Saturday, May 28, 2016

Fiction: fs01 - Part 3


This takes place roughly 3-4 weeks after part 2.

EDIT: Removed cast of characters.  The updated list can be found here: Cast of Characters


I wake.  The chains connecting my wrists pull upward.  The clouds of my brain part with the pain in my shoulders.  A click.  My left arm falls limp to my side.  A click.  My right arm follows suit.  A heavy chain rattles against the floor behind me.  Kimmy's morning wake up call.  I rub my shoulders, the stiffness persists.  She chains my arms behind my back at night with the chain running over the top bars of the cage.  This ensures discomfort.

"Raise your legs," she speaks in a monotone voice.
My chest touches the cold bars at the bottom of the cage.  I arch my back and raise my feet as high as they can go, my legs spread in a V shape.  Kimmy grabs the ankle chain and slides it higher outside the bars.  My face hits the floor.  The first shackle releases.  I hold my leg high, Mistress forbids me letting them drop or lowering them before I am released.  Kimmy takes her time with the second shackle, watching my free leg shake under the strain of the position.  The second releases.  I lower my legs and hear the shackles "clunk" a few feet away.

The cage door opens.  I shuffle forward and climb to my knees.  I present my head.  Kimmy roughly tugs the strap around and finally releases the lock and buckle, removing my blindfold and tossing it to the side.
"Mistress wants you to shower and groom."
My eyes bat, eyes adjusting to the light.  Kimmy departs the room without another word.  This is unlike her to leave me without some form of abuse.

I gingerly move towards my bathroom, stretching my legs and shoulders as I go.  I've grown accustomed to the chill, sleeping naked in only shackles and a chastity belt toughen me up.  I turn on the shower.  There's no point in letting it warm up.  Kimmy thinks hot water is too luxurious for a mere maid and removing hot water from my shower reduces the gas bill.  Mistress agrees.  I wash myself quickly.  Showering happens faster since shaving my head.  Kimmy's idea as well. "Hair shows off personality, and why does a maid need personality?"

I soap my rear and flinch.  The bruises never seem to fade.  New bruises replace them almost daily.  I rinse and turn off the water, shivering in the cold.  I meticulously shave my entire body.  I don't mind this.  Mistress likes me this way. I dread the second rinse but it's necessary.   I finish up with brushing my teeth and aftershave.

A few minutes later I present myself to Mistress with legs spread and hands behind my head.  She inspects, touching me.  My sex strains against the belt.  It's Sunday.  I love Sundays.  She caresses my cheek with her hand.  Her face moves close. her lips approach my other cheek.  I feel her breath.  I love her.  Tonight is our time together.

"Today is going to be a very special day, slave," she breathes. Her perfume fills my nose.  The belt stops me in my tracks.  I lust for her.  My Goddess.
"You are relieved from normal chore duties today, slave.  Prepare us brunch.  You may have toast and an egg.  Wear these." Mistress points to some clothes on the bed.  A plain black sweatshirt and sweatpants.  I'm puzzled but relieved.
I kneel and kiss her feet, first the right, then the left.  I steal a glance as she departs the room, her robe swaying from side to side with each step.

I prepare the food.  Waffles, omelettes, fruit salad, sausage, and freshly-squeezed juice.  I quickly make my egg and toast in the down time and place it in the oven to keep it warm.  I serve Mistress and Kimmy at the table.  Mistress eats heartily.  I am happy.  Kimmy picks around her food. I'm sent back to the kitchen to strain the pulp from her juice.  They converse, laugh, and flirt as they eat.  I remember us in the past.  A twinge of sadness creeps in. They finish.  I clear the table, quickly eat my food, and do the dishes.      

Mistress summons me.  She wears a grey business suit trimmed with a fur collar and cuffs, stockings, and pumps.  Her hair is up.  She is beautiful.
"Black cashmere, gloves, headband."
I enter the closet and return.  She extends her hand, I slide the glove on.  She raises it and runs her fingers across my chin.  I blush, eyes on the floor.  I pull the glove onto her other hand.  Her perfume intoxicates me.  She extends her arm and I help her into the long cashmere coat.  The ritual entrances me.  Coat or robe, her elegance consumes me.  I move around her and gently cince the belt around her waist.  I catch a glimpse as Mistress pulls the collar around her neck, rubbing it on her cheeks.  I rise to my toes and place the black fur headband onto her head.  My Queen and her crown.  I stand at attention.
"Gather my briefcase and the garment bag on the couch, bring them to the car.  Warm it up.  No coat for you today, wear your crocs."
I locate her case and the bag and bring them out to the garage.  I back the SUV out of the garage, making sure her seat warmer is on, letting the heater blast.  I return.

A few minutes later Mistress wants to leave.  I hold the door for her and hurry ahead and wait at her car door.  I find my position, feeling her hand on my shoulder she climbs in.  The window lowers.
"Would you like to sit up front with me today, slave?" she asks with a smile.
My eyes light up.  A smile parts my lips.
She laughs.
"A slave riding up front with his Mistress?  Really, slave."
I hear a beep and the rear gate rises.  I move to the back of the vehicle.  The large pet carrier is in the back.  I open the carrier's gate and crawl in.  The SUV's rear door closes, hemming me in.

