****** My Life by Jennistoy ******
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My Life


The thunder shook the house. I sensed rather than saw the jagged flash of
lightning brightening the room at the same time of the boom. I struggled for a
few seconds, then fell limp, knowing I could not work my way free of the bonds.
I was wrapped from head to foot and was hanging much like a fly in a spider
web. My mistress had to still be in the room, she would never leave me
unattended like this, blind, helpless, terrified and totally aroused. As I
wiggled, the bells attached to my balls and tip of my cock jingled, softly
playing their sweet notes.

Suddenly, the closeness of the bindings seemed overwhelming, rather than
comforting. The storm had awakened me from my sleep and brought with it a
feeling of dread, leaving a cold chill running up and down my spine. Oh God, I
wanted out! Tears began to flow, soaking the bandages around my eyes. I
whimpered and started to shake.

It seemed an eternity before the scent of Her perfume filled the air around me.
Opium, its rich scent calmed me almost immediately. I felt a new surge of blood
in my cock. I strained toward Her, moaning in supplication, waiting for the
whisper from Her mouth. One word would put me at ease, would complete me. One
touch would transport me to ecstasy, I prayed for some indication of Her
interest in me.

I was not the only of Her slaves; I was the newest, the most inexperienced. I
was bought for Her by Her favorite. I was auctioned like a prizewinning steer,
my fate held in the hands of a stranger. I had never laid eyes on my mistress.
I had only heard Her voice, only felt Her touch once. I craved to know Her, to
be able to bow before Her, offer myself to Her.

Perhaps I should explain how I got here, and perhaps, where I should or can go
from here. My first name was Michael James Killigan. I have no name now, no
identity except for what She gives me. I started life like everyone else. I was
born into a loving family, the only child. My parents were older when I was
born; I was my mother's surprise. She was close to 48 when she brought me into
the world. When I was 18, and in college, my parents passed away. My father was
killed in a traffic accident, my mother died peacefully in her sleep two months
later. I think it was from a broken heart. She couldn't handle life without
Dad.

I finished college and started working in an advertising firm. I had never been
successful with women, I always felt awkward and shy, never knowing the right
things to do or say. I preferred they make the first move. It was at my firm
where I met my first mistress. Her name was Tracy; she was a goddess to me. Her
demands on me were perfect, her control over me iron clad. I lived with Tracy
for 3 years. Then one day, she told me to give notice at my job, that I would
be leaving. I was overjoyed. I assumed this meant that I would be a full house
slave to Tracy and would be able to serve her full time. I was wrong.

The last day of work, I had a party with my co-workers. I came home a little
drunk and very happy. I planned what I would do for my wonderful mistress as
soon as I got home. Tracy met me at the door, turned me around and walked me
out to her car. She did not speak. She took me out to her Jimmy and locked me
in. She bound my hands to the bars with handcuffs and chains, blindfolded me
and then left. I sat in the car for a few moments before she was back at my
side, cutting my clothes off of me. The cold steel of the scissors chilled me
and started me panicking me. Tracy slapped my face hard and I settled down. I
did not understand what she was doing or why she was doing it. She cut through
my suit jacket, my shirt, my pants, my underwear, and even my socks. I was soon
naked and sitting on the seat. I dare not speak, I couldn't, she would punish
me. I didn't want that.

She closed the door next to me, and got in on the other side. The vehicle
started up and we were moving. It seemed to me that we drove forever. I could
smell the city giving way to desert and we drove on. We turned for the highway
on to an uneven road I could only assume to be a dirt one. I was thrown cruelly
against the door, over and over again. Suddenly the vehicle stopped. Tracy got
out, opened my door, unhooked me from my chains, re-cuffed me and made me walk.
My feet were pricked over and over, causing me to hobble. Once I stumbled, but
Tracy hauled me to my feet. We stepped into a hall; it was cool, the air almost
too chill.

