1 comments/ 2921 views/ 2 favorites She Got What She Asked For Ch. 01 By: Dreadlocks I had always warned Mandy that one day she might actually get what she desired. Her kinky and perverted mind were constantly in motion, always dreaming of ways in which she might be finally dominated by someone that was able to take complete control. Amanda and I had once had a relationship that was, to put it mildly, wild. She was always the one that you would see at a party, the extrovert, loudly exclaiming her rebellion and vigor. She was quite pretty with long red hair, that hung in rivulets down her back, tickling the skin at the small of her back. Her well sculpted tummy always on display as all she ever wore out were short peasant tops and halters. She was always in a state of sexual arousal and I would often make up a reason to bend down in front of her so, as my face brushed past her pale skin that so seductively dipped behind her too low jeans, I would be treated to the most delightful mixture of perfume and feminine musk imaginable. I would always be instantly turned on by this heady fragrance. She was for the most part, without inhibitions, which I often found to be both exciting and embarrassing. At one party I had excused myself to bathroom, and when I returned found her in the middle of the room, her shirt pulled up with another girl licking bourbon off her breasts, being dispensed from above by an obliging young man. This was how everybody knew her to be, but I knew Amanda in a very different way. In private, Amanda was quiet and demure and very submissive. While she lived with me she was my submissive and she relished serving me. I was not very knowledgeable in the art of BDSM and therefore she was the one who often brought new ideas to the fore, suggesting how I might dominate her. Things went along quite smoothly for about a year and we dabbled in all sorts of fetishes, not deeply, but more as exploration. It was then that I received word that my grandfather had passed away most suddenly and that I was the sole beneficiary of his estate. I would need to travel to Germany to manage things. I had asked Amanda if she would like to accompany me as it might be a long time before I would return. Much to my surprise she declined and we went our separate ways which saddened me greatly. I closed my affairs in New York and moved to a small hamlet outside of Munich. My grandfather's estate was expansive and it was obvious that I was quite set as would be my children and theirs as well. Being an American I was not looked on to keenly by the locals as I had inherited the largest property in the area and employed about half of the village in various businesses that I owned. I was looked on as a Baron. The house, let me rephrase, the castle sat on a hillside with a long winding road that approached its enormous gates. It was nestled in a deep woods that one could easily get lost in if you wandered off the trail or the road. I was very content, but lonely. It was about two years later that my affairs took me back to New York, and during a break in my extensive business meetings I wanted desperately to look up Amanda and see how she was. I made several inquiries and soon learned that she was staying in a small hotel in Greenwich Village. When I arrived, I was a little taken back by the appearance of the place. It was dark and run down with many broken windows in the upper floors. A small neon sign hummed in the window, its bright red VACANCY, the only visible light in the building. I cautiously walked up the stairs to the third floor and stood outside the door of her room for what seemed like an hour. I think I was afraid of what I was going to find on the other side. I knocked, and the door pushed slightly ajar. I could hear the TV in the background as I peered around the door jam and into the room. She was sleeping on the bed. I stood and watched her for a while, the girl I remembered had faded. She looked hardened, older, her clothes were dirty and smelled. Her hair was shorter, frizzy and unkempt. Gone was my luscious redheaded vixen, the erotic smell of perfume and sex replaced by an unwashed and abhorrent odor. I backed up towards the door and made my exit, closing it softly behind me. I was heartbroken. As I made my way to outside, something made me turn around and go back and to this day I don't know why. This time I knocked loudly, but there was no response. Three times I knocked, until my knuckles hurt. I pushed the door open and rushed over to the bed and checked her over. She was alive, but only just. I carried her down the stairs, laid her across the back seat of my car and rushed her to Hospital. Several hours later I was informed of her condition. She was dehydrated, malnourished and suffering from prolonged drug abuse. I went into her room and what I saw was upsetting. She was emaciated and pale with numerous tubes and wires running from her body. I watched as her chest rose and fell, the hospital gown that she was wearing afforded me a view of the side of her torso and I swore I could count each and every rib. I queried the doctors on her prognosis and they were quite forthcoming in stating that without proper supervision, she most likely would slip back into this condition and possibly die. This was not the first time they had treated her. Right then I had made up my mind that she was going back home with me, I was going to get my Mandy back whatever the cost. After two days she awoke to find me at her side. Tears rolled down her cheeks unchecked as I explained my intentions. "I'm so glad you came back for me Derek, you saved me." She threw her arms around my neck and pulled me close to her and for the first time since my return I felt like I could help her. During her recovery in the hospital I set about arranging all her paperwork, passport and visas that she would need for her trip back to Europe. I also settled some debts that she had accrued and closed her affairs in New York. The trip back to Munich was filled with an exchange of experiences and I found out just how close she had come to dying. Amanda was still quite weak and relied on me to support her as we walked, I didn't mind at all. I was overjoyed just to have her back. Upon arrival at my estate she was in shock at the wealth I had enjoyed over the last two years. She was equally impressed with the castle and the grounds, but was intimidated by the remoteness of the place and said she felt overwhelmed. "I feel like a minnow that's been swallowed up by a whale." She said sheepishly. "You'll get used to it my dear, now let me take you to your room." I had thought it best for Amanda to have her own quarters during her rehabilitation, so I gave her the suite in North wing of the castle and assigned two female servants to address her needs. She knew that this was not going to be easy and had agreed to do whatever was necessary. I had hired the best drug rehab specialist in Munich to monitor her progress. He and his assistant would be in complete control for the next month and I made a promise not to interfere in any way. All I asked for was progress reports. On the first day of her rehab the assistant made an initial assessment and brought the results to me in my library. "Sir, she is in quite bad shape and her body has been damaged by her abuse of drugs. We are contemplating using one of the more drastic of our plans to recover her. It will involve some things that may not be pleasant for her." The assistant seemed hesitant to discuss the details. "Please, go on. I am curious as to your course of action." I encouraged the assistant to detail the treatment. "The first step in the treatment is removing her from her past quickly and completely which tends to induce a shock euphoria. Part of this has already been accomplished by bringing her to Germany and a totally foreign environment. We also require as complete a loss of identity as possible which entails removal of all hair from her body." "You're going to shave her head!" I was visibly upset, but quickly calmed myself. This must be an accepted treatment as I had heard great things about this doctor. "Not just her head Sir, everything, her eyebrows, body, even her pubic hair must be removed. In this way her identity is lost. She will look in the mirror and see an expressionless face completely foreign to her. Also part of this first step is the denial of modesty. Clothing is forbidden. She will be confined to her room which will be stripped of all pleasantries and furniture. Only a mattress in the middle of the floor will remain. The room will be lined with mirrors so escape from her appearance is impossible. All therapy sessions and interactions with yourself and your staff will be done with her in the nude." The assistant drew a deep breath and continued. "During this phase of the rehabilitation it is not uncommon for the patient to masturbate with greater and greater frequency as she accepts her vulnerability and dependence. Toward the end of this phase it is desirable for the patient to masturbate in the presence of others, during interactions with you and your staff and especially during therapy sessions." The assistant rose from his chair. "You or your staff will need to see to her shaving each morning as she is bathed. The Doctor and I will return in the morning for her first session. It would be helpful if the room is stripped as described and the patient is shaved by 9am tomorrow. Goodbye" The door closed as the assistant was shown out. I pondered my decision to bring these two into my home, but after all the research I had done and the success record they enjoyed, I resigned to follow their instructions. I summoned Gretchen and Anna, the two female servants that were assigned to Amanda and briefed them on their responsibilities. They would shave her first thing in the morning and while this was being done the room would be prepared by my staff. Now I had to tell her. I walked into her room and she was laid out on the bed, not looking very well. "Are you okay?" I asked. "I feel awful, like I need something, you know." She buried her hands in her hair and then played with the ringlets that lined her face. "Amanda, there is something I must discuss with you." I sat next to her