buzz to be answered. Eventually after what seemed like an age there was a responding buzz and Roger was beckoned to speak. "Hello it is Roger I believe Ms. Whitehall is expecting me" "Come in" There was another buzz and then Roger was able to push the door open. He walked into a carpeted hallway in which there was a coffee table. On the table there was a note addressed to Roger. He picked up the note and read. I hope you have come dressed as I instructed you to. If you have then we may continue. Remove your coat and go to the kitchen. There you will find instructions on how I like my cup of tea in the morning. Make the tea then bring it upstairs. The third door on the right is my bedroom. Knock on the door and wait for me to answer. We will take it from there. Roger dropped the note back onto the coffee table and then he slipped off the coat. Underneath he was wearing a pair of black fishnet stockings. A pair of black stilettos and a leather thong in which his cock hung over the top. His cock was trussed in a ring to stop him becoming erect. He had shaved all his pubic hair off and also his facial hair and underarm hair. He knew he was in for a day of servitude and he was excited by the prospect. Roger walked into the kitchen and found the instructions as he knew he would. They were very exact and Roger tried to follow them to the letter. When the tea was prepared he left the kitchen and climbed the stairs with the tea. When he got to the third room on the right he stood for a moment and then he knocked. Ms. Whitehall made him stand there five minutes before she bade him enter. He knew what to do because they had discussed it for many months. Bowing his head he walked into the bedroom and walked across to the bed. He was not allowed to look at his mistress. When he knew he was by the bed he held out the tea and he visibly shook when his mistress touched him and took the tea from him. Silently he stood there and then his mistress spoke. "Turn round and let me look at you" Roger did as he was instructed and as he turned round he felt a sting as his mistress slapped his arse. He did not flinch but carried on turning. When he had completed 360 degrees his mistress spoke again. "Well done fucktoy at least you can follow instructions. Now I have been laid here horny all morning waiting for your arrival and I am ready to cumm. Do you think you are capable of that?" "Yes mistress" Roger replied "Good" With that his mistress threw back the duvet she was under and revealed that she was naked. Although he tried not to Roger gazed at her naked form and wanted to jump on her there and then. Ms. Whitehall saw him look and said "I saw that I shall deal with that later" "Yes mistress" Roger uttered. He knew that he was in trouble and would be punished for that later. "Now then you wimp. Climb on the bed and get between my thighs. I am sweaty and I am wet. I want to cumm and I want to cumm quickly" "Yes mistress" Roger replied and then he was climbing onto the bed. He knew what she liked when she was licked. He positioned himself between her thighs and then he slowly kissed up one and then the other. His mistress did not make it easy and he had to massage her thighs until she opened them. When he managed this he was greeted by a wet and sweating pussy. He took the opportunity to inhale her smell and then he moved forward. He was on knees as his mistress like and when he clamped his lips around her cunt she sighed and stroked his hair. He kissed her in a French fashion as if he was kissing her. It created a vacuum effect that allowed him to swallow her juices whilst sucking in her lips and clit. She encouraged him to bite on her clit and when she was satisfied she changed position. She pushed him off until he was lying on his back and then she hovered above him. She spread her lips and allowed her juices to drip onto his face. She instructed him to smear his face in them. When he did she lowered herself onto his face and smothered him. Roger gasped for breath but knew he could not resist. When she was sat on him he stuck out his tongue and began to lap at him. She ground her cunt hard onto his face and did not let up. As Roger sucked she bucked and fucked his face. She grabbed his hair and called him a wimp and pathetic. Roger loved the abuse and wanted to please her. It seemed to take ages and yet she was ready to cumm. She ground down hard and then she screamed. She unleashed a torrent of fluid onto his face and moved her cunt all around smothering him. Roger lapped it up and when she had finished cumming she laid on her back and instructed Roger to clean her. He was only too willing to please her and did as instructed. When he was finished she kicked him off the bed and instructed him to go and run the bath for her. Roger left the mistresses bedroom on all fours. She wanted to humiliate him and he had offered himself to her so that he could be humiliated. On all fours he was aware of his knees scrapping on the wool carpet and he knew that he would have friction burns when he got to stand. This was all part of the humiliation that he was prepared to suffer in order to please his mistress. Ms. Whitehall lent over and reached into her bedside cabinet. She located her cigarettes and then her gold lighter and lit the cigarette. She laid back on the pillows and blew smoke into the air and smiled to herself. She was sure that she had the makings of a good slave in Roger although he needed to be properly trained. She would have to make sure that he learnt his lesson that she was the mistress and that he was the fucktoy. He would also have to learn that sacrifices had to be made in his life if he was to accommodate this life. He has a reluctance to give himself over totally to her. He tried to balance a life of servitude with holding down a job with irregular work patterns. This mad regular contact difficult. She had thought of asking him for his mobile number and then she could be in contact with him whenever she wanted. It would enable her to contact him and make him do things that she wanted when she wanted. She had already asked him to learn to suck his own cumm and she demanded a photo of his mouth ready to receive his own cumm. This for Roger would mean having to get a camera that enabled him to set a shot and then take a picture on remote control. It would be an expense for him but he had already decided that he would do it. She was mildly happy laid there smoking her cigarette and thinking of the humiliation that she could rain down on him. She could not help herself. The thought of Roger worshipping her was enough to have her playing with herself. Meanwhile Roger had crawled into the bathroom. It was like a boudoir. Decorated in bright colors everything matched and was immaculately presented. Roger could not help but admire her taste. He searched for some bath salts and when he found what he was looking for he started the bath running and waited for it. He knew what sort of temperature Ms. Whitehall wanted and he knew he had better not make it too hot. Satisfied that he had got things just right he checked the towel. It had to be warm so that he could wrap his mistress up in it after she had bathed. This all done he then got back down on his knees and crawled back into the bedroom. He reached the side of the bed and waited for his mistress to move. She was aware that he was there but she was already lost in her wanking. She was not going to let this wimp interrupt her pleasure. She imagined Roger taking his pathetic cock and fucking her with it as