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Introduction Master Johan is a dominant man, who has always believed that there is a ruling sovereign class (or caste) which consists of men as well as of women. This ruling class (which in number is relatively small) is superior to the other classes (castes); classes which also consist of men as well as of women. Hence BDSM is merely a question of personality, education and class than a question of race, nationality, age or even gender. He has contributed several important suggestions to some of the best stories on MistressPriya.com (Mistress Priya's Cuckold Slaves and The Slavedog Millionaire), and written tons of stories himself. He also writes me several wonderful emails telling me about his many adventures in BDSM. The following are his works, packaged into one document for your enjoyment.

Contents The Master’s Apprentice ................................. .................................................. .................................. ................................. ................................. ................................. ......................... ......... 3 A Visit to Priya’s Palace ............................... ................................................ ................................... .................................. ................................. ................................. ............................ ............ 5 Priya’s Slave Candidate #382784 ............................... ............................................... ................................. .................................. .................................. ............................... .............. 8 Priya’s Trip to Thailand ............................... ................................................ ................................... .................................. ................................. ................................. .......................... .......... 10

The Victor and the Cuckold .......................... ........................................... ................................. ................................. ................................. ................................. ........................... .......... 13 Priya’s Picnic ............................... ................................................ .................................. ................................. ................................. ................................. ................................. ........................... .......... 16 Priya’s Picnic – Part 2 ................................ ................................................ .................................. .................................. ................................. .................................. ............................. ............ 18

Arrested ................................. .................................................. ................................. ................................. .................................. ................................. ................................. ................................ ............... 20 Tortured by a snake ............................... ................................................ .................................. ................................. .................................. .................................. ............................... ............... 23 Money for Slavery........................................... ........................................................... ................................. ................................. .................................. .................................. ....................... ....... 25 The Enslavement ................................. ................................................. ................................. ................................. ................................. .................................. .................................. ................... 28 The Enslavement – Part 2 .................................. .................................................. ................................. ................................. ................................. .................................. ..................... .... 30

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Introduction Master Johan is a dominant man, who has always believed that there is a ruling sovereign class (or caste) which consists of men as well as of women. This ruling class (which in number is relatively small) is superior to the other classes (castes); classes which also consist of men as well as of women. Hence BDSM is merely a question of personality, education and class than a question of race, nationality, age or even gender. He has contributed several important suggestions to some of the best stories on MistressPriya.com (Mistress Priya's Cuckold Slaves and The Slavedog Millionaire), and written tons of stories himself. He also writes me several wonderful emails telling me about his many adventures in BDSM. The following are his works, packaged into one document for your enjoyment.

Contents The Master’s Apprentice ................................. .................................................. .................................. ................................. ................................. ................................. ......................... ......... 3 A Visit to Priya’s Palace ............................... ................................................ ................................... .................................. ................................. ................................. ............................ ............ 5 Priya’s Slave Candidate #382784 ............................... ............................................... ................................. .................................. .................................. ............................... .............. 8 Priya’s Trip to Thailand ............................... ................................................ ................................... .................................. ................................. ................................. .......................... .......... 10

The Victor and the Cuckold .......................... ........................................... ................................. ................................. ................................. ................................. ........................... .......... 13 Priya’s Picnic ............................... ................................................ .................................. ................................. ................................. ................................. ................................. ........................... .......... 16 Priya’s Picnic – Part 2 ................................ ................................................ .................................. .................................. ................................. .................................. ............................. ............ 18

Arrested ................................. .................................................. ................................. ................................. .................................. ................................. ................................. ................................ ............... 20 Tortured by a snake ............................... ................................................ .................................. ................................. .................................. .................................. ............................... ............... 23 Money for Slavery........................................... ........................................................... ................................. ................................. .................................. .................................. ....................... ....... 25 The Enslavement ................................. ................................................. ................................. ................................. ................................. .................................. .................................. ................... 28 The Enslavement – Part 2 .................................. .................................................. ................................. ................................. ................................. .................................. ..................... .... 30

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The Master’s Apprentice For once I was allowed to go out to a bar. I was even given quite a bit of money by my owner to do so. By all means, I had been performing very well during the week, and I should in deed appreciate the reward but still, my Master was usually never that kind to me. The bar was actually in a hotel, a quiet, exclusive place down-town, selected by the Master. I sat there, all alone with my beer when a young and absolutely stunning girl walked up and asked; “Is this seat free?” “Y“Y-yes!” I said, I had not seen female fe male beauty for a long time, my m y Master would not let me. She remained standing, just tapping her perfect fingernails on the table. “I believe you are a Gentleman,” she said, “and what must a Gentleman do?” I shook my head, still confused and spellbound. “Answer: he helps the lady off with her h er coat, and pulls the chair out for her!” The tone sounded somehow familiar, but I was so glad to have such ple asant company that I did not care. I helped her he r to take off her long, elegant cut leather coat, revealing a short, equally equa lly elegant cocktail dress underneath. She was a real knock-out, knock-out, hardly over twenty years old. “Champagne “ Champagne please, the Cristal!” she said, and pointed at the drink list. “There goes all my funds!” I thought, but I was so intoxicated by her beauty beaut y that I thought, “oh, what the hell!” hell!” and ordered it from the waitress. Cristal was just about the most expensive champagne there was, and I barely had enough mone y to pay for it. I wondered what she was doing here alone however; the boys were usually standing in line for a girl like her. The champagne in its ice-bucket came in, together with two glasses. It was served, but just as I reached for my glass, the girl‟s gently scenting perfumed hand stopped me; “no, not for you!”  Now I got angry, I had spent all my money on this champagne, of course I was entitled to taste it! But she just smiled sweetly. I directed my anger towards her; “Who the hell do you think you are, you little bitch? A hooker or what?”

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When she did not answer, I just went on, being even more frustrated and honestly speaking even more rude. The girl just shook her head and smiled, sent a text-message on her mobile phone and leaned  back in the chair, sipping some champagne. Seconds after, a very handsome man swept into the bar, a man I know all too well; because it was my owner, my Master. “Darling” he said, “how nice to see you, you look absolutely wonderful!” “You too!” the girl replied and they exchanged a soft kiss. “How are you darling?” He then sweetly asked. “Fine, but your slave here insulted me!” she said, pointing her finger at me. “Suhas, you did what?!” He said to me with hydrochloric acid in the tone. “This, slave, is my dear and beloved Sophia, my darling and angel, and you had the nerve to insult her?!” The Master demanded. “Especially since I had trusted you with a night on the town! You will pay for this, slave!” “I‟m truly sorry, Master!” I said, bringing up my hands in defen se. “Dear Sophia, could a pleasant dinner possibly compensate for this displeasure?” The Master asked. “And then maybe later you would give this slave here the punishment he deserves?” Sophia almost jumped at the offer; “M-may I, really?” “Oh yes darling, be my guest!” The Master said, “But let‟s talk about it over dinner, shall we?” “Certainly,” the beautiful Sophia said. “By the way, how did you know I wanted some champagne?” The Master picked up his glass and sipped into the expensive drink. “Just a feeling, intuition you might say!” she smiled back. “Suhas!” The Master said in a dangerously low tone of voice. “You go home, on foot and wait outside for us! Off you go!” And the girl waved me away with a nonchalant gesture, just as if she wa s waving away an irritating fly.

