"the gift"
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Created on: Thursday 8th of September 2016 01:33:59 PM CDT
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The Gift
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The Gift

My name is Susan. I am 24 years old and have been the slave and owned property of Mistress Angela since I was 15, when she rescued me from living on the street as a runaway. I love my Mistress and would do anything for her. That is why when I saw her stressed out last week I asked if there was anything I could do for her. She looked at me and smiled, “I have gotten myself in a bind with a very powerful woman. She is elderly but very active for her years. She once did me a very large favor that saved me from complete financial and social ruin. She was the only one who could have helped me and all she asked was that one day I return the favor without question. This afternoon she phoned me and told me she wished to collect on that favor.”

My Mistress looked so distraught, “Mistress can you tell me what it is she wants, perhaps I can help in some way,” I offered. As I said I would do anything for my Mistress.

Mistress Angela, shook her head and looked at me directly in the eyes. ”The favor she wants is for me to provide a suitable girl whom she can skin alive and then cook to be served at a very special dinner she is giving this weekend.”

I had to let the words register in my mind. I turned away from my Mistress and then turned back again, “Mistress Angela you can send me. You have done so much to change my life and have shown me so much love I can’t think of any better way to repay you.”

My Mistress just stared at me for a long time. I’m sure she noticed the trembling in my hand.  “Oh, Susan, you simply have no idea how sadistic this woman is. And the pain you would experience being skinned alive might even drive you insane, and then to be snuffed after if you survived the skinning is too much to bear thinking about.”

I knelt down on the floor in front of Mistress Angela and bowed my head to kiss her feet, then raised my head up and looked at her again in the eyes, “Mistress, please allow me to give myself to you as the gift you must give to this woman. Every bit of pain I endure I will translate into a soft touch of your hand on my skin. All the rest will be inconsequential.”

My Mistress stood up from her seat and touched me on my shoulders and raised me up. There were tears in her eyes, “Susan you are such a good slave and I love you dearly and I will miss you and never forget you for this gift of yourself to me. I will call this woman and she will send a car tonight to pick you up so you can be prepared in any of a number of ways. Thank you.” Then she held me in her arms and gave me a long soulful kiss and I wished that there were time for us to make love of last time but Mistress said there wouldn’t be time as the woman’s home was not far from here. She told me to go shower and she would make the call.

I did shower and with a towel wrapped around me found Mistress just finishing her conversation. I asked her how I should dress and she answered, “Not at all. The woman is coming along with the car to pick you up and she wants you naked. She will be here in twenty minutes. You’d best go and dry your hair my love. This is so hard for me Susan I can’t even bear to look at you knowing how you will suffer for me so remain in your room until you hear the car honk its horn and then just leave.”

I dried my hair and brushed it so I would look presentable then sat gazing into the vanity’s mirror, trying not to think of what was going to happen but of all the good things that had happened to me since first meeting my Mistress so many years ago. Soon my thoughts were broken and the sound of a car’s horn made me jump a bit. I took a deep breath and stood up from the dressing table and went straight to the front door and out into the chilly night where the chauffeur was standing at the opened back door of the limousine. I could just make out the form of someone sitting on the other side of the back seat.

I climbed into the car and tried to make eye contact with the woman whose face was very hard. She was tall, well built and had black hair with stylish streaks of white in it here and there. I began to say hello and tell her my name, but she turned and looked at me and in a harsh voice said, “Girl, I do not care to know your name nor exchange pleasantries with you. You are nothing to me but a distraction and the eventual main course for a very important group of friends. All I want to hear from you mouth is ‘Yes, Ma’am’, or ‘No Ma’am and of course the screams and pleadings as I have my way with you. From this point on you no longer exist. Is that clear?”

Stunned, I simply said “Yes, Ma’am.” And the car began to move. 