on the bed. "The specialists I have hired to work with you are the very best, their successes far outnumber their failures, but their methods are extreme." "What do you mean, extreme Derek?" She looked me in the eye and I knew I had her undivided attention. "Over the next twenty-four hours there will be some drastic changes made to you and your life that you may, Hell, you are going to find upsetting. I am not going into details Mandy, as I do not want to alarm you, but I want your solemn promise to go along with my staff and your therapists without any questions." I cautiously looked back into her eyes for a reply. "You saved my life Derek. You brought me back from the brink of death. How can I refuse anything you ask, especially if it is for my own good." Mandy smiled a smile that I had come to love so long ago and placed her hand in mine. "I promise." We had a quiet dinner on the balcony that overlooks the maze garden and we tried to avoid the subject at hand as much as we could. Her staff had done her hair very nicely and it was slowly recovering from her years of abusing it. It was no longer frizzy, but hung in delicate corkscrews that framed her face beautifully. I felt a tear rolling down my cheek inadvertently, and tried to conceal my wiping it away but I was caught. "What's the matter?" She followed my hand over my cheek with her own. "Nothing Amanda, I am just a little nervous about tomorrow, your recovery and our future together." I was trying not to lie. "Your very sweet, you know. Don't worry Derek, whatever it is they have planned for me, I've been through worse." She giggled "I'm almost excited about it, you know." She wasn't being entirely truthful. I could see that she was scared, but good. After dinner we retired to the library and a nice rolling fire in the fireplace. I held her for an hour or so and then escorted her back to her room. I ran my hands through her crimson mane for the last time and kissed her goodnight. I awoke to my alarm at 7am, quickly dressed and headed over to the North wing. I had instructed Mandy's servants to shave her in the formal bath. I was nervous about her reaction to being shaved and wanted to observe in case things got completely out of control. The formal bath had a loft ceiling with a small skylight that opened into an upper room on the third floor. Among other things my grandfather was a voyeur and had enjoyed many spectacles from this perch I am sure. About 7:30am Gretchen brought Mandy into the bathroom and began to strip her of her clothes which she enjoyed as I am sure she thought she was getting a bath. Anna soon followed with a small satchel and towels. They both paused awkwardly after Amanda was naked and then Gretchen bent over and said "We have to shave you Miss." Gretchen pulled back and waited for her response. "Is that all, well it won't be the first time." With that Mandy put one foot up on the commode and offered her ginger pubes to the servants, running a finger back through their thickness. "No, Miss, everything shaved, okay. Please sit on this chair." Anna swung a small white wrought iron chair around to the middle of the room. "What do you mean everything shaved, my head too?" Amanda was visibly upset. "Everything must go, your therapists have ordered it." Gretchen was trying to be stern. There was a long pause and to my surprise, Mandy sat in the chair as ordered. "Do your worst girls, this is for my own good." Amanda still quite upset as her voice was wavering. I leaned forward and peaked over the edge of the skylight and saw Anna preparing the clippers below. There was no guard and I could see her push the blades as far forward as they would go. They clicked to life and settled into a low hum as Gretchen brought them to Amanda's forehead and promptly back to the crown. She audibly gasped as she felt the cold steel against her scalp. Being naked I could see that she had goose bumps all over her body. Her nipples were erect and hard as the clippers made the second pass over her pale scalp, baring it for the first time. The bright red curls floated softly and persistently to the cold tile floor, sometimes rolling off her shoulders and occasionally over her breasts and into her lap. The clippers were shaving her hair very close and there was only the slightest stubble remaining afterwards as Gretchen finished. Without turning off the clippers Gretchen ran them over Amanda's brow reducing her lovely arched brows to sandpaper. Anna then took over and had her stand and lean back against the vanity with her legs spread as she clipped her pubic curls away. This was done quite quickly. Amanda was escorted into the shower stall where Anna disrobed and entered the stall with her. This was an unexpected treat for me as I had no idea this was in the cards. It was then that I realized that I was sporting an incredible hard on. I dismissed it as a result of the girls being naked, but I wondered if it was the shaving. Soon the Room filled with steam and the view became obscured so I wandered back downstairs to check on the progress of her room. It was completely bare, save for a single striped mattress was in the middle of the floor and the mirrors that were sent by the Doctor placed in the perimeter. The stage was set for Mandy's first session. I heard the patter of feet behind me and turned to see Amanda face to face. "So this is what you meant last night, my God Derek I'm completely bald!" She buried her face into my shoulder and wept and I brought my hand up and caressed her smooth scalp for the first time. "I was good, I did as they said." She looked at me and I saw for the first time what the assistant had meant by stripped of identity. Without her hair and eyebrows she was completely expressionless, her face looking gaunt and foreign to me. As the Servants ushered her into the bedroom I heard her reaction to its stark bareness and the mirrors. She was now out of my hands and into those of the capable therapists and as the doors were closed I could hear her weeping, "Look at me, nooo, that can't be me, ohhh nooo." The weeping faded as I left the North wing and entered my library. I sat and contemplated what had just transpired. There was a mixture of excitement and grief over my Mandy's situation. I knew this would cure her, but I was sad that it came at such a price. All that night I couldn't get the image of Amanda's hairless form out of my head, it was very disturbing. At the same time I had a raging hard on at the thought of Anna and Gretchen shaving her in the bathroom. I excused myself from my guests who were there from the village, asking my staff to show them out. I wandered over to the North wing and I listened through the door of her room and heard nothing so I cracked the door. She was sleeping soundly on the mattress, her feet dangling off each side and her head at the edge as if she was hanging on for fear of falling off. I tiptoed over to her and observed her naked form as it lay completely exposed. Her bald head seemed so small and fragile, almost too small for her body. As I looked around me the mirrors reflected my darkened form hovering over her alien-like body almost glowing in the ambient light from the windows. She stirred and I moved back behind one of the mirrors. She rolled onto her back and ran a ran over her head, startling her to consciousness. She slumped to the edge of the mattress and stood up, once again tracing her baldness with her palm. She approached a mirror on the opposite side of the room towards the windows and stared at herself. "Oh my God..." she sighed under her breath. She was still coming to terms with her new condition but just as I was about to come out from behind my reflective hiding place and console her, she ran a hand to her pubis and then between her legs. She sighed again only this time out of pleasure. She was masturbating. I watched her, feeling a little lecherous as I did so. In the pale moonlight I could see her glistening fingers as she brought them to her lips to taste herself. Then the most amazing thing happened. She ran her hand over her head as she touched herself again and again, until she was simultaneously rubbing her pussy and her head. As I watched this most erotic of spectacles I was getting unbelievably excited and my cock strained at the fabric of my pants. I wanted to take it out and stroke right there in the room with her, but I thought it wiser to be silent until this incredible display had reached it's conclusion. I could hear her chanting something under her breath in her panting as her fingers quickly squished back and forth in her hairless nether folds. "Look what they did to me...ohhhh...look at it...mmmmm...you're so hideous Mandy...ahhh...bald...bald...I have to do it...I have to...no one will want me now...like thisssss...mmmm..." Amanda's left hand was frantically gliding over her tressless dome as if searching for a hair, any hair that was left behind, but there was none. "I'm bald..mmmm...I'm bald..mmm..bald..mm..BALD!" The beating of her right hand was furious and a blur as she climaxed and crumpled to a ball at the foot of the mirror. I inched my way back to the door and opened and closed it quickly as if I had just stepped into the room. "Amanda... are you all right?" I rushed over to her, wanting her to think I just saw her hunched on the floor. "Mandy?" I had never called her by that name but it suited her now. "It okay Derek. I'm fine. I just was looking at myself in this evil mirror." She smiled ever so slightly as I helped her to her feet. "Why are you doing this to me Derek? It's so humiliating and I feel so naked and exposed." She Got What She Asked For Ch. 01 "You know why my dear, it's the treatment and the Doctors know best." I carefully laid her down on the bare mattress. "Can't I come sleep with you tonight, I really feel lonely in here, it's so stark and cold." She held herself, wrapping her arms around her breasts, her fingers rubbing her shoulder blades. "Well, you don't have to be cold Mandy, I'll simply turn up the heat." I walked over to the wall and raised the heat to 78 degrees. "I'll have to be leaving my dear, the doctors don't want too much interaction between us right now, it's all part of the treatment. You do want to get