Tracy removed my blindfold, and I looked around me before being whacked at the
back of my knees. I fell forward, my hands catching my fall somewhat. Stepping
from behind me was a huge man, with a cane in his hand. He looked at Tracy and
nodded.

"He'll do."

Tracy looked at me for a second, sighed, turned on her heel and left. Panic set
in. I wanted to flee, but the chains around my ankles hobbled me.

"George." The named rumbled from somewhere deep in the massive man's chest. I
looked at him blinking back my tears. My knees and hands throbbed form my fall.
My mind was whirling. I was more scared than I had ever been in my life.

"My name is George." You may call me that or Sir. Nothing else, do you
understand?"

I nodded numbly.

"Good, now stay on your knees and follow me." I shuffled after him, my eyes on
his heels and my head down.

We went down a long hall. The gleaming wood was soft as satin under my hands. I
followed George into a room that looked like an exam room. My cuffs were
removed, and I was told to get on the exam table. George looked into my eyes
and said,

"You can ask all the questions you want in here, but once you leave this room,
you are not allowed to speak unless you are told to. "

"What is going on?" I asked hesitantly.

"You have been sold. You life with your former mistress is gone. All the money
you earned is in an account, which will be released to you at the end of your
time with your next owner. This is an auction house. You are here to be
examined and put through some physical tests along with some training exams."

"Why?"

"Why what? Why were you sold? I don't know. I don't ask questions like that, I
don't usually care for the answers or the reasons. "

I was in shock, I couldn't understand why Tracy had sold me, but I did remember
a clause in the contract I entered that said I could be sold. Yes, I did sign a
legal form when Tracy and I started living together. At the time, I was so
enraptured with her; I would have done anything she asked me to.

"How much will Tracy get from my sale and will I earn anything?"

"She receives 30% of what you sell for, we get 30% and you get 40% to be
deposited into your account of course."

I bowed my head and started to weep. The tears flowed from my eyes and I felt
lost and alone. I felt like a dog that had been kicked out into the street or
locked up in the pound. George walked over to me, placed his massive hand on my
shoulder and squeezed gently.

"Don't worry, you'll be well taken care of. There is nothing to fear."

I became angry, my tears dried up, and I shrugged his hand away.

"What would you know about it? I have lost my life, my mistress, and my dreams!
I have been uprooted and thrown away!"

George shrugged and walked out of the room. I was left alone in this cold room.
I wandered around looking for a sharp object to slit my wrists with. The
drawers were empty and the cupboards were bare. I started to shiver. I needed
to pee and there was no where to go.

The door slammed open, there in the doorway was an amazon and a very small
woman. I glanced over at them, totally uninterested or trying to appear that
way to them. The amazon grabbed my arm, almost lifting me off my feet. She
walked me down a hall, opened a door and handed me a cup. She did not leave,
rather stood in the doorway and looked down the hall. I looked down into the
toilet, started to pee, stopped, filled the cup, and finished in the bowl. It
felt so good to pee. I was slightly irritated that I was not allowed the
privacy to do it with the door closed, but it didn't matter once I started to
go.

I capped the cup, washed the outside, washed my hands and she pointed to the
small cabinet in the room. I opened the door, and set the cup inside. The
amazon allowed me to walk in front of her as we went back down the hall. Once
we arrived back at the room where the small woman was, I was weighed, my blood
taken, my blood pressure measured, my breathing listened to, my heart listened
to and my hair checked.

I was told to bend over the table and felt a finger going in my anus, I burned
red because the amazon still stood, watching over the two of us with impassive
eyes. My prostate was checked, my balls checked, even my cock. I was stood back
up, laid down on the table and strapped down. My heart stopped in my chest.