The woman looked me up and down very carefully. She reached her hand out for my breast and pinched my erect nipple very hard between her thumb and forefinger, eventually digging her nails into it. I held out as long as I could until the pain was overwhelming and let out a high pitched moan. I heard the woman chuckle at that. Then I felt her other hand motioning for me to spread my thighs which I did and her hand went to my sex and I could tell she felt my wetness. “Slut!” was all she said. The rest of the drive was made in silence as her fingers probed my cunt the whole way back to her mansion. 

When arrived she told the driver to pull around to the back of the house. Once there he stopped the car and got out to open the door for the woman who got out and told me to let myself out and follow her. The sharp gravel stones of the driveway hurt my feet as I tried to keep up with the woman’s stride. We finally reached a door which turned out to open on a set of stairs leading down into a basement. She switched on a light and I followed her as she moved toward a wall that had the kind of door you might see on a restaurant cooler or freezer. She opened it and stepped inside, switching on the lights that lit the room as if it were day time. I looked around. All the walls, ceiling and floor were covered in bright white tiles. At different spots in the floor I noticed drains. She led me to another door much like the first one. She flipped a switch and opened the door and told me to go in there and someone would be down shortly to see to me. I stepped inside and when I did, she closed the door behind me and I could hear the latch being bolted shut. 

I looked around. It was about ten feet by ten feet square and all bare concrete.  Against the one wall was a small cot with a blanket and pillow. On the other wall was a stainless steel toilet with no seat and a small sink and dispenser for paper towels. I was exhausted from all that had transpired and lay down on the bed to try and relax and maybe even get some rest.

I don’t know how long I was but soon I heard the bolt slide back on the door and it opened. A middle aged woman in a maid’s uniform entered carrying a tray. On it was a medium sized cup filled with a greenish yellow liquid and a large glass of water. She handed me the cup and told me to drink it all down. I did as told and when I finished she said,” It is to clean out your bowels.” Handing me the glass of water she laughed, “No sleep for you tonight, spend all night on toilet, ha, ha!” Then she took he glass from my hand put it back on the tray and turned and left. I heard the bolt slide back into place, and then suddenly the room went dark.

Needless to say, the maid was right. I spent the entire night in the dark sitting on the toilet shitting my guts out. By the time morning came around I felt completely empty. Suddenly the light came on and I heard the bolt slide in the door and when it opened there was the same maid with the same tray and th same cup and glass of water. She handed me the cup as I sat there on the toilet and she watched me drink the awful drink down, then the glass of water. She looked at me, “Is all to make sure you no make mess when Mistress begins to play with you.” She was laughing as she left. The bolt slid back and the lights went out again.

I sat there and surprised myself because I began crying. I couldn’t stop. I bawled my head off. I felt around for the bed and tried to lie down, but every time I got comfortable suddenly my guts would begin to rumble and I would have to feel my way to the toilet again. I finally stopped feeling sorry for myself and what was going to happen to me in the next few days by remembering Mistress Angela and that I was willing to do this all for her, that somehow by consenting to being tortured killed and served as dinner I was making a real difference in her life. That’s how much I loved her. Sitting there on that stainless steel bowl I thought of how good she had been to me, how much she had taught me especially about what true total submission was. That’s what this was all about an unselfish act of the ultimate submission. All the pain and degradation I was about to suffer at the hands of that old bitch was outweighed by the gift I had given to Mistress Angel…..

When you are kept in total darkness for periods of time you have no idea how fast or how slow time is going by. Sometimes hours pass like minutes, while at other times a second feels like an hour. I hadn’t disburdened myself of anything for a long time so I decided it was time to try and get some sleep. I made my way to the bed and closed my eyes and began to drift off.

No sooner had I done so then the light came on and the bolt in the door slid back. When the door opened I saw a woman about 30 years old, dressed in hospital scrubs wearing a head covering and a long plastic apron, “Time to get up to have some fun.” I looked into her eyes and they were cold and uncaring. I was so tired that I was moving slow. “I said move it bitch, NOW!” I staggered towards her.

