Pandora

by Slave Nano

  Title Page

  PANDORA

  The dominatrix and her psychic and electronic companions

  Slave Nano

  Publisher Information

  Pandora

  published in 2011/2014 by House of Erotica

  an imprint of Andrews UK Limited

  www.houseoferoticabooks.com

  This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

  The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.

  Copyright © Slave Nano 2011/2014

  The rights of Slave Nano has been asserted in accordance with sections 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.

  Pandora

  Once again Pandora had experienced a disturbed and restless night. Once again she was woken by the sounds in her head, disembodied wails, sighs and groans calling out to her. She didn’t know what to make of them. Sometimes they sounded like cries of pain but there was another quality to them, like a yearning moan of ecstasy.

  Pandora went downstairs, swept back her long black hair into a bunch and switched on Nano Mk II, her voice activated electronic household management system. The screen jumped into life and a voice barked out at her from the loudspeaker. It was meant to sound human, but there was no disguising the android tone that distinguished it as an electronic device.

  “Good morning Pandora. It’s 8.30 am on 23rd September 2108. My readings show high levels of CO2 and smog today so if you go out I advise you to wear your oxygen mask. God, you look awful this morning! Did you have another rough night?”

  Pandora thought it would make life interesting to buy a household management system with its own developed personality. This was a decision she was beginning to regret. Unfortunately, she could not afford a model with a computer chip in it that would actually be nice to her so she had to put up with a stream of irreverent banter every morning.

  “Just make me a cup of coffee Nano. Make it strong and black.”

  “Yes, it looks as though that’s how you need it.”

  At the sound of her voice command Nano did its work and activated the coffee machine, which in a few minutes time would produce a steaming cup of strong freshly brewed coffee.

  Her mind drifted back to the sounds that she heard every night. She had started to regret buying this terraced house. All her friends thought she was mad. They all lived in the new single person living units in the tower blocks in New Leeds that rose up after the recovery following the nuclear war with China decades ago. Nearly all the older properties in Leeds were destroyed but this group of back to back houses miraculously survived.

  Most people preferred the new communal living units with all the latest technology for 22nd century living designed into them but Pandora found these too clinical. Perhaps her friends were right and she had made a big mistake. And yet, as soon as she had walked through the door, she had experienced a connection with this house. She felt that it called out to her in some way and lured her in. Typically for her, she acted on impulse and decided that this was the house for her. If only she could find the source of the mysterious sounds; did they come from the house itself or from inside her head?

  “I better remind you of your diary for today. You don’t look in any fit state to remember anything.”

  After collecting her coffee, Nano Mk II sprang into action again.

  “At twelve you are meeting your friend Linda for lunch at the cafe in the ‘Tree Museum’. At four that medium woman is coming here. And in the evening you are meeting your boyfriend at the bar. Personally, I don’t know what you see in him. I heard you making love the other night and even I could tell you were faking your orgasm.”

  Pandora was outraged.

  “What! You’re a household management system. I don’t expect you to spy on my lovemaking.”

  “You forgot to switch me off and I’m designed to respond to your voice. What’s a computer chip meant to do?”

  Pandora wouldn’t mind half as much if Nano Mk II wasn’t right. Her mind drifted back to that night. Even now she could feel his urgent grasp as he took hold of her face and forced her lips around his hard cock. She could hear his command to suck it and take it deeper into her mouth. She could feel him roughly entering her, his pounding thrusts inside her and then his seed emptying into her as he collapsed onto her, spent and silent. She pulled him tightly against her but felt disengaged and yearned for something more. It was then that the voices in her head started again, calling out to her, taunting her.

  “Cheer up, I’ll switch the water supply on and run a bath for you.”

  Nano Mk II did have some uses

  ***

  The doorbell rang. This was another thing that Pandora had doubts about. She had invited a medium to come to the house. A friend had suggested a psychic could make contact with the spirits that used to live in the house and this might help identify the source of the sounds that disturbed her.

  The woman entered. She was younger than Pandora expected, with long unkempt blonde hair and an other-worldly air. She introduced herself as Vicky. She asked Pandora if knew anything about the history of the house but she could offer very little.

  “It’s called no.4 Mao Lane, but it was almost certainly named something else before the Chinese occupation, beyond that I can’t really help you.”

  “Number four; that’s a significant number. It symbolises the four elements of air, earth, water and fire. It’s the number of Lucifer, the fallen, the banished fourth who came after the Trinity. It also represents the four horsemen of the apocalypse; death, war, plague and famine.”

  Yes, mused Pandora, and it’s also the number of the mono rail from Leeds to Pudsey, but she restrained herself from interrupting Vicky.

  “Tell me how you feel about the house and the noises you hear,” asked Vicky.