Then my balls were cleaned with antiseptic and numbed. I watched in horror as a
huge hollow needle was produced. My balls were pierced in two places. There was
no real pain, just a strange sensation of the needle going through. Two hoops
were attached to my new piercings. They gleamed in the light of the sterile
room. The small woman handed me a small bottle I assumed to clean them and the
two of them walked out leaving me strapped to the table. I laid back. Suddenly
I felt so tired. I wanted to sleep. George came back and unhooked me, leading
me further down the hall. I was strapped to a kind of horse, my legs far apart,
over a big drain. I watched as George got a nozzle out of the wall and lubed
the end of it. I had enemas before so I was not afraid. He pushed the nozzle
into my ass and I felt the warm water being turned on and filling my bowels. At
my bursting point, George removed the nozzle, allowing my waste to flush from
my system. The process was repeated over again three more times until George
was satisfied.

I was led to a small room with a bed and a toilet and nothing else in it. There
were no sheets on the bed, the room was warm and dark and I fell asleep almost
immediately.

I was awakened by a sharp stinging pain on my ass. George stood before me with
the cane in his hand. I got up, went to my knees and kissed his feet. My
piercings were throbbing, but not really painful. George allowed me to use the
toilet and to clean the new body jewelry. Then he led me to a new room. I was
bent over a horse, and whipped using the cat for a few times. I did not cry
out, but rather leaned as much as I could into the blows. I relished the pain;
it brought new awareness to me. By the time the blows ended, I was really
hurting and knew my ass was as red and striped as any candy cane. A huge butt
plug was shoved into my ass; it had been prepped with some kind of creme that
made it burn and itch, while making me want to move, to rub my ass along the
floor the same way a dog does when he has an itch. I was given breakfast, a
chopped up mix, of eggs, bacon and bread in a bowl. I was allowed to eat with
my fingers, but then was whipped again when I did not ask to wash my hands or
the bowl the food was in. I kissed George's feet each time he was finished
whipping me.

I was lead down a hall where the amazon stood before me. She looked pointedly
at my soft cock and told me it must be hard at all times. I nodded and started
to rub it and was whipped again. By now my back and ass were on fire, throbbing
and painful. I had gotten hard during my whipping, and kept it up. She told me
that if at any point I were to get soft, I would be whipped again, until I
could keep it up. I nodded as I looked at the floor.

She walked around to my ass and moved the plug around in my ass a bit. I had to
bite back the groans that escaped me because it felt so good. She unbuckled the
belt from around my waist, and pulled the plug out slowly. My ass felt
stretched out and grasped at the departing plug. The amazon inserted two
fingers in and moved them around. I moaned. Tracy had never used me in this
way, she always demanded I be clean there, but never touched me. I never
dreamed it would be so pleasurable. It hurt a bit, but the plug and cream had
done it's job, I was itching (literally) to be abused there.

The amazon pulled her fingers out of me, held up three fingers in front of my
face, and I felt them slip in. That was a bit painful. They stretched and
pulled my ass. When I started pushing against her, and moaning through my
clenched teeth, she held up four fingers. I felt the last one slip in. I could
imagine her, her thumb out, the rest inside me. Her hand moved in and out. It
was painful, but the pain lessened and I started to move with her again. Five
fingers this time. I panicked. I was going to be fisted, oh God! I tensed up,
which hurt even more. The amazon continued to work her way in, taking it very
slow. I tried to relax and let her in, but I couldn't. It hurt; I was so tense
that one finger at that point would have hurt. Her hand in front of my face
showed me what she was doing. Her fingers waggled in front of my face and I
felt them mimicking the motion inside me. She clenched her fist and moved her
hand in front of me, back and forth. I felt the same motion inside my ass. I
felt the familiar sensations of pleasure wash through me. The pain mingled with
it and before I knew it, she and me fucking her hand and arm. She pulled out
slowly, leaving my ass gaping, my breath gasping and my body shaking. I had not
been allowed to cum and I was rock hard and throbbing.

I was turned to face the door, which had been left open during our session.
George was standing there and I flushed red. I let my gaze hit the floor, but
not before seeing the bulge in his tailored pants. George walked over to me,
leaned over my back and spread my cheeks. I was sure my asshole was gaping open
and I moaned at George'' hands on my sore backside. I was burning with
humiliation and angry that he had stood and watched. But of course if our roles
had been reversed, I would have watched with fascination as well.