A short drive later the car stops.  The back gate opens.  I crawl out, hitting the closing button as I move to the driver's door.  I open Mistress's door, She braces herself on my shoulder and climbs out.  We are behind her shop.  The back door.  The secret door.  The door into the darkness.  She scans her card and the door unlocks.  I open it for her.  We are greeted by Mistress's assistant, Lisa.
"How are you today, Miss Cassandra?" she asks.
"Very good, Lisa, how are you?"
"Me too."
"fs01, you may greet Lisa."  I nod.  I remember my instructed manners.
"Hello, Miss Lisa, you look very lovely today," I speak timidly without making eye contact.
"Hello, fs, it's been a long time, are you looking forward to your modeling debut?"
A lump forms in my throat.
"I haven't told him yet, Lisa.  I'll leave him all to you."  Mistress departs.

Lisa leads me to a small room with a garment rack, make up counter, and a large mirror inside.  She instructs me to hang the garment bag.  I comply.  Several boxes stack in the corner.  My mind races.  I'm scared.

"Take off your clothes."
I slowly remove my shoes, pants, and sweatshirt and fold them neatly, placing them on the counter.
"Oh my, is that a real chastity belt?"  I blush and nod.
"I've never seen one before in person, can I touch it?"  I nod.  I shut my eyes tight and turn my head.  I feel her nails trace along the skin on my waist.  She presses on the metal.  I feel her knuckles knock on the tube accompanied by a metal 'thunking' sound.  
"Aww, you're so embarrassed," she chides, pinching my cheek.  My face burns hotter.
"Once a year, huh?  I can't imagine."  I lower my head.

Lisa unzips the garment bag.
"I got to touch it when it was done, but this will be my first time seeing it in action," she announces rhetorically.
Lisa retrieves the top box and places it on the counter.  She opens it and hands me some items.  Brand new white stockings.  I kneel down and pull the first one up to my knee and follow with the second.  I'm so embarrassed I want to die.  I stand.  Lisa reaches forward and slides the right one up my thigh.  With both hands she gives it another tug, and snaps the tops.  She repeats the process with the left leg.

Lisa returns to the box and picks up two pieces of white fur.  She snaps them in place at the top of the stocking, a cuff that goes around the leg.
"Looking precious, sweetie."  My face continues to burn.  My stomach turns.
"Raise your arms."  I do as instructed.
She pulls open the garment bag and retrieves the maid's dress.  I cringe at the thought.  I've worn it for the past week and grown to hate it.  She slides it over me, the now familiar prickles from the lining flaring on my skin as it slides.  It finds its place over me.  She moves to my back, zips the top.  I feel the fur of the collar flip up and the buckle cinch snugly around my neck.  A lock clicks I present my arms.  She turns up the cuff at the wrist, cinches the buckle, locks it, and "hides" it by returning the fur cuff to its original position.  This repeats with the other wrist.

"I can't even imagine how uncomfortable that must be," she states to no one.  Lisa motions me to a small stool in the corner.  I sit. She retrieves a second box and brings its contents to me.
"You or me?" she asks, holding up the hat.  I lean my head forward and feel it slide onto my head.  I want to cry.
"I may need help with this one."  After a few moments of fidgeting, she places the harness over my head.  I bow my head and lean toward her.  The buckle closes behind my head and the lock clicks in place.  I sit upright and raise my chin.  The buckle closes and a click follows.  She tugs on the straps, inspecting her work.
"That's just fine."

Lisa opens the final box.
"These were just completed!"  The box opens and she presents me with a pair of high heeled boots.  I cringe.  I place the boots upon my feet and zip them up the sides.
"Right foot."  I raise my right leg.  Lisa takes my foot in her hands, flips up the fur cuff, secures the strap, lock, and covers them back up with the fur.
"Left foot."  We repeat.
"Stand up and show me."  Lisa can't contain her excitement, she's giddy.
"Oh my God, you're so cute.  I couldn't believe it when Mistress said we were making a locking leather maid's uniform.  I couldn't even imagine it... but this... hah!"  My heart sinks.
"I can't wait to show it to the clients!"  My eyebrows raise.  My pulse quickens.  My nerves fire, I am uneasy.
"I forgot, Miss Cassandra didn't tell you, today you're modeling it for some VIP clients."
A small noise emerges from the back of my throat resembling a whimper.

"So tell me, fs, how do you feel on your big day?"
"I don't feel very good, Miss Lisa..." I can't look her in the eye.
"Just follow my lead and I'm sure you'll be fine.  If you do everything correctly I'll give you a reward by telling Miss Cassandra just how well-behaved you were."
She pats my head.  I blush.
"Thank you, Miss Lisa, I'll do my best for you."

Lisa opens the far door.  I follow her into the showing room.  Mistress is seated on her throne.  She wears her work robe.  It's a replica of her robe at home but black instead of red.  She wears its matching hat and a pair of leather gloves.  A chime rings in over the speaker.  Lisa departs and enters with the client.
"Would you like a visitor's robe, Dom?" asks Mistress, facing the visitor.
"Yes, Cassie, I think I would."  Mistress claps her hands together.
I quickly retrieve a red robe from the hanger on the wall.  The woman extends her arm and peers over her shoulder.  She's very attractive.  I notice her dark red lips contrasting against her fair skin and long black hair.  She's tall and slender, like Mistress.  She wears a red gown with opera length gloves.  A large gold ring covers the index finger on her right hand curving to a point at the tip.  A talon.