  “I only know that when I came to view the house I had an overwhelming feeling that I belonged to it. Since moving in I hear these noises that disturb me, a mixture of sighs, groans and deep breathing and sometimes squeals of pain, or delight, I’m not really sure which, it’s hard to say. I’ve no idea what they are, if they’re the spirits of people who lived in the house or if I’m just going crazy.”

  Vicky listened to her attentively.

  “I don’t think you’re going mad. There’s a very strong presence in this house. I felt it even when stood on the door step. I sensed powerful emotions; feelings of longing, anticipation, excitement, even fear, from people who have stood on those steps in another time. I sense men, mainly men, waiting on the step, waiting for sound of movement on the other side of the door, waiting for the turn of a key, until a door is opened and they are admitted. Admitted into what, I’ve not quite sensed yet. I get a very powerful feeling from below. Is there a basement?”

  Pandora led her downstairs to the basement. This was where Pandora chilled out. The wall at one end was taken over by a huge plasma screen that was her multi media centre. The space was engulfed with the smells that emanated from one of Pandora’s luxuries, the latest sensory control panel, which allowed the room to be infused with scents designed to reflect or alter her mood.

  “I feel a powerful presence in this room. I can begin to understand why this house seemed to speak so clearly to you. I’m starting to form a picture of how this area might have looked and how it’s been used in the past. I feel t
he cold dark of a dungeon. There was an iron gate and behind it a cage suspended from the ceiling. There were chains and dark corners from which there was no escape. I see a rack, a throne and all manner of implements of punishment and torture. But, above all there is the overwhelming presence of a strong and powerful woman.”

  “Great. So, I get the picture, my house used to be lived in by a tart with a whip. That’s all I need.”

  Pandora was getting sucked into the pictures forming in her head of how the room might have looked but she still couldn’t resist breaking the spell Vicky was trying to weave.

  “No, Pandora, listen to me, don’t be sceptical. I think you need to understand the spirits in this house to bring the sounds in your head under control. The messages I’m receiving are very strong. This is no common prostitute; this is a powerful dominatrix, a woman of supreme feminine authority who can command complete devotion from her male slaves.

  “I sense that for many years this was her place of refuge where she received her sub-missives. She was a figure of great beauty, wisdom and spirituality. She demanded and received absolute devotion from her slaves. Pandora, you certainly have some of that spirit inside you. That’s what the house is trying to tell you. Your connection with this place of worship of female supremacy and the voices you hear are evidence of this.”

  “Oh yeah right, like I’m some goddess; that’s a heavy thing to lay on me!” Pandora exclaimed.

  She was being flippant but Vicky’s speech had certainly gripped her attention. Was there any truth in what she was saying? Or was she in the hands of a skilled charlatan?

  “Pandora, if you don’t believe me then hear the voices from the past, from the spirit world. I sense them wanting to speak directly to you. Trust me, I am a genuine medium. My skill is in helping people try to find their true selves. I hear a voice in my head wanting to make contact with you, will you listen to it?”

  Pandora was well and truly spooked now. But there was something about the urgency and sincerity of Vicky’s words that persuaded her. She followed her instincts again.

  “Yes, I’ll listen.”

  The medium grasped her hand tightly, her eyes lost in concentration and her breathing heavy. When she next spoke it was as if the voice was coming from another place, calling from the house back through the mists of time.

  ***

  “My name is Slave Nano.”

  A chill ran down Pandora’s spine. Was it just a coincidence that her household management system was called Nano or was this some weird psychic connection?

  “I was privileged to be able to serve and worship the goddess in this house. Her name is Goddess Nemesis. It was in this place that she introduced me to the true path of devotion to the sacred feminine, where she led me, punished me and taught me the delights of servitude to her.

  “Goddess Nemesis is a figure of great power and beauty, whose imposing presence commands absolute devotion. Her beauty is stunning and it alone would be enough to invite adoration. Her eyes will pierce into a slave’s very soul and expose all weaknesses. But, her physical presence does not permit arousal in any of her slaves; they must remain controlled and submit themselves for her pleasure and amusement. I have been privileged enough to have experienced the ecstasy of being allowed into her presence.

  “These pitiful disembodied wails you hear are from those who have been denied her presence, who are calling out in hope that one day she might invite them back into her domain. They are not allowed into Goddess Nemesis’s presence neither in the physical world nor the spirit world because they have offended her, not served her adequately or quite simply because they are not suitable applicants for service. They are desperate and will drift in this purgatory always holding onto the hope, however slight, that one day they might be let back in.

  “The goddess has touched me with this knowledge. She has put me away in darkness so I can comprehend how these poor souls feel, so I can understand that I must serve her absolutely or be rejected into this place of limbo. In this the Goddess has shown great wisdom, because she knows that being shown this dark and lonely place with the haunting cries of rejected slaves will only spur her slaves on to greater devotion. Who would want to be left in this place and never be welcomed back into Goddess Nemesis’s presence?