better, right?" I caressed her head and walked toward the door. "I do want to get better, once and for all. I need to remind myself of that." Mandy laid back on the mattress and watched as I exited the room. I wondered if she had noticed the bulge in my pants when I first approached her. They do notice those things. I retreated back to my bedchamber and got some relief of my own, thinking of the amazing sight to which I had been treated. Perhaps this was not going to be as unbearable as I had once thought. The following morning I returned to my skylight perch above the bath and waited for my hairless lady to be escorted in. This time Gretchen alone accompanied her and after she had disrobed entirely, entered the shower stall with Mandy. I could see her as she lathered her up and shaved her head, a much quicker operation than the day before. Gretchen knelt before her and I could just make out her motions as she re-shaved her pussy. As they exited the shower, I noticed that Gretchen's pussy was also shaved and I could hear some quiet whisperings and giggles as they dried each other off. Mandy whispered something in Gretchen's ear to which she yelped "No no no...that's for you" and she ran her fingers through her blonde locks. "No..." Mandy shrugged her shoulders and continued to dry herself but I think I know what ideas were shared. The therapy session was loud and there were a lot of tears and shouting. I could hear the doctor scolding Mandy over and over again and as the day wore on, Mandy fought back less and less, until all I could hear was the doctor's chiding and a soft whimpering in the background. Then I heard something that I recognized. It was a muffled slapping sound, repetitive and steady. If it was what I thought it was I needed to see. I walked around the back of the garden to the gazebo which rose above the windows in the North wing tried to see in. There was Mandy, naked and balling, over the knee of the doctor. He was giving her a thorough spanking. I could see her legs kicking up and down and her hands reaching behind her trying to block as the doctor brought blow after blow onto her reddening bottom. When it was over she rose and ran back to her mattress, rubbing her cheeks with both hands. I returned to the house and confronted the doctor as he left the house. "Why on earth were you spanking her?" I asked in a less than gentle voice. "Sir, are you questioning my methods, do you want her to be free of the drugs?" "Of course, I want the best for her...but this...was it really necessary?" I was trying to show concern as I looked him straight in the eye. "The spanking is an essential part of her treatment, as was the shaving. Each day during treatment she is marked with demerits, and she receives ten spanks for each one. It is a very effective deterrent and is levied at the end of each session." The doctor seemed satisfied that he had answered my questions and moved towards the door. "I will allow it as you feel it is necessary. Are there any other surprises that I should be made aware of doctor?" I opened the door for him. "That depends on Mandy, she is in control of her treatment in some respects. She knew the consequences for her actions today and chose to be spanked." He smiled wryly. "Good night Baron." I watched him leave. He rubbed his hand on his pant leg as he approached his car, apparently numb from the spanking. I wondered how Mandy's bottom was feeling. For the next few weeks things went along much as the first day. There were verbal disagreements between Mandy and the doctor, with the doctor berating her on her ludicrous past behaviors. Then it would settle into tears. Afterwards I could see for the first time, that mischievous sparkle that had been missing for so long. At the end of each day I would hear the spanking being carried out for transgressions Mandy had accumulated in her tirades. I would often sneak around to the gazebo and watch the spanking as I was curiously turned on by them. The idea of a doctor spanking my Mandy was quite arousing. Much to Mandy's delight the doctor had allowed her to start growing her hair back and she had what resembled a military crewcut now. I noticed that Mandy had chosen to keep her pubic hair shaved of her own free will, which was not objectionable to myself or the doctor. I was also starting to be able to converse more freely with her, but any sexual contact had been ruled out by the doctor until the cure had been effected. How I wanted her, each night I would lie awake knowing that she was so near, but untouchable. Gretchen and Mandy had grown to be quite close and she took care of Mandy as she might a younger sister. I had approached Gretchen about her friendship with Mandy but was assured that it was strictly professional. I noticed that her hair was getting quite long and asked if Mandy ever felt envious of her. She said that she had tried to convince her to shave her head like hers but that she had refused. I thought for a moment and suggested that she get her hair cut short so she was less intimidating to Mandy. She begged me not to force her but I insisted if she wanted to remain as Mandy's servant. She would have to cut her hair. Gretchen had been in my grandfather's employ for years before I arrived and was in no position to jeopardize her position with me. The next day I passed her in the hall outside of Mandy's bedroom sporting a short blonde crewcut. I smiled in appreciation which brought a little frown and a mock salute. It was after two months of daily treatments that doctor came to me and explained that his work was complete and Mandy was effectively cured of her drug habit. The doctor did warn that I should refrain from any sexual advances for a another month or so until the treatment had had a chance to reinforce itself. I didn't like that idea but I closed her bedroom and moved her in with me. I had purchased a new wardrobe for her and she was delighted with my selections, which I had brought in from Paris. At first she found the clothing irritating to her skin as it had been a full two months since she had worn anything. Underwear was out of the question and she simply refused to wear any. I understood and the doctor had mentioned that clothes may be awkward for her at first. Many times I had found her sitting naked in front of the fire or in the parlor saying that it was just too confining to wear clothes. I started to become accustomed to her wanting to be naked. "You really do enjoy being naked don't you my dear?" I approached her on the subject shyly but I really wanted to know. "It seems that more and more, I find you lounging about with nothing on at all." "You know Derek, I just got so used to being naked all the time, that I just find clothes unnecessary and even irritating." She looked down at her naked breasts and caressed one nipple with her baby finger. "You don't mind, do you?" I just shrugged and said it was okay with me. One day I was making the rounds outside the castle and spotted Mandy and Gretchen sitting together in our bedroom. I decided to observe the two for a moment. Mandy smiled and ran a hand lovingly over Gretchen's velvet head. She bent over and kissed her on the cheek but Gretchen turned and met her full on the mouth as she stood up. Gretchen's hand traced over Mandy's bottom as they embraced each other. Just as suddenly as it began, Gretchen pushed Mandy away as though she realized she was doing something she shouldn't but Mandy wouldn't be denied. She began to tear at Gretchen's clothes and in a frenzied fit of passion, fell on top of her on the floor. Piece by piece her clothes came off and they explored each other's bodies. I have to admit it was arousing to watch but at the same time I was jealous, having been denied the pleasure that Gretchen was experiencing in front of my eyes. Soon they retreated into the shower and I could hear their moans of passion as I retreated from my perch. I watched them for a few more mornings but nothing like that ever happened again. One day I was sitting with Mandy in her usual state of undress and I let it slip. "So how are you and Gretchen getting along?" not stopping "I know that you appreciated her shaving her head for you?" I noticed her finger started caressing her clitoris. "We get along just fine, and you didn't have to make her do that." She chided. "I didn't make her, I merely suggested it." She frowned and went back to playing casually with herself. There were other things that I had on my mind but was reticent to discuss them until now. "Do you miss having the doctor here?" "Not really, not in the personal sense." She pondered over an idea that was brewing in her mind for a moment and added, "I do miss the spankings." She giggled and rolled her bottom so it was thrust out in my direction. "You want me to spank you?" I wondered how far I could push this. "Are you still wanting me as your Master, Mandy?" I held my breath. The question might have taken her a little by surprise but she smiled after a minute. "I think so Derek. I know I want someone to take control, I miss that about the sessions with the doctor. He was very controlling. Did you know he often insisted that I masturbate while he yelled at me. It kind of made the yelling almost erotic you know, like I was a little girl getting caught with my hand down my panties or something." "Good." I was almost giddy, but I couldn't tell why. "Then I will be your Master and, if you agree, you can be my slave." My tone became harsh and unyielding and I looked sternly into her eyes. "Yes Sir. I am your slave." I ran my hand through her hair and smiled. It was still short but was long enough to be styled and she had it teased up into little spikes. I could feel something changing inside me, but it was subtle for now. It made me uneasy to feel these feeling towards Mandy, but they felt natural so I went with them. "From this point on Mandy you will continue to be naked inside or on the grounds. When we leave the grounds I will decide what you will wear. Follow me." I led her through the castle to the back entrance and then out onto the patio. She was a little apprehensive at first as the grounds keepers were there, but I insisted that she follow me. We walked a little way into the woods