fiction – Page 8 – Contemplating the divine

Good news bad news

Now, my dear prisoner, I have good news and bad news. Which would you like to hear first?

The bad news? Yes, I suppose that’s a good idea. Hear that first, to get it over with.

Well, the bad news is that the rest of your life is going to be spent down here, and it is going to be utterly miserable. Your hands will stay cuffed behind your back like that forever, and the hobble chain between your ankles isn’t going away either. You won’t be able to stand up, or even crawl, but you should be able slowly to wriggle around, like a maggot, to get across this cold stone floor. You can scream and shout if you like. No one will hear you. Not even me, and there’s no one else for miles around.

There’s more bad news too. In a moment I’ll be leaving, and I’m going to switch off the light and close the door. So it’ll be pitch dark down here – you’re now in the last few moments of light that you’ll ever experience.

That’s right – look at me. This is the last time you’ll ever see anything. Remember me.

More bad news, I’m afraid. You’re going to die down here. But not immediately. There’s plenty of water and I’ve left some piles of food around. Some of the food’s fresh, so if you can find it, as you inch around in the dark, I’d eat that first, as otherwise it’s going to start rotting. But there’s quite a lot of dry food that should be edible for a few months.

But then that’s it. One day, you’ll be painfully wriggling across the floor in the dark; sniffing and licking wherever you go to try to find more food, and there just won’t be any left. But of course, you’ll never be sure that you’ve found it all, so you’ll probably keep trying, as you get weaker, hopelessly dragging yourself back and forth trying everywhere in this pitch black cellar, until you starve to death – alone, in the dark, with no one to care.

So that’s the bad news.

The good news? Oh – erm, yes, now there was some good news. What was it? Goodness, it’s completely slipped my mind. Oh I don’t suppose it matters. Whatever it was, I’m sure it didn’t really concern you anyway.

Goodbye.

The lady in the pictures is Stella van Gent.

Entrées

She began with a soft kiss on the very tip of the dildo, her
moist lips held slightly apart, allowing her tongue lightly to flick across the black
rubber.

And then she took it into her mouth, kneading with her lips and nibbling gently at the
glans. With little nibbles she inched
her way down to the base, the black rubber gradually disappearing into her
accommodating mouth, before his astonished eyes. Meeting his gaze, she giggled, fastened
her lips firmly around the base and slowly drew back along the length of the
dildo, which emerged glistening with her spittle.

Then, after a pause for breath, she opened her mouth wide
and bit hard just behind the head. Her
teeth sank deep into the reluctantly yielding rubber, and when they could go no
further, she shook her head gently to work them loose and, once again, bit deep
and hard. This time the bite went clean
through and the head came free in her mouth, to be spat out onto the floor.

Her mouth opened wide for a third time, and took in another
inch of what remained of the black rubber – and she bit down again, this time
chewing her way slowly until another ragged chunk came away. And so on down to the base, biting more and
more off as she went until her amused eyes were level with his horrified gaze,
and nothing but a rough stump remained.
He fainted clean away in shock.

… to wake up with wrists and ankles firmly bound, the
remains of the dildo gag still in his mouth.
He tried to lift his head, to look down to where he could feel her
presence between his legs and hear her breathing, but he could see nothing but
the top of her head, lowering down towards his groin.

She began with a soft kiss on the very tip of his cock, her moist lips held slightly apart, allowing her tongue lightly to flick across the skin.

…

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Surprised by JOI

“Jerk off instructions”?
You want me to give you orders on how to masturbate?

Well…

OK.

First, I want you to get down on your knees. Mmmm…that’s right.

Now, do you see that scrubbing brush? I want you to take hold of it firmly, in your
right hand. Can you do that for me?

Good boy… now crawl
out to the patio. There will be a
bucket. I want you to fill it with
water, and then I want you – on your knees mind! – to scrub every single paving
stone. And there’s a wire brush out
there too -you can use that to scrape
out the moss and dirt in between the paving stones.