She grabbed me hard by the arm and pulled me into the center of the room. There were cables hanging down from the ceiling and rings in the floor. There was a neat pile of wrist and ankle restraints next to one of the rings. She stood me between the floor rings and bent down and began to put the ankle restraints on. After that she attached them to my wrists. She bent down again and told me to spread my legs wide and then she clipped each ankle to one of the rings. My legs were spread so far apart I felt I would slide down into a slit. Then she attached the cable clips to my wrists. When both of those were secure she went to the wall and pressed a button and the cables began to retract into the ceiling pulling my arms out and up until I couldn’t move at all except for my head. 

She went to a cabinet and came back with a pair of scissors and began cutting my hair. She cut huge clumps of it off, carefully depositing the hunks in a pail. I couldn’t tell how much she had cut off but my scalp could feel the cool movement of the air-conditioner.

Then she went behind me and I heard a cart moving towards me. I looked and saw it was stainless steel. Like everything else in the room. She moved the cart just to the side and in front of me. Whatever was on the cart was covered by a blue cloth just like in an operating room which I gathered was exactly what this was. A shiver went up and down my spine. I was naked, cold, tired, hungry and completely vulnerable. Suddenly a tremendous fright overcame me and I began to piss. I looked down and realized that my cunt was directly over one of the drains in the floor. The woman heard my urine gurgling down the drain and came up to stand in front of me. She reached out her hands and grabbed both my nipples and began twisting them. She looked me straight in the eyes. “If you’re frightened about what we are going to do to you should be.” She laughed.

Suddenly the first door I’d come through so many hours ago opened and in walked the old woman, dressed the same way as the other bitch. She was humming a tune as though she didn’t have a care in the world. Now, seeing her, I realized just how frightened I was and I tried to think about Mistress Angela and how much I knew this meant to her.

The old woman came and stood in front of me. She smiled and then uncovered the top of the cart. I could see all sorts of scalpels and clamps and a number of syringes filled with god knows what. The old woman picked one of them up and simply plunged it into my upraised arm. Then she took another and did the same in my other arm. Finally she took the last one and went behind me and stuck it in my ass cheek. “In case your curious, not that I care, what I’ve just done is give you first a drug to keep you from going into shock, the second was a blood coagulant so you won’t bleed to death so quickly. The third was a healthy dose of meth-amphetamine to heighten your senses, make you feel the pain more intense and keep you from passing out.” Then she told Sharon, the other woman, to bring the saline drip over and put it in my neck, “Don’t want you to get dehydrated,” she snickered. “You know with the drugs I’ve given you and the speed with which I can accomplish a skinning you may very well survive the whole process. For how long I can’t say. Just think happy thoughts.”

I immediately began to imagine Mistress Angela, naked and sprawled on her bed, beckoning me to come and pleasure her with my tongue. I closed my eyes thinking of all the wonderful times we had together and how happy I really am to be able to suffer for her this way. 

Suddenly my reverie is cut short by the feel of something traveling over my skin. I look down and the old woman is drawing a dotted line around my breasts, and then tracing out around my nipples. “I think we’ll get rid of these first. I mean as far as eating goes they are simply useless.” With that she asks Sharon to grad the tip of my nipple with a forceps and hold it out. The pain shoots through my chest, but it is nothing compared to the feel of the long scalpel slicing behind it until it is completely severed. Then they go for the other one and remove it. The old lady looks like she’s in heaven. I’m screaming Mistress Angela’s name out loud. It helps me through the pain as the two of them lice both my breasts off at the same time. I hear them flop-splat on the floe. Sharon gingerly picks them up and places tem in the pail.

Only the love I shared with Mistress Angela and that I was giving up my life for and submitting to this pain held me from going insane. Mistress Angela I said to myself, I hope this proves my love for you and my willingness to submit to anything for you.

Finally just as the old woman is about to pull off the skin around my breasts she laughingly says, “I’ll bet you didn’t know you were such a valuable piece of meat. I paid your wonderful Mistress Angela $100,000.00 to have you to use. And you thought you were doing this out of your love for her. Too bad, now you don’t even have that to think on. Well no matter, once I begin skinning you, you won’t be thinking about much else than the terrible pain you will be feeling.