Eternal Enslavement

 

I was led outside by a chain on my collar, my eyes were blindfolded, as always when I am led outside and then connected to a merry-go-round that forced me to do my laps.

This routine happened relatively often and at irregular intervals.

The blindfold was removed and the carousel drew on and I had to follow a quick step to avoid being knocked over.

As the mistress always said, it only serves to ensure that I stay fit as a slave, get enough sun and fresh air so as not to be too pale and of course to strengthen my condition. When I see my flogged red skin I don't know why I need extra color.

The merry-go-round turned slowly at first, then got faster and faster and then slowly again to the step, then the progressive run began again.

Since I didn't have a watch, of course, I can only estimate how long this workout will take, but I think it takes around 3 - 4 hours.

In the meantime I manage this training without too much exhaustion, so what the mistress said is true, I got fitter and fitter.

Usually I am then untied and tied with my necklace and tied hands and legs to a large pole to rest in the fresh air.

It was cold again, so it had to be winter, already my 2nd winter.

I sat there tied up, resting and my thoughts wandered off ..................................... .............

My flight landed on schedule, coming from Germany in Philadelphia I picked up my luggage and the shuttle bus took me to Hertz, where I picked up a rental car.

Since I was expecting business partners and had to make a few visits to the wider area with them, I had reserved a MPV.

I loaded my suitcase and briefcase, put the jacket on the back seat, adjusted the seat and mirrors, and drove off slowly.

As always, it was late afternoon, I had flown out of Fankfurt around noon on Monday and with the time difference I arrived at 5:00 p.m. Eastern time on the same day.

The car started quietly and I left the rental car company's premises and the airfield and threaded myself into the dense rush hour traffic on the interstate heading east. There was still about 25 miles of drive ahead of me across the river to New Jersey, where I have reserved a hotel.

I was a bit exhausted but not tired and enjoyed the smooth ride on the wide interstate.

After an uneventful drive I arrived at the hotel, it was, as always, a nice first class hotel (my secretary knew exactly that I set a certain standard in the hotels) and the room was okay and I had a great view of the river.

Tomorrow on Tuesday I still had free time, only had to go to the Philadelphia airport again towards evening to pick up my business partners who came from Germany and France.

But it was still a long time before then.

I plugged in the laptop and checked my mail, and I got really excited when I saw an address I knew.

I quickly opened the mail, I was afraid that it was a rejection .................

I read the mail and it only said in English that I had to be at the given address in New York tomorrow at exactly 8:30 am and that the desired long-term education was okay by 2:00 pm.

I had already looked for SM studios in New York and New Jersey via various search engines in Germany, started e-mail inquiries and had chosen a beautiful dominatrix (SM should also offer something for the eye). We then clarified my visit via email and various phone calls and also discussed all other modalities and agreed.

Unfortunately, I had to postpone my trip by 24 hours for business reasons 3 days before the planned departure, which I immediately informed the mistress by phone and she promised to see if we could keep the appointment on that Tuesday.

I was looking forward to it and actually couldn't wait until it was tomorrow and I was allowed to visit the mistress in the studio.

I had discussed with her that I love long-term parenting, if I was only tied up for a long period of time, that I am very much into nipple treatments, boots and leather.

I also explained my taboos to her and also explained to her that I am open to almost all types of SM and do not want any stuck programs or rituals, but that you as a dominatrix should do what she wants and what she has fun for.

I already imagined what would happen and after I satisfied myself several times, I finally fell asleep.

 

The drive from my hotel to the studio normally takes a maximum of 1 hour, but I left so early that I was at the address in question at 7:30.

I waited impatiently, the hands of the clock seemed to have grown in place, the seconds lasted for hours.

I think I checked the watch at least 100 times during this one hour wait.

Finally the time had come, exactly 3 minutes before the agreed time I got out and walked the short way to the studio door, took another deep breath and rang the doorbell.

It took some time (like hours for me) and I heard the faint rattle of heels on the stone floor - a wonderful sound. The statakko of the heels got louder and the door opened.

I saw a beautiful dark-skinned woman dressed in leather, with - my heart was beating higher - knee-length leather boots.