she berated him. It was enough for her and she was soon spasming laid on her back. When she came down from her orgasm she looked down at Roger and saw that he had not moved from his position at the side of the bed. He could be good. She swung her legs out of bed and then waited as Roger moved into position. He was positioned with his arse against the bed and she was able to mount him like a horse. When she was comfortable Ms. Whitehall slapped his arse and Roger set off. All the way to the bathroom she slapped his arse as Roger carried her. He pushed open the door with his face and then he lowered her to the floor. When she was ready he stood and scooped her in his arms. Lovingly he lowered her into the bath. He had got the temperature just right and Ms. Whitehall enjoyed the sensation of warmth and the scent of the bath salts... Roger knew he had to leave her to soak for ten minutes. In that time he did not move and waited obediently by her side. He was quiet because that was what Ms. Whitehall like when she was in the bath. "I am ready" she barked Roger scurried into life. He found a sponge and lathered it in her favorite fragrance. Then with reverence he cleaned her all over making sure to clean her cunt and her arse. When he was finished she tingled all over. Roger then reached for the towel and stood with his head bowed as his mistress stood and wrapped herself in it. She walked out of the bathroom with Roger trailing behind her. Once in the bedroom she allowed Roger to dry her. He did so then went to her wardrobe and took out her clothes for the day. He chose a matching set of underwear with skirt and blouse and fine stockings. He helped her dress then did her hair and make-up. Satisfied she gave him another note then left him alone in the house as she went to work. It would be a good day she thought as she hailed a taxi. Ms. Whitehall sat in the back of the taxi with a very smug look on her face. She was aware of the driver looking at her in his rearview mirror and she was tempted to tell him to fuck off and mind his own business but she could not be bothered not today. She worked in Downing Street and was busy all day. Although she enjoyed her job, it was not this that was making her smug. No, it was what was happening at home that was making her smile. Over the years, she had realized that she had a very dominant streak to her nature and also that she held men in very low regard. She saw them as things to be used for her pleasure. She had tried working in a caring profession trying to help people but all she found was that she wanted to punish some men. She had tried several times to find a slave that she could train to do her very bidding and had always been very disappointed. They were always a waste of space. When she had discovered Roger, she had not been particularly looking. It was more that he had found her. She had taken her time to find out what sort of person he was and had listened when he revealed items about his past that he did not feel comfortable talking to people about. She had tried to nurture him whilst at the same time making sure that he knew what was expected of him. Roger was trying his best. He had a son and he had a job that required him to work shifts so it was not always easy for him to fall in with Ms. Whitehall's wishes. For the moment, she was prepared to accept this but could not let it go indefinitely. Anyway, she was smiling because today had been a breakthrough. She had finally managed to persuade Roger to come to London and he had done so. He had dressed as she had ordered him to and he had brought her off just as she had liked it. Yes, he had digressed whilst looking at her wanking but she would punish him for that later. His bathing duties had been superb. He had the water to the right temperature and then he lovingly bathed, toweled, and dressed her so that by the time she left for work she felt ready to face the day. As the cab drew up outside her place of work, she was able to laugh at the list of jobs she had left for Roger to do. He was obedient but she could always find fault. It would be fun punishing him tonight. She knew that she had him for forty-eight hours before he had to go back to work and she intended to make as pleasurable and as painful a time as he could handle and she could enjoy. She stepped out of the cab, paid the driver, left him no tip, and then walked into her place of work. She wanted to forget about her slave at home but it was too much for her and she realized that today was a day for wet knickers and she would have to find some way to relieve herself or get someone else to do it for her. She did not want fucking. That would spoil the anticipation for later. No, she just wanted to be fingered or tongued to orgasm. She would have to find a suitable candidate. Back at her house, Roger had waited for Ms. Whitehall to leave for work. She had left instructions that he could move only when she told him he could. He was stood stock still with his head bowed and his hands behind his back. The signal was a one ring of the phone. It seemed an age but it was only twenty minutes before the phone rang. Roger at last was able to look at the note she had sent him. It was a beautiful individual envelope with scented paper inside. He pulled the sheaf of paper out and realized that the scent was that of his mistress's pussy. She had obviously written the note and then wiped it with her cunt. He knew the scent because he had undergone the pleasure of smelling it recently. It made his cock strain against the ring and he wished he could release himself and wank. This was impossible because Ms. Whitehall had the key. Instead, he took the note and began to read. Dear Fucktoy, I hope you enjoyed the scent of my cunt because it is the nearest you are going to get to it. Firstly, let me tell you that I expect the house to be immaculately tidy by the time I get home later on today. Being a nurse I have no doubt that you will do an excellent choice. When you have done that, you will prepare the vegetables and meat for my evening meal. I have left instructions of how I like my vegetables cooked and how rare I like my meat. All that should be easy for you. When you have done those chores, which you only have until lunchtime to, do I want you to go to Soho? There you will find a shop called Anastasia's. Go into the shop and tell them you have been sent by Ms. Whitehall. They will know what to do. Do not take all day because I shall expect my meal on the table when I get home. Lastly under no circumstances are you to answer the phone. If you do, you will be punished. See you soon my little fucktoy. Ms. Whitehall. Roger finished reading the note and then he went downstairs. He folded the note up and placed it the pocket of his coat ready to wank over when he was able to get home. It would become a lasting memory of his Mistress. As she had implied in her note the chores were not difficult. He had a fine eye for detail and took his time to ensure that the house was cleaned to his standards. When he was finished, he thought his mistress would be pleased. At no time did he actually think about the fact that he was walking around a strange house dressed in stockings, heels and a leather thong. The mistress had opened all the curtains prior to going to work so anyone walking past could see him. When he had cleaned the house, he then went to the kitchen. He was thirsty and hungry but he dared not prepare anything for himself. He found the vegetables and lovingly peeled them making sure no imperfections