until I could see the uneasy look of fear on her face. "Soon all of my staff will be treated to your nakedness, not just your maids." I looked down on her and noticed that she was shaking slightly. The section of the woods I had taken her to was particularly deep and quite forbidding even for one as familiar with them as myself. "Please Derek, no further please." She was weeping. "Please who...?" I demanded. "Please Master, I'm so scared." "I wanted you to see what surrounds this castle my dear, should you ever decide to try and leave without my permission." I saw the look of submission sweep over her and she clung to my side closely. "The road from the highway to the castle is lined with video cameras which are monitored by my security men, I will make it known to them that you are not to leave." "I understand Master, I would never leave you, ever." She sounded very sincere. "That is good my slave, now follow me once more." I led her back to the castle, to an old door that looked as though it had not been used in years. The moss grew thick on the stairs that led down to it. I pulled out a key that was older than time, and inserted it into the lock which clanked with a certain sound that reminded me of an old Hammer film. I had to push the door with my shoulder to get it open, but once inside I realized that my grandfather's private memoirs were not fabrications at all. Mandy stared wide eyed as we entered what could only be a torture chamber. Some of the devices looked fairly new while others looked very old and worn. "This is an authentic dungeon my dear. It was used in the days when this castle was new, to keep the local population in line." I ran my hand over the spindles of a rack that looked well used. "Master? You aren't going to put me on anything in here are you?" She was obviously shocked by the reality of what she saw. "No my slave, these are old and were used by my Grandfather." I petted her head and my thoughts ran to how wonderful her smooth head felt a few weeks before. "I must have you prepared for your slavery." We left the dungeon, securing the door behind us, and settled back into the castle for dinner. I wasn't going to be barbaric with her as my grandfather had been with his slaves. After dinner, I escorted Mandy back to my chambers and had her kneel next to the sofa. "Are you prepared to take an oath of slavery to me?" I looked down at her, so demure was her stature that I felt moved to pet her, as I would at pet. "I am ready Master." My thoughts rushed back to the present and my slave. "Mandy, you have willingly given yourself to me, and as my property you must bear the mark of a slave, and a slave of this castle. If you have any reservations speak them now for once the mark is placed you are unable to recant." She looked so meek and lovely, all I wanted to do was grab her up and kiss her, but something inside of me snapped at that moment. I pushed her down over the edge of the sofa and ordered her to stay still and silent. My roughness startled her but she was still compliant, her smooth white cheeks now exposed to me. My cock was ready so I plunged my rod into her glistening sex. She was taken by surprise but quickly responded in kind, raising her bottom to each violent thrust, until we both came in a glorious release that filled the room with our screams of passion. "Soon my slave you will bear my mark of slavery." I have arranged for your bottom to be marked with my crest. There is a gentleman coming from town tomorrow that will place it here." I rested my hand on her lily white flesh, her bottom giggled slightly as I did. "I swore I would never get a tattoo Master, but for you I will do anything." She gazed up at me like a doe in the woods. "I will wear it proudly." It was getting late and we both had exerted ourselves. "We will continue your slave initiation in the morning my slave." I tucked her into my bed and retreated to my study. The journals were on my desk as I entered the room. I wanted to throw them out the window as they were influencing my behavior. I swore that I would never do anything to hurt Mandy. I loved her, and now she was my slave. I crawled into bed next her, and curled myself around her and I felt her push herself against me. She moaned and said something under her breath, she must have been having a good dream. "Get up you filthy slave!" Half in jest and half quite serious, "What is the meaning of allowing yourself to sleep beyond your Master. Get up!" Mandy Looked at me, her eyes wide as I had never spoken to her in such a way. "Get into the bathroom, now." I hastened her steps into the grand bathroom and had her sit naked on the commode. She was trembling a little, I think partly from the abrupt language and partly from the cold. I took a pair of scissors from the shelf and began to hack her hair haphazardly as a look of shock swept over her. Although she had been shaved many times this was the first time that I had cut her hair and it was a bit of a surprise for her. "You know, I was just getting to like your bald head when the good doctor decided that you could grow it back." I smiled a wicked smile, and I knew it because she turned away. "So I think we will return you to that state once more to enhance your nakedness." Mandy was unconsciously touching herself, as I cut more and more of her red locks away. Soon all that was left was the most uneven stubble imaginable. She knew I could see her playing but didn't seem to care or was actually unaware that she was doing it. I decided to let it go on as an experiment. I lathered her head with shaving soap and shaved her deftly with my straight razor, not forgetting her eyebrows, which had just started to grow in. When I was finished, I washed her head with cold water and then toweled it dry. She sat motionless, her head bowed and her hands in her lap, apparently realizing that she was masturbating in my presence. "Feel your head slave." I commanded, and as she did so a smile came over her face, like when you see an old friend. "As my slave any hair is forbidden, and seeing as you will always be my slave, you will always be bald. Is that understood?" She nodded her head in agreement, but never raised her eyes. I escorted her to the bed and bent her over the edge, lowering my pants and underwear. I looked down at her and rammed my cock home into her hairless ass. She moaned, half out of shock and half out of pleasure as I took her mercilessly from behind. Each time I thrust into her nether hole I felt the power over her that I knew that I had. Soon she was enjoying the ride as much as I as I finished in her and abruptly pulled away, her pink anus still gaping. "Oh Der...I mean Master." she cried "Please may I cum?" I had her kneel on the floor and take my cock into her mouth as she worked her fingers over her sex. I knew she could taste herself on my cock and I was surprised to see how she relished it. Soon she was shuddering with an orgasm that took me by surprise, so violent was its result. "Did you enjoy that my slave?" I held her chin in my hand and raised her head to look me in the eye. She was still catching her breath as she nodded. "Did you enjoy the taste of your own ass on my cock as you came?" "Yes Master, it was wonderful." Wonderful I thought. This girl was more depraved than I thought. Later that day the tattoo artist from Munich that I had called, arrived to mark her. I held her hand as my family crest was engraved on her left buttock, a full 4 inches in height. It made me hard to see it, knowing that she was now wearing my seal. When he was done, I escorted her over to a mirror where she admired his handiwork. She looked up at me sheepishly and smiled. I knew she was pleased to be marked, almost as much as I was. For now I allowed her to sleep in my bed each night and eat from a table that was set up in an annex to my chambers. Gretchen and Anna were charged with her care, and her shaving once again, although I made it very clear that there was to be no sexual play. Finally it was time for her to assume more duties as my slave and I dismissed her, telling her to catch up with the other servants as they had chores for her. I had told my head housekeeper that I wanted her placed in a position where she was exposed to the most people all the time. I knew that this would be embarrassing for her, but this was the point. As I had a complete staff of 38 people, comprised of servants, maids, butlers and maintenance. Mandy was placed in the staff kitchen, waiting on my staff. I thought this was marvelous. It put her in a position of being a servant to servants, the lowest of the low. Occasionally I would stop in to check her progress, and was pleased to see her suitably red and humiliated by my staff who would make comments about her nakedness, her tattoo and her bald head. I had made it clear that all could embarrass and humiliate her but only I was allowed to touch her. At luncheon she would be encouraged to stand at the end of the servants table and masturbate as they ate, her orgasms intensified by their laughter and humiliations. She Got What She Asked For Ch. 01 Each night she would return to my chambers, soiled and smelling of the kitchen and her dried juices on her hands, cunt and thighs. She would sleep on the same striped mattress she had spent so many nights on during her treatment. Occasionally she would be allowed in my bed, but she was my slave, and it was best for her to be kept low. Her quarters were in a small annex to my bed chamber which was stark with no adornment. A single window ran from floor to ceiling and made up one entire wall. It gave the illusion of an oubliette, her nakedness on display for all. She masturbated frequently and I could hear her moans as she relived her humiliations from that day. Each morning either Gretchen or Anna would escort her to the kitchen past my bed. I could usually smell her pungent aroma as she passed me, arousing but distasteful before breakfast. I had arranged for her to be bathed in the kitchen now as it afforded the rest of the staff a view of her debasing treatment as her head and cunt were shaved. I had made a point of watching this one day. Mandy stood by the dish tubs as Gretchen roughly scrubbed her with a cloth, the soapy water