Now I want you to really scrub hard. A nice regular back and forth motion. Out… and back. and OUT…and back. and OUT…and back. Do you think you can do that for me?

Yes, on your knees the whole time. I’ll chain your ankles together to make
sure. If you do it properly, you should
have it done by morning. Stay out there
and wait for me.

And when I’m awake I’ll come outside…possibly wearing my
silk gown. Can you imagine that? Mmmm.

Well then, if I inspect your work, and it’s to my
satisfaction, then I’ll let you beg to pay to be unlocked.

And then, you naughty boy, … if you do all that really, really well…

…and if I don’t need any other little jobs done around the house…

…and if I’m in a really good mood…

… then I’ll let you quickly play with yourself and
come. And then I’ll lock you up again
and you can fuck off.

Do you want me to repeat any of the instructions?

Pictures (which frankly render any actual JOI quite unneccessary) are of the wonderful Mistress Absolute, from her web site, where she now has a rather large free gallery.

Ex

Oh darling,
I must tell you about last night!

Well, I was
round at Jill’s for our girls’ night, same as usual, and she put on a snuff
movie. You know how she’s into that
stuff. It was called “Death by a
Thousand Cuts” I think. By the same team who made “Spit-roast“.

Anyway –
you’ll never guess who the main character was!

No, silly,
not the woman. Actually, there were
three of them. No no – the man, the
victim!

Well, it
was Thomas! You know – my Thomas! I recognized him immediately, you know in
that bit at the start they like to do, when they explain that it’s all real and
show the some of the implements, to get them good and terrified.

I can’t
imagine how they got hold of him. I mean
when you came along and I divorced him, Sally took pity on him and took him in
as her houseboy, do you remember? And I
know Sally’s a bit strict, but I’m sure she’d never have one of her boys
tortured to death like that. I suppose
she must have sold him to someone else, and so on until he ended up there –
trapped in a cellar with no way out except an agonizing death! Poor Thomas, he was quite sweet really.

Oh there’s
one thing I must mention – but I don’t want you to get jealous, OK
darling? At quite a few points when he
was really terrified, before his throat got so messed up that he couldn’t
really speak any more, in amongst all the pleading and shrieking for mercy, he
called out my name! Quite
distinctly! Isn’t that sweet? After all these years. I was rather touched.

Anyway, I
know you don’t really approve of snuff movies, but you have to see this
one, seeing as you know someone who’s in it! Jill lent it to me. There’s a few
bits we can fast-forward through if you’re squeamish.

New boy

It’s, erm… Roger isn’t it?

‘Robin!’ Yes of course. Well, Robin, I’m sorry I haven’t
been around much on your first day. Busy, busy. Everyone treating you OK?

Great. Do come to me if anything’s worrying you, OK? My
door’s always open, even to the most junior boy on the team.

Listen, Roger, I want you to know that I’m not one of those
bosses who thinks only women can do the important jobs, OK? I’m very keen to
give boys a chance. Boys can do very well in this company – and they brighten
the place up, too! Anyway, I’m totally opposed to sexism and discrimination in
the workplace, OK? Everybody in the team is worthy of respect for who they are.
Even boys. Especially boys.

So don’t take this the wrong way. But you could maybe dress
a bit more… smartly, hmm? Maybe show yourself off to a bit more advantage. A
nice pair of smart white shorts, for example. Not too baggy – maybe even a size
or too smaller than the trousers you’re wearing. Nice close fit…

Great. I’m sure you’ll get on very well here Roger. Sorry –
I mean Robin, don’t I? Robin. Must remember that.

Now – how about a cup of tea for the boss? Milk and a
sweetener.

Thanks Roger.

Standing room only

Oh hey. Listen, I am
really sorry about this, but as we’re expecting to be quite busy this evening,
we’re gonna need to limit access?

We try to only let the more attractive customers in, you
know? It’s corporate policy, we’re the
place where the beautiful people go – that kinda thing.

