by Loris James
I turned her over and kissed her neck and massaged breasts roughly and then slipped my hand between her thighs.
“Open your legs, for me, mistress,” I commanded.
She obeyed without a word and parted her thighs and I fucked her again.
Chapter Thirty-One
We stopped in a town along the way. Saskia had not spoken to me for hours. She was angry and dishevelled and there was dried grass in her hair and on her clothes.
She parked the car and flicked a switch and the soft top came up electronically and sealed shut.
She turned in her seat and looked at me. “If you ever fuck me like that again I’ll kill you! Do you understand?” She slapped me viciously across the cheek, jolting my head back. “I am your mistress!” she snarled, nostrils flared and green eyes blazing. “Don’t ever expect your mistress you again!” She spat the words out with such force that flecks of spit shot out of her mouth.
“Your function is to serve, obey and worship me! You only exist only for me! You will never put your cock in me again as long as I live!”
She ripped open the glove compartment and withdrew what looked like a thick stubby rubber bullet about three inches long, with a separate small electronic control.
“Insert this in your anus, slave!” she spat.
“Now?”
“Of course now! From now on you’ll wear it at all times - unless I order otherwise. I will keep the remote control with me and will switch it on when it pleases me. Just as a reminder that you are now my property and subservient to me! Go on, put it in!”
I looked around. We were parked in a busy street. People were milling about on the pavement outside, going about their business.
She looked at me and laughed. “What’s the matter? Are you nervous someone will see you pull your pants down? They might just enjoy seeing your cock.”
I unbuckled my belt and pulled my jeans and underpants down below my knees. I turned my back to the car window, shielding myself from onlookers as best I could. I lifted my buttocks and pushed the rubber butt plug deep into my rectum. As I pushed it in my cock started getting hard.
She scowled at my erection. “Is there ever a time when you don’t have a hard on? For god’s sake, try to control yourself! And take off your underpants. From now on you will no longer wear them. I want to be able to open your zip and look at your cock any time I want to. Even in public. I might even leave your zip open permanently and leave your cock hanging out all the time when I’m at home with my friends.” She laughed coldly. “Go on. Underpants off and jeans back on.”
I did as I was told. I shed my underpants and pulled my jeans back on, irritated that my huge erection was still there and refused to subside.
Saskia glared at my penis. “I bet you’d love a blow job.”
I nodded. “Yes, mistress,” I said hopefully.
She glared at me. “No chance! From now on you will only have orgasms at my bidding. Don’t worry, I’ve already got something lined up to tame that cock of yours. That’s a surprise for later.”
I zipped up my fly, and buckled my belt.
“Let’s see if this works,” she said, flicking the switch on her remote control. My anus came instantly alive as the butt plug shot vibrating pulses into my rectum. My erection swelled up instantly.
Saskia smiled with cold satisfaction. “I’m glad to see that works. Now, let’s go shopping. By the way, now that you are my slave, you will no longer walk next to me. As my servant, you will walk respectfully a few paces behind me. You will open and close doors for me. You will pull out chairs for me and you will carry all my parcels like a dutiful, devoted servant. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“If you deviate from any of my instructions you will be severely whipped later on, is that clear?”
I nodded.
“Good. Let’s go!”
She did her shopping and I follow at a respectful distance as ordered. She soon ladened me down with parcels and I carried them like a subservient pack mule. Then she decided it was time for a late lunch and she chose a rather upmarket, expensive restaurant. Once seated, we placed our order and just before the food arrived she switched on my butt plug at full power. Without warning my anal cavity vibrated once again and my penis immediately responded. My face burnt with embarrassment. We were in a public place and the restaurant was crowded with lunchtime traffic.
She smiled at me wickedly from across the table.
When the food came she shook her head at the waiter. “My friend is no longer hungry. You can take his away.”
“Should I charge it to Madame’s bill?” the waiter inquired.
She nodded irritably. “Yes, charge it to me and throw it away.”