She invited me in and showed me the way to a small room with an armchair and a wooden stool.

It would not have needed your request, I automatically sat down on the stool.

I introduced myself and told her that I had made an appointment with Mistress Kyle.

She knew and told me that Mistress Kyle would come a little later, but that I would be tied up by her and prepared for Mistress Kyle.

We made the finances clear and since I had already taken a long shower in the hotel in the morning, I undressed and locked my things - jacket with wallet and passport, pants, tie, etc. in the closet provided.

The key to the closet was attached to a leather strap that I hung around my neck.

On my knees I awaited the arrival of the mistress - Mistress Patricia.

She came in and wordlessly I fell down and kissed the mistress's boots with all the fervor I was able to do.

She let it happen for a short time and then a sharp order told me to stop and kneel upright.

She took the ribbon with the key from my neck.

"That only bothers now, I'll keep it for you" was her comment.

She pulled out a leather mask, put it over my head and tied it tightly. The mask was so tight that I could no longer move my lower jaw - what an effective gag I thought when I wanted to say something and it didn't work.

A collar was added which constricted my air even more than the mask already did.

She pulled me on my knees behind her into another room, there I had to lie back on an upholstered bench and Mistress Patricia wordlessly began to tie me with long leather straps that were attached to the side of the bench.

I thought that was not so bad because the straps would surely stretch, but Mistress Patricia was a real professional and the special closure of the straps made it possible to tighten the straps so that they lock exactly in the position they were tightened and not like belt buckles loosened against something.

First you tightened all the straps normally and I was still lying on the bench with some freedom of movement and was already thinking that - if the time was long for me - I would not be able to take a nap.

She then began to tighten each strap individually. If she noticed that I was holding my breath or tensing my muscles, she just waited a while and as soon as I let up a bit, she relentlessly pulled the strap tight.

In the end, I was locked in completely motionless, my head was also tied down, as was every single one of my fingers.

I could only move my eyes.

Mistress Ptricia looked at your work without a word and began to play something with my nipples, first softly and gently, but then it became more and more violent and your pointed, black-colored nails struck like predatory claws in my warts, which were now getting stiffer.

I wanted to moan and scream in pain, but the perfidious mask gag made it impossible and only a small hum came out.

"I see that my slave kitten likes it, it purrs with joy" the mistress interpreted my screams of pain.

"I can go on like this for a while," she said and a cruel smile flew over her beautiful face.

.... and she continued to do something a little tighter, a little longer.

I tried to break out - but the handcuffs held me relentlessly, I screamed, but the mask did not allow screams.

Tears of pain ran from my eyes.

Only now did she stop caressing my warts, but only to calm them down to the point where she could still attach braces.

Now she leaned over me to my ear and said to me: “You will stay that way until Mistress Kyle comes and continues to torment you.

................... But maybe I'll come again in between and we'll do that with your warts again until you cry "

I tried to shake my head in panic and fear but it didn't work.

“I can already see from your widened eyes that you are already looking forward to it,” she cooed, “and so that you don't get bored, I will connect a small electrical stimulation device to the clamps, which will send electric pulses through the clamps completely randomly. "

I wanted to scream, NO; Electricity was one of my taboos. "I can see you are happy, then I don't want to keep you waiting any longer, my slave" said and switched on the device.

I was tense with fear of the first electric shock, but nothing happened, it took some time and still nothing happened and I began to relax, maybe she had insight after all and only played for mine with the threat of breaking my taboo Fear to enlarge.

An electric shock flashed through my nipples and if I hadn't been handcuffed, I would probably have jumped horizontally on the studio ceiling - the electric shock wasn't too tight, nor was it very painful - it was the surprise.

I saw the smiling face of Mistress Patricia above me.

"I will now take off my panties and wet them with my NS and put them over your eyes and nose so that you can breathe the scent of me" said and did it.

"The next time the slip comes off, it's time for your nipples again," she threatened me.

I could only see vaguely, heard muffled under the mask as your heels moved away.

Then the lights went out and I was alone in complete darkness, alone with the power surges that I didn't know when they came.