Anyway, your friends can come in, but I’m afraid you don’t
make the grade.

Yeah, I know. Sorry.

Well… you could go to MacDonalds? Or if you wanna wait here, we can see if you
get invited to a table?

Yeah, sure. See – if
a table of women decide you’re attractive enough, they can call you over, and
then you can eat – just like everyone else!
Pretty neat, huh?

OK, well, sure! You
just go over there in the corner, honey.
Where it says “Rejects – male”.
Under the light there, so everyone can see your face. And you just stand there, waiting to see if
anyone wants you.

Oh yeah, you’re the only one just now. But I expect there will be a few more,
too. There’s always a few unattractive
men like you, hoping to get lucky.

Oh – and if by the time we close, you haven’t been picked,
we’ll give you some leftovers, OK? So you
won’t go home hungry.

Sure – no problem!
Don’t worry about telling your friends – I’ll explain it all to them.

Oh – I’m Carly, by the way.

Fiction: Slave Tony

Hmm? What’s the hardest
punishment session I’ve ever given?

Oh, that’s easy.
Slave Tony. It has to be Slave
Tony.

Everyone in the scene knew Slave Tony. He’d been hanging around S&M clubs maybe ten years before I even started. You see, he was this guy from New York who used to go round all the
mistresses, saying that nothing they could do could break him. He was pretty tough too. He could take a hundred strokes of the cane
and wouldn’t even cry out. One time me and these two other girls spent a whole
weekend just working him over, and we still couldn’t do it. Tough guy. Really.

And this was really pissing me off, so I asked him once if
he would agree that I could do anything I wanted to him, to see if I could
break him. I’d win if I could make him
cry. Of course, we agreed some
limits. No permanent injuries, that kind
of thing. But any kind of beating,
bondage, imprisonment all of that – I guess Tony thought he could take
it. Nothing was going to make him cry. He hardly even gave it a second thought, just laughed and said I could do whatever I liked.

So I arranged for us both to fly down to Venezuela one Labor
day weekend. I told him there was this
heavy S&M scene there, you know? And
when we there we had a pretty wild time, and Tony got laid, and I whipped him
and everything, and he just took the whole thing without a grunt. Same as always.

But one of the local girls was the sister of my friend in
Queens. And she made him come on to her
quite rough, like we’d arranged, and she was pretty bruised when they’d
finished.

And then she reported him for rape. They take that kind of thing pretty seriously
in Venezuela. Especially when it’s rich
Americans doing the raping. So he got 14
years with hard labour.

I went to see him a few years ago – he’d already done four years, I think. He was looking pretty thin. I don’t think they feed them much; and they
work them hard. Anyway, they have an
early release scheme for good behaviour.
And he’s been very well-behaved – after the first few weeks, anyway. He’s one of those guys that just keeps his
head down, doing his time. Says yes sir
and no sir to the guards when he’s ordered about. So anyway, he should be out in – oh, just three more years, now, I guess.

That’s the only time I’ve seen him, anyway. Just the one visit. Actually, I think it
was the first time he’d had a visitor at all.
None of his friends know he’s there.

Oh – and did I forget to mention? He cried.

Let’s spend the night together

Now, this time around, your night in the cage is going to be
a little different.

Why? Because Mistress says so of course. But if you mean “In what way, Mistress?”, well, it’s because
you’ll have a little friend to keep you company, that’s why.

Can you guess?

Well… I read your diary the last time we did this – and
you’ve been keeping a little secret from me, haven’t you?

Hmmm?

Begins with ‘A’?

No, I don’t think you’re going to get it. ‘Arachnophobia’ is the word I was waiting for.

Now calm down. No,
come on. Calm down! It can’t really do you any harm.

Goodness, what an awful racket. It’s a good thing we soundproofed this
dungeon, isn’t it? And you know there’s
no point tugging on those chains like that.
They’re very strong. We wouldn’t
want your arms free to squash the poor little thing, now, would we?

That’s better. Try to
breathe normally.