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The last thing I noticed was Sophia‟s mocking smile. “ See you later, alligator!” I ran away as fast as my legs could carry me, fearing what kind of punishments the Master‟s beautiful apprentice had in store for me…

 A Visit to Priya’s Palace “But why can‟t you come out this weekend?” Priya sauntered around her palace, talking on the  phone with her classmate from college, Sagar. “Mom and dad are away, so I have the palace completely to myself. We will have to complete our homework assignment, but that we can do  just as well in my palace.” “Alright, I will come over,” Sagar said. “That way I‟ll also get to see your wondrous palace for the very first time.” “Yes, that too.” Priya said. “But finishing homework is the highest priority. Now, you do know how to find my palace?” “I suppose all roads would lead there, but tell me anyway.” Sagar said. “Well, take the bus 352A and get yourself to the Palace bus-stop. I will meet you there at noon.” “I‟ll be there. Thank you so much for the offer, Priya.” “You‟re welcome!” Sagar stepped out of his modest house to catch the bus. It was on time, and Sagar promptly got down at the bus stop. “Oh, you are here to visit the Maharaja?” A stranger asked Sagar as he got down. “Or to admire the beautiful daughter they have?” Sagar shook his head and blushed. “I‟m supposed to do homework with her this weekend.” “How wonderful for you!” The stranger laughed. “She‟s as brilliant as she is beautiful!” “How very true,” Sagar said, walking on. It was between ten and twelve in the morning, but Sagar knew that Priya could hardly make it  before twelve. The road turned to the right, and he caught his first glimpse of the awe-inspiring palace, approximately one kilometer away. Suddenly, he heard a horse coming down the lane. Priya really knew how to make a grand entrance, but this really took his breath away: well-dressed and elegant like nobody else, the

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riding boots were shining and glistened in the sun and cloak floated gently over the back of the horse. She stopped and smiled down at him. “Good morning, Sagar!” “Good morning … Priya!” He stumbled, but what he really wanted to say was, “Goddess”! She looked like the very symbol of a noblewoman who with polite but slightly condescending attitude responded to her servant. “Max, yes that‟s my name of my oh-so-beautiful stallion, would be unbearable if he cannot get out and move around so I had to take him out for a while.” Priya said, making the horse circle on the spot. “But he was so wonderful to ride and time really flew …” “I see.” Sagar was terrified of horses after once having been chased by an angry mare having accidentally come too close to her foal. Priya, on the contrary, seemed to be born on horseback and rode with utmost elegance. Sagar could not feel any smaller. Priya rode along the lane and he walked along with his head on level with her shiny riding boot and long riding crop, which hung down the side. They reached the palace after riding about one kilometer and as Priya headed inside, a stable boy appeared. She saddled off and instructed the  boy, whereupon she went to the main gate of the palace followed by a dumbfounded Sagar. Once inside, he could not believe his eyes, “Wow, I have only seen places like this in the movies!” “You‟ll get used to it soon,” Priya said lightly, “I have my study room on the first floor to the right. “ They went up for the big parade stairs, and into a suite of rooms which stretched along the entire rear façade. Sagar was ushered into an audience chamber. “Wait here, I will go and change!” Priya said, disappearing into one of the rooms. Alone, he looked around in the beautiful room. Beautiful paintings, fine antiques and a huge marble fireplace. As the doors opened and Priya got in, now in one shimmering white lady suit, more elegant than ever. “So, when you must do business or just studying you should watch what you‟d be wearing!” Priya said “Yes, yes” Sagar thought, “and as soon as you met me on the horse you got me looking like a slob and there is hardly any improvement now!” They went through their project. Sagar was amazed Priya‟s simple and logical way to ta ckle every conceivable problem. In that respect, as with all others, she was one excellent partner.

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A maid in lace apron entered, and served tea. “This is the most spoiled I‟ve ever felt in my life!” Sagar commented. Priya shrugged her shoulders just slightly and said, “Silja, yes she is from Estonia, has been in our service for quite some time now!” As if having servants was something completely natural … “Sagar,” Priya said quietly, “you look like you wish to say something. “What is it?” “Priya, I would like to be your slave!” Sagar said, dropping to his knees, “I think I‟d be much happier in your servitude than I would ever be as a Doctor.” “Sagar, that is a very serious step to take, are you really sure?” She asked quietly and seriously. “Yes,” Sagar cried, “I‟m sure! This is the right life for me, a nything else would be entirely wrong!” “Mmm, in any case, you probably want to sleep on it,” replied Priya. “Come with me!” She went downstairs, and into the cellar of the palace, an area once used for storage. The cold, dark and damp cellar with its horrible cells were in any case intact. “Get in there,” she said,  pointing to an empty cell. “Thank you, Priya.” Sagar said, stepping into the little cell. Priya unlocked a chain, put his helpless hands and legs in them and then locked them shut. “I will be back soon!” Priya said. She slid down into the royal whirlpool bath, got dressed up to the teeth, then makeup and her maid decorated her with loads of beautiful jewelry. It took a great deal of time, but when Sagar finally heard her footsteps on the stairs, she was so beautif ul that it hurt to just view her… “We have the habit of dressing ourselves up for dinner in my family. Plus, I‟m expecting a d ear guest, Rahul.” “The tall, handsome guy from our class?” Sagar asked. “Is he your boyfriend or something?” “Yes, and I wanted to make myself pretty for him, as you can surely understand…” Sagar just nodded, there was no doubt about that. “Well, you will have time to think a bit, until tomorrow or so.” “I have to be here the whole day?” Sagar asked. “You asked to be my slave. How else did you expect to be treated?” Priya asked.

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“I thought I‟d get to serve you and make you happy.” “You are doing that for me.” Priya said. “Just thinking of your position right now, bound and helpless, makes me so hot for Rahul. Tonight we‟re going to have an extra hot night in bed. Let‟s  just say that‟s your small contribution to my enchanting Saturday night …” Sagar tried to move his hands and break free. “Besides, tomorrow I will let Rahul come down here a nd whip you. He is even more cruel than I am!” “How does any of that serve you?” Sagar asked. “It‟s for my entertainment. I shall watch and laugh at you, laugh at your screams of pain and agony!” “Mercy, Priya!” “So Sagar, have a nice evening…” Priya said, closing the cellar and ignoring his words lik e he didn‟t exist. “Be a good boy and don‟t go anywhere,” she said with an evil laugh. Priya wrapped the fur coat tighter about herself, blew him a kiss and disappeared up the stairs.

Priya’s Slave Candidate #382784 I felt her frosty tone under my skin and my heart grew eager to follow her every instruction to the last letter. Priya was a high-achieving me dical student, a studious and brilliant girl. On top of that she was dominant, definitely used to have things her wa y and with a minimum of time, if any, left for silly things. “If you write a poor application you will never get your dream job, just as if you talk too much rubbish at the bank, the director will get annoyed and you wouldn‟t get your mortgage either!” She had warned me. “Have the same attitude when you approach me, because that allegory is not so far-fetched really!” Well, I had made an effort, casual wear but nice enough, an elegant and carefully selected restaurant, and a nice table. “Go there personally and book a table. Calling them is not good enough and I do not wish to sit  by the kitchen door!” She said, “And whatever you do, do not be late!” Well, now I was there, twenty minutes before, the table was excellent, the flowers fresh and I had a glass of mineral water in front of me.  No alcohol, I did not even want the smell of it.