I slide the robe onto her carefully.
"slave, this is Miss Dominque, one of our best clients.  Treat her with respect."
"Yes, Mistress."  I bow my head.
Dominque sits in the throne next to Mistress.  They lean towards each other to talk.  A small table separates the two chairs.  I approach her with a lowered head.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Dominique."  She extends her hand.  I take it gently in mine, bow, and place a small kiss on the back of her glove.
"I've got to say, Cass, your slave truly has exceptional manners."
"Thank you, Dom.  He has been very trainable so far.  Would you like some wine?"  Dominique nods.  Mistress nods at me.  I retrieve a silver tray from a cart in the corner with two glasses and a bottle of wine.  I approach them carefully, setting out each glass on the table and filling them before returning the tray to the cart.

"I'm really looking forward to this presentation, Cass."
"I'm glad to hear it, Lisa has been excited too.  It's her first showcase of our 'naughty goods,'" Mistress laughs.

Lisa takes me by the hand and leads me to the front of the room.  A bright light shines on me, obstructing my vision.  I can't see Mistress or her client.  Lisa wheels up a cart next to us and begins to speak. it's a sales pitch.

"The dress offers a durable leather outer and the fur trim offers concealment of the onboard bondage gear.  As you'll notice, a quick flip of the collar or cuffs reveal locking straps and a low visibility bondage ring that threads through to the surface so you can restrain your sissy without the need for additional devices."

Lisa holds up my hands.  She hooks her finger through one of the rings on the wrist cuffs and shakes it before letting it fall, again hidden in the fur.  She turns forward the fur cuff and moves my arm to show the strap and lock before returning it to position.  Lisa turns me, facing away, and lifts the collar exposing the strap and lock before letting it down and facing me forward.

"The nipples remain exposed to remind the sissy that he's a flat chested male instead of a girl and allowing for easy access to nipple torture while still dressed."

Her finger circles the nipple holes and gives one a light flick.  I flinch as my face flushes red.

"The belt cinches tightly around the waist and includes a locking buckle and multiple attachment points."

Lisa jingles the bondage rings at each point, turns me to show the lock, and faces me forward again.  My lip quivers.  I'm a human mannequin.

"I should note that it took our design team quite a bit of work to ensure that the fur doesn't touch the sissy's skin.  They get all the visible frills but none of the pleasure of its touch.  Our lead designer was absolutely set on this idea so we made it happen."

My brain screams, "Kimmy!"

"The next two features are optional.  We have the 'full exposure' hem, modeled by our slave, that slopes and contours leaving the sissy's genitals and bottom exposed."

Lisa's hands make a box around the front of my chastity belt.  I want to die.  She turns me and I feel all eyes on my bruised buttocks.  Lisa applies a gentle slap and giggles.  I twitch.  She turns me again.

"The traditional hem is more suitable for public use and features a rear slit that allows you to hang the rear of the dress from the belt when you need access, or as a feed point when you want to plug the sissy with a tail, inflatable, or locking plug."

Fear jolts me as I realize that this can get worse.

"The next option is something we are very proud of.  There are 2 different lining choices.  Standard satin or punishment.  The satin is nice but the punishment lining was developed to put the sissy into a state of constant discomfort.  The material is designed to itch, chafe, prick, and irritate the skin without causing any actual harm.  It's really glorious to know he's suffering and can't do anything about it.  Standard sizing is available or custom fitting for an additional charge."

My eyes close and my cheeks burn.  Kimmy.

"The slave here is showing off head piece type A."

Lisa makes a box around my head with her hands.

"Instead of a traditional maid's cap we have a hat with an over-sized pom pom that just wreaks of 'sissy,' secured on by our newly designed earmuff harness.  This combines a pair of fur earmuffs with a more traditional bondage head harness.  It utilizes a series of straps and locking buckles to ensure they stay in place."

Lisa pats my ears and gives a gentle tug on the harness.  This barely feels real.  My breathing gets heavy.

"This is based upon our deluxe harness featuring easy locking attachment points for optional blindfolds, side blinders, and gags without the need for running yet another strap.  Gags attachments are available in bit style, traditional ball, O ring, or my personal favorite, penis gag with dildo ring."

As she speaks she lifts items off of the cart in front of her.

"Head piece B is still in development but it will be a bonnet-style design.  It should be ready for trial in 2 to 4 weeks.  The ensemble is completed with some fur trimmed stay up thigh highs with optional bells and matching high-heeled boots that have the same locking bondage system as the dress cuffs.  I should note the fur on the stockings is modular and can be transferred to a different pair when the others wear out."

"What about gloves?" asks Dominique.

"I almost forgot to mention them since our slave does a lot of cleaning, but there are optional mittens or gloves that can be secured to the sleeves with a similar locking mechanism used on the gag and blinder options."

"Are there fist mitts?"
"We can definitely make those on request."

"Color options?"
"The slave is showing the first color option, which is dark pink leather with light pink trim and fur.  Stock colors will include black with dark pink, light pink with white, or baby blue with white.  Custom colors are available upon request."

"Interesting.  Can I inspect him?"
"Anything you want, Dom," says Mistress.
"Bring the cart."