remained. He found the lamb and set it in a marinade. He was just getting ready to leave the house to go to Soho when the phone began to ring. He remembered the instructions that he had been given so he stood there and let it ring. For fully five minutes, the phone rang. Ms. Whitehall sat in her office holding the receiver of her phone to her ear. She was a patient woman, she loved to tease, and she felt for certain that her fucktoy could not stand there and let the phone ring indefinitely. He would be weak and give in. Eventually Roger's spirit broke. The caller was persistent and he could not help but think that maybe the call was important. He picked up the phone and spoke. "Hello Ms. Whitehall's residence. How can I help?" Ms. Whitehall was impressed by the way, he answered the phone, but she could not disguise the fact that he had ignored her instructions. "Good afternoon you pathetic little wanker. I thought I told you not to answer the phone to anyone." She had a voice that cut through Roger like ice and he immediately knew that he was in big trouble "Sorry mistress" he whimpered down the line "It was just that the phone rang for such a long time I thought it may have important" "It was important it was me you wimp but still you have disobeyed me. For that, you will be severely punished. Now go back to what you were doing and I shall speak to you when I get home" Ms. Whitehall put down the phone and could not help but laugh aloud at how she had tricked her fucktoy and his pathetic reaction to her. On the other hand, Roger was crying not because he was in trouble but because he had let his mistress down. He managed to stop crying and put on his coat and made his way to Soho. He found Anastasia's and saw that it was a shop that specialized in maids uniforms. His mistress's plan now became obvious but he would not let her down. He pushed open the door to the shop and presented himself to one of the sales assistances. For a moments she looked at him and then she said "Ah the fucktoy of Ms. Whitehall. Would you mind taking off your clothes so I may measure you" Roger stood and shook the coat from his body. As he did this, he noticed the sales assistant call all her colleagues to the front of the shop. There were three of them all young and as Roger stood there in stockings and heels, they laughed at him. The Fucktoy Ch. 01 Roger blushed but managed to stay staring straight ahead. Eventually the laughter subsided and the assistant measured him. Satisfied that the measurements were correct she brought a collection of uniforms for him to try. He had no choice in what he got that was up to the girl's. They settled on a leather outfit that had a hole cut out for his arse and had a pouch for his cock. They arranged him then put his coat back on and allowed him to leave. Roger returned to Ms. Whitehall's home and awaited her return. What he didn't know was that the girl's had rung his mistress and informed her they had chosen. She listened intently and was satisfied with their choice. It would be fun to return home tonight. The Fucktoy Ch. 02 Roger sat in his mistress's home and waited. He had done all the chores that were expected of him in the flat. She was not messy but she had purposely left the flat untidy so that there would be chores for Roger to do. Roger had made the mistake of thinking that he would be there for forty-eight hours when in fact Ms. Whitehall had other ideas. She liked her life and was not going to allow a wimp like Roger to get his feet under the table and think that he had a place in her flat let alone her life. Ms. Whitehall was in charge of her life. She knew what she wanted and she was not going to let a mere man have an influence on that. Men were good for very few things. If you got the right one then they could clean for you and maybe even have sex with you other than that they were useless attachments. Satisfied that he had done all that had been asked of him Roger sat and flicked through the television stations and then he put some music on. He was unaware that Ms. Whitehall had rigged her flat with hidden video cameras. When she got home she would be able to see exactly what Roger had been up to all day. As Roger sat around and waited for his mistress to return home she was at work and she was horny. She needed relief and she needed it now. She held a position at work that gave her a secretary. When Ms. Whitehall had taken the position she had done so on the understanding that she got to employ her own secretary. She had written up her advert and then drawn up a shortlist from all the applicants. No-one had particularly drawn attention to the fact that all the people on the shortlist were men. She had interviewed the men with a member of personnel and although they had drawn up a list of questions Ms. Whitehall had drawn up her own agenda. Eventually she had settled on Marcus and although personnel had tried to convince her otherwise he had fulfilled all of Ms. Whitehall's criteria. He was about 6ft tall and very well-developed. He had lovely blue eyes and a physique to die for. Ms. Whitehall had also noted that he had an attitude that bordered on arrogant and she looked forward to training him. She had also suspected that underneath this masculine front that he portrayed there was a wimp waiting to get out. She had pushed for him to get the position and she had eventually won. He had been with Ms. Whitehall a year now and in that time he had been turned from a jack the lad to a willing servant. He could not and would not ever go so far as being a slave but Ms. Whitehall had trained him sufficiently that when she needed attention he gave it to her. Now was one of those times. She buzzed on the intercom "Marcus I need you now and no it is not a work issue" Marcus listened to her voice and he quickly became erect. He was back in favor again. Over the past few months Ms. Whitehall had found a new source to pleasure her and although Marcus would not admit it in company he had actually missed his boss. Now she wanted him again. He leapt from his desk and ran to her door. He knocked and then he stood and waited. He knew that he could only enter when she gave him permission. He also knew that she liked to keep him waiting so he was surprised when she immediately answered his knock and bade him enter. As Marcus entered the office his boss was exactly as he knew she would be. She was perched on her desk with her skirt around her waist and her knickers discarded on the floor. She had spread her thighs and was waiting. If he delayed Marcus knew that he would be in trouble. Ms. Whitehall had never struck him or docked his wage no she was worse than that. The last time he had let her down she found a particular girl that he was interested in and told her that he had a small cock and was a useless fuck. This had caused Marcus to become the butt of all the office jokes. Girls being girls they talked and soon no-one wanted to get out with him. It had meant that Marcus had been made to look outside the office for a girlfriend. He had eventually overcome the embarrassment of this situation and had even managed to prove a couple of the office girls wrong. Armed with this knowledge he was not going to make another mistake so he dropped his head and walked contritely towards his boss. He stood before her with his head bowed and without looking at her he began to finger her. If she was in a bad mood Ms. Whitehall would feign orgasm and then tell him what a shit little fucker he was. If she was in a good mood then he was