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She came in, slightly late, and oh my God, what a Lady! Her elegant and expensive dress fitted  perfectly, paired with sparkling patent leather shoes, nice but discreet golden jewelry and a soft, elegant feminine fur coat on top of that. Fur coats are rare these days, but she seemed like she was born into it! This was when I thought that my casual-wear wasn‟t nearly good enough. “Come as you are, or don‟t come at all!” Her frosty look implied very definitely that he did not share that point of view. I rose, and she greeted me coldly and I was about to sit down again when she said, “Take my fur coat!” Words such as „Please‟ and „Thank you‟ are not for a Mistress addressing her slave. Why should they be? My Lady can be immensely polite, pleasant and charming towards her equals, but I was no equal. I am nothing but her property, her slave. Hence I helpe d her off with it and went to hang it up, wondering what the other guests would say. She seemed to not care about that in the least, and strangely I did not care either. In fact, I wanted to tell the entire world that I was the property of Mistress Priya and a proud, proud, one at that. First thing she said as I returned, was “I presume you have a mobile phone?” I nodded. She continued; “turn it off, pronto! A good slave is focused on his Lady, and your focus is sitting right here, across from you at the table. She is not at the other end of the telephone line!” “I‟m sorry, Mistress!” I said. I wasn‟t accustomed to being repr imanded before I did anything wrong or just-in-case, but that was the way it would work. I better get used to it. “In short, you are not available this evening, other than for me that is!” She then began to fire questions at me. Her questions came like arrows during the dinner, and from time to time. Her eyes froze when I said something stupid, not so thought-through or ju st careless. Her very presence dominated every fiber of m y being, without any explicit act to prove as much. From time to time she noted something in her little black book. What was she de ciding about me? How did she judge m y answers? I wished to know the answers to those aching questions,  but she kept the book sufficiently obscure from my view. I was so nervous I hardly could eat, my nerves definitely outside the skin, whe re as she ate with good appetite; cool, relaxed and happy. She must have noticed, because with an amused little smile she said; “what happened with your appetite, did it not suit your taste?”

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The sole menuiere was delicious and the white wine was not worse. When the bill finally came, she made a soft gesture towards me, as if she was saying; “ A Lady does not pay.” I did not understand, until her golden ring was gently tapping on the leather-covered folder in which the bill lay. She withdrew her hand, but my eyes were fixated on her beautiful rings. Every single one of her beautiful rings could easily amount to hundreds of Euros. Then I helped her with the fur-coat and we made company to my car. As we had discussed  before, I was to make sure the Lady was safely and comfortably brought to her hotel as well. It was raining now and the sky black, but luckily I had an umbrella which I held over her. In fact I got rather wet myself, but the most important thing was that she was kept dry and warm. She sat quietly in the backseat during the ride, occasionally taking notes in her b lack book, but I knew better than to ask. Finally my curiosity overwhelmed me and I asked the question; “when do we meet again Ma‟am?” “When I have slept on the issue!” She coldly replied, “but do not try to force me, because then the answer will surely be negative! For now, I wish to be left alone. Go away, off with you!” “Goodbye my dear Goddess!” I mumbled under my breath. She did not hear. It was still raining cats and dogs, but I hardly noticed. Through the window of the hotel bar I could see her smile, sipping her brandy and making some more notes. Then she toasted the handsome man opposite, she said something I could not he ar and they both gently laughed. It was certainly not fair. She had had a wonderful evening which would be followed by a good night‟s sleep also, perhaps even some more intimate activity with the tall, handsome man, whereas I could hardly sleep until I had her gracious reply. I wished to God that she would accept me as her personal slave!

Priya’s Trip to Thailand The Airport, Thai Airways International. As usual I had installed my owner Master Rahul a nd his gorgeous Lady Priya comfortably in the car, loaded all their suitcases and the little bag I was allowed to have; and driven them there.

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“You will not need so much clothes anyway slave! An orange work overall and a pair of slacks and a T-shirt are all you can have!” Master Rahul had said; where as I knew that the suitcases contained outfit upon outfit of the most fabulous suits, dresses, Lady suits, shirts, blouses, skirts and shoes. I dropped them off, and I continued to the long-term parking, from which I dragged all the suitcases back on a cart. They were waiting impatiently for me. “Why so late?” Master Rahul asked frostily, and I tried to apologize. He just waved my apology away, and I gave him his car-keys. It was his car after all, just as everything, including myself, belonged to Lady Priya and the handsome, well-built Master. We went over to the first class check-in counter, the attendant there took care of all the suitcases and said with a smile; “You have only two first-class tickets, Sir?” “That will be for myself and my Lady Priya here.” Rahul replied. “And what about him, Sir?” The attendant asked, pointing to me. “Oh, him? He‟s just our slave Gregor. Helps us with ba gs and the driving and such. He will be checking into the second class section.” He turned to me. “Off with you, slave! You are free to check in. Remember, a seat in the middle of the plane for you. Upon landing, you will meet us outside the Thai First Class Lounge.” He said and left with Priya. “Oh, one last thing,” he said. “The leaves stay on, remember? They are counted and numbered!” Those were his final instructions before disappearing into the plane. As if I did not know! My  body was covered with a dozen nettle leaves, fixed by duct tape and a tight shirt. He, no I, had picked them fresh this morning and Master had had great fun attaching them on my skin and marking them by number, using the nail-polish of his Lady. She had stood to the side, watching and laughing. It was so unfair, he wore black, elegant kidskin gloves when he attached them, I had to pick them with my bare hands. Now they itched every inch of my body, especially since he had whipped them into my skin using a flat paddle. That was not the worst however, the worst was that he had called me Gregor, the slave in the novel “Venus in Furs.” The Master had different names for me, depending on his mood, and Gregor was the worst, it meant his mind was outright devilish. They swept into the lounge, the elegant couple, and made themselves comfortable. I could see them inside, enjoying each other‟s company. Then he sent a text-message to my mobile- “Come here for instructions!” (He allowed me to have a mobile for these things, but I could only use it for communicating with him.) I went inside