Lisa moves across the room and sits down.  I wheel the cart over to the thrones.  I feel Dominque's eyes trace over me from head to toe.
I kneel in front of her.  She slowly peels the glove from her left hand.  Her fingers run through the fur on my collar.  She slides them in, rubbing the inside.
"That really does feel terrible.  Tell me, slave, how does it feel?"  I lower my head.  She intimidates me.
"It feels awful and it hurts, Miss Dominique."
"Any trouble with rashes?"
"No, Miss Dominique."
"How many days have you worn this?"
"This is my 7th day, Miss Dominique."
"Are you able to take it off without permission?"
"No, Miss Dominique.  I can't get my hands or neck out without the locks being undone."

Her fingers find the bondage ring at the front of the collar and gives a firm tug.  I tumble forward almost losing my balance.

"How does it make you feel on the inside, slave?"  My lip quivers.  I can't breathe.  My face burns.
"M... Miss Dominque... it feels... so bad... it hurts."  I barely spit the words out.

Her red lips part into a wide grin.  She runs her left hand over various parts of the dress, fidgeting with buckles and rings.  She takes my chin in her other hand, cupping my cheeks with her thumb and fingers.  She lightly rakes the talon down my cheek.
"Look me in the eye, slave."  Our eyes meet.  I'm shivering.  Her aura is not like Mistress's.  My eyes become moist.

"Does it make you want to cry?" she asks, dragging out the words.
"Yes, Miss Dominique," I whisper.  She laughs and shoves my chin away.

She continues her inspection, slowly tracing the metal talon over my body.  It stops at my nipple.  Rake, rake.  I flinch.

"So, Cass, this was your other sub's design?"
"Yes she did, Dom, she surpassed my expectations."
"Hah.  She must REALLY hate him.  I don't think even I could have come up with a design with so much thought on pure humiliation and suffering.  Are you sure she's not a Domme?"
Mistress laughs.
"Oh, I'm sure, she's just a little... territorial?  Well, maybe very territorial."

"I'll start with 4."  Lisa picks up a pen and a tablet.
"2 dark pink and light pink, punishment material, full exposure hem.  2 black with dark pink, punishment material, standard hem.  4 pairs of fist mitts, matching colors.  2 sets of blinders, 2 blindfolds, 2 penis gags.  Are the boots included?'

"Yes, Dom, they're part of the set.  Don't you want to know how much it costs?"
"Nope, I don't care.  I know perfection when I see it.  I'll send my boys down to get measured on Tuesday if that works."
"Tuesday is great."

"Is your slave for rent, Cass?  I think I'd like devouring him"
A shiver crawls up my spine.  She taps her talon on my nipple.  I swallow.  My sex presses against its tube.  She can smell my fear.
"I don't know if he could, handle you, Dom" Mistress speaks in a half-serious tone.
"Aww, I'd be gentle."
"How about a trade?  My 2 boys for your 1 for a couple of days."
"I didn't think you were that serious, Dom, let me give it some though."

Dominique turns her attention to me.  She holds out her glove.  I take it in my hands.  She extends her left hand and wiggles her fingers.  I roll up the glove and slide the end over her fingers and gently extend it up her arm.
"Smart boy.  Your Mistress has trained you well."

She tugs at my chin-strap and pulls my head forward.  Het talon taps the earmuff.  I swallow.  My mouth is dry.  I feel a chill.
She speaks in lustful breaths, "I... Want to hear... You scream."
I shiver.  My eyes look towards Mistress.  She's smiling.  So beautiful.  Her hand slowly moves on her lap.

Dominique's fingers crush my nipples.  My eyes shut tight and I whimper.
"Pleeeeaaaase, Cass?"  she giggles.  "Look at how scared he is!  I can't make a boy this terrified and not get to finish it.  I'll give you $5,000 for 1 day."

Mistress speaks.  "Slave, how would you like to be on loan to Mistress Dominique?"
I swallow, unable to speak.  There's no warmth in her eyes.
"Answer me, slave."  My eyes scream "no."
"I will do whatever pleases you, Mistress."

I feel Dominique's toe tap against the front of my belt.  I can smell her.  It's different than Mistress.  She's on fire.
"Cass, I'll even throw in that cape that I got in Switzerland that you've always loved."
"That's so not fair, Dom, appealing to my weakness."  Dominique smiles.  Evil.
"The cape and the hat, and 5 grand for 1 day."  My fear grows.
"Kimmy and I are going on that trip at the end of the month..."
I watch Mistress, her gears are turning.  Her hand moves faster.
"Fuck.  Dom you are such a bitch.  I'll take the cape and hat, keep the money.  You can have 8 hours but I have some conditions."

"Let the negotiations begin."  Dominique grins and places her hand on my head.  I don't like this.
"No lips, no tongue, no penetration, and no marks."  Reality sinks in.  Sweat beads on my face.
"Be reasonable, Cass!  How can you expect me to enjoy myself with no marks?"
"If you want it bad enough, you'll find a way, Dom.  That's the only offer that will be on the table."
"Cass, you know that cape and hat are one of a kind from that designer you love.  He made those for me as payment for a session.  They're trimmed in ermine!"
"No lips, no tongue, no penetration, and no marks."  Mistress's lips part into a grin.  She's winning and she knows it.
"Fine, but I want 12 hours.
"Deal."  The air leaves my body.  I feel faint.  I look up at Mistress.  I barely recognize her.