I tried to find a rhythm by counting but it was pointless, the random number generator did a great job, I couldn't calm down.

With increasing duration, this strict bondage became more and more painful and it was of no use to me that the bench I was lying on was nicely padded, because a film of water formed under my bare back and it began to itch.

To make matters worse, there was also the relentless power generator.

My God I would have been happy if I could at least move a little.

Time crawled by, only interrupted by the merciless electrical surges through my warts and I began to curse myself for being so cocky on the phone about my ability to suffer.

The mistress's wet panties over my eyes did its job, because the mistress’s NS ran into my eyes without giving me the slightest chance to wipe it away.

I felt dully that someone was entering the room, my hearing was severely muffled through the tight mask and felt the presence more than I heard it.

A latex sheet was placed over my head from above and I was completely blind.

I felt someone take my clamps off, which I acknowledged with a painful groan.

I also felt my couch move, like a hospital bed.

Then everything was quiet around me again.

After a while I felt the presence of a person in the room again and the latex cloth and panties of Mistress Patricia were pulled away from my eyes.

I was happy inside, that will now be Mistress Kyle ...........................

At first I only saw that I was in a bright, large room. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a fireplace.

Slowly a face pushed into my field of vision, I hoped it would be Mistress Kyle whom I only knew from the pictures so far, but I was shocked it was Mistress Patrica again and she had an extremely dangerous smile on her beautiful face.

She turned my bench a little and I could now see the fire and the fireplace bench.

Mistress Patricia walked slowly to the bank and I saw how she picked up a bundle and immediately recognized that it was my clothes. For the first time I was seriously worried.

Only, I was bound and gagged and therefore completely defenseless.

I saw how Mistress Patricia took my jacket, leisurely searched all pockets, took out my passport and wallet and put everything on the bench next to the fire.

You did the same with the pockets of my pants.

Now she took off my underwear, looked over at me and threw underpants and socks into the fire with one quick movement.

I panic and wanted to protest, but no sound came out from under the mask.

I writhed with all my might and thought I could feel that one or the other strap was loosening, but Mistress Patricia came over to me and checked all the straps and only pulled them tighter together.

She went away and when I saw you again you had a thin riding crop in your hand.

Without saying a word, she began to whip my front side, not so hard that the skin burst, but hard enough that my whole skin was covered with red welts.

The blows hurt a lot but were still in the "just bearable" area

When she was done with it, she came close to my ear:

"That was just a foretaste, if you perform again as just now, then I'll whip you until the blood comes"

I shivered at the icy cold in your voice.

She calmly went back to the bank and threw all my clothes into the fire in front of my horrified eyes.

I cried with fear, what else will happen to me here? She had already ignored my first taboo on electricity and now that with my clothes.

That's not how I imagined visiting this studio, I'll see what I can do once I'm out of here.

She came up to me again and I closed my eyes in fear, so that she could not see my tears of anger. She only struck once hard with the crop and shouted at me, “Open your eyes and don't you dare to close them again without my permission. You are now my slave and for as long as I want it. "

She added mockingly. "You do not need to say thank you for this grace"

A hand came into my field of vision and my eyes widened in fear as I saw the syringe with the long needle in your hand.

"Now I want to see if the needle is sharp enough"

The needle approached my right nipple inexorably, stopped briefly after the first contact and then Mistress Patrizia pushed the needle calmly through my nipple.

The pain exploded in my head.

She played with the needle in the wart and pulled it back and forth. With a quick jerk she yanked the needle out of the wart.

The same perfidious game began on my left nipple.

When she was finished, she ran her fingers over my nipples and held her blood-smeared fingers in front of my face so that I could see that the syringe's needle had done a great job.

How am I supposed to explain the wounds and all that when I get home again. My wife will notice this immediately and, as always, will give me a terrible scene.

Anyway, I wonder why I haven't split up in a long time. She detests SM in every form, she knows of my preferences and accuses me of that at every opportunity.

Nevertheless, I stayed out of - as I always lied to myself - responsibility, and it was probably just convenience.

All that shot through my head while I had the mistress' bloody fingers in front of my eyes.