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the lounge, but was stopped by the charming Lady at the reception who asked for my boarding  pass; and said with a regretful smile; “I am sorry Sir, but tourist class passengers are not entitled to come in here!” Lady Priya saw me and smiled, just waved mockingly behind the back of the girl, “Bye, bye little  boy!” I went out, unhappy, as I knew Master would punish me. How unfair! It was not even my fault! Then I received another text message saying- “Stupid slave! You should know that the VIPlounge is off-limits for you!” Yet another message came- “Get down to the gate and wait there! You may eat during the flight,  but no alcohol. You are on duty!” The flight was announced, I was at the gate, whereas one of the stewardesses from the flight went to the lounge to collect the VIP-passengers. There was only Master and his gorgeous Lady Priya, he handsome in his designer suit, she in a very pretty dress and they seemed very happy indeed. That was it, my Master was always kind, friendly and cha rming to those he felt deserved that, and equally mean, cruel and unfair to me. Lady Priya was the same. They were shown into the front section of the plane, and the stewardess and Master almost fought over who was going to help Lady Priya to take off her magnificent fur coat. It was November, and quite chilly, and a treasure such as Masters precious jewel Lady Priya should never be exposed to any discomfort of the world! “Yes,” Master Rahul said to th e smiling stewardess, “I know it is your job, but there is something called gentleman-ship also, good afternoon by the way!” He said as he handed her the fur -coat. “Good afternoon Sir! Good afternoon Madame! My name is Aom and I am your stewardess for this flight!” She smiled sweetly in return. Me, I was shoveled back wards in the plane, along with students, families with small children, numerous back-packers, boy-scouts and a high-school soccer team going on a football camp in Thailand! My place was in the middle of a ten-seat row, cramped in between two families with children and my God how much they screamed! Not only did my body itch tremendously. My ears would itch too, very soon, not to speak of my chastity  belt. The stewardess looked bored, irritated; and had certainly no welcome smile! They had an ugly frown on their face, as did most of my fellow passengers. The plane took off, slightly delayed, and there I was- in the middle of a kindergarten, a sports school and a huge smelly mess in general. The Master cheered his Lady with some delicious champagne and spoke about fabulous holiday resorts, the coming vacation in Thailand, art and literature in general. After a long and glorious meal, but respectively the standard airline plastic tray for me, the movie started.

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I did not see too much of it, because I had screaming kids climbing all over me, but the movie was barely worth watching, anyway. In fact, I had seen it before, even before I met Lady Priya.  Nowadays I was not entitled to go to the movies. Night fell, the lights were dimmed, and I took the chance as most passengers were asleep and even the cabin crew was dozing. I went forward to the ever so dim-lit first class section. In her luxurious leather seat I saw her asleep, in regal comfort and her beautiful jeweled hand gently in the hand of Master Johan. Both were in dreamland, and I saw her wonderful soft pink and rosy lips… I could not contain myself anymore. I bent over and kissed her! She woke up and said in a sleepy voice; “What are you doing?” “Madame, I just could not resist!” She did not even look at me; “Aom,” she said quietly, “this man is disturbing me! Could you  please show him back to his tourist-class seat, and also bring me a tad more of that delicious  brandy to sleep on?” “Of course Madame!” The stewardess replied. Aom firmly escorted me back to my seat, now partly occupied by the three-year old kid next to me. As I tried to get into my seat, I woke the kid up who of course started screaming. Many angry looks came in my direction; “oh God, shut up will you?” Aom went back and served Madame some more brandy. Up in the first class section, Master Rahul murmured sleepily; “What was that?” “No need to worry darling!” she whispered, kissed him gently on the cheek, sipped a bit more  brandy and fell asleep, with a smile on her lips. She considered telling Master Johan but knew better. She was probably contemplating on the thought of using my heinous crime to blackmail me in every possi ble way. “Do as Rahul says, or I shall tell him that you kissed me. Imagine the punishment you will receive if I ever tell him…” And I would have to do anything for her provided that she did not tell the Master about my crime of kissing her lips. Or perhaps she would tell him after all…

The Victor and the Cuckold I am owned by Lady Priya, an interesting and very intelligent Lady and Mistress. She is a med student and nowadays a business woman; an attractive woman in her twenties, therefore a little younger than me. Well, by business woman, I mean that I run the business, she merely enjoys the income from the business.

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Recently she invited somebody to her home for dinner, which she said with a mysterious smile. It used to be my home, but since everything else had changed, well, so had the ownership. A knock on the door, I opened and he, the visitor, almost blew me off my feet. So elegant he was, wearing a shining well-cut tuxedo and a fur cloak on top of that, a stylish gentleman in every inch! The Lady Priya came to greet him; “hello darling, welcome!” and then- “slave, on the floor!” Standing on top of me, letting her sharp heels dig into my flesh, she gave him a deep kiss of welcome! She then stepped off and the guest, the visitor stepped on my body and wiped off his  boots like I was a human doormat. They greeted each other passionately and I noticed that they quickly exchanged looks, which made me more than a bit nervous. As I was about to sit down with them in the living room, Priya quickly commanded me to bring us some glasses for the wine as well as some wate r to start off.  Naturally I got some glasses from the kitchen and saw that there was some food waiting to be  prepared. When I got back to the living room the nice couple were already seated in the sofa a nd engaged in a conversation. So I brought the glasses and the wine, put it all on the table and wanted to join the couple, as at that point I still believed this to be a regular dinner occasion. Sometimes, but not often, Priya would allow me to eat. “My temper is like spring weather” she said; “Just as capricious!” But I immediately was asked to open the bottle and the couple held their glasses towards me, so I could pour the wine into the glasses. There was a strange but funny atmosphere in the room. In some way these two didn‟t really take much notice of me, only the visitor maintained some eye contact, with a beautiful smile, and so Priya sent me off to the kitchen again to bring all the silverware and napkins. Her voice is like poison for me, so I went back and got all the tools, and since I slowly started to understand the situation, I brought the plates with me as well. As I put all this onto the table, something happened to me. I got really aroused by my embarrassment. The couple was talking about holiday trips, their jobs, their friends and relatives, and was completely into their own world. The man sent me to the kitchen a couple of more times, and eventually joined me there.

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He then commanded me to prepare dinner and told me how he wanted the meal to be prepared. “Do this and then do that” and so on. He gently stroked my neck with his whip and gave me a smile, and then went back to his Lady. I felt a heat inside of me and my “secret” submissive nature came onto the surface. I think I was glowing inside and outside and I started to cook the meal. At first, I prepared a little salad for each of them and brought it to them. At that point I was already the servant. I ele gantly serviced the couple and focused on my role as a chief cook and waiter. While at the beginning I tried to have a conversation with them, I now served as a speechless servant. I think I cooked the best meal ever and so the whole evening went on like this. The visitor treated me like a waiter and Lady Priya just ignored me and enjoyed the evening. I have to say that in that moment, I was practically in a trance. I couldn‟t think of anything else but to please both Lady Priya and her visitor, and the last thing in the world I wanted was to make Lady Priya feel ashamed for me in front of her guest. They were so beautiful, this happy couple, and together they radiated a strong power over me. I was in subspace, transformed into what I dreamed ab out so many times and I enjoyed this. I made some dessert and some coffee after the meal, took away the plates and cleaned the table, and then waited in the kitchen for Priya‟s commands. She called me into the living room and so I stood there in front of the table. The Lady laughed and applauded me for my service. Her guest stretched his foot towards me and as if I was remote controlled, I kneeled down in front of him and gently and full of servitude kissed his foot. Lady Priya cheered and congratulated him! I don‟t know what made me do all this, but I was nothing but a doll in this moment. And in fact Lady Priya started to talk about me and how much they would love to have me forever. While I was down there at their feet and heard them talking like this, I nearly had an orgasm. I was so hot, and the voice of my Lady went through me like a knife through butter. She controlled me and in fact I desired nothing more at that moment, then for either of them to give me an order I could obey, something for me to do for they, just because they want it.