dripping off her naked frame and onto the tiled floor. Both Gretchen and Anna had become very adept at this process and the whole bathing and shaving took but ten minutes. At one point Mandy looked up to see me among the faces of the staff that had gathered to watch this daily ritual. She quickly look down, and began to masturbate. Gretchen slapped her hand away from her sex as she dried her. She had no shame, no inhibitions, they had been broken down and removed from her. To be continued. She Got What She Asked For Ch. 02 Mandy was quickly losing herself in her daily routine and her nakedness around the staff was beginning to lose some of its humiliating qualities. The staff had become so used to seeing her in the kitchen naked, that they no longer paid any attention to her. No longer was she pressed into masturbating for them while they ate their meals, although she often did without being prompted. When she wasn't working she would find a quiet corner of the kitchen and lower herself down to the dirty tile floor and play with herself. Gretchen or Anna would often scold her for doing this, and find her some useful work to do. I had given the two maids carte blanche when it came to Mandy. Aside from myself they were the only ones that were allowed to touch her. I had instructed them to spank her when she misbehaved. And so it came to pass, that it was time for Mandy to advance to the next part of her training as my slave. One day, as Anna was escorting her to the kitchen for her "scrub and scrape" as the staff had begun to call it, I held up my hand to stop them. "Anna, would you please process Mandy here, in my bath today." Mandy looked at me in a strange way as if she was disappointed over the change. Perhaps she enjoyed her humiliation so much that she would miss it, even if the staff had grown bored with her. "When you are finished, kneel her by the bed, I will return shortly." I exited the castle and had my driver take me into a nearby town, where I knew of a nightclub that specialized in fetish and BDSM. I had my driver wait for me while I entered the club and spoke with proprietor. I knew that my slave still yearned for exposure, and I wanted to grant her that in spades. Although my staff had begun to actually complain about her, getting in the way, Mandy was up for more. Upon returning to my chambers I found Mandy kneeling as she had been ordered by the foot of my bed. She looked bored but was still there, which I was impressed with as I had been gone for nearly two hours. I wondered if she had played with herself whilst I was arranging for her humiliation. "How are you doing slave?" She knew better than to speak to me without my bidding. "Just fine Sir." She also knew not to complain about anything either, as I could make things far worse for her in the end, if she did. It had been some time since I had what could be called normal sex with her and I wanted to see if she could even enjoy it at this stage in her training. I knew she was clean as Anna had just bathed her, so I was interested to try. "Up on the bed, come on, on your back." She looked puzzled and a little concerned as this was a very unusual request from me. Mostly of late it was a mercy fuck from behind in her room, which she seemed to enjoy after a day of humiliations in front of the staff. The smell of her on those occasions took some getting used to, but I knew she needed some release other than her continuous masturbation. I slipped off my clothes and climbed between her legs naked until my face was only inches away from her shaven cunt. Once again the puzzled look from her as my tongue began to stroke her folds and then zeroed in on her clitoris. After a few minutes of this and getting a limited response, I stopped my ministrations and looked up at her over her mound. I had caught her off guard and she was looking over her left shoulder out the window. "It would seem my slave, that normal sexual relations can no longer satisfy you!" I shouted. "I am so sorry Sir, I did feel something but..." She jumped as my open hand landed on the side of her thigh. I jumped off the bed and threw on my pants. Grabbing her arm I pulled her naked through the house until we arrived at the kitchen. I threw her over the table and stomped to the other side and held her arms down. "The first three men that want her can take her!" She looked up at me in shock at what I had just offered. Now although the staff had grown used to seeing her naked, none was permitted to touch her, until now. The first to arrive behind her was the cook, Charles. I know he had longed to fuck Mandy as I always caught him watching her. He slid down his zipper and took out his sizable cock and rammed it home with no warning. Mandy let out a chirp of surprise but then realized that most of the staff had gathered to witness this event. Soon she was moaning and squirming against the smooth wood of the table. Charles finished in fairly short order with a few good grunts, filling her cunt with his load. Gretchen and Anna looked at me with frowns on their faces, as they witnessed Mandy's public fucking. Next was one the gardeners, Gunther. He was a broad shouldered young man with a shock of blonde hair that fell into his face as her inserted his staff into my slave. "I have been waiting for this little slut." Gunther hissed, and instantly Mandy knew who was fucking her. Suddenly her intensity shot up a few hundred points and I could feel her pulling at my grip as she came closer and closer to orgasm. Maybe she had some favorites and I think he was one of them. Gunther's stamina was far greater than Charles and he was thrusting quite furiously as he came, pouring what must have been a hefty load into her. Mandy had come too, and she laid spent on the table as Gunther's spunk leaked out of her cunt and onto the tiled floor between her bare feet. The table was slippery with her sweat as I lifted her slightly. "Had enough slave?" I whispered into her ear and she nodded. "Sorry boys, the wench has had enough." I caught some disappointed looks as I escorted her back to my chambers, chased attentively by Gretchen and Anna. "Clean her and douche her thoroughly!" I shouted over my shoulder as I pushed her into the bath. "Anna!" "Yes Baron." Gretchen came to stand in front of me as I continued to dress, having been shirtless for the whole kitchen affair. "She will need some clothing for this evening, something simple." Now, Mandy hadn't worn clothes in a very long time, so I knew this was going feel uncomfortable for her. If she only knew what was in store for her that night. For the rest of the day, Mandy was in my chambers, in relative comfort. She didn't need to go to her little room with her stinking mattress, but instead dined with me where I afforded her the luxury of free conversation. This was something that she was not used to with me, although before her enslavement we had frequent talks. "So tell me Mandy, how have you been faring under my enslavement?" She looked at me, although her head stayed bowed. "It has been difficult but...stimulating Sir." She searched for the correct word to use, being careful not to offend me. "How did you find your time spent in the kitchens?" I smiled, which brought an instant smile in return from her. "At first it was really shocking and very humiliating." She paused to swallow the food in her mouth and take another sip of Bordeaux. "After a little while it became really fun, you know, exciting for me...sexually." She blushed, something I didn't think she was capable of anymore. "I understand you were quite a hit for a while at the luncheon table, tell me about that." I knew that this was the most degrading thing she was forced to do, so I wanted to make her squirm a little. "The first time I had to masturbate for everyone was two days after Sir sent me down there to the kitchens." I could tell she was nervous about it. "It was Gunther that encouraged me Sir. He had me sit on the end of the table with my legs spread, and play with myself until they said I could come, Sir." She hung her head as if reliving the scene in her mind. "They made really awful comments about my bald head and pussy, and even threw food at me sometimes." "When they threw food at you, did you mind that slave?" I chuckled a little at the picture in my mind. "At first it really made me upset, but the more excited I got, the less I minded." "Then you enjoyed having the food stuck to your body as you masturbated, didn't you?" I jested and she nodded in response. "So you liked being a dirty, masturbating slut, didn't you?" I could see her left hand doing something under the tablecloth and she began to breathe more irregularly as I spoke. "It makes you so aroused, that you're masturbating right now, in front of me." I lifted the tablecloth to reveal her playing, but she made no effort to stop. Her fingers were already slick with her juice, as she dug them into her hairless cunt. I grabbed her hand and raised it to my mouth, pausing for a moment and then pushed them past my lips, sucking her essence off of them. The look on her face was one of shock and amusement. "I am happy that you still feel I am worthy of such a gesture Sir." Bashfully she turned her eyes down towards her sex and then back to me. "I am used to being filthy and covered in dirt Sir, never as clean as I am today." "Never forget Mandy, that although you are my slave, I still have feeling for you, one might even call it love." Wanting to temper that remark before she entirely got the wrong idea, I added, "The things that I do to you and with you are meant to give you pleasure as well as please me." I continued. "When I sent you down to the kitchens shaved and naked, I knew that you would find it humiliating and enjoyable. Your masturbation sessions in your room at night were enough evidence of that. I too was aroused by the idea of someone I held so dear, being displayed and degraded in such a manner. The stories I would hear from Anna and Gretchen were quite graphic and fun. When I would come in and take you at night, with the stench of your dried juices and kitchen grime all over you, it was like fucking a scullery maid. Sometimes I would even go to bed without washing, so I could smell your ripe essence on