What’s that? No, of
course you can’t. Don’t you
remember? You asked for a session with
no safewords. I can do anything to you
that doesn’t cause any actual damage.
Well, this is it.

Anyway, I’ve heard that this sort of thing is the way to
cure these silly little phobias. You’ve obviously got rather a bad one.

Well, I’ll be off.
I’ll just let little Miss Moffit out, and then I’ll close the door nice
and tight so she can’t leave either.

You know, they say the spider is more scared than you
are. You might want to bear that in mind. Although, looking at you now,
that’s hard to believe.

Do you think it’s better with the light on… or off? Better to see it… or just to know it’s there? Oooh, choices, choices. I’

Hmmm. Tell you what. I’ll just leave a torch shining from the other side of the dungeon. Then there will be a few well-lit spots, but mostly it’ll be dark.

I beg your pardon? No
– of course I don’t want an extra £1000 in tribute! What a ridiculous thing to say! You’ve completely broken the mood now. Well, I mean it would be nice. I’ll let you give it to me afterwards. But it won’t get you out of this. Bad boy – you’ll get an extra six hours for that. Release won’t be until after lunchtime tomorrow.

Goodnight. Play nice.

(Now come on Sweetie…out you go, now… there!)

Routine

Hmm? No – lots of men ask about that. I suppose it was a bit
strange at first. But after the first week or so, working on the castration
ward just feels like working anywhere else in the hospital. I’ve been doing it
for almost two years now –bit boring actually.

Right – now we’re just removing the testes today, OK? Then
your penectomy’s tomorrow. It’s best to get the testicles out of the way first,
so there’s no danger of tumescence during the operation.

Oh now, come on. It’ll be all right. Nothing to worry about.
I castrated two men this morning, and I’ll probably get another three done
after I’ve finished with you. Just relax. You’re in good hands.

My name’s Deborah, by the way! Sorry – nearly forgot to say!
Terrible really, you know – it can get so routine, I just think of you as my
“10 am castration”. But every patient’s different, aren’t they? A real person, not
just a set of genitals to be removed.

Anyway – you’re John, aren’t you? Oh – really? Are you? Oh, I’m really sorry, George. Maybe John’s one of the ones this afternoon. I’m sure there was a John. Anyway – pleased to meet you, John – George! I’m Deborah. Debbie, really.

Anyway, let’s get on with it. Ready? You might want to look
away during the procedure. Just look at the chart behind my head, or something.
Won’t take a moment.

Here we go.

Consolation prize

Hi honey!
Did you sleep well?

Oh – don’t worry about that. To tell the truth, I was quite relieved when
you couldn’t get it up! You know…I
thought I should fuck you after you spent so much money, and all…but I didn’t
really want to. I mean – you’re just not the type of man I find attractive. I was just feeling sorry
for you, really.

No, don’t worry about it. It’s OK! Really. Happens to lots of men, especially if they’re a bit self-conscious about not being handsome, or smart or fun to be with. I know you’re inexperienced. I guess it’s different with a real woman,
huh? I mean compared to looking at porn
on the Internet?

Oh – sure you do. It’s nothing to be ashamed of! How else is a guy like you going to get
himself off? It must be really
frustrating being rejected and ignored by women all the time. I think it’s great that there’s some kind of outlet for men who aren’t ever going to attract a real woman, so they can pretend they’re just like everyone else.

Hmmm?
Again? Oh. Oh…well, honey, I think you’re really sweet, but I need a proper
man. You know? Maybe we can just have this as a very special memory.

Sure – no problem.

Hey – would you like to take a picture of
me? Here, wearing my blue lingerie. I can hold my hair up with my hands, if you
like, like a model!

Got it?
There. Now you can upload that
onto your computer, and play with yourself while you look at it. Pretending you’re in control.

If you share it online, maybe one of
those porn blogs will put it up too…and caption it or something! Then lots of lonely, pathetic men could
masturbate to my image. To forget how
sad their lives are… just for a moment.