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While I was at their feet, they called me their slave and I guess I was just that. And if they would have whipped me, I would have taken it gladly as a reward. I was all theirs, and I have never experienced something like this in real life. I felt I was where I am supposed to be. “Time for some adjustment of clothing, upwards respec tively downwards!” Lady Priya‟s guest concluded as he helped his lady into her fur coat and at the same time snapped; “Slave, clothes off, but keep your eyes down!” and I went to it with feverish movements. I knew my Master was watching me from behind and would whip me if I did not perform quickly enough.  Nobody could describe my feelings when I finally raised my eyes to see the young, pretty Lady Priya raising her glass against me, saying with the sweetest yet utmost cruel and mocking smile, “time for some entertainment dear, so would you please?” Rahul picked up the bull-whip and the leather started to rain down on me.

Priya and her beloved are engaged and might even be marrying soon, after that Lady Priya has successfully divorced me. Successfully meaning that our marriage would turn into a contract where she has all the rights and I have all the obligations. They have however assured me that they would keep me as their slave, and that it is my duty to contribute to their comfortable, amusing life in comfort and luxury. (“As far as possible at your expense, slave!” as Priya described it.) I do my utmost for them, and even so I get whipped. However, there is an ocean of difference  between whipping out of pleasure, sheer pleasure as opposed to whipping out of punishment.

Priya’s Picnic Priya‟s ingenuity when it came to torturing me knew no boundaries. It wasn‟t just her cruelty, rather her incredible brilliance and creativity at it that never ceased to amaze me. Even though her punishments hurt physically, I could always accept them with a smile, for the way she always kept them fresh and unpredictable. The door to my dungeon opened and Priya peeped in, with no intention of coming in. What did she have planned for me this go around? “Picnic on Saturday, my boyfriend Rahul is also coming along!” Priya said. “You better get ready soon.”

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The sun was shining, the birds were singing and it would be a glorious day … for them! I stood in the courtyard and washed her Saab 9 / 3 Convertible. It surprised me a little, a Saab? I mean, Priya‟s style was more Mercedes and Porsche, but it was like she always said. “A Saab is an ele gant enough, it is also extremely well suited for BDSM!” I shuddered when she said that, for one thing was certain: Priya meant what she said and said what she meant. One could accuse her of many things, but hypocrisy was not one of them. Whatever punishment she was planning for me involved this odd -looking vehicle. It was a good  puzzle for me to solve, as I washed the windows and the hood and the rest of its body. But in the end, I gave up guessing what the punishment could be. She had outsmarted me as always, and very effortlessly at that. The couple came down, looking more beautiful and elegant than ever. But the beauty was only an illusion: they were my despots, demons, t yrants. Sir Rahul carried a large picnic basket. He took the driver‟s seat, and opened the convertible‟s roof top. He folded the back-seat down and he placed the picnic basket there. I began to get bad feelings, because now there were only two comfortable leather seats and I knew very well that they were not for me … The boot lid opened, and Rahul pointed to the small space therein. “Get in there! That‟s the place for our slaves.” I had to get in the boot. There was barely space for me, despite the fact that I cuddled together like a child. He mercilessly shut the lid and left me in complete darkness. I did get some air through the slit,  but I could not see anything. The couple took their places, and Master steered the car of the courtyard and down a rather  bumpy lane. Already that did hurt my body, but the anxiety build up was worse. “What would happen to me now?” Suddenly the car stopped, the couple got out and opened the trunk. “Slave, come out!” Priya coldly said. I crawled out of the trunk. “Strip!” she ordered and I hurried to do so. “Put all your clothes in this plastic bag,” she said, handing me a plastic bag. Once I was done, she threw the bag in the back seat. Alongside the road grew a large thi cket of stinging nettle bushes. Priya chased me into the m, using her whip skillfully and swiftly.

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“Pick the largest ones in the middle!” she ordered. It hurt to just touch those sharp-edged leaves,  but I closed my eyes, bore through it and picked out the very largest leaves as instructed. I picked out as many leaves as I possibly could hold and checked whether Priya would let me back in the car. But she said the dreaded word. “More!” Soon, I stuck the stinging leaves across my chest and arms, to make room f or more in my hand. “More!” she said again. I began to cry from the  pain and the loss of blood, but continued to pick out more leaves. “Alright, that‟s enough,” she finally said. I eagerly crawled back to the car. “I want a bed of these leaves at the bottom of my trunk.” Priya said. She put on elegant white leather gloves, whilst I of course had to lay out the nettles with my bare hands. The pain was so  blinding, I couldn‟t even see the trap that I was putting myself into. “You do know that you‟re going to sleep on this bed, don‟t you?” she smiled. I apprehensively laid out the last leaf and fearfully stared at the bed she had me prepare. It was the equivalent of sleeping on a bed of nails. With an area the size of the vehicle‟s trunk. This was the bittersweet ingenuity that Priya always showed in her punishments. “Oh, it gets even worse.” Priya said. She took out a leash and attached to my scrotum. With a little tug, she tested its strength of her knots. “Now you can get back in the trunk,” she laughed, shar ing a little victory high-five with her  boyfriend. I crawled back into the vehicle‟s boot. The leash was led through the slit to the front, so that Priya and Rahul could tug it as and when they felt like it. The lid slammed shut and the journey continued, accompanied by the sharp jerks of the leash. Here I was, sitting on a bed of stinging nettles, with a leash tied to my scrotum, bound in the boot of a Saab convertible that drove through a bumpy road a cross the countryside. If there was any  possibility of making it more painful for me, while enjoying the blissful comfortable picnic with her boyfriend, Priya would surely have thought of that, too.

Priya’s Picnic – Part 2 The Saab Convertible finally stopped in the middle of the lush, green woods. Of co urse I would not know that until the couple, Rahul and Priya, actually let me out of the vehicle‟s trunk. I was more than eager to jump out of my bed of nettles, which had stung me all over my body quite thoroughly. The couple had forced me to roll around in the stinging bed, and much of my flesh had been penetrated by the sharp leaves. My only strategy in the trunk was to crush the leaves with my bones, sacrificing the health of my flesh and skin in the process. I crawled out of the little car‟s boot and ran around in the jungle, happy to be away from the  painful, stinging leaves. Of course the Master wouldn‟t allow happiness, Rahul jerked the leash tied to my neck and instantly brought me down to the muddy ground. Priya stepped close, stood over me and giggled. “Hey, look. We have a stool right here, in the middle of the forest.”