allowed to tongue her to orgasm and when he was finished he was rewarded with a kiss. Today she appeared to be in a good mood. He had begun by fingering her with one finger and then another. She wanted more and encouraged him to place a third finger in her cunt. When she was ready Marcus got down on his knees and prepared to lick her. Ms. Whitehall spread her lips and then he was there. Marcus stuck out his tongue and began to lap at her. He then enveloped her cunt with all of his mouth and sucked her out. Ms. Whitehall grabbed his hair and as she cunt frenched she pulled his hair and called him any swear words she could think off. She loved this part of the job and it would do until she got home. She urged him on with abuse. The nastier she got the more aroused she got. She was ready for this and in need of this. When she was ready she spat out at him and then she came all over his face. She encouraged him to dry her out and clean her. She then grabbed her knickers made sure she was clean and shoved them in his mouth. Marcus stood thanked his boss and left the office with the knickers in place. When he was outside the office he removed the knickers and added them to the pile in his briefcase. Ms. Whitehall sat on the desk with her legs spread and her pussy satisfied. She was temporarily sated. She had trained Marcus well and she was so glad she had chosen him to be her secretary. The rest of the day passed quickly. Ms Whitehall could not wait to get home. She Roger there who would do whatever she asked of him and she had a secretary who would service her on demand. The one thing that Ms Whitehall hated about her life was the fact that she also had a boss and as the day was winding down he summoned her to his office. Ms. Whitehall stood up from her desk and swore quietly under her breath. Her boss was a greasy man who had made it clear on more than one occasion that if she slept with him her promotion chances would be increased. Up until this day Ms. Whitehall had refused his advances and she was determined that she would never use sex to get herself up the ladder. Men were pathetic and she could make it in her own right. She left her office and made her way towards the office of her boss. She had such contempt for the man that all she did was knock and walk right in. When she did she confronted by the sight of her boss fondling his young secretary. The boss quickly dismissed the secretary and invited Ms. Whitehall to take a seat. As always she refused as she liked the advantage of standing. The conversation with her boss lasted fifteen minutes and when they were finished Ms. Whitehall dismissed the boss and returned to her office. He had made an offer to her and the fact that she had Roger at home made the offer tempting so she was willing to comply. She packed her briefcase and then left the office for the day. She had a slave at home and the evening promised to be very interesting. Ms. Whitehall was not an extravagant woman. Oh, she liked her flat to be clean and she dressed according to the latest fashions but she was not seasonally led by market forces. She believed that the money that she earned should be put to go use and so she used most of it to purchase sexy and erotic lingerie and an array of toys and punishment tools for her slaves. Other than that, she spent her money on fine food and wine. The one extravagance that she did allow herself was that she always took a taxi to and from work. She had struggled with the tube and buses and found that she hated to be crowded and looked up and down by strangers. Next she had tried taking her car and for a while that had worked but then the beloved Lord Mayor had introduced congestion charges. This had made her journey to work by car financially unviable. She was not going back to work by tube and so she had elected for the pleasure of her cab. Stood outside her office she was getting frustrated. Her taxi was not there waiting for her and she had games to play before the evening got into full swing. Eventually it pulled up at the side of her but Ms. Whitehall by now was really pissed off. "I ordered this taxi for five o'clock." She screamed at the driver. "Sorry ma'am pressure of traffic at this time of day. You know how it is!!" "I do not bloody well pay you for excuses. Now I am due at home at five thirty that gives you fifteen minutes to get there. If you do not you will not be paid. Do you understand?" "Yes ma'am" the cabbie mumbled and set off. Ms. Whitehall sat back in the seat and tried to relax and close her eyes until she got home. Meanwhile the cabbie was thinking what a stuck up bitch she was. She did not care what he thought. If her attitude stunk to him then she knew it would guarantee that she got home on time. Sure enough, the cabbie made no discussion on the journey home and made it to her house with a minute to spare. To make sure Ms. Whitehall checked her watch and then she stepped out and paid the cabbie. There was no thank-you and the cabbie was only too keen to get rid of her. Leaving the taxi driver alone with his thoughts, Ms. Whitehall removed her mobile phone from her purse. She had told that pathetic wimp Roger that she would be home at five-thirty but it was his first day with her and she was prepared to give him a chance. She used the same signal that she had used to signal that she was at work. In the house, the phone rang once and Roger knew what he had to do. He had already prepared her cup of tea and with the required obedience; he was now on all fours waiting by the door with the cup of tea on his back. Ms Whitehall walked into the house and saw that Roger had taken up the position that she had ordered hi to assume. She did not greet him or compliment him because he was such a pathetic little wanker and in particular, the taxi driver had pissed her off. She just grabbed the tea and set off upstairs. Unfortunately, for Roger in her haste and anger she spilt some of the tea and it landed on his exposed buttocks. The tea was red hot and Roger could not help but cry out as it hit his exposed skin. Ms. Whitehall stopped half way up the stairs and ran back down. She placed the tea on the coffee table and then she grabbed Roger by the hair. She pulled him up until she was staring straight into his face. "You pathetic little shit. I have told you never to make a noise in my presence. Yet you choose to disobey. It was a mere drop of tea and you could not keep silent." Ms. Whitehall then threw him back to the floor and left him alone for a minute. When she returned Roger was looking at the floor with his back to her. She was angry and pissed off. She needed to vent some aggression and Roger was going to get it. In her hand, she had a cane, which Roger could not see. This would make it all the more of a surprise for him. She raised it into the air and all Roger heard was a swish and then he felt a sharp stinging sensation spread across his buttocks. He had to bite his tongue to stop from screaming out. However, Ms. Whitehall was not going to let him off this easily and before he had the chance to get used to the first stroke she administered a second. It hurt Roger so much tears began to form. Ms Whitehall was feeling the tension floor from her as she struck her slave. A further ten strokes followed for Roger and at the end of it, he was crying openly. Ms. Whitehall just dropped the cane picked up her tea and ascended up the stairs. She turned to Roger and said, "Follow me you wimp" Roger did as instructed. Ms. Whitehall always enjoyed administering punishment