Dominique's hand turns my chin facing me to her.  She leans close, uncomfortably close.  She's breathing deep.  I watch her nostrils flare in rhythm.
"I'm looking forward to it, little one." She beams a blinding smile.  "I will make you scream."

She turns to Mistress.
"I'll have my boys deliver the cape and hat when they come in for measurements.  Call me with the day and I'll make sure my schedule is clear."
Dominique's arm shoves me away and she rises from her throne.  Mistress rises to meet her,  they embrace and make small talk.  I don't hear their words.  My heart aches.

I hear Mistress's voice.  "Slave!  Stop zoning out.  Thank Miss Dominique for her patronage."

I rise and approach her.  I feel defeated.  I bow my head.
"Thank you very much, Miss Dominique.  Mistress appreciates your patronage."
She extends her hand.  I kiss it gently.
"I'll be counting the days, little one."  I blush.  "You know, Cass, having a slave mannequin really made this an easy sell.  I think you should do it more often for new products.  I had a blast."
"Just for VIPs, Dom.  I doubt the slave's heart could handle any more than that."

Mistress and Dominique leave the room together.  I find a corner and collapse.  Tears flow.  Lisa approaches and puts her arm on my shoulder.
"Are you okay, fs?"  I shake my head.
"Is it because Miss Cassandra just traded you for a cape and hat?"  I nod.
She rubs my shoulders.  The fabric burns and chafes.  I flinch.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, fs.  I forgot this has the punishment lining."  She moves her hand and places it on my cheek.
"This might not make you feel better but that cape and hat are worth at least $15,000.  $15,000 for 12 hours.  Doesn't that make you feel valuable?"  I crack a small smile.  Lisa is kind.
"Dry those tears, we have 4 more VIPs to go."  My eyes shut tight.

A dominant wife who feminizes her husband as a punishment.

A pro dominatrix.

A fetish club owner.

A slave owner with a full stable.

I can barely stand.  The maid's uniform is a success.  5 clients, 5 sets of orders.  I hear Lisa praising me to Mistress.  Mistress turns to me and smiles.  My heart aches for her.  I love her.  They close up shop.

I bow my head.
"Thank you, Miss Lisa for being such an excellent guide for me today, your presentations were truly wonderful."
"You are welcome, fs.  I'll be seeing you pretty soon."  This puzzles me.

Mistress chimes in before I can process.
"I wish I could reward you with some time off this week, Lisa, but I think we'll be swamped with orders.  I will make sure you get a nice bonus plus commission on your next check.
"Thank you, Miss Cassandra.  I'll have some time off when you go on your trip."

I help Mistress into the car.  The gate rises.  I'm so tired I don't even care how I'm dressed.  I climb into the pet carrier and we drive home.

A few hours later we are in the dungeon.  It's Sunday. I'm normally excited.  I'm exhausted.    She senses this.  She skips the shackles tonight.  I assume my position against the wall, legs spread, arms extended with my palms flat against the wall above me.  Mistress still has me in uniform.  It stings.
"I'm proud of you, slave, you served me well today. All of the ladies were impressed at your behavior."
My mouth moves into something resembling a smile.
"But, good behavior is something to be expected, not rewarded.  A slave must be constantly reminded of his place or he quickly forgets."
The paddle bites my flesh.  Smack.  I grunt, my body recoils.
Smack.  I exhale rapidly.
Smack.  A light whimper.
Smack.  Mistress is kind.
Smack.  I yelp.  She knows today was hard on me.
Smack.  My eyes begin to tear.
Smack.  She chose the least painful tool in her arsenal.

"Worship me."
I turn, kneel, and kiss her feet.  First the right foot, then the left.  It's milking day.  Mistress places her hand on my head and plays with the fur.  I don't like being milked.  She knows this.  I haven't been backing up as badly the last few weeks.  Kimmy's torture ensures that I spend most of my time flaccid and afraid.

"Mount the horse."
I climb onto the bondage horse laying flat against its top.  Mistress secures my wrists and ankles to the eyes on its legs.
"You've earned something special tonight."  I hear her footsteps behind me.  Leather and metal rustles.  She moans lightly.  She just strapped on her Reverb**.  Mistress normally milks me with a prostate wand.

There's a mirror in front of us.  I look up and see her figure behind me.  She's in her robe and hat.  The robe hangs open, exposing her breasts.  My sex presses violently against the tube.  Her hands caress my buttocks.  They're covered in lube and glide painlessly over my bruised skin.  My body tenses and my breathing quickens.  We've only done this once before.  I cried.  Never since.

I feel the lube slide into my crack.  My body shakes.  My fingers twitch.  I feel the words "no" creeping up the back of my throat.  Mistress pauses.
"Are you going to cry, slave?"
I nod.  She sighs.
"You know that sobbing ruins my orgasm."
I hang my head in shame.
"Do you want the gag?"
I nod again.

I see her retrieve some items from the table in the mirror.  She comes around the horse.  I open my mouth.  Mistress inserts the gag, locking it to the harness.  The blindfold follows.  The shaking continues.  I don't want this.  Please.