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“I suppose that‟s one of the advantages of human stools.” Rahul said, standing next to Priya. “They are so very portable. You can take them with you anywhere.” The couple turned around almost together and sat down on my naked body. I twitched around in the muddy ground, with the full weight of the sovereign couple crushing me into the sharp gravel. Within seconds, I stopped twitching and just cried out all my tears. First it was a bed of nettles, now this. A few sniffles later, my tears seemed to retract into my eyes. This was, after all, the life I had chosen for myself. The couple opened up their picnic basket and had their sandwiches and drinks and the other snacks, whilst sitting themselves comfortably on my body. The y truly knew how to enjoy each other‟s company; I was less than a third wheel to them. “I want some entertainment now.” Priya said, finishing her apple juice and tossing the empty box into a black garbage cover. “I know something we can do with him, right here and now.” Rahul said. “It‟s a brilliant idea for tormenting slaves. My dear friend, Master Johan shared it with me.” “He did?” Priya lit up, intrigued. “Tell me what he taught you.” “Wait and watch.” Rahul got off my body and helped me up. He then dragged me into a nettle  bush. „Darn those nettle bushes, they grow everywhere!‟ I thought, as the Master pushed me into them for the Lady‟s entertainment. “Slave, I want you to pick out some more of those leaves with your bar e hands.” I got to work, following his orders immediately. The leaves stung hard even as I picked them out, and even though I had done the same thing couple hours back, there was simply no way of getting used to the sharp pain they induced from a mere touch. Rahul scouted around the area for a bit and then found a satisfying spot. “There,” he said,  pointing to an ant hill, “place the nettle leaves over that little mound.” Easy enough, I thought letting the leaves fall atop the anthill. “Now,” Rahul said, sharing a wink with Priya, “sit on top of that.” “Please, Master.” I cried. “Those are red ants. They hurt like hell when they bite.” “They spit out acetic acid when they bite,” Rahul said. “I know. That‟s what makes this such a good torture.” “Shut up and obey him, slave. Who gave you the right to talk back?” Priya said. With hesitant fear, I approached the anthill and sat on top of it. I instantly felt a sting from a  bunch of ants at my feet, so I took my hand back, preparing to swat them off to alleviate the pain. But Rahul caught my hands and swiftly cuffed me to the stem of a tree next to the mound.

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“Oh, no.” I mumbled, as the ants began their coordinated attack my bod y. I was completely defenseless against their power, handcuffed to the tree. “Oh yes!” R ahul smiled with his usual sly attitude, each time he saw me suffering in pain. Priya approached me, carrying the last few sips of her lemonade drink in a bottle. “Aww,” she said, watching the little dutiful ants taking care of me, “would you like some lem onade?” “Oh my God! I would love some. Thank you so much, Priya.” I said, completely ecstatic. She showed me her forefinger, turned it left and right and shook her head. “Not for you, slave. I was asking the ants!” She sipped the sweet lemonade, then spat it all out on my body. The ants  began to make their way up my body to feast on the sugary, sweet drink that Priya had gifted them with, at my expense, humiliation and blinding pain. The couple watched and laughed for a few minutes as the ants dealt their punishment on me. I tightened my skin and the rest of my body, deciding that laying still would be the best strategy. With a lot of self-control, I mustered up the en ergy required to stay completely still while the ants‟ activity slowly subsided. “Hey, that‟s not allowed!” Priya said. “What, Priya?” “You‟re standing still.” Priya observed. “Are you trying to outsmart us, slave?” “Not at all, Priya. I‟m so sorry.” “I know how to fix that,” Rahul said, making his way towards the car and fetching two whips. “There you go.” He handed one of the whips to Priya, who did not hesitate for a moment to wield it on me. “Hey, wait a second.” Rahul stopped her, then walked back towards the stem of the tree and kicked it at the bottom. The stem weakened, lowering me right into the anthill. Soon, the couple managed to dig my penis into a crevice of the anthill, in preparation of the next whipping session. The leather landed on me from them, relentlessly. As I shook, twisted and suffered from their  blows, the ants feasted on my body. My body ran out of blood and energy do much else, so I  began to play dead. Who knew- perhaps I wasn‟t playing at all.

 Arrested He was two meters tall, one meter across and looked like he could rip apart people with his bare hands, each of which were the size of a frying pan! A heavy gun on one hip, baton and handcuffs on the other; his leather jacket had seen better days. Tired eyes, a two day bart and a cigarette constantly in his mouth. A rough neck, nothing less, albeit in police uniforms.

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In short, he was not the type you‟d fool around with. If I ever tried to pick a fight with him there would be no “afterward”. But he was friendly and nice enough; strange how appearances could  be so deceiving… I began to relax and we talked as guys typically do. Although he was a cop by all means, he was a nice guy, we were soon on the same wavelength. “Well, what the hell? We are writing this off as a warning. But sonn y, you are never going do  park your car like this again, okay?” “I promise you I won‟t. Thank you so much, Officer Bruno!” I heaved a sigh of relief; this could have been quite bad! All of a sudden his intercom buzzed, and he picked the receiver up. With a very polite and respectful tone, he replied “Yes superintendent! Surely, superintendent!” and then he put the  phone down. Whoever he was speaking with on the other end, seemed to bring him down and fill him with respectful fear. “I‟m afraid you have some bad luck kid.” He said, shrugging his shoulders. “It looks like I can‟t let you off with a war ning.” “You mean, you have to take me in?” I asked. “I can‟t help it. That was my boss, and she is not really the type you want to be messing with,” Bruno said. “She wants to take over your case! So you‟ll have to come with me!” “It‟s a woman?” I asked. “She‟s like no woman you‟ve ever seen before.” He said, escorting me into his car. “And technically, she isn‟t even the superintendent. She‟s his da ughter. Works in the office when he‟s gone.” “Surely, the superintendent‟s daughter cannot be as tough as the man himself?” “Oh, she‟s worse. Much, much worse,” the officer said. “You better pray that her father get well soon.” “Typical”, I thought, “this guy seemed okay, the cop he was. I had almost escaped without a  parking ticket. But now I would have to face a genuine bitch…” Once we arrived at the station, my eyes fell on her. The young, be autiful and elegant lady in her fancy lady suit, her polished heels and even more beautiful jewelry. She looked lik e she  belonged to an outrageously expensive law firm rather than here, in a police station … “Priya, here is the man.” The officer introduced me.

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“That‟s good. You may leave now, Bruno.” Priya said, with a cool and polite tone. The officer  bowed down and took her leave. She had an a ir of sophisticated elegance and competence about her, and it was easy to understand how even the most macho male police officer would shrink  before her eyes. Her insane power could be attributed to her looks, to a certain extent. Her e yes were the prettiest I‟ve ever seen, but they wer e also icy, penetrating, searching like a welding flame. Her office was very elegant too, but her big leather armchair contrasted sharply with the simple wooden chair where I sat. A vase of roses stood on the desktop, a couple of photos of her father and sister next to it. Beside her, there was a riding c rop… I looked at it and swallowed, but then I saw the explanation. On the one side wall hung a  photograph of a her on horseback; looking more powerful and dominant than ever. “Well young man; we have got ou rselves into trouble, haven‟t we?” she said with a touch of acid in her tone. “Now tell me what you did!” I looked down into her lap and with a faltering voice, I began m y confession… “I went to buy a pair of headphones in the electronics store down that little street. I had driven my car all the way down, but later discovered that there was no parking, and there was no way to turn my car around on such a small road.” “No way to turn your car around?” Priya asked. “Can I see your drivers licence, please?” She talked with a bold voice that had me obeying her without a single thought or consideration. “Alright, I could have turned around. But then, it was a small, secluded street with little crowd. I thought I wouldn‟t be causing much inconvenience.” I said. “Seriously? That street doesn‟t look crowded to you?” “Umm…it…may…” “Do you wear glasses?” she interrupted. “I don‟t ma‟am.” “Maybe you need to.” Priya stated. “If you think S.P Road isn‟t crowded, your eyes need to be checked.” “Okay, okay!” I said. “I knew I was on a crowded street. But I thought I‟d need only two minutes to pick up the headphones.” “You went into the store and got carried away,” she said, shaking her head. Sharp as a razor, she completely shredded my lame defense. Again and again.