me as I drifted off." "You have no idea how much I looked forward to those fuckings Sir. When I heard my door open and you would walk in with your cock already in your hand, my pussy would gush instantly." Her eyes drifted past me as she continued. "Each thrust of your cock would be like a revelation in my mind." She looked down. "I knew I was dirty, even filthy sometimes but still you came to me and pleased yourself with me. I came every time you fucked me Sir, sometimes more than once. After you would pull out of me and leave, I could feel your seed inside me and it was so wonderful, I would lick it from my fingers as it leaked out of me." I smiled as she told me how she felt having no idea that she enjoyed those nights as much as I. "May I ask a question Sir?" I nodded. "Why did you do that to me today?" Almost afraid of my reaction. "Since I've been here in Germany, no one has ever had me but you and today you gave me away." I paused for a moment as I did not want to appear cross with her, having given her the right of conversation this evening. "I did it because you needed it, slave." I gave her a stern look and she immediately knew she had crossed onto ground she regretted treading. "Besides, when Gunther fucked you, I was watching, and you seemed to enjoy yourself rather thoroughly. She looked down and then back to me and then down again and nodded. "He was the cruelest of everyone during my kitchen duties Sir." She was on the verge of tears so I softened my stance slightly and allowed my scowl to soften into a frown. "He always had it out for me Sir, making me do some really disgusting things. Even though I enjoyed most of them, he enjoyed it more." I wanted to reach out and hold her but I held back for a moment. "He always said that if he ever got the chance he would fuck me blue and today he did." Suddenly I was angry. "Did he ever touch you?" She didn't answer. "Mandy! Did her EVER lay a hand on you?" She hesitated and then nodded. I stood up so quickly the chair I had been sitting in flew across the room and toppled over. I stormed out of my chambers and down to the courtyard in a rage, leaving Mandy to sob over her luncheon. "Where is Gunther!" I shouted, the rage in my voice startling the staff, some of whom pointed towards the garages. When I burst through the door, Gunther was there with Anna in a rather uncompromising position over the hood of my Bentley. "You son of a bitch!" I dashed towards him with a real desire to injure. Anna knew instantly what this was about and ran out through the door. I throttled the man against the side of my car. "So, you thought you could take liberties with Mandy, you greedy bastard!" I was feeling hands on my shoulders as some of the male staff pulled me back away from him. As they did he lunged at me and got a right in before the head gardener decked him but good, causing him to crumple at my feet. Rubbing my jaw I gave him a swift kick in the gut, before ordering him thrown off the grounds. "Anna!" As I walked through the kitchen. "Anna! If you still want a job you better be in front of me instantly!" Of course she was, tearful but present. "With me!" I shouted, pointing towards the library. I slammed the door closed and immediately began interrogating her. "When I sent Mandy down to the kitchen there were strict instructions as to what was allowed, what were those instructions!" "Please Baron," she sobbed. " it was that she could be made fun of but no one was to touch her other than Gretchen and myself." She was trying to stop the sobbing. "Did Gunther touch her, other than what happened today?" "Yes Baron, on many occasions, he would touch her." "Where!" I shouted "On her privates, her breasts." She sighed. "Did Mandy try and stop him?" Wondering if the advances were provoked. "She did, she did Baron, but he was not to be stopped." "Well, you will never have to deal with him again, he's gone!" I brushed my hands together to be done with it. "You may keep your job Anna, only because Mandy likes you so well, but be on your guard young lady." I chided, dismissing her and making my way back to my chambers and Mandy. Luncheon had been cleared by the time I got back, and Mandy had retired to her room. She was not playing with herself, but rather standing at the window. "May I still speak freely Sir?" I nodded as I came to stand beside her. "Is Gunther gone, Sir?" "Yes, I had him driven off the estate, and he will never be allowed to return here." She smiled and without warning threw her arms about me and hugged me. I held her close to me as she did, and she began to cry. "He was so horrible to me Sir, I am so grateful to you for getting rid of him." I gave her a peck on her forehead, my cheek brushing against her hairless crown. For now, my plans for Mandy that evening were on hold and I gave the proprietor of the club a call out of courtesy. No, tonight she would sleep with me once again, and I would see how well she could still please me. That evening after dinner was cleared I invited Mandy into my bed and had her please me orally for a little while. I felt between her legs and was surprised that she was still dry. My little Mandy was indeed beyond the realm of vanilla sex as I had suspected earlier. "Come with me." I said as I grabbed my housecoat and led her through the maze of passages to the main entryway. Most of the staff had gone home or retired and I was fairly sure the rest of the place was empty. A small door off the hall led to a winding stairway, and down to the cellar. I led the way as Mandy cowered behind me. It was quite dark in the cellar and although I knew my way, I knew that Mandy had never been here before. We walked past racks of wine bottles and casks of cider as I took her to my intended spot. The floor became wet and slightly muddy as I approached the slaughter pen. I opened the gate to it and had Mandy get in. "What is this place Sir?" she asked meekly, never having been in such a dark and serious place. "This, my slave, is the slaughter pen." A questioning look came over her. "We bring animals here to hold before they are slaughtered for the kitchen." "Oh my god master, you're not going to..." "No, no , no my slave, I intend to keep you for a long, long time." I looked at her standing in the muck of the cage. "Kneel down on all fours." She hesitated for a moment as she saw her feet ankle deep in goo. "Down, now!" I insisted. I could hear her displeasure as her hands made contact with the muck. "Crawl around now, like a good pet." Suddenly the look of disgust on her face turned to one of wonder as she did as I asked without question. "On your belly slave." Instantly she dropped to her gut, her breasts disappearing into the slimy sludge. Without prompting she continued to crawl, belly crawl in the stuff. I could see she was getting aroused as a hand reached down to touch herself each time she pulled herself forward. "Now, roll around in it slave, roll all around until you are completely covered in that filth." I was quite amused at her attempts to please herself as she frolicked in the goop. "You may stand slave." I gestured for her to pull herself out of it. She seemed quite disappointed. I attached a rope around her neck and led her through the back part of the cellar and out through a large door and onto the rear courtyard of the castle. As I led her outdoors and around the outside of the place, I could see her with her hands between her legs, so I would tug on the rope each time I caught her. This caused her to lose her balance enough to cause her to stop. As we reached the front entrance I tied the rope to one of the old hitching posts and stepped inside, leaving her to ponder her fate. I summoned Anna and Gretchen to the front, now in their night clothes and had them come outside with me. There was Mandy, black with muck, on her back with her legs up and her hand working furiously between her legs. "Well, what have we here?" I joked as she righted herself onto all fours at the sound of my voice. "It would seem a pig has escaped the pen." Mandy's eyes grew wide with humiliation as I chuckled over her. "She certainly looks like a pig Baron." Gretchen giggled, pointing at Mandy's filthy body. "And, smells like one." Anna had a cross look on her face as Mandy once again began to play between her legs. "Watch this girls." They both stepped back as I rounded behind my slave. "Up!" Instantly, Mandy was on her feet, and I placed her hands on the post she was tied to, bending her over into an appropriate position. I allowed my robe to fall open, upon which both Anna and Gretchen turned away. "No, no girls, I want you to watch this." My cock was already quite rigid as I placed it at the entrance to her smelly hole. I heard Mandy groan as she realized what I was about to do. Even through the dirt I could see her cunt drooling, so it was with great surprise when I plowed into her ass. She yelped as I thrust in, causing the girls to jump. As I eased in and out of her butt she began to play with herself once again, this time I did not discourage her. "A smelly pig like you doesn't get fucked in the cunt do they, you sow?" "Noooo, Sirrrr." She moaned. I could see the girls standing awestruck as I treated her this way. "What are you?" my rhythm increasing as I could feel her tighten with an impending orgasm, "Imm a smmellly pig." she mewled. Panting now with her excitement. "What?" I was now slamming into her, the smell was overpowering but my lust was stronger. "I"M A SMMEELLLLY PIG!!" As I erupted into her virgin ass, she shuddered with an orgasm so intense that she screamed at the top of her lungs. In fact it was so loud it echoed off the cliffs on the other side of the valley, bringing a chuckle from both Anna and Gretchen. Mandy laid in a crumpled heap at the base of the hitch post, panting like a dog. I brushed off what I could of the filth that had transferred itself to me, before I closed my robe. "Clean her up, and I mean thoroughly, and bring her to my chambers." I could see the girls lift her in disgust, well aware of the task ahead of them. She Got What She Asked For Ch. 02 To be Continued She Got What She Asked For Ch. 03 It was well over an hour before Anna and Gretchen, looking for worse for wear, brought Mandy back