If I get out of here, then I'll never go into a studio again and don't want to have anything to do with this scene anymore, I swore to myself - as I noticed in the back of my mind - only half-heartedly.

I knew that SM had long since become an addiction for me and without pain and humiliation by a mistress in boots, sex was almost no fun.

Mistress Patricia disappeared from my field of vision. I heard her footsteps muffled through the mask.

A never-before-known wave of fear ran through my body and I was no longer able to think clearly.

When this wave of panic subsided slowly I saw Mistress Patricia again in my field of vision and she still had the syringe in her hand.

Only now did I see that she was holding a small vial in the other hand, pushing the needle through the membrane opening and drawing the entire contents into the syringe.

As a matter of routine, she vented the syringe and I just thought

"You will not die of air pollution". I had no doubt in the slightest that the contents of the syringe were intended for me. A strange one; almost fatalistic calm came to me.

I felt like I had finished everything and was waiting for my end.

She disinfected the crook of my arm, knocked out the vein and stabbed it, calmly injecting the entire contents of the syringe into my bloodstream.

She pulled out the needle and pushed the opening to stop the bleeding.

I waited eagerly to see what came next, listened intensely to my body, but at first nothing happened.

Mistress Patricia was over me, blowing a kiss on my masked face.

Her fingers gently stroked my sore nipples.

"Soon you will sleep deeply my little slave and when you wake up ..................."

I never heard what she said again, because a deep blackness reached out for me and I slid down into the depths of the impotence.

 

I slowly came to, completely disoriented. My head ached like a bad hangover.

I opened my eyes but it was completely black. PANIC I was blinded because I couldn't feel a blindfold in front of my eyes. I tried to rub my eyes with my hands, but I only got a few inches and then shackles held my arms back, as did my legs.

I tried to get up a bit, but even here I didn't get far because a strap around my chest tied me to my bed.

Desperate I let myself fall back and wanted to scream with anger and disappointment but only a hoarse croak came from my dry mouth.

Only now did I realize that I was very thirsty, every phase of my body was crying out for water.

The salivation was starting to kick in and my voice was back. I called, screamed and cursed to myself, but far and wide there was only silence.

Deep inside I had still hoped that I was just a little unlucky, that Mistress Patricia just wanted to rob me and then abandoned me without a passport, etc. so that I could not go to the police to report them.

But this was something else, I hadn't been excluded.

I had just been transported to another location. The thirst left me with no clear thought, I just wanted to drink .............

Were there not steps, the threatening clicking of heels on stone ....................

Yes it came closer and closer, I heard a lock being opened and the steps came straight towards me.

"Release me immediately, I have been robbed and drugged, please free me, I want to go to the police and the German embassy immediately," I croaked as best I could.

No answer, then a resounding slap on my cheek, then another on the other cheek.

"You quiet slave," said a commanding female voice with unusual sharpness.

She tampered with my eyes and when she was done I realized that I could see again.

It was black contact lenses that blocked my vision.

I couldn't see anything yet, but my eyes quickly got used to the light and I saw them in front of me.

Dark long hair, braided in a strict braid, an even, almost aristocratically cut face. Big, well built - as far as I could see - but not overly slim. As they say, “well built”. She was a stately figure and the leather top and leather pants underlined this impression.

"I'm thirsty, please give me a drink, please"

Another slap in the face "please mistress is that called".

"Please mistress, please give me a drink," I pleaded with you

“Let's see what's there” said and disappeared from my field of vision.

A door opened and closed again and you came back to me.

I saw the big water bottle in your hand and out of sheer anticipation the last remaining liquid in my body began to turn into saliva and my mouth was wet and longed for the refreshing water.

She turned on my bed and I was brought into a more upright position. ------------- finally drink --------------- I would do anything for a sip of water.

She opened the water bottle and to my horror she put the bottle to her mouth and began to take a long, deep gulp in front of my eyes.

"Ahhh such a sip of water is refreshing. The first sip is always wonderful, isn't it ”and put the bottle on again and drank again extensively.

I was afraid I'll go crazy, I'll die of thirst and the water is so close and yet I don't get anything ................................ .