When the waiter had gone, she said, “Are you hungry, slave?”
“Yes, mistress.”
She smiled. “Too bad. It’s no longer possible for you, my slave, to eat in your mistress’s company. When we are alone at home you will always wait until I have finished eating. You will stand next to me and serve me. Only when I have finished eating and have dismissed you may you go to the kitchen and eat.”
She ate slowly and with relish while I watched. My stomach growled but I tried to ignore it. I had suffered far worse deprivations as a child at the hands of my stepmother. If Saskia wanted to play this game I would show her I could play it just as well as she and definitely outlast her.
When she had finished eating she pushed away her plate and smiled at me. “It’s time for dessert.”
She moved her chair closer to me and put her hand under the table and unzipped my jeans. At the same time she switched on the vibrating butt plug again. Once my jeans were open my cock sprang out and stood tall and erect under the table.
She laughed softly. “I thought you might like dessert, seeing you haven’t eaten.” She started to massage my cock firmly and deliberately under the table. Her expert ministrations and the vibrating butt plug up my ass soon began to drive me crazy. The restaurant was packed and I tried to keep a passive face. I squirmed in my chair uncomfortably, heart pounding, feeling that all eyes in the room were on me. My erection began to wither but she brought it back with her expert fingers. Finally I could no longer fight the sweet agony and I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth and grabbed the edge of the table with both hands as my body surged along a tide of unbridled pleasure. I bit down hard on my lip to prevent myself from groaning audibly. The orgasm washed through me like a forceful wave and finally I was spent and I opened my eyes, breathing hard and fast and saw our waiter staring at me.
Saskia laughed at my discomfort. “Even the waiter enjoyed your orgasm.” She gave my exposed but limp penis a squeeze under the table.
Saskia fluttered her eyelids flirtatiously at the waiter. She smiled. “You must excuse my friend. He’s has an insatiable sexual appetite. He’s addicted to sex. He has to have it at least six times a day. If I don’t jerk him off in public he gets very grumpy. You may bring the bill, we’re ready to leave.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
When we got back to the car I put Saskia’s parcels in the trunk and she plucked my black canvas sports bag with my clothes out of the trunk and flung it onto the pavement. I was taken aback.
“You won’t be needing your clothes anymore, slave,” she said sternly. “From now on you’re going to be dressed in an entirely different manner. No more jeans and T-shirts for you. In fact, you will probably be naked most of the time.”
A chill ran through me as we drove off and I glimpsed my black bag sitting forlornly on the pavement. It seemed kind of symbolic. As though my past had been tossed firmly out the window and was being left behind.
I was brought sharply back to reality by the urgent vibrating of the butt plug up my ass. I looked at Saskia. She grinned fiendishly back at me.
“Every time I catch you daydreaming or losing focus, I will switch on your anal plug. It’s a pity that it doesn’t have some sort of electrical charge attached to i
t. That would certainly wake you up.”
I looked at her, startled, my thoughts immediately went back to the hours of excruciating electric shock torture suffered at the hands of Aunt Sophia.
Chapter Thirty-Three
It’s nightfall. We pull up in front of the brilliantly illuminated entrance of a smart city hotel. Saskia takes a room on the second floor with a double bed and an en suite bath room. She pays for the room and looks at me. “Bring my luggage up, slave” she commands.
I am tired and hungry and irritable. I don’t know what I need more – food or rest. I fetch her luggage and drag her bags upstairs. The room is large and luxurious, with a large bed, a comfortable sofa, and a rather feminine looking dressing table. Saskia has made herself comfortable and has showered and changed into a lacy white satin negligee. She is sitting at the dressing table, brushing her hair in the mirror. In this light, she looks more beautiful than ever, her skin flawless, her red hair framing her face like dancing flames.
Her face turns towards me and her eyes survey me critically. “Come closer, slave.”
I obey.
“Closer still.” She suddenly stands up and puts her arms around me, her breasts pushed up against my chest like soft, tantalizing cushions.