to my chambers. Even after their laborious efforts the slave still had an essence of pig shit. Her skin was red and raw from the scrubbing and there was very little doubt that she was sore. "She still stinks of pig!" I shouted at the two. They explained that they had scrubbed her over and over and could not get the smell off her. "Throw her in her room and lock the door." I gestured to her quarters. As I lay in my bed I could hear the slave masturbating in her room, whispering how dirty she was and how she still smelled. Perhaps her skin had absorbed some of the odor and it was just going to be part of her now, at least for a while. I found this amusing in a way and apparently my slave found it even more than amusing. In the morning Anna came to do her usual chores with my slave, once again in the master bath. I handed her some perfumed soap in hopes that perhaps some of the odor of pig might be at least disguised. I had also been thinking that it really wasn't right for me to keep referring to her by her real name, at least the name her parents had given her. I couldn't just call her "slave" although that is exactly what she was. Maybe just "m" or "slave m", might work. When Anna had finished with her I had decided on simply "m". It was a reminder that her name actually started with that letter, but that she was no longer worthy of a full name. As she knelt at my feet I took her chin in my hand and raised her head to look at me. "From this point on slave, you will be known simply as "m", is that understood?" She nodded. I looked over at Anna who was still in the room and told her to make the rest of the staff aware that the name "Mandy" was never to be spoken again. As I said it I knew that it was the last time anyone would ever hear it again. Although the soap had covered much of the smell that m had lingering on her skin, it was still fairly apparent. "I think you need some airing out slave." I mused, and led her down to the front hall and back out onto the expansive lawn in the front of the castle. I sat her down on the grass and told her to stay there. As I walked away, I looked over my shoulder and paused. She looked so small and white in a sea of green, naked and hairless. In the garage I found what I had been looking for. My grandfather had always been fond of hounds, and there was a hook that I finally found with various collars. I found one that looked about the right size for m, as well as a good length of thick cord. As instructed m was sitting in the spot where I had left her. I motioned for her to stand and accept the collar which I placed about her neck. It was of quite think leather and the clasp was quite stiff. So stiff in fact that I doubted whether m would have the strength in her hands to undo it once it had been fastened. With the collar firmly in place, but not so tight as to throttle her, I led her to the front part of the lawn. Here the drive split in two to make a circle around the huge lawn, to meet again at the front of the castle. Here also were two large trees, spaced about ten feet apart. I cut the length of cord in two and fastened each around the trunk of each of the trees. The other end was tied to her wrists effectively suspending her between the two trees, so that she could not sit, turn or move. She was facing down the long dark drive, that wound through the forest to the highway. Her back was to the castle and all she knew, but in front of her was the unknown. From my pocket I took a marker and wrote in large letters on her belly: USE ME BUT DO NOT UNTIE ME I chuckled to myself as I finished with the marking, knowing that m could not read the entire message. All she could read was USE ME. As I started back towards the castle I could hear her whimpering, but not out of fear. I knew the only reason she was upset was because her fingers were well away from her wanton cunt. I had my car brought around to the front of the drive, by the doors so that I could rescue my slave should anything get out of hand. I had business to attend to in my study where there was a fairly powerful telescope set up in the window. Normally it would be used for gazing at wildlife or the surrounding mountains, but today it would serve an entirely different purpose. Each day there were numerous visitors and deliveries to the castle that would arrive up that same drive. Each would be treated to the lovely view of slave m strung up between the trees. I knew that not too much harm could come to her as she was, tied up that way. I knew the apprehension was building in her, so far from the castle, naked and offered up. Every few minutes I would get up and peek through the telescope at her predicament. I was just finishing up on a document, when I caught a glint of light across the lawn. A truck was approaching. I eagerly moved to the telescope to watch. I could see m pulling at her bonds as the truck grew nearer until it slowly came to a stop, just past the split in the drive. I saw two young men step out and walk over to my slave. I wished I could see the expression on her face as the two guys stood in front of her, laughing. They each took turns groping her. Her bald head seemed to draw the most attention apart from her cunt, which I could see was drooling down her inner thighs. I saw her jump at one point and figured that her ass had just been probed. Perhaps it was still a little tender after last night's debauchery. The one looked at his watch and slapped the other on the shoulder and it looked like the show was over for now. Each wiped his fingers off down the front of her, on her breasts perhaps and got back into their truck. I watched m as they walked away and I could tell they had left her unsatisfied as her thighs were pressed tight together, wiggling back and forth. I could hear laughter a short time later emanating from the kitchen, the deliver men telling their story to the staff no doubt. More paperwork lay in front of me as I continued to watch m and her plight. The two men stopped on their way out, but never left the truck. She was obviously annoyed over what they had said and showed her frustration again by tugging at the cords. Earlier in the morning I had spoken to the owner of the fetish club that I had disappointed the day before and asked him to stop out to the estate for a brandy. He was more than happy to come, saying that he had not been here for many years. I also told him that there would be a surprise involved. Of course everyone loves a surprise and he was no different. It was quite close to the time we had agreed on when I saw a white Mercedes stopped near my slave m. Being every bit the deviate that I was I knew that he knew I was watching. My eye glued to the telescope, I watched as he approached her. Her reaction was much different than it was to the two delivery men. I saw her immediately spread her legs and lift her chin. I could see him speaking and I knew he was giving her commands. I saw him warily look up to the castle, but knew it was okay. He reached between her legs and she shook like a shock had run through her. He looked up, like he was looking straight at me and held up a finger, like a "Be right back" finger. He retreated to his car and popped the trunk, rummaging around for a few minutes. He had a few things in his hands when he returned. One was unmistakably nipple clamps, which he proceeded to attach to her chest. I could see her head throw back as they bit. He then placed a red ball gag in her mouth, strapping that into place. He then had her step into something that looked like a thong with something dark at the crotch. I didn't really want her covered up, but he obviously came prepared so I was willing to play along. He then did something I was not prepared for. He was untying her wrists. I once again saw him hold up that finger at me and I held me breath for a moment half expecting her to bolt back here. To my surprise and delight she did exactly as he instructed her and simply turned around so she was facing the castle. He refastened her wrists to the cord, probably more expertly than I had done and got back in his car to resume its approach. He pulled his Mercedes along side of my aging E type Jaguar and rang the bell. Gretchen brought the man into my study where I greeted him warmly. "Werner,how are you doing?" His handshake was firm but not without respect. "Baron, and may I say, what a lovely surprise." He spotted the telescope in the window. "I knew of course, that you would not let a lovely creature such as she is, out of your sight." I gestured for him to have a look. "Lovely." "Please, Werner, have a seat." I invited him to a very comfortable wing chair that looked out the windows. "Brandy?" He nodded, so I poured us each a snifter of a Napoleon brandy from my grandfather's stock. Taking a seat in an adjacent chair. "So I saw the nipple clamps and the gag, but what was the other?" "Ah, Baron, have a look through your spyglass, and I will show you." Looking a little slumped, m was now facing us. I could see Werner fussing with something in his pocket and suddenly m stood stark upright, thrusting her cunt forward. Just as suddenly she stopped and seemed very annoyed. "A nice little toy." Out of his pocket he pulled a small remote control with a wheel and an on/off switch. "It's called a butterfly, a very powerful vibrator, when turned to its maximum power." "Well I'll be damned, remote controlled orgasms." I chuckled. "We are a long way away from her, that must have a great range." I took a closer look at the device. "This remote is custom built, and is more than a little bit illegal. It has a range of over five miles." Werner smiled and evil smile and placed the remote in my hand. "In the past I have used it to cause havoc with various lady friends while they are at work." He laughed under his breath. "So is this the young thing you wished to bring me last night?" Hopefully he asked, looking through the telescope. "Her name is m, she is my slave." Almost proudly. "Wonderful Baron, The things we spoke of yesterday would be well suited, but I can think of some things far more interesting for her to do while she is with me." I smiled and I think we both had a mutual understanding of what I expected for her. "Shall we take a walk?" Snifters