"So I think that's enough for my thirst"

Turned around and walked away. I yelled, begged and shouted after her, please don't go away, I called you mistress, called you goddess, promised her to do anything just that she would give me something to drink.

I was so desperate that I didn't hear that she had come back.

She put a tube in my dry mouth, stood over me on the bench, opened the zipper in the crotch of your lederhosen and pissed into the funnel.

Her warm champagne came pouring out and I almost couldn't swallow it.

I hate drinking NS, it only tastes warm and bitter, but now it was the best drink I had ever received and I drank everything to the full without worrying about how it tasted or that it was warm.

It was liquid and nectar at the same time. My dehydrated body absorbed the NS like a sponge.

She was done, I was still thirsty, but the worst feeling of thirst was gone and I began to think clearly again.

I wanted to start protesting, but the slaps from earlier and the bondage prevented me from saying anything that I will then regret.

"Mistress, can you please explain to me where I am and what is this all about?"

"I still remember ..." "SILENT" she snapped at me and I was silent.

"You only speak when you are asked and otherwise you shut up your slave mouth" she drove me.

"Or I will stuff it for you"

Although I had questions after questions and would have loved to be far away, I was calm, knowing full well that as long as I was tied up, she had far better cards in her hand.

 

The introduction

Slowly she went away and I heard how a door was locked and locked a lot.

The light was off, it was dark and I was still tied up on the couch. Somehow, deep down, I was very calm, but I sensed that something bad or final had happened.

I even fell asleep deeply in my tied position because I didn't hear my dungeon door being unlocked. I only woke up when the light came on and I heard the clatter of several heels on the stone floor.

 

I opened my eyes and saw three women in the room, one of them was the dark mistress I had seen before.

The other two women, as far as I could tell, were very pretty too. The mistress now wore a knee-length latex skirt and black patent leather boots and a tight latex body. The other two women wore red leather boots with gigantic heels. The heels were so extremely high that the women almost only stood on the tips of their toes.

Otherwise both were dressed in matching mini skirts. I also saw briefly that the two women were wearing something metallic under the skirt - as I soon found out, it was a chastity belt with 2 inner dildos.

 

The mistress put the funnel with the tube into my mouth again without a word and fixed it to my head so that I could no longer spit out the tube. She still stood over me without a word and mercilessly filled the funnel with your NS. I had no choice and swallowed so as not to suffocate.

When she was done she waved to one of the women (slaves) and she knew exactly what the mistress wanted and immediately began to lick the mistress clean.

Now the mistress of a slave opened the KG and I saw the two huge dildos with horror. I've always been very tight and sensitive anal and just the thought of having something like that inside me panicked me.

As if she had suspected it, she said completely emotionless:

"I'll stretch you so that I can put my whole fist into you if I want"

The sheer horror was probably in my eyes .....................

"We have all the time in the world to stretch you, but that will still be the most pleasant thing for you that you will endure"

My God where did I get there and how do I get out of here .........

But before I could give in to my panic, the first female slave was standing over me and I had to make an effort to swallow all of her NS.

While the slave pissed on me, the mistress freed the other slave and the NS orgy continued.

Only when both slaves were tightly locked again did the mistress come up to me and put the black contact lenses back on and it was dark around me again.

I felt my legs being released and I wanted to kick myself to free myself, but there was already another bondage and my legs were pulled together inexorably against my bitter resistance.

The same was done with my arms and hands. I never had the slightest chance of breaking free.

I felt like I was straightened up and when I stood my ankle cuffs were loosened enough that I could take small steps.

I was led across the room and had to go up a small step and stop.

A thick cord was tied around my neck and pulled slightly at the nape of the neck.

The mistress removed my contact lenses again and I saw what perfidious device I was standing on:

It was a massive chair and the rope I had around my neck was tied to a massive hook in the ceiling.

A rope was also attached to one of the legs of the chair.

I immediately overlooked the hopelessness of my situation, because the mistress had the end of the rope in her hand and was far out of my reach.

“It is time we made ourselves known, I am your mistress Doreen and these are my two slaves and maids. You don't need to know the names because for you they will be your mistresses and you will address them accordingly. I'll only say it once, from now on you have to address me as a princess or highness and the slaves with their mistress.