to her slaves. She still owed Roger a punishment for looking at her earlier in the day but that could wait. A dishing out of punishment always made her hot and sweaty and it was Roger's job to clean her up. She entered her bedroom and made sure to slam the door behind her. Roger would have to learn he could not just enter the room. When Roger arrived, he saw the shut door. Like a dog, he pawed at the door until his mistress bade him enter. When he did, he crawled in and towards his mistress. Ms. Whitehall was stood there waiting for him. He managed to stand without making eye contact and help her out of her jacket. Next, he removed her blouse and bra. Ms. Whitehall just raised her arms and Roger slowly cleaned the sweat from her armpits. When she was satisfied, she cupped her breasts and Roger cleans under them. Next, he dropped to his knees and removed her stockings. He made sure not to touch her feet for she hated this. Finally, he removed her skirt. Naked now Ms. Whitehall stood and spread her legs. Roger knew her cunt would be sweaty and it was his job to clean it. He licked it out and then he frenched it. Ms Whitehall was not impressed with his work so she kicked him off and ordered him to start the shower. He did as instructed. He was perplexed. Ms Whitehall was frustrated and yet excited and he was getting variant signals. Ah the lot of a fucktoy. Roger had been with Ms. Whitehall for nearly ten hours now and he had seen an array of emotions with her. He had tried his hardest to do, as she wanted nut he knew that what he did would never be good enough for her and he would always be laying himself open to punishment. His wonderful Mistress had come home from work in a mood of some sort and as he knew, was his place he had been punished. It was not always a case of when he was wrong that she would punish him. Now he was stood in the bathroom and was preparing to shower her. He also had tea to prepare and wanted that to be just right. It was turning into a tight schedule and he was anxious to make sure that everything was right. He had foolishly convinced himself that when he had been frenching her cunt he was doing something that she had taught him to do and he thought he was doing it rather well. He knew now that this had been his mistake. He could never afford to take his mistress and her moods for granted. It was an internal struggle for him. He knew that he wanted to be a submissive and he knew the work that was involved in this. However, he was struggling with the man within and it was often a fight as to which side of his character would win. So far, he had managed to control himself and he hoped that he could last the twenty-four hours and be allowed another chance. He did not have the time to ponder his lot. This was an indulgence that if Ms. Whitehall knew about she would surely punish him for. Roger started the shower and adjusted the temperature until it was flowing just right for Ms. Whitehall. When he was convinced, everything was just right he returned to the bedroom and found his mistress lying on the bed staring at the ceiling. He said nothing and just waited for Ms. Whitehall to move. At last, she threw her legs off the bed and held out her arms. Roger knew what was expected and he gently picked up his mistress and carried her to the bathroom. Struggling but giving his mistress priority, he pulled back the shower curtain and then helped her in. Ms. Whitehall stood silent in the shower and let the flow of the water wash away the stresses of the day. Roger had to watch for a signal and as he did he could see Ms. Whitehall relax. When she was ready, he took her favorite soap and lathered a sponge. He made sure not to splash on himself as he soaped her body lovingly and made sure she was clean. He noticed how trim her hair was and he admired it. He wanted to climb into the shower and comfort his mistress. Yet there had been no physical contact between the two of them and much as he wanted there to be he knew that this would only happen if Ms. Whitehall permitted it. When she was clean and he had washed off all the soap he turned off the shower and helped his mistress into a dressing gown. She walked out of the bathroom without a word and sat on the bed waiting for Roger to dry her. He came in from the bathroom and set about his task when Ms. Whitehall spoke. "I forgot to tell you wimp. There will be three more for supper and you will have to make what you have prepared stretch so that they are not left unfulfilled. You will also wait on us. I would also like you to know without pitting pressure on you that the company will be my boss and his colleagues. As you can imagine it is imperative that you do not disappoint them or me. Whilst these men are in the house, you will do whatever they ask you to do. Do you understand?" The mention of further company for supper had deflated Roger and the fact that he had to serve them and not his mistress further stung but he knew he could say nothing. All he could say was, "Yes mistress. I am your slave and will do whatever you ask." Ms. Whitehall was not completely heartless. She wanted Roger to look his best and also she wanted the meal to be perfect so she would have to make a sacrifice. This would be that Roger would have to forego dressing her. This was a big sacrifice for Ms. Whitehall as this was one of her favorite things. All she could think was fuck that wanker boss of mine. She gave Roger his instructions and with regret watched him leave and leave her alone. Roger went downstairs and into the kitchen. He looked at the meat and knew that he could stretch it to four and that he would miss out. He had enough fresh vegetables to add some more. The preparation would take time but he would not let her down. He decided to conjure up a starter from the ingredients that were left and was rather pleased that he managed to invent a soup for all the guests. When he was satisfied that all in the kitchen was in hand he went to prepare himself. Ms. Whitehall had generously given him a small room in which he could ready himself. He stripped off and showered and then dried. Next, he took his razor and gave himself a shave including his balls and anus. He liked to be smooth and so did his mistress. Next, he took a wig and styled his hair and then applied his make-up. When he dressed, he wore new stockings and put on a clean uniform. He added the stilettos then looked in the mirror. From the front, his cock hung out and when he turned round, his buttocks were exposed. It was the look Ms. Whitehall asked for and he was happy to deliver. At eight o'clock, the doorbell rang and Roger answered it. There stood three suited men. Roger took a step back and bade the men to enter. Initially they stood there and then they broke out into laughter. They were laughing at Roger and he had to stand there and take it. Finally, the men stopped laughing and then they entered the house. On the way, one grabbed his cock and another touched his arse. All Roger could do was stand there and let them touch him. He had his instructions from Ms. Whitehall. However, Roger should have been upstairs. Ms. Whitehall had dressed and made herself up and now she was sat on her bed replaying the conversation of her boss. Somehow, he had found out about her and Marcus and was determined to bring her down a peg or two with it. He had told her the evidence that he had and what he expected. He suspected she had a maid!!!! at home and he wanted to be introduced. Ms. Whitehall was temporarily defeated and she knew she had to