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The interrogation went on for twenty long minutes, after which she was finally ready. By then I had given a full confession, including some other things that I had on my conscience. She summoned the big police officer, who arrived immediately at the door. “All right Officer Bruno, book him in! I will treat him a s my personal case tomorrow, but let him stew a bit first!”

Tortured by a snake

In her long sleek cocktail dress of dark goldenlamé, gold jewelry and sleek bla ck stiletto heeled sandals, she looked like the most amazing, exotic but nevertheless deadly reptile. The sting was in the tail; the long black bull whip which coiled on the floor and soon enough would dance on my body. Claws, the long, shiny painted nails were not less cruel, they could scratch and tear my skin more than most. She smiled devilishly at my misery, having licked her tongue around the bloodthirsty, dark red lips. I was naked, stretched in her (but certainly not my) favorite position, an X in the middle of the room, accessible from all sides. “Well, slave” she said softly, sweetly and melodically, “I had to do a  psychological test on you!”

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“God, what am I in for now?” I thought. “Was it not enough that she would whip the skin off me, she would also drive me from all sense and consciousness?!” “Hmm, it says here, among other things, that you have a snake phobia. Is that true?” Priya said thoughtfully, looking at my application form. I did not answer. Priya made a slight movement of the wrist, a whiplash and I moaned in pain as the whip landed on my skin. “Y-y-yes!” I gasped, “I‟m terrified of snakes!” Priya smiled evilly and got up, walked over to a glass cage and picked up a long and beautiful  boa constrictor. “He is wonderful, do not you think so?” I shuddered. “His name is Pontus and like all males, he likes hot women!” Priya kissed the snake in h er hand. “I just love to feel him slipping over my bod y; you can be horny for less!” She laughed. “Too  bad he cannot love as humans, then I would barely need a boyfriend! But you might want to know him …” “No, Priya, please, help!” I moaned, but Priya was adamant. The snake glided over my body, its split tongue played over my body, in my nostrils, ear trumpets, what a nightmare! I peed on myself from the fear, and stood there with the ultimate shame and humiliation. Priya laughed at me. After an eternity Priya thought that it was enough an d carefully put the snake back in the glass cage. “You‟re disgusting, you have absolutely no toilet-training slave?” Priya commented, “now I will have to wash you up!” She did so, in her usual way, with a sharp and ice-cold jet of water. Then she said what I absolutely did not want to hear … “I think you should be sharing your night camp with Pontus …”

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Money for Slavery Borrowing money from mom, embarrassing! But what could I do, the economy was tight, I was on a student loan and I was down to two hundred bucks. Priya had “borrowed” a ton of from me, and I wondered if I would ever get it back. But there was no point blaming her for it- I got myself into this mess all by myself. Each time she asked me for something, I would give just hand it over to her without so much as a second thought. She had a hypnotic control over me, as she did with most men. I took out the framed photo of her, so I could feel a little better about my plight. And I did, almost immediately. As I watched her dashing smile in the photo, my anger melted like an ice cream on a frying pan and my mouth stretched into a peaceful smile. So I was flat broke. So what? It was all for her. Sure, the cost was high, but whatever I did contributed, albeit slightly, to her smile- the most gorgeous sight in the world! She had actually given the photo to me, signed and everything, on her last birthday, nineteenth. That‟s when it hit me- today was her birthday! The party was in less than two hours. I set down the photo and quickly dressed up in my black tuxedo and suit. I checked myself in the full length mirror- polished shoes, clean black nylon socks, an old pant which still glimmered like new, a belt with a golden buckle, a red striped tie right above, creamy white shirt and combed hair. I was never much of a dresser, and never understood the importance of looking elegant. But I liked what I was seeing in the mirror- this was about as dashing as I could look. I picked up a sheet of paper, a letter I had made and slipped it into my pocket. That was her  birthday gift, the very best I could afford. I then quickly drove over to her place. As soon as I stepped in, I felt like a simple cat among the ermines! Everyone in there had beautiful, elegant clothing. The worst part was the sumptuous gift table, full of shiny wrapped gift boxes, very large ones at that. It sat there and shamelessly rubbed her incredible affluence in my face. The birthday girl arrived, and as should be, she was the prettiest of them all. She stood under the chandelier, flanked by her parents and received her guests. It was nice anyway, my dinner companion was a dream, and there was delicious food and wines as well. Soon, Priya began to open up the presents. She started with the smallest gifts- one little jewel  box. It was from my dinner companion- he had given her something that was suspiciously looking like an engagement or wedding ring. A rich, expensive gift- the kind she deserved. “What‟s that little piece of paper there?” Priya asked. It was my own modest gift for Priya. She picked up the letter and read it out to the crowd. “I have no money or material gifts to offer you that would be worthy of your elegance… So as a birthday gift, I hereby offer you one day‟s work to be performed whenever you want!”

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Priya lit up when she read it. “You have offered to be my slave for a day?” “Slave is such a strong word…” I began. “Then that‟s what I‟ll call you.” she said and shone throughout. “You have unexpected literary qualities, slave!” She turned to her Estonian maid. “Silja, did you hear what he has written?” asked Priya. “I did, Milady!” Silja raised an eyebrow and smiled. She actually worked this evening, as a foreman of the hired waiters. Something about her smile scared the jitters out of me. Priya then went on to the other gifts and my gift was soon forgotten. Dinner, speeches an d dance followed, Priya enjoyed herself in a royal way and so did I. It‟s not every day you may dance with lovely ladies and unlike most guys, I could actually dance quite well. I approached Priya for a dance, but stepped back. I could not ask my Owner and Sovereign for a dance; that would definitely have been beyond the limit for a slave such as I had chosen to be. Priya came up to me and said, kindly admonishing, “Slave, it is c ustomary to offer the hostess a dance…” “But you are…” “I saw you step away just now.” She said. She smiled, for she knew me better than I knew myself. “Let‟s go out on the patio”. When we were out of earshot of all, I said simply “I cannot, I am not worthy of dancing with you!” “Call me Milady,” she informed me, “but tell me, why not?” “You‟re my owner, my Lady! And I am but one of your slaves.” “I like your attitude, slave!” she said, “and I ac cept it!” “Thank you, Priya!” “It is true that I should be more like a Lady, and you more like a slave.” she said, “So I will continue to be as elegant for the rest of the evening but that will not be your case!” “What do you mean, Milady?” “I‟m going to do what I usually do with my slaves.” “Surely, you don‟t mean having me whipped? In front of all those guests?”