Is that clear"

The sharp sound made me shiver and I said automatically

"Yes Mistress" which immediately earned me two biting blows with the long bull whip she was holding in her hand.

"Yes Highness" I shouted out so as not to take more hits.

"As you can see you are standing on a hangman's chair and at the slightest attempt to defend yourself I will pull the chair away from you and let you die by hanging, so be good and obedient when you dress up"

I just nodded and said clearly and clearly

"Yes, my lady"

“Now we will start with your dressing up. You will wear these clothes until I decide whether you are a useful slave or not. "

In the distant future, this uniform will be your punishment clothing that you have to wear in addition to the penalties imposed for offenses of all kinds

 

“Take the handcuffs off him,” she ordered the slaves

 

Now the clothing began:

First of all, leather cuffs were put around my hands and locked with a lock so that I would never have gotten them off by myself.

My hands were pulled up on the cuff with chains and the two slaves (mistresses ??) came with a monster of leather corset and began to put this on me.

The corset was made of extremely thick leather and started under the armpits but left both nipples open. The corset was laced and I thought I was going to suffocate, because the lacing was tightened again and again until Your Highness was satisfied with my figure.

Next, my raised arms were released enough that I could get off the stool. One of the slaves already had the shoes ready for me and I panic because it was these extreme penalty ballerinas as one knew them from the various offers in the fetish catalogs. Knee-high lace-up boots with 30 cm or how many cm heels so that only the tips of the toes bent down touched the ground.

When the boots were laced and I stood free, I screamed out loud in pain, but my tormentors absolutely did not touch it, they simply administered an inflatable gag to me and I could scream myself hoarse without disturbing the women in their further work.

Now the hangman's noose was taken from my neck and the leather collar of the cortette was put on. This collar was wide and firm and attached to the corset with an adjustable rod in the neck area. Now I could no longer lower my head but only look straight ahead with my neck stretched out.

Now my arms were lowered again and fastened to the snap hooks on the side of the collar.

Still whimpering, I was ruthlessly led to a goat. Every little triple step was torture, I was always panicking about falling and breaking my leg.

I was bent over the box as far as possible and strapped down. Her Highness stood in front of me and showed me an approximately 2.5 cm thick dildo.

“We will now introduce it to you and then fix it to the corset with the straps.

This is now the first stage of our stretching program and you will wear this dildo until we can insert it into you without any effort. In between, we will of course always introduce you to thicker dildos so that you can stay in training. After this dildo comes - I think a thicker dildo in one or two weeks - and I assume that within the next 6 months we will have stretched you so far that I can fuck you with my fist.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, but before I could really worry, they started inserting the dildo into me. I am not stretched and therefore my muscles in the anus cramped and the pain became huge. I thought I was going to be ripped open anally and my whole anus must be very bloody. One of the slaves held a bottle in front of my nose and I felt the hideous smell of poppers. I hated this chemical stuff and never wanted to use it. My mind went dull, the drug worked, my sphincter relaxed and with a jerk the dildo was inside.

The pain was incredible. But these sadists didn't care how loud I screamed into my gag.

The straps were lashed and now the dildo was fixed immovably in me.

Now I was led into another room. There it looked like a normal living room with a couch, TV, etc. Only the chains that led from the ceiling to the floor didn't quite give the impression of cosiness.

I was tied to one of the chains while standing - oh God, how my feet ached - facing the television.

"So that you no longer have to have any illusions about your future and thus also know for sure that no one will look for you, I will now show you a video"

"You still remember what day you went to the studio in New York?"

I just nodded because the gag was still firmly in my mouth.

I knew exactly, I had arrived in Philadelphia on September 10th, 2001 and on September 11th, 2001. Went to the studio very early in the morning.

I saw the television turn on and the video recording played.

I saw the towers and, with utter disbelief, saw the planes fly into them.

"That was real and not a Hollywood production," said the princess. The pictures were a shock to me but I still couldn't imagine what that had to do with me.

The video continued and I saw a spokesman who said that one would not know the names of the victims etc. and that it would be sufficient if a document found was handed over to the authorities in order to then declare this person for death.