I feel something press against me.  It's large.  Too big.  She slaps my rear.  I let out a muffled yelp.
"Relax... slave.  Relax or this will really hurt.  I don't want for you to end up in diapers."
I try to clear my head.  Relax.  Relax.  I picture Lisa's gentle touch.  Calm.

Violation.  My arms and legs spasm in reflex.  I feel her inside me.  I try to moan.  My eyes fill with tears.  She presses deeper.  My mind spins.  Vulnerable.  Frail.  Deeper.  My head snaps back.  I can feel her thighs against mine.  I weep.  Her hands cup my hips.  Out and in.  Out and in.  Make it stop.

She thrusts and lets out a deep moan.  Again.
"Oh, fuck, slave."  Mistress loves this.  She only curses when she loves it.  I hate this feeling.  I love her pleasure.  My mind plays games to endure.  If something this terrible brings her pleasure, that makes it good, right?

Another thrust.  I sob.  She builds a rhythm.  My shoulders and head buck in reaction.  I cling to the only thing I have left.  I love her.  I don't need pride.  I don't need dignity.  I don't need freedom.  I need her.  I love her.  She is my everything.

Mistress's moans break my train of thought.  She's moving faster, deeper with each thrust.  I feel my tube fill with liquid and slowly drain.  Mistress keeps going.  She breathes so loud I can see her chest heaving up and down in my mind.

"Fuck, slave!  Fuck, fuck!"  She spits out words between gasps and moans.  She pumps.  Then again.  Another.  She lets out a cry and I feel her fluids on my thighs.  A deep breath, and then another.  She slides out.  My body collapses flat against the horse.  I feel the blindfold release.  It's soaked with my tears.  The gag comes next.  I let out a weak whimper.  Mistress bends down and presses my face into her breasts.  I sob.

"Shh, pet, it's over."  She pets my head.  I cry harder.  "I love you so much, pet.  I'm so proud of you."  She rocks back and forth cradling my head.
"You make me so happy."

My tears slowly subside.  I whisper, "I love you, Mistress."

She unlocks me from the horse. I dismount.. She points at her hand.  I present mine.  She turns up each cuff and unlocks the buckles, dropping the padlocks onto the floor.  I turn around.  She repeats this process with my collar.  The dress slides over my head.  I kneel and tilt my head forward and then back as the locks release.  She removes the harness and then the hat.  I lay on my back and raise my feet.  She removes the first boot.  Then the second.  I slowly lower my legs and return to my knees.  I bend forward and kiss her feet.  First the right foot, then the left.

I stay bowed.  I feel broken.  She is my Goddess.  I love her.  She is my everything.
Mistress crouches down and embraces me, placing her chest on my naked back.

"pet, do you remember when you wrote the fantasy about being put on display in front of women, quote, 'like a piece of meat,' unquote?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Cross that off the bucket list." She laughs.  I don't.
"Do you remember when you wrote the fantasy about being pegged quote, 'unmercifully by a fur Goddess,' unquote?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Do you wish you hadn't written those?"
"Do they bring you pleasure, Mistress?"
"Yes, pet, they bring me a lot of pleasure.  I love them."
"Then I am glad I wrote them, Mistress.  I love you more than anything."
"I love you too, pet.  And just for the record, I didn't grant you speaking privileges yet.  I'll have to punish you for that tomorrow."  She laughs.  I don't.

We move upstairs to her bedroom and head for the shower.  I help Mistress out of her robe, hat, and slippers, kiss her feet, and start the water.  Mistress moves across the room and opens the wall safe with the finger-print lock.  It's cleaning time.  I steal a glance at her nude body.  She's beautiful.  I love her.  The tube blocks my attempt.

I turn and place my hands behind my head.  She takes each wrist and handcuffs my hands behind my back.  She leads me into the shower.  The warm water feels great.  Mistress inserts the key and unlocks the front tube of the chastity belt.  She smiles and watches my cock return to life.

She fills the tube with liquid soap, inserts a small brush, and gives it a quick scrubbing.  It pains me to see her cleaning but in this case it's necessary.  She rinses the front plate and sets it down.

Mistress works up a soapy lather in her hands.  She looks me in the eyes and plunges her tongue into my mouth, locking her lips over mine.  I return the kiss and feel her hands encase my genitals.  The kiss lasts forever.  Her hands fondle and scrub until my penis is clean and standing upright.  She takes a step back and smiles.  Mistress reaches out and cups my testicles.
"I think we got it all earlier," she giggles.

I stare into her eyes.  Her smile is so warm.  Her eyes, alive and full of tenderness.  Her hands extend each pinching a nipple.  She pulls me toward her and our mouths meet.  My cock presses up against her.  I pump a little.  She pulls away.
She slaps it.  It goes limp.  She reaches down and quickly returns the plate to the front of the belt.  Metal imprisoning my sex.  She turns the key.  I turn around.  The locks on the cuffs release.
"Wash me."
I wet the sponge and douse it with her body wash.  I start at her shoulder.  I run the sponge near her neck, over her breast.  I trace out each rib.  She knows I'm teasing her but she enjoys it.  Down the arm, both sides of it.  She lifts, I gently wash her armpit.  I swirl the sponge across her back, starting at the top and working my way down.  Back up her ribs, one by one.  She lifts her arm, I wash her.  I glide over her abdomen, twisting around her belly button.  Slowly back up, I give attention to her breast.  Her eyes are closed.  Her hips squirm.