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“That is exactly what I mean.” She smiled. “Have you not given yourself to me for a day?” “I didn‟t expect you to be so cruel…” “Perhaps not so public on your first time.” Priya said. “Find a good excuse for your departure now, but do it quickly and neatly! Meanwhile I‟ll increase my elegance a bit!” I could not imagine how she could increase her elegance, but said nothing. For Priya, it was absolutely possible. I said goodbye to all guests and especially Priya and said, “I am sorry to go, last b us going soon!” “You came by bus?” most of them asked me. That question rubbed salt to my wounds, as in this society, it was obvious that the people were driving, or driven in, big beautiful cars. None went  by public transport! “I can‟t help it, Sirs. I‟m broke.” “Silja and I will follow you to the gate!” Priya said in the presence of the other guests, “I will be  back soon my friends!” Out in the hall where no one else could hear us, Priya said coldly, “So Silja, you know what you have to do! See this slave to his usual, hmm, „guestroom‟ and prepare him as we discussed  before!” Silja curtsied and said “Yes Madame.” Priya smiled her meanest smile and said, “Do not worry slave, I will come down and see to you later!” Silja led me into a dark room in the basement with no ventilation, o rdered me to undress and tied my naked body to the wall using ropes. She left me there for several hours, after which Priya  promptly arrived, carrying several heavy leather whips. The maid joined her, picking up a large whip herself.

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I closed my eyes and bore the lashes as they cracked hard into my skin. What hurt even more was her mocking smile as she wielded the whip like an expert. The thin g that hurt most, however, was that I had, essentially, paid good money for this.

The Enslavement “Are you mad Suhas, what are you doing??!” I asked myself over and over again. “Giving up on your freedom, your career, your house, car, everything! And what for? “To please another person, to ensure her comfortable life at the expense of your own and live at Her capricious beck and call, Her mercy or merely lack thereof. You need help, a lot of help, man!” “No you do not!” another voice within me said, “at least not that kind of help, as it will be totally useless! “The strength to let go, to let loose, to put my life in to the hands of my trusted, cherished and  beloved Mistress, a woman I would never have thought I would meet and yet, here She is, right in front of me; what “help” would I need for that??! “I am a free, honorable and respectable man and so is She, my Mistress. “Hence I do this by my own free will and accord, as She receives me by Her free will and accord, period. “To unselfishly see to the comfort and pleasure of my Mistress!” I repeated like a mantra. This made me worried, scared stiff to be honest.

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As much as I appreciated my Mistress‟s elegance, sharp intellect and pleasant manners in general, I also knew that this was nothing short of th e devil in disguise. I had seen her skillfully coiling Her single-tail whip around the hips of a twisting slave, immensely enjoying it as She did so and then, only seconds after, have a drink at the bar of the club and charming some gorgeous man; She was simply great at both. Once she had quoted a former slave of hers, thus: “I hated, fea red and detested the whip! “But then the lash hit, I removed my own pain and thought of the pleasure I was honored to give my Mistress, watching Her smile through my tear-filled eyes was a sufficient reward for me!” I swallowed when I heard this, I was at loss of words. “And now you wonder if I would expect the same of you?” Madame had asked me. “Yes,” I said, “and it scares me, but I know that whatever pleases you, I shall endur e! It is my duty as a slave!” She just gestured to the floor, and I was there within seconds. She always did this when he wished to make a point clear, to make sure that her message would get across, lock, stock and barrel. “Mr. Suhas!” “Oh my God!” I thought, “ Here it comes!” Mistress Priya sometimes had a habit of being very polite, but at the same time cold and formal, and that usually meant that she was displeased with me. As she had correctly pointed out; what you have to fear is not so much the whip, but my dissatisfaction! “My slaves exist to unselfishly provide comfort and pleasure for me and thereby achieve satisfaction for themselves!” she continued. “It is true that a slave, the ideal slave I shou ld say, should be able to see to all of the needs, wishes and desires of his Mistress, but such slaves are a very rare breed in deed. “I do admit that I am a sadist who enjoys inflicting pain for my sheer pleasure as the whip shall  be used with a smile and in anger or as a tool of revenge. “Yet as you are neither a masochist nor are you favoring humiliation or any kind of mental maltreatment you have some shortcomings as a slave…” My heart sank, I almost wanted to cry when I heard this. That is to say, until my chin was gently raised by the crop in her hand.

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“Suhas,” she said and smiled, “You have so many qualities, such extraordinary qualities I should say, that I could easily refrain from such bagate lles as maltreatment of any kind. “Whipping boys are not exactly five a penny, but still in fairly generous supply, but where can I find such a devoted slave like you again? “You might think you have won in the lottery, but I did too… “We are not equals, and do not for a second imagine so, but that does not mean I do not respect you. “Cheers my slave!” She said and raised her glass.  Nobody ordered me, none but myself, but in the next moment I pressed my lips against the leather of her gleaming shoe… Because I could, because I wanted to, because I was allowed to and most of all, because I was appreciated and cherished for doing so!

The Enslavement – Part 2 “Your enslavement will be in two phases.” Mistress Priya had mentioned. “A preparatory one and a definite one. “During the preparatory phase you will still have full freedom to go back to your normal life, and you can decide for yourself when you wish to walk through the door leading from preparatory to definite, to eternal. “But remember that walking through the door means giving it all up, body, mind, soul,  possessions; everything.” “You can still leave, even after your enslavement, there is still a way.” “Though if you do, you leave for me to decide your financial and social situation. In short, if you leave me after walking through the door, you will walk forever!” Her words could have been carved in stone, because she always meant exactly what she said. Then came the day when I was ready. “Goddess, I would like to enter, to go through the door!” “Very well, then!” She answered. “And you should be welcome! “However, I will only let you enter on this coming Saturday!”

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“Why that is so I do not intend to explain, even though I have a good reason. Perhaps even more than one good reason. “You will have to bide your patience!” “In any case, good reason or not, I would need a couple of witnesses for certain matters.” “Hence what would be more pleasant than inviting a couple over for dinner and gently see to the formalities over dinner, wouldn‟t you agree?” I could not agree more. “Hence Suhas, you are expected to prepare a pleasant dinner for three persons for Saturday night. “I leave the menu and all the other arrangements to you and of course I expect an absolutely impeccable behavior from your side!” Certainly, I don‟t need to be told twice, as Priya had already told me- “If I invite my friends and colleagues home I would expect an even better performance than usual because if you offend my friends you will offend me double and you don‟t, as in *do not*, wish to do that! “However,” he continued, “I wish to borrow your ID-card until next Saturday.” “What does that have to do with anything?” I wished to ask, but knew better than to question her demands and gave her my ID-card. Saturday came, and I had really done my best. A four course meal, well cooked, crisp and elegant wines, impeccable table-setting. My dress was equally stylish, a well-cut dark suit, white shirt and red tie, as my Mistress did not  believe in humiliating his slave with tasteless clothes. Even if it was not my decision any more, I was silently grateful for that. Mistress Priya slowly came down from upstairs, more elegant than ever in her long, floating and shimmering dress …

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“Goddess,” I said, “you are so elegant, it is as if you were getting married today!” She smiled and said; “no, but tonight‟s event is as important as a wedding, if not more, and I have the feeling that my guests would also dress to their teeth, especially Angelique.” Is everything ready slave?” She asked, and I said “Yes Mistress!” “Good, then serve me a drink, a Dry Martini, and come here and sit on the floor cushion whilst I tell you a bit about our guests!” “Angelique and Stephen is a couple in their mid-forties, and especially Angelique is very stylish, Stephen slightly less so. “She is dominant but a novice as such, he is submissive and a bit further down the road so to speak.