“My beloved slave,” she whispers into my neck. She begins to caress and kiss me. Finally she draws away and sits down on the sofa.
“Come, sit beside me.” She pats the seat next to her.
“Don’t look so solemn. You are not yet truly my slave - you haven’t signed the slave’s contract yet. You are still a free man. You can still leave. You’re playing your part magnificently though. I’m very pleased with you – apart from your sexual deviation on the road earlier.” She scowled, then her face cleared. “Do you think me monstrous for depriving you of your clothes and food and freedom? Bringing you to orgasm in a public place?”
“No, mistress. I enjoy depravation and humiliation as well as pain. It only arouses me more. Everything you do – no matter how cruel or depraved - intoxicates my senses. I am absolutely in your power.”
“What about this afternoon when you fucked me for your own pleasure?”
“It won’t happen again, mistress.”
“It better not. Slaves are beheaded for raping their mistresses.” She paused and looked at me closely. “Do you still love me even when I am cruel to you?”
“Yes, mistress.”
She pushes me away suddenly and slaps me violently across the face, jolting my head back. “Do you still love me now?” she shouts, lips parted and eyes blazing.
“Yes, mistress.”
She slaps me across the face again, harder than before. And then again. And again – harder each time. I reel from the blows but take them without retaliating or stopping her.
“And now?” she demands. “Do you still love me?”
“Yes, my mistress! I love you with all my heart!”
“Is this what you wanted? Is this how you imagined it would be as my slave?”
It’s as if a wild beast, a she-bear, is standing before me, staring at me with wild green eyes blazing. It seems as if I am about to feel her claws dig deeply into my flesh.
She pushes me away viciously. “Go! Get out!”
“Go?” I say, confused. “You want me to leave?”
“You can sleep in the car – or on the street for all I care! Just make sure you’re back here at 7am sharp to serve me. But first, hand it over.”
“Hand what over, mistress?”
“Your wallet with your money and your bank cards. Now that you are my slave you will no longer be allowed to have your own money.”
I submissively hand over my wallet. I am now utterly vulnerable. It is a sinking, horrible feeling.
“Now go, I want to order dinner from Room Service – I’m famished!”
I leave the room and go down to the parkade in the basement of the hotel. Hungry and tired, I throw myself into the passenger seat of the car and close my eyes.
So far things have not gone well. Perhaps tomorrow will be a better day.
Chapter Thirty-Four
During the night I was startled awake by my own scream. I had been dreaming of a dark, forbidding forest in which I had lost my way. I had been searching in vain for a way out when suddenly Saskia had appeared, her white face incandescent and pale in the gloom. She floated toward me, enclosed me in her arms, and began to kiss me. And the next moment I felt a terrible pain and saw blood gushing bright red from a deep wound that she had gouged in my side with her claws.
“What are you doing?” I asked horror-stricken.
In my dream she laughed and, as I looked at her, she was no longer Saskia but a huge, dark she-bear with sable fur, clawing into my body, ripping ferociously into my flesh and devouring me one piece at a time.
I cried out in horror and awoke with her diabolical laughter still ringing in my ears. I looked around, confused, not knowing where I was for a moment. As I came to my senses I felt lonelier than I had in a very long time. Perhaps the feeling was brought on by the silent concrete hotel basement in the dead of night – it felt like the loneliest place on God’s earth.
At 7am I stood outside Saskia’s door, hungry, hollow-eyed and weary from lack of sleep. At that same moment Room Service arrived with her breakfast that she must have ordered the night before. I took it in, and served it to my mistress in bed. She looked fresh and well rested.
She smiled at me and patted the bed beside her. “Come, sit beside me and have breakfast with me. You must be starving.”
I noticed with gratitude that she had actually ordered two full breakfasts. I found it absurdly touching that she had thought of me at all. I devoured bacon, eggs, toast and sausages like a ravenous wolf, and even polished off Saskia’s leftovers. I wasn’t sure whether this would be my last meal of the day.