give in. It had hurt her so much. She guarded jealously her home and what went on behind closed doors and now this weasel of a man was threatening to ruin it all. She had hated acceding to his demands but she knew she had no choice. The Fucktoy Ch. 02 She was laying Roger up for slaughter and she actually found that she hated herself for it. She had to find a way to get this weasel back and she would protect Roger. At last she ready to face the crowd. She descended the stairs and when she went into the room she found the men had Roger running around after them and when he was not they were touching him and abusing him. Inside she hurt for him but all she could do when she entered the room was ask him for a drink. With tears in eyes from humiliation and rejection from his mistress, Roger got her drink and on knees gave it to her. The men laughed at his servitude and then Watched as Roger left to serve dinner. The men then tried to goad Ms. Whitehall about her life but she was stronger than they were. She let them laugh at her knowing that she had a trick up her sleeve and would have her revenge on these pathetic men. Throughout the evening, Roger dutifully served her guests as they subjected him to all forms of torment. In his favor, he had never done men so he got nothing sexually from this. Ms. Whitehall looked at her guests and saw on the other hand that they did get aroused by what they were doing. All material for her. The meal passed without incidence and as the men got drunker Ms. Whitehall could feel herself getting more annoyed. Finally, the men left and Ms. Whitehall approached Roger. "Would you clean up and join me in the bedroom" "Yes mistress" Roger replied. With a sorrowful look, he watched an unhappy mistress climb the stairs to her bedroom. The Fucktoy Ch. 03 Roger went back to the dining room and with a disconsolate look on his face he cleared away the dishes. He placed them all on a tray and took them to the kitchen. Once there he placed the tray on the side and set the water running. There was some fine china and crystal and he knew that it would be criminal to break it. As he stood at the sink and lovingly washed each piece his mind could not help but wander to his mistress and how she had been tonight. It was obvious from her face throughout the evening that she had not invited these men voluntarily into her home. They had made her uncomfortable not just by their intrusion into her private space but also because of the way they had treated him. At several points throughout the evening she had watched as her mistress had dug her fingers into her hand or bit her lip in frustration. Roger at times had wanted to go and comfort her but he had known that this would have only humiliated his mistress. She had to remain strong in front of these men if she was to win. At the end of the evening she had watched as his mistress had bade these men goodbye. There had been no thanks for her hospitality and at that point Roger had known that something was wrong. As his mistress had climbed the stairs to her room her shoulders had been slumped and gone was the strong woman of this morning. Roger stood and cried as he dried the crystal. If he was a man he would have stood up to these men but he was a wimp and had allowed his mistress to be humiliated. He did not know what to expect when he went to her room. Finishing the washing and drying Roger put the dishes away and then turned off the irrelevant electricity. He checked the door to the flat was bolted and locked and then he set the alarm. All was correct and he was ready to join his mistress in her bedroom. He walked up the stairs and arrived at his mistress's door. He stood and knocked and waited for an answer. When the reply came it was a silent, "Enter" Roger bent his head and opened the door to his mistresses' bedroom. What he saw was the most wonderful sight. Ms. Whitehall was sat in a chair by the window. She had a book in one hand and a cigarette in another. Although she appeared to be reading her mind was elsewhere and for a moment she was not even aware that Roger was there. When at last she did she turned to him and smiled and then she spoke. "Roger you are my Slave and I expect nothing but complete adoration from you. You will never give yourself to another. Do you understand?" "Yes mistress" "What happened tonight I had no control over? The shortest of the three men is my boss and he somehow found out about my life and looked to use it to his advantage. He caught me unawares and I let him in to my life and as a result into yours. I am your mistress and as such I can never apologize because that would undermine my position with you. However I shall make you a promise. An incident like that will never happen again and together we will have our revenge. Do you understand?" "Yes mistress" "Good. Now come to me" Roger walked forward and as he did Ms. Whitehall stretched out her arms. Roger fell into the bosom of her chest and he wept. Ms. Whitehall allowed him to but she did not want him to get carried away. When sufficient time had passed she bade him to stand and then she said. "Prepare me for bed." Roger had been cheered by her words and comfort and so when she was ready he was only too willing to comply. He was quick to stand and pick his mistress up. He stood her up and then he went round her back. She had a lovely black velvet dress on and Roger could not help but feel her body through the material. For once she did not admonish him but Roger knew he could not go too far. With shaking hands he reached for the zipper on the dress and drew it down. When it was completely down he helped his mistress remove one arm and then another. The dress slid from her body and Roger made sure to catch it before it hit the floor. Lovingly he took the dress and hooked it on a hanger ready to go for dry cleaning. He walked back to his Mistress and could not help but marvel at her beauty. She was stunning to him and he longed to made love to her. His cock strained against the ring so much it hurt. His Mistress was stood there in black silk underwear, stockings and a suspender belt. Each item he tenderly removed until she was naked. He fought so hard not to take her there but instead pulled back the duvet and tucked his mistress in. He then lit a cigarette for her and gave it to her. Next he prepared himself for bed. He removed the wig then his make-up. Finally he slipped out of the uniform and was naked. His mistress looked at him and then said. "You did more than I expected of you tonight. I still owe you a punishment for this morning but I also feel you deserve a reward. You may get under the duvet with me and lie with me naked." Roger was so excited but he knew he had to control himself. He walked slowly round to the other side of the bed and climbed him. His mistress invited him to cuddle and this he did. Her skin felt so smooth against his and he was becoming aroused despite the ring. Ms. Whitehall turned to him and said. "Do you like my body slave?" "Yes mistress." "Do you love my body wimp?" "Yes mistress." "Do you love me?" "Yes mistress" "Good. Now Roger I need to rest for a couple of hours and think about our revenge on my boss. You may stay and cuddle me. Set your alarm for 2am." "Yes mistress" Then Roger looked and her eyes were closed. He reached up, turned off the light, and closed his eyes. Roger could not believe how lucky a man he actually was. For months, he had communicated with Ms. Whitehall and built up a rapport with her better than he had ever encountered. He had