I gently caress her cheeks.  I move my mouth close to hers.  She feels my breath.  Her lips part in anticipation.  I don't move.
"Kiss me."   I was waiting for that.
I plant my lips upon hers.  The sponge works its way down.  With our lips locked I slowly swirl the sponge towards her crotch.  It dances up and down, not quite reaching all the way.  Her hips move in full motion, chasing it around.

Mistress bites my lip.  The sponge finds its way down.  I gently caress her, she grinds against me.  I long for her.  Tease.  Tease.  Her naval twists and swivels. I haven't finished washing her legs yet.
"You fucking tease, pet."  She grins as I lower to my knees.  I kiss her feet.  First the right foot, then the left.  The sponge follows.  Slowly along the tops of her feet, her shins and calves.  I take my time.  The backs of her knees.  Her posture screams at me, she's aching.  Up her hip, her thigh, her inner thigh.

The sponge meets the tile.  I lean in.  She leans against the wall, arching.  My hands grasp her buttocks.  My face meets her sex.  My lips lock.  Tongue flicking.  She moans.  Gentle suction.  My tongue presses harder.  Her pelvis tilts.  That's the spot.  I glance up, her head leans back, mouth open, eyes closed.  She's beautiful.  I love her.  My Mistress.  My Goddess.

I press my index and middle fingers together and slowly slide them in.  Her chest expands with a deep breath.  Finding the G-spot is easy, her clit is hard on both ends.  I stagger the motions between my tongue and fingers.  Tongue up, fingers down.  Fingers up, tongue down.  Her hands find my head.  She's tired of my games.

I synchronize the motions, swirling my tongue and fingers together.  She cries out.  Her hands slide along my scalp.  She misses my hair.  I notice.  My thoughts flash on Kimmy but I shake them away.  I alternate my pressure from gentle to firm, firm on the sweet spot, gentle on the edges.  Mistress grinds.  I follow.

I increase my pace.  She makes sounds.  "Ah, ah, ah."  More pressure.  Faster.  Her nails dig into my scalp.  I spread my fingers into a narrow V and slide them back and forth.  I feel it in her.  Flip flip.  Flip flip.  Her thighs begin to quake.  I increase the suction of my lips.  My tongue flails, pressing, shifting, pressing, shifting.  Fingers continue.  Mistress lets out a squeal.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, pet.  Fuck!"

She coats me with her juices.  I slow but don't stop.  Gentle.  Small circles.  My fingers are together again.  Suction is light.  Tongue fluid and loose.  Small circles.  Faster.  More pressure.  Faster.  More pressure.  I feel her insides spasm and relax.  Her head tilts back, she moans.  Small convulsions.  Her thighs shake for several seconds.  I slow but don't stop.  I move faster.  Small circles.  I feel the muscles tighten.  Her mouth won't close.  Her chest heaves.  Every breath makes a sound.

Faster.  More pressure.  My tongue cups and flicks, flattens and presses.  Faster.  More pressure.  My fingers and tongue meet on either end of her clit.  Tiny circles, faster.  Dabs, more pressure.  Faster.  Deep breaths.
"Oh... oh... oh... oh. oh. oh. oh oh oh oh oh."  Spasms.  I keep going.
"Oh oh oh oh oh oh."  Another spasm.  I keep going.
"Oh oh oh fuck fuck fuck fuck, pet!" I feel her inner muscles shake uncontrollably.  I hold my fingers still and relax my lips.  Quiver, shake.  Her entire body convulses.  5 seconds.  10 seconds.  12 seconds.  I gently remove myself and look at up her.

Her mouth remains open.  Her breathing slowly recovers.  I watch her chest, her ribs, her breasts.  Their pace gradually returning to normal.  Her head rises.  Her eyes are staring into "nowhere."

"Stand up."
I rise.  She throws her arms around my neck, pulls me close, and forces her tongue into my mouth.  She devours me.  She grinds her crotch against my thigh.  Her eyes are still empty, like a doll's.  I rub my hands along her back.  Her tongue hasn't stopped.  She hugs me tighter.  She slowly relaxes.  Our lips part.  Her arms release me.  Her eyes return and meet mine.  Her mouth shifts into a grin.  I can feel her love.

"What was that, pet?  You may speak."
"I wanted to try something new, Mistress. Did you like it?"
The grin becomes a smile.  She laughs.  I'm happy.
"I can't believe it.  It felt like my entire body had an orgasm and once it started, it didn't stop."
I smile.
"Brat, remember, you're just a lowly slave, don't get too proud of yourself."
"I love you so much, Mistress."
"I love you too, pet.  I think you've ruined me, pet."
"Ruined you, Mistress?"
"You know I'm going to want that every time from now on."  She smiles.  I love her.
"Speech privileges removed."

She turns off the water.  I retrieve a towel and gently pat her dry.  Mistress's cheeks glow.  She's vibrant and alive.  I'm happy.  I quickly dry myself off and hang up the towel.  She wraps another towel around her hair.
"Robe, slippers." I fetch them.  Mistress paces across the room, opens the wall safe, returns the key, and closes it.  She stands next to the bed and extends her arm.  I slide the robe onto her arm and around her body.  Then the other arm.  I straighten the collar around her neck.
"Leave it open."