“Julian,” she said suddenly, “the seriousness with which you are playing your role is utterly charming and endearing. At this moment you look so sad and tired that I have an overwhelming desire to pull you into my bed and shower you with kisses.”
“But, mistress—” I interrupted.
She placed a finger on my lips to hush me and threw her arms around me and drew me down into the bed on top of her, covering my mouth and face with kisses. I nestled my head gratefully against her breast as she held me close.
“Oh Julian, you are very dangerous and seductive as a slave. You are positively irresistible and I ‘m afraid I shall have to fall in love with you all over again.”
Again? “Have you stopped loving me?” I was seized by a sudden fear.
Her green eyes looked deeply into mine. She shook her head and kissed me on the mouth tenderly, with a deep air of melancholy.
Does love without torment exist in this world, I wonder.
“Where are we going?” I venture to ask since she is obviously in a good mood.
“In such a strange and unique relationship such as ours we are going to need our privacy. I have rented a farmhouse in the country for a year— I think you will like it. If we leave now we should be there in the late afternoon.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
“It is always by way of pain that one arrives at pleasure.” ― Marquis de Sade
It turns out that Saskia has rented a delightful, rambling double-storey stone farmhouse surrounded by meadows, a small vineyard, a river, and a vast blue-gum forest to one side. It is situated in the valley of a working farm. The house is close to the bank of the river, and there is a small lake nearby, stocked with trout.
The house itself is old and built with stone hewn from an old quarry on the hillside. The ceilings are of wood with thick exposed wooden beams. The house has a private courtyard with high stone walls, with an archway that leads off into an attractive garden with flowering shrubs and symmetrical stone pathways.
Saskia occupies the whole of the second storey which consists of a small private sitting room with a large adjoining bedroom with its own en suite bathroom.
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I have been assigned a small room on the ground floor next to the kitchen. It has a tiny stone fireplace in the corner and a small window that looks out onto the courtyard. The room is sparsely furnished with a narrow bed, a small table and a hardback chair. It looks rather like the bare cell of a monk in a monastery.
There seems to be no staff about but Saskia says that she has organized some hired help and that they would be arriving presently. A part-time gardener is to tend the gardens once a week, and the actual farmlands and small vineyard has been let separately to a neighbouring farmer whose staff works the fields regularly.
So here we are, happily ensconced in our own private little world in the country, in the middle of nowhere. The nearest civilisation is a small country town some miles away.
We can now play out our fantasies without interference from anyone. The prospect excites me immensely.
It is evening and a bell rings in the kitchen next to my room, summoning me to my mistress. The farmhouse is equipped with an old-fashioned mechanical bell-pull system. There are bell cords upstairs in Saskia’s sitting room and bedroom, and when she pulls them a small physical brass bell rings in the kitchen – the ideal setup for summoning a slave, I think wryly to myself.
I will grow to hate the sound of that bell in the weeks to come as she rings it constantly – day and night – to summon her slave to her side.
I ascend the wide stone stairs to the landing on the first floor that leads into her private sitting room. Her bedroom leads off the sitting room and the door is closed. I knock tentatively and wait. There is no reply and I stand for some time in front of the door, undecided.
Finally I knock again.
Saskia impatiently opens the door and stands there glaring at me.
“Why so late?” she demands. “I rang ages ago!”
“I knocked but you didn’t hear me, mistress.”
She beckons me inside her bedroom impatiently and closes the door behind me. She returns to a red damask chaise longue where she had been sitting. Surprisingly, the entire decor of the room is in red – not the sort of thing you would expect from a country farmhouse. At second glance I realize that although the furnishings seem worn, the red wallpaper, deep crimson velvet curtains and plush red carpeting are all new. Saskia must have had the upstairs rooms decorated and furnished to her specifications before we arrived. It has the look and feel of a lavish 18 century French bordello.