George inserted something cold and long into my ass. It was cranked open to
open the walls inside. I was washed again twice. The cold speculum was removed
and I was fitted with a kind of donut that kept my sphincter from closing up
again. It was about as big around as my four fingers curled around each other.
I felt vulnerable and exposed. A gel was pushed into me, and I was well lubed
up. My cock was so hard that I swore if someone only looked at it, it would
explode, drowning us all in cum.

I was led down the hall my ass up in the air, on my hand and knees. George
entered a room with a young man lying back in a harness. The man was
blindfolded with his legs spread apart. There was a young woman there as well,
also in a harness and blindfolded. Her legs were spread and she appeared to be
in a high state of arousal. George pointed me to the young man, and said,

"Suck him off, and you can have her."

I balked; I had plenty of forced sex experience, but never with other men, only
women. I had a million thoughts going through my head, but one look at the
pussy on the other side of the room; I headed toward the man.

I held his cock in my hand, my stomach rolling at what I was going to have to
do. I slowly stroked his balls, rubbing back behind them to that sweet spot.
The man moaned, and arched his pelvis back toward me.

"My ass too, please!" He begged.

I rubbed his ass and then spit on my finger and pushed it inside him. He arched
up and started to ride my finger. I added another, and proceeded to take him
into my mouth. It was a very strange sensation, he was soft to my tongue, I ran
my tongue around his slit, then down his shaft. He moaned loudly. I started to
suck on him while slamming my fingers into him. He cried out, faster and faster
he moved. I was gagging on his cock, I could smell the sweat from his balls and
I just wanted him to cum. I wanted to get this over with, to get to that woman
over there. The man cried out, he must have been very close to begin with and I
felt him shoot his load into my mouth. The bitter taste of his cum gagged me,
for a moment I thought I was going to throw up. I swallowed it down. And sat
back on my haunches, looking at George to see his reaction. His face showed
nothing, was there nothing I could do to please this man? My fingers slipped
out of the man's ass. They appeared to be clean, I assumed that he had been
cleaned as well as I had been.

George motioned to the woman; I crawled over to her, and started licking her
clit. She cried out over and over again. I was not sure if she was actually
cumming or if she was so sensitive that she couldn't stand it.

"What are you waiting for, fuck her."

Oh yes, yes yes, it was what I wanted to hear. I kneeled up, and slammed my
cock into her. I bent over her body and started sucking on her breasts. The
donut was pulled from my ass. I didn't care. I wanted this woman. I felt
someone entering me, and saw it was the man I had just sucked off. Since I was
loose, I was unable to resist him sliding into me. As I fucked her, he fucked
me. The woman came long before I was ready to and George pulled me off of her,
turning the two of us around. He indicated I was to fuck the man. I shrugged
and grabbed his hips and slammed into him. He cried out and started thrusting
into me. He was so tight, so warm. I came almost immediately. I was suddenly
ashamed and embarrassed at my behavior.

George reversed us again and the man was allowed to cum a second time in my
ass. When he was done, he maneuvered me over his face and sucked me clean. I
was horrified to think I would have to do this, but then George led me out of
the room again.

I was taken to the bathing room again, cleaned up and put back to bed. I slept
the sleep of a baby.

The next morning I was awakened again to that same sharp stinging blow. I was
starving and ready to start the day. I peed and ate, washing my bowl and
fingers with out being told to. George and I headed along the hall. We went
into the enema room and I was cleaned out again. This time was a bit different.
The water was warmer than usual and I was filled again after being cleaned out
and a plug was put in place to hold it in.

George led me to another room where there were lots of other people in there. I
was put in a chair and told to sit. The pressure in my intestines was intense.
The other people seemed to be in as much discomfort as I was. We were not
allowed to talk, just sit there and look at each other. My hard on was huge and
it was as uncomfortable as the pressure inside me. One woman went over to the
people who were watching us and she bent down and kissed their feet. They
walked her to a corner with a toilet and removed the plug. She obviously could
not stand the pressure anymore and was willing to undergo any humiliation to
get rid of it. I watched as she allowed the water to pass from her and as she
cleaned up. Then she was led from the room. I was determined not to have that
happen to me.