in hand we strolled out onto the lawn approaching m as she stood calmly but admittedly frustrated. When we were about fifty feet away I pulled the remote from my pocket and flipped it on. I could her m groan as the "butterfly" sprung to life over her clitoris. Slowly I moved the wheel upwards and could visibly see the marked effect. Her feet were practically bouncing as she thrust her hairless mound into thin air. Flipping off the switch brought a frustrating groan from her as we now were directly beside her. Werner nodded to me, as if to say "let her have it" so I did. Before turning it on I slid the wheel all the way forward. As m saw the device in my hand she pleaded with her eyes to let her orgasm. I held my finger on the button for a few moments, her eyes wide with anticipation. What I expected was far different than what happened. When I heard the click, m launched against the cords, her back arched impossibly, so far forward her weight supported on the tops of her feet. Werner reached up and released the nipple clamps and there was a guttural scream and for a moment I thought I could see every muscle and tendon through her skin as she tensed in an orgasm that so completely rocked through her body, sweat virtually jumped off her skin. Immediately I switched off the device and m collapsed against the cords. Pulling my knife from my pocket I cut the cord allowing her to fall to the grass. Werner handed me his snifter and he set about unfettering my slave. "A gift Baron, if you like it." Werner had completed his work as m began to come around. He helped her to her feet and gave her a slap on her butt which scooted her over to stand next to me. "I do like it, and thank you." I handed him back his brandy and placed the small remote into my pocket. "So m, Mr. Werner and I have some plans for you, does that excite you.?" She nods and walks rather unsteadily by my side as we approach the front doors. "Run up to your room now m, we have business matters to attend to." Werner and I stand on the drive discussing the particulars of m's upcoming debut at his club. As we talk he looks up and sees her at her window. "She is always naked, Baron?" He asks as I glance over my shoulder to see her breasts pressed against the glass like two fried eggs. "Always, clothes are completely foreign to her now." Werner takes one last look at her before getting into his car. "Wonderful." He smiles and gives me a knowing look, before driving off. If only m knew the humiliation and degradation she was in store for at his club. I am quite certain she would look forward to it if she did, but I was not about to tell her in advance. Everyone likes surprises, m would be no different. "Anna, please send Gretchen in." Still in my study I had just finished with my paperwork and was sitting back to ponder over the day's events. Gretchen walked in and brought herself to bear in front of me at my desk. "You wanted to see me Baron." I smiled as she was always the favorite of the two girls that tended to m. "Have a seat Gretchen." A worried look came over her face thinking something was amiss. "Your hair has grown in a little bit now." Her hair had been cropped short during m's treatments as a way to comfort her, and she now sported a sort of long pixie style, making her look somewhat elfish. Instinctively she reached up and pulled on her hair and nodded, acknowledging my statement. "How are you an m getting along these days?" "We get along just fine Baron, is there something wrong? Has she said something to you Sir?" Suddenly a guilty frown ran across her face as she looked down at her lap and then back to my hands. "No, Gretchen, but is there something you would like to tell me before I go ask her?" Her head hung like a hat on a hook as she admitted to her misdeeds. "Baron, Man..I mean m and I have been playing around." I raise an eyebrow as she continues. "I have been sneaking into her room at night Sir." In mock anger I stand and walk around her chair and then back behind my desk, bringing my open hand down on its surface. The sound makes Gretchen jump in her chair, and I get the response I wanted to hear. "I will gather my things Baron. I know she belongs to you now Sir, and I have trespassed on that. I am so Sorry!" She rises to leave and I motion for her to sit back down. "So you and my slave have an attachment, is that what I am understanding?" I sit back down and place both hands flat on the desk. "Yes Baron, we have for a long time Sir." She sobbed. "Really. Hmm. Gretchen, Gretchen, Gretchen, what am I supposed to do here." I take a deep breath and sigh. "The problem here is, I really do like you." She looks up from her despair and chances a look at my face, before lowering her head once more. "Tell me Gretchen, do find what is happening to me arousing?" I may have been pushing my luck here but I was going to see it out. I could hear her struggling with an answer that wouldn't get her into trouble, but she finally spoke. "I do Baron." The sobbing had stopped, and something deeper was driving her. "I feel bad for her, for the humiliation she feels and the treatment she receives." I sat back for the long version of her previous admission. "At first I was just consoling her but soon it was sex and after a while longer it was only sex, Baron." She leaned forward to speak as if telling me a secret. "The first time I sneaked into her room I was so nervous. I knew I had to go by your bed to get there, but I so wanted to be with her that I risked it. She was so happy to see me as we fell into each other on her bed." Gretchen wrinkled her nose. "She smelled bad but even that added to the sex that we had Sir. After a while it even became important that she was dirty." Gretchen realized all at once what she had told me and immediately sunk her head down in shame. "Here is my problem Gretchen." I chided "As a staff member here, I cannot have you going behind my back and misusing my property." I stand and walk over to her chair and she begins to sob again. "You leave me no choice but to dismiss you." Her sobbing has turned to full on crying now. "Before I let you go and pack, I am going to ask you one last question." She nods her head, tears flowing into her hands. "Do you sometimes wish you were m?" There was complete silence, as if she suddenly expired. "Yes." Again, complete silence, and I knew she was holding her breath. "Then you have a choice Gretchen." I was gloating over my own good fortune. "You may pack your things and leave...or...you may join m, no longer my employee but my property, to serve along side her as my slave." A shudder ran through her visibly as she raised her head. "I will give you ten minutes to think it over Gretchen, but then I need an answer." I started to walk out of my study. "Sir, I don't need ten minutes." She stood and looked at me with the greatest sincerity in her eyes. "I'll do it." Shocked, I think, by her own words, Gretchen surrendered herself to me. Perhaps not so much to be with me as to be with m. "Well then Gretchen, I accept you as my slave." My mind was racing as I thought about how to handle this, but then it was clear. "Strip slave." I watched in awe as this beautiful German blonde slowly removed her clothing, until she was standing naked and barefooted before me. I had seen her naked from a distance, but she was even more perfect up close. I gathered all her clothing and in a symbolic gesture and tossed them into the hearth, the flames soon consuming them. "Come with me slave." I grabbed her by the wrist, I think the first time our flesh had actually touched, and led her to the kitchen. The staff was busy preparing the evening meal when we arrived and in very short order her nakedness grabbed everyone's attention. "Everyone, Gretchen has an announcement to make to you all!" She looked up at me with horror in her eyes, now completely naked in front of her former coworkers. "Today, the Baron has dismissed me." She said quietly as she hung her head. Anna's hands were covering her mouth in shock. "I am now his slave." Barely audible I nudged her. "I am now the Baron's slave the same as m!" Still silence in the room. "So tell them slave, did I force you to do this?" I felt the tension rising. "No, I am his slave by my own choice and will serve him together with m." There was some soft chatter and then a little laughter as they realized I hadn't forced her into this. "So, you will treat slave Gretchen the same way as you do slave m, is that understood by everyone?" There was a general agreement among the staff as I escorted my new slave to my chambers. "Anna!" I yelled over my shoulder. With a few seconds she was walking with us. "You will prepare my new slave for service as m and I watch, is that understood?" "Yes Baron, everything off." Gretchen cringed and ran her hands through her hair as we entered the bath. I retrieved m from her room, sleeping on her mattress, she groggily followed me. When m saw Gretchen naked, she sobbed and fell at her feet. "He knows everything m, I told him everything." The weeping continued as I pulled m from her prostrate position and onto the bench beside me. "Be happy my m, for Gretchen will be a slave with you." I stroked her head as she calmed. I wasn't sure how to read her, but I think her emotions were mixed. Anna had prepared everything and flipped on the clippers, the soft hum filling the room. As she brought them to Gretchen's head, her hand wandered downward and found herself, her legs opening wide. With the first pass of the blades, m squeezed my hand, perhaps remembering the first time she was shaved. Gretchen had now lost her shame as she masturbated unabashedly, her feathery blonde locks fluttering over her body. I looked over at m who was sharing a smile with Gretchen as their eyes met. Nearly shorn now, she reached up to feel the sandpaper felt that remained as the clippers made their last pass. Quickly Anna made a pass over each of her brows and it was done. All that remained was the shaving and that I left up to the three girls. As I excused myself I looked back to see m kneeling down between Gretchen's open legs, her head now covered in foam. My two slaves together, this would be a challenge. She Got What She Asked For Ch. 03 To be continued