In one fell swoop, I was hit by the full extent of my situation. I saw exactly how Mistress Patricia had taken my wallet and the passport out of my clothes and burned everything else.

“Yes slave, you belong to me for the rest of your unworthy slave life and you can see that nobody will look for you.

I can do whatever I want with you. In fact, just kill yourself, because you're already dead. "

If I hadn't been chained I would just have collapsed. I was close to fainting so deeply the shock hit me.

"Mistress Patricia, a long-time friend of mine, switched quickly when it happened because she knew that it has always been my greatest wish to own a slave and by owning I don't mean someone who has been my slave voluntarily for some time, but to have a slave who ONLY belongs to me and with whom I can do whatever I want, until I decide that you have lived long enough "

That short speech hit me like a stab in the back. I was completely at the mercy of these sadists and there was no turning back and nobody will look for me ?????

As if you had guessed it.

“You don't need to have any secret hopes either, because Patricia was very thorough. When you passed out, she drew some blood from you and also some small pieces of skin. She used it to prepare your burnt clothes. Submit this to the competent authority together with your passport and the address of your hotel.

We kept you in a coma until it was clear that you had also been identified via genetic analysis and officially declared dead. You see, there is no turning back and no one is looking for you anymore.

 

She turned off the TV, untied me, and dragged me back to the torture room.

Tie me tight to an iron bar so that my entire bottom was exposed. The corset ended just above the tailbone and left the bum and thighs free.

“Actually, whipping doesn't really like it, because that's how you hurt slaves most of the time. that one can no longer torment them properly for weeks and that they cannot be used for work, and besides, I always get sore muscles from whipping. But today I'm making an exception just so that you can learn once and for all that I can really do whatever I want with you. "

Spoke and began to work systematically and hard with the riding whip. She whipped me with a ruthless thoroughness until a swoon graciously enveloped me.

When I woke up I was lying on a bench with the mistresses over me with smelling salts. The gag was out and I groaned uncontrollably in pain. My buttocks, thighs inside and out, we burned fire. My body was a single shrine to pain.

They applied ointment to my aching body and some relief occurred.

Her Highness the Princess Doreen came into the room.

“Now you've got a little taste of what's in store for you if you are rebellious even once or if you defy my commands. It should be clear to you that I will whip you to death at the slightest attempt to escape, but will torture you extremely for a whole week beforehand and will systematically remove all parts from you, but without anesthesia, but will keep you alive for as long as under extreme pain, only to whip you to death with the bull whip "

“You should burn that into your brain indelibly! If you are a good slave to me, then we will have a long and beautiful life together "

 

I believed your every word and said as submissively as I could.

"Yes, honored Highness, I will be a loyal slave to you and will always be available to your divine Highness"

 

"Then we understand each other, slave"

 

She turned to her slaves:

Put him a catheter, stuff his ears with wax and blindfold his eyes so that he is blind and deaf. Take off his ballerinas and close him with the dildo and the corset in the inflatable rubber bag.

Put the funnel in his mouth and you can use it as a toilet as you wish.

In the morning it is taken out. The corset is taken off but the dildo is only taken out briefly so that it can empty itself. Then it is hosed down cold, cleaned with an enema and plugged again. Then he stays in the rubber bag for the rest of the day - so that he finally loses weight - in the evening take it out, feed him oatmeal and vitamins and give him something to drink. Then he'll come back in his punishing clothes and serve us in the evening. So that he doesn't get bored, I will personally stick needles through his nipples and hang weights with a bell on them.

Then you will put it back in the rubber bag and it will stay there for the next 2 weeks, only come out if it is washed and cleaned daily and for its daily fitness training on the crawler so that it is not too comfortable for it he will always have clamps with weights on his nipples during running training.

Dancah he becomes blind and deaf again with the dildo and the Katherder in the rubber bag. During the whole time not a word is spoken to him and for every sound he utters, he immediately receives 10 lashes with the whip or 20 slaps with the hand.

After that he should be crumbly, we can start with the slave training "

Spoke it and went out, leaving me in the hands of your slaves and my mistresses