I started to fall asleep, and was whipped for doing so. Between the pressure in
my body and the whip falling, I thought I was going to pass out. I bore it as
long as I could. Eventually there was me and one other person left in the room.
It was the man I encountered yesterday. I didn't think he knew who I was, but
he kept looking at me. Finally he motioned with two of his fingers. You and me
they seemed to say. I nodded. He smiled and then went to the guards. They led
him over and he went about his business. Once he was gone they led me over and
I just about broke down and cried from the release of it all.

They petted and praised me and led me back to an office where I was served food
with utensils. I fell at the food. George walked in and informed me,

"Tomorrow you go up for bidding. You are ready and I am tired of seeing your
face."

"Why do you hate me Sir?" I asked.

He slapped my face hard; I fell over onto the floor. He grabbed me by my hair
and led me from the room. I cried as he led me along. When we were back in my
room, I curled up on the bed and whimpered. I didn't understand any of this,
nor did I understand why George hated me so. George remained in the room with
me and finally said,

"I don't hate you. I would bid on you if I could, but I am not allowed to and
you don't like men." With that he turned on his heel and left, leaving me to
puzzle him out.

The next morning the amazon came to wake me up, I followed her routine and then
went to the bathing room. I was scrubbed all over by three different women,
flushed inside and then lotioned up in a glitter type of lotion.

I was lead to a room where I stayed all by myself until they got me for the
auction. Butterflies were gnawing on my stomach, and I felt lightheaded. I led
up to the top of a table, my legs were kicked apart and I was blindfolded.
Hands touched me, stroked me, felt me all over. Fingers went into my ass, my
mouth, ears, nose, they handled my piercings and once a mouth covered my cock.

I was lead into the waiting room again and almost as soon as I sat down, I was
fetched back. George stood there, smiling; he clapped me on the back and
whispered,

"You've been bought, at a good price too!"

I looked at him; he smiled and told me I would be very happy in my new home. I
was led away by a pair of young men, following a very pretty, short redhead.
She reached a van, opened the side and motioned for the men to put me inside. I
sat down on the seat, watching her intently. She smiled at the men, and closed
the door behind them. She sat in the passenger's seat, looking at me
critically.

" I am Jade, you may call me Jade. Nothing else, do you understand?" At my nod
she went on, "You are going to serve the most wonderful woman in the world. I
have been with Her for 15 years now and not a day goes by that I don't thank
God for Her. She is my reason for being. You have been bought on a short
contract of one year with an option to extend to five if it is agreeable to
both you and Her. You will be given a monthly allowance that will be deposited
into your account. You will be provided meals, clothing if you ever should need
it and medical care. As payment for your allowance, you will do as you are
told, never balk at anything and behave in such a way that you would make the
Holy Mother herself proud. You will be exhibited as live art, you will be a
whipping post, you will be used by whomever wants to use you. You will always
kiss the feet of each and every person who shows you any kindness, be it
whipping, sex or just a pet on your skin." I nodded and she went on.

"You will not see your mistress for quite a while, as a matter of fact you may
never see Her. She is a woman of independent wealth and only has a few slaves
for Her own personal pleasure. She likes form and grace and you will please Her
by showing your submission to Her in anyway that you can supplicate. If you are
lucky, you may come to her attention, and she may allow you to please her in
other ways other than sight."

"You will always be blindfolded when on display and you rarely will ever be
allowed to see who you are pleasuring or who is pleasuring you. When you are
not on display, you will stay in the dorm. We have a full time staff to care
for us, feed us, clean for us, etc., but do not think this will be all easy
work. You will be whipped, at least once a day, you will run for the pleasure
of our mistress every day, you will be taught how to hold positions that will
tax your body and you may be sent to school."