not been ashamed to talk with her about his adoption and abuse. He did however feel that he had lied to her. Laid there with her arms around him as she dozed Roger knew that he was keeping a secret from her. It was a result of his abuse and yet he had not told her. How could he tell someone that because of his abuse he was a depressive with an alcohol problem? It required medication to get him through the day and then further medication to help him sleep. For ten months he had not worked. He had suffered a nervous breakdown and was now a claustrophobic. Oh, he had managed to control things and was back at work but he had kept all this from her. He knew that if he was to tell her now she would be upset and that was the last thing he wanted to do. He struggled to close his eyes. He had not brought his medication with him because he did not want his mistress to know so as she lay with her arms around him and her eyes closed he laid and looked at her, her body. He knew that at some point he would have to cross the line and tell her exactly who he was. He did not know what to expect but whatever it was, he would handle it. His alarm clock was set for two am and he was ready for it going off. 01.50Am. Roger eased himself up from the arms of Ms. Whitehall. It was the hardest thing he had ever had to do. Wrapped in her arms he felt safe and secure. She offered him comfort even when resting and he had willingly taken it. Now however he had work to do. Ms. Whitehall had instructed him to wake at her at 2am and he was not going to disappoint her. He slipped naked out of the bed and went to the toilet. He was about to piss when he remembered where he was. This was the bathroom of Ms. Whitehall and she would not want him sullying it. He stepped back into the bedroom and gazed with love at the resting form of his mistress. He had to leave her alone. He left the bedroom and went downstairs to his own room. There he was able to piss and refresh himself. He made sure to brush his teeth. Satisfied and feeling alive he went to the kitchen and set the kettle to boil. As he waited, he prepared the pot for the tea. The kettle clicked off and Roger poured the hot water onto the tealeaves. He checked his watch and saw he had two minutes. He removed the watch then took the tea up top his mistress's bedroom. As he walked in, he saw the clock tick over to 01.59am. He was ready for his mistress. He stood naked at the side of the bed, reached over, and turned the alarm clock off. If Ms. Whitehall said 2am, she would be awake at 2am. Roger just stood there obediently and waited for his mistress to rouse herself. The clock clicked again and showed 2am. Like a switch going on Ms. Whitehall opened her eyes. She saw her slave stood there naked holding the cup of tea and took it from him. Roger went to her bedside cabinet and lit her cigarette. He handed it to her and watched as she inhaled. She did not cough or splutter. When the nicotine had hit her lungs and she had sipped the first taste of tea she bade Roger to sit beside her. Roger was happy to oblige. He watched as his mistress smoked the cigarette and then drank the tea. She fascinated him. So powerful a woman. He loved her but more than that, he respected her. Ms. Whitehall finished her tea and put the empty cup on her bedside cabinet. Then she reached for Roger's hand and spoke. "Now then my little slave. What happened tonight we must avenge. I have never felt so humiliated in my life. Not only did those men think that they had the upper hand on me they also subjected you to the ultimate humiliation. We shall make them pay." Roger just sat there at his mistress's side and listened to all that she was saying. He knew that he only had twenty-four hours with this wonderful woman but he was going to make the most of it. "This is my plan. Those men tonight were stupid and they did not check out their surroundings before they began their humiliation. I on the other hand by nature am a cautious person." "Shall we go downstairs my little one?" Roger climbed off the bed and to Ms. Whitehall's wardrobe. He opened the doors and reached in. He drew out a silk wrap and went back to his mistress. He took her by the hand and helped her to stand and then he lovingly wrapped her up. He then took a step back and bowed his head. Although they were close, he was still her slave and knew his place. Ms. Whitehall walked past him and opened the bedroom door. She then proceeded down the stairs with Roger trailing behind her subserviently. She went directly to the living room where earlier on that evening she had entertained the men. She went to her media centre and pressed play on the video recorder. Ms. Whitehall then turned to Roger and bade him sit next to her. He took a seat by her side and was surprised when she turned to him and smiled. "Now my little one shall we see what we have got?" The television screen flickered into life and Roger was aware that he was looking at this self same room. Then the screen changed and the three men walked in followed by Roger. For the next two hours, he sat with Ms. Whitehall and relived the evening on the television screen. When the tape ended, Ms. Whitehall turned and gave him a cuddle. "Now Roger we shall have our revenge. I have a very important job for you." Roger just looked at his mistress and waited for her to speak. "As I said upstairs I am by nature a cautious person and when I started my job I sussed out where the trouble in my life would come from. As you have seen tonight I was not wrong." "When I was interviewed for my job I realized that my boss could be trouble for me. He was brash, he was arrogant, and he had no respect for me as a woman. I know that he tried to block my appointment but I shone through at interview." "Having sussed him out as trouble I took the time to find out all I could about him before I took up my position. I made a complete dossier on the weasel and kept it safe. Now is the time to open that dossier." Ms. Whitehall then gave Roger a key and directed him towards a bureau in the corner of the room. He inserted the key in the lock and opened the bureau. Inside was a pile of files each labeled with peoples names. Ms. Whitehall was indeed a cautious person who obviously guarded herself and her life. Roger searched through the files until he found the one labeled with her boss's name. He pulled it out and locked the bureau again. As he did, he could not help but notice that Ms. Whitehall had a dossier on him and he was intrigued to know what secrets it hid. Now however was not the time to be nosey? He returned to the couch on which Ms. Whitehall was sat and meekly handed her the dossier. Standing silently in front of her he watched as his mistress perused the items in the dossier. When she stopped reading she requested Roger get her a pen and some paper. He duly found the items and handed them to her. Whilst she began to write, she spoke to Roger. "Go and dress in your male clothes. By the time you return I will have prepared your instructions." Roger turned and left his mistress alone. He admired this woman so much. She had a plan for revenge for both of them and Roger was to be entrusted with carrying it out. His chest swelled with pride at the responsibility being bestowed upon him. It took him five minutes to dress and return to Ms. Whitehall's side. She was sat there with legs crossed smoking a cigarette. She immediately handed Roger the paper and then she said, "Go to that address and deliver the tape to this lady. Stay at the door until she accepts the