  “The other sounds you hear are those of slaves who have been tested for their loyalty and endurance. You will hear the moans of anticipation and fear as goddess puts her slaves into restrictive bondage. Perhaps they are held immovable by ropes skilfully applied creating a tight web of bondage around their naked bodies. Goddess may choose to put them away in a leather body bag or isolation box with zips and doors so she can expose the parts of their bodies she desires to torment. Or, perhaps, she will encase her slaves tightly in cling film to create a mummified body that becomes her plaything. In all of these ways Goddess Nemesis will render them restrained and vulnerable, unable to escape her ministrations as she takes control and applies her wicked imagination to their torture.

  “You can hear the gasps of pain as nipple clamps are applied and metal clasps tighten around sensitive nerves. The slaves’ bodies adjust to the pain and they start to believe they might endure the torment only for goddess to squeeze and tighten the clamps until they squeal out in agony. They might think their ordeal is over until goddess pulls the clamps off their sore and aching nipples and the rush of blood to their tips sends another wave of pain rippling through their bodies.

  “You can hear whimpers as candles are held over the bodies of slaves, the flames flickering over them, illuminating the gloom of the dungeon. They feel the heat of the candle, they know what will follow and you can sense the fear of their anticipation. You can hear their gasps as the burning wax drips slowly and sensuously onto the end of their cocks. Their bodies jerk with the initial shock of impact and then relax a little as the luxuriant heat penetrates their skin until the candle is brought even closer and the next stream of burning wax drips onto their throbbing members.

  “They see her before them, a portrait of pure domination as she stands over them, dressed in figure hugging pvc, a strap-on attached to her waist, their arse exposed to her. They wince in fearful expectation as they know where goddess is going to put this. You can hear the groans of slaves as the hard rubber is forced into them and penetrates deeply into their back passages. You can hear goddess laugh as she humiliates them and uses them for her own perverse pleasure.

  “You will hear the guzzling of greedy slaves anxious to take every drop of her golden wine, whether administered in a spirit of humiliation by being emptied over a slave’s head in her toilet or as a reward served in a silver goblet; a liquid nectar more precious and luxurious than the most expensive champagne. You will hear the sound of slaves sucking up the dregs of food crushed by her feet or spat out onto the dungeon floor as the goddess provides sustenance to her slaves for their journey into submission.

  “This is only a selection of the torments, sensations and emotions that the goddess will put her slaves through. I have experienced all of these, and more, as every minute in the service of Goddess Nemesis provides a slave with new challenges.

  “No, do not think that to be admitted into Goddess Nemesis’s presence is an easy path, it is certainly not. It involves trials and ordeals through which a slave is constantly being made to prove his worthiness to be able to serve her. It is in this house that I have suffered and endured for the right to serve her. Here a slave’s levels of endurance were constantly being tested, levels of pain and humiliation being stretched and loyalty and sincerity always being examined.

  “If a slave should ever displease or fail the goddess then the retribution was severe and just. I know, because on my journey into servitude I have experience of these trials. I have been found wanting and had to experience the retribution of Goddess Nemesis. I have also experienced the euphoria of having endured and served the goddess well and
that is worth every moment of agony or isolation. Goddess Nemesis has taken me on a journey of discovery about my true self. It is through her skill, her creativity and her forbearance at my faults that I have come to the realisation of my place in her world. It is through service to her that I have come to understand the power of the creed of the sacred feminine. Perhaps my story will help you to understand your true place. Perhaps the memories contained in this house can teach you something about yourself.”

  Pandora was transfixed now. All her doubt had melted away as she listened attentively, eager to hear more about Goddess Nemesis and her house.

  “What more can I tell you of the path I have trodden in servitude to the goddess. There is pain, suffering and humiliation. There is also exhilaration, joy and euphoria. Much of the time it can be hard to separate the two.

  “Pandora, I have told you my tale and part of the story of this house. Imagine you have the power to completely control a man; you can make him do whatever you desire for your pleasure and amusement, you can use his body in any way that you wish and you can manipulate his mind and, through doing all these things, you can bring the most extreme and exquisite pleasure to yourself. Because, make no mistake Pandora, this is the power that is in you. I have been commanded by Goddess Nemesis, who still lives in the spirit world, with this task of contacting you to make you aware that her mantle can pass on to you in this physical world. I urge you to reflect on this message.

  “I am sure you will agree Goddess Nemesis has named herself well. Goddess Pandora is an apt name, don’t you think? Whoever comes to serve you will approach you mindful of the box of myth and legend, but will they open a box of delights or a box of cruelty? The power is within in you to decide. You can be a box of surprises, of the unknown, that a poor unwitting slave unleashes upon himself when the catch is released.”

  Silence descended upon the room. Vicky, the medium, started to recover after the spirit of Slave Nano had departed. Eventually, Pandora broke the silence.