"You are expected to keep your cock hard at all times while on display, You
will not cum unless you are told it is allowed. You are not to touch other
slaves, unless you are told it is all right. The mistress does not tolerate
slaves who break Her rules and if you do you will be punished severely. If you
break too many rules, we will, consider the contract broken, and throw you out
with no clothing, no ID and leave you to figure out how to get your money. Do
you understand?" Again I nodded. I was terrified I would mess up and be not
only homeless, but with out clothing or money.

"I understand you show no fear of any type of sex, including anal. I also
understand that you do not show any preference for men, in fact you show a
strong dislike for men. Is this true?"

"Yes Jade."

"That will not be tolerated. Mistress herself is truly bi-sexual, and she
expects all of her slaves to be as well. If this is a problem, I can take you
back to the auction house now." I shook my head no and she continued.

"You have no name, you will have none unless our mistress names you herself.
When you are wanted, you will be touched. When walking through the house, you
will be on your hands and knees, head down, eyes up only far enough to see the
heels of the person you are following. There are no exceptions to this rule."

With that, she moved to the driver's seat and started the van. She turned
around and motioned to the bench seat at the back of the double doors. There
was a phallus mounted to it as well as a safety harness. Mount yourself on that
and strap yourself in. I eyed the phallus carefully and slowly fit it into my
ass. My sphincter closed around it and I felt waves of pleasure wash over me. I
clicked the belt together and we were off.

I could not really see where we were going as she drove. Jade told me to jerk
off and save the cum in my hand. I wondered what that was for, but I complied.
When I came it was like an explosion. She had been watching me in the mirror
and when I was finished, she told me to lick my hand clean. I started to balk,
but remembered her warning and complied. I was still hard, it required no
effort to stay that way, and I felt like I could cum over and over again. She
seemed to know that and told me to ride the phallus until I came. I did so and
was surprised to discover that the sensation of it driving into me brought me
along very quickly. I was not allowed to jerk off that time and when I came I
cleaned my hand with out being told. Jade smiled at me. I felt so proud of
myself.

We arrived at the house in a very short amount of time. I was allowed to
release myself from the straps and dismount from the phallus. Jade opened the
side door and I got out of the van. I followed her from the van to the house.
She led me into a study, full of books and videotapes. Jade blindfolded me, and
showed me how I was to wait for her return. I had my forehead on the floor, ass
up in the air and my hands on either side of my face. I waited for what seemed
like an eternity, Eventually I heard footsteps, a hand whacked my upturned ass,
I reached with one hand till I found their feet and I re-positioned myself to
kiss their feet, then I went back to my original position.

"Charming, utterly charming. You have outdone yourself Jade, I am very pleased
with you my dear." The voice was husky and the scent that accompanied that
voice was dusky, erotic and wonderful.

"Thank you Mistress."

"Come here darling, show me how much you care for me."

I heard the sounds of two women in passion, the mistress crying out in orgasm
and then Jade whimpering when she was denied release.

"Patience my dear, I will taste your cum tonight as you ride my hand." Jade
moaned. I shivered.

I heard heels clicking on the floor, a hand lifted my balls, stroked my cock, a
finger pushed it's way into my ass and I felt weak all over.

"Take him to be whipped." The hands were removed. I almost cried out in
protest, but instead shivered and bit my lip. The footsteps retreated form me.

The blindfold was removed, and I was lead by a young man to a dungeon. I was
placed on the cross and whipped with a cat until my back, ass and legs were
striped again. Then they turned me around and whipped my stomach and the front
of my legs. I was crying out from the pain and exhaustion from my day.

They took me off the cross and attached me to the horse where I was paddled for
a total of 30 licks. I was ordered to count them out and thank my paddlers with
a "Thank you Sir."

I was then led to a whirlpool bath and allowed to soak, had creme rubbed into
my sore spots, was cleaned out again and then fed. After I was through eating,
I was led to a big common room where five others mingled. There asses were all
red and welted like mine. The men were impressive specimens, their cocks stood
straight and tall. The women were voluptuous. Their breasts bobbed as they
walked and they represented their genetic makeup very well.