tape. Do not give it to anyone else. Do you understand?" "Yes mistress." Roger responded. As he turned to leave, his mistress stood and pecked him on the cheek. She then left the room and returned to her bedroom. Roger found his coat and left the house. He hailed a taxi and then sat in the back of the cab. He had a rough idea where he was going and strangely, he was calm about the matter. It being the early hours of the morning did not bother him. He was on a mission for his mistress. The taxi took about half an hour to reach its destination. Roger jumped out and instructed the cabbie to wait for him. He paid for the first half of the journey to prove he could pay. Then he walked up to the front door of the large house. He rang the doorbell and waited. It took five minutes for the door to be opened and when it did, he was brought face to face with Ms. Whitehall's boss. Dressed as man he was not instantly recognizable so the boss just said, "What the fuck are you doing waking the house at this time of the morning?" Roger stood on the doorstep. He looked at the man with contempt and then he spoke. "I have a package for the lady of the house." "Well you can give it to me then piss off." Replied the boss holding out his hand. Roger stood firm and silent on the doorstep eyeballing the man. For a minute, they were like two gladiators before a battle. "I am afraid the lady of the house must sign for this parcel personally." He could see the anger flash across the mans face. He was contemplating challenging Roger but then he looked at his watch and decided it was not worth the hassle. Beside if he was awake why shouldn't that bitch of a wife be awake? He stepped back into the house ensuring that the door closed behind him then he climbed the stairs and shouted his wife out of bed. He was a surly man with no finesse and his wife knew not to argue with him. She climbed out of bed and put her dressing gown on. Still groggy she descended the stairs and opened the front door. Roger had not moved and when he saw the woman enquired there, he asked her who she was. When she confirmed her name, Roger handed her the package and returned to the taxi. With a smile on his face, he sat in the back and was just able to see the woman looking at the package with a perplexed look before she closed the door to the house. The taxi took him home and returned him to Ms. Whitehall. He let himself and climbed the stairs to her bedroom. With obedience, he knocked on the door and waited her response. "Enter." Ms. Whitehall shouted. Roger walked and relayed all that had happened to Ms. Whitehall. "Well done slave. For that I shall reward you." "I want you to strip and when you are naked you may watch me masturbate and wank yourself. You shall not cumm until I say you can and then when you have done you will clean up your mess. Is that clear?" "Yes mistress." Roger replied He quickly stripped himself naked. When he was in the nude Ms. Whitehall threw back the covers of her duvet. She then opened her cunt lips and began to wank. Roger's mouth dropped open. He had never before seen such beauty and he was being allowed to wank to it. He took his cock in his hand and kept pace with Ms. Whitehall. He had been restrained all day and felt sure that it would not take long for him to cumm. However, he had to wait. Ms. Whitehall ensured his obedience by keeping eye contact with him. She frigged herself and her clit. She fingered herself with first one then two fingers. She really teased Roger. When she was ready to cumm, she gently closed her eyes and told Roger she was near. She frigged harder and faster and then she opened her eyes and said. "Cumm my darling." Roger stroked his cock faster and with eye contact maintained, they both came together. Roger's spunk shot into the air and landed on the carpet as Ms. Whitehall bucked herself off the bed. When he had finished cumming, Roger dropped to his knees and cleaned his spunk from the carpet. Ms. Whitehall watched him work and when she was satisfied, she looked at him and invited him to sleep. Roger climbed under the duvet and wrapped himself around Ms. Whitehall and together they slept. Together Roger and Ms.Whitehall slept wrapped in one another's arms. Roger had a satisfied smile on his face because he had pleased his mistress and she had rewarded him. Ms. Whitehall slept contentedly in the knowledge that her boss was going to be one pissed off man. At seven-thirty Roger's alarm buzzed in his ear. It was on vibrate and he managed to extricate himself from his mistress's arms without waking her. He made his way downstairs and stood alone in the kitchen. His twenty-four hours were coming to a close. This was where he had started yesterday. It had been a learning experience for him and he hoped that he had done enough to be invited again. He set the kettle to boil as he prepared the tea. When it was ready, he placed it on a tray and took it to his mistress. He gently woke her up and handed her the tea. With a sorry wistful looked he thanked Ms. Whitehall for her time and went to leave. At the door, she stopped him with her words. "You have done well Roger. I see you have learnt your lesson and respected my wishes for no goodbyes. I shall be in touch." Roger turned and all he could say as the tears welled in his eyes was, "Thank-you." Then he was out of her bedroom and alone in the corridor. He hurried down the stairs and dressed. Making sure, he had left no mess he left the house and headed for home. Up in her bedroom Ms. Whitehall stood at the window and watched him leave. She had a smile on her face. Roger had done well and he would return when she was ready for him. Today however was a day to see her revenge. Alone she showered, dressed, and then prepared her breakfast. She was a stickler for time and when she was ready, she stepped out of her front door and found her taxi waiting. This morning she enjoyed the ride to work. She arrived at the office and literally bounded out of the taxi. She ran upstairs and entered her office. Marcus was already there and she instructed him to bring her coffee. With that, she walked into her personal space and closed the door behind her. The coffee duly arrived and then she sat and waited. She knew her boss would not be long in arriving. The Fucktoy Ch. 03 Ten minutes passed and there was the sound of a commotion outside her office door. She stood and her boss charged in. She greeted him but he was in no mood for conversation and politeness. "You bitch," he screamed. "How on earth could you do that to me? Do you know what shit you have created for me? My wife is shouting divorce and threatening to send the video to my boss. How could you?" Ms. Whitehall just stood there and let him rant and rave and then when he began to calm down she walked towards him until she right in his face and then she spoke. "You are a pathetic little man. You thought you could get one over on me and humiliate me. Well you were wrong. I am a woman who has had to learn how to survive in this male dominated environment and I do survive. I eat little men like you for my breakfast." "I hope you will learn from this? If you don't and you make any more trouble for me or try to humiliate me again I will crush you. Now piss off out of my office." Her boss looked at her with amazement but knew when he was defeated. He had been bettered by a woman and there was nothing that he could do about it. Defeated he turned and left her office. All Ms. Whitehall did was take her seat and begin to work. Today was going to be a good day.