I noticed there was a black couple, a Hispanic couple and a single white
female. She saw me and walked over to me and said.

"You can talk in here, do anything you like in here, so don't worry, besides,
you are our game tonight. On your knees slave."

I fell to my knees feeling like a trained dog. The female spread her legs over
my head and told me to make her cum. I lifted my head up to her and started
working on her pussy. Running my tongue over her slit and clit. I swirled her
clit around my tongue and sucked on it. She came in a very short time, covering
my face in her juice. I sucked it all up and wanted more. The black woman came
over and spread her legs as well. I went to work on her and had her gasping and
crying out in a short time too. The young Hispanic lady leaned over the table
and spread her legs,

"Fuck me!" I complied and slammed my cock into her. I tipped her as much as I
could so I didn't cum, but in a very short amount of time I was ready to cum.
She turned around and sucked me dry. I was shaking and needed to sit down at
the end of that. Right as I sat down the two other men came over and the black
one motioned to his cock. I knelt and started to suck it, he grabbed a bottle
of lubricant, and poured it over is cock after pulling me off it. Then he lay
on his back and positioned me over him. I slowly eased down on him and started
to ride him of my own accord. The Hispanic man stood in front of me and I
sucked him off as I rode the other man. I felt lips on my cock and glanced down
and saw the women had joined the party. One was sucking me off, one was riding
the face of the man I was riding and the third was being given oral by the man
I was sucking off. I came quickly, the black man shot inside me and the
Hispanic man shot down his throat. I was surprised that his cum tasted pretty
good. I wondered why that was, but by that point I was too tired to care.

Each day I was bound and displayed. Sometimes there would be people, sometimes
not. Each day we ran around a track. Sometimes a figure would appear in a
window over where we ran. The figure would watch us for a while then depart
form the window. I knew it was Her, but I could never really see her.

We would go in and be cleaned by servants. We were ushered into a group shower
where we were cuffed to the walls and scrubbed down with brushes. Out pubic
hair was trimmed way down and out teeth brushed and flossed for us. Each of us
submitted to the daily enema and was groomed much like showdogs. Our bodies
were rubbed down with oil and we were groomed to display out best qualities.

Then we were taken to our display areas and bound. Often we would hang or be
mummified. Our bodies wrapped with only our sex parts showing. We would hang
all day then be brought down, whipped, fed, save rubbed into our welts and put
in out room where we would have group sex.

I loved my life with Her. I could tell when She was near because I could smell
Her perfume. I could hear Her voice. At night, during a party, I could tell
where She was by the conversation in the room. She could control the
conversation, and the side of the room She was on would be quieter than the
other. The others in the room would be listening to Her, I imagined, eating Her
up with their eyes. The parties were the good nights. We were fondled, played
with and forced to serve those in the room. Rarely were our blindfolds removed
and if they were we were often not allowed to look up from the floor.

The day of the rainstorm, I heard Her voice.

"This one is very interesting. He is tantric in his sexuality. He rarely
ejaculates, yet still achieves orgasm. I find him very exciting to watch. It is
a sad thing his time is up. I am releasing him from his contract." Her hand
rested for a second on my foot and then I heard Her heels click away.

Released? Ah God, No! I had only been here a short time, why was I to be
released? Had I done something wrong? I had only been here a couple of months.

That night I was whipped, then bathed in a tub. I was away from my friends and
there were three servants working on me. I was oiled up and then led to a room
down the hall. I had only been in there once, on the day of my arrival.

I waited with my eyes down until a pair of high heels stood in my line of
vision. A hand tapped me on the shoulder and I looked up into the face of my
beloved Tracy. She smiled at me and took my hair in her hand and led me out of
the room, I risked a glance over my shoulder at my former mistress and watched
in shock as a tear ran down her face.

Tracy buckled me into the car and smiled at me.

"Let's go home."


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