She sits upon the bed.  I kneel, slide on each slipper, and kiss her feet.  First the right foot, then the left.  She looks down at me.  Her smile and her eyes look so peaceful, so happy.  Joy fills my heart.  I love her.  I admire her body.  My sex strains against the tube.

"I have something special in mind that we haven't done in a long time.  Fetch the collar, wrist and ankle cuffs, and the hogtie."


**A fictitious dildo similar to a Feeldoe or Share.  This one is silicon with improved angles and an internal carbon fiber shaft that is curved in such a way that when more pressure is applied to the external head or shaft, more pressure is applied to the internal head.  It can be used strapless or with a harness.  Mistress prefers to use a harness so she can have more leverage.


  1. I held off on commenting on your second part of the story to soak in the effect of the extreme cruelty in the Kimmy character and the hell she put you through (always assuming it is indeed you and your fantasies on display here). I wondered if part 3 would continue in the unremitting level of cruelty on her part, but find the entrance of a new character - Dominique - who exhibits a different sort of cruelty, with much more to come, I'm sure. Can't help but wonder, fur, just how much of this reflects your actual experiences. I suspect this story is more of a fantasy than a reflection of your own past reality, and I'm intrigued as to the level of torture you're evidently seeking. Or am I wrong?

    At any rate, the story is moving along nicely, with our hapless and helpless slave hero undoubtedly due for more horrible experiences, modified with moments of love and even tenderness from his mistress, whose character remains the most intriguing of the bunch, at least for me. I also see that you're using your "evil torture items" imagination to come up with more diabolical devices. I well remember some of our past conversations about such things, and I know you love to design them in your mind. I have the same proclivity, so I understand your excitement about such items. That punishment lining being a case in point.

    And finally, as to a title, how about something to reflect the "be careful what you wish for" theme you keep returning to? Fantasies fulfilled with unexpected consequences. Maybe just "Unexpected Consequences", or something akin to that. Just a suggestion - I'm sure you'll come up with something soon. In the meantime, onward to part 4!

    1. Thank you very much, Lady Grey.

      Much of this is based upon actual experience. The list of fantasies written out once a day during the early part of the relationship. Many of the intimacy scenes are based upon them as well. Several other things as well.

      Anything that isn't a true experience is based upon a fantasy I have had at some point and communicated to the Domme I was serving. My logical brain is smart enough to know "be careful what you wish for," but in the deepest parts of my subspace, I have at some time or another, fantasized and wished for many of these things to happen at least once, or for a week, etc.

      I will think about the title. To be honest, the original concept had a modified version of Part 2 (with part 1 as a flashback) that was intended to be a "cheap jerk off fantasy" based upon something that I thought was hot and wanted to draw, but knew was unsustainable as a long-term for reality purposes. As things have gone, a message has clearly started to surface. From my own headspace, as I write I'm writing it more as a testament to love and devotion of a submissive. To endure through your own decisions, evolve in order to adapt, and so on. Part 4 finally gives the fs part some meaning :)

      Take care.

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    1. Thank you, Miss Lily.
      Are there any parts you enjoyed the most? The least?

      Take care.

  3. I received these comments via email and got permission to post them here:

    You did well in continuing the theme that fs has been left to Kimmy to take care of. I love how even the scene where Kimmy is releasing fs shows her continued hatred although she is not being excessively toturous in this scene.

    I enjoyed the cold shower, knowing that it gave no releif to sore muscles. The line
    "I soap my rear and flinch. The bruises never seem to fade. "

    Was perfectly placed. It fueled my sadistic thoughts and enjoyment of his pain. I imagine this same line holds great significance to any sub who reads it. Those painful reminders of a Mistresses care are often treasured. This line just may be my favorite quote from part 3.

    The image of Mistress inspecting the clean shaven fs after his shower was quite nice. I can just imagine him standing there exposed . ...And the thought of seeing and touching those bruises that would stand out on his skin.

    I actually smiled when Mistress offered to allow fs to sit in the front next to her, knowing it was a tease.

    I found myself surprised that fs was fighting tears and not more proud of the opportunity to please Mistress during the fashion show. I dont have much to say about this part of the story, although I do like the maid outfit that he modeled . I will order one in black with grey trim, with the full exposure hem.

    I enjoyed reading about Dominique inspecting fs. Being "given" to another Domme for a short time seems to be a popular fantasy. Again you done well in showing his pain and fear as he was poked and prodded.

    I am very happy that you chose to include the cleaning and milking that accompanies the chastity belt. I am even more happy to see that it wasnt left to Kimmy. I also enjoyed that fs didn't enjoy the milking part as he was in pain. I was expecting a prostate massage more than milking based on the pegging.

    I love the shower scene at the end of part 3. I love the great amount of detail in regard to his technique. This shower scene would not have been this good without your wonderful attention to detail.

    Overall I felt that this piece had everything. There was pain, and sore reminders of pain from previous sessions, humiliation, pleasure, nice imagery, clear consise writing that followed the story line. I feel that you will reach a broud audience based on the fantasies mentioned and the way they were presented.

    Did I mention that I loved this one? :D

    1. My reply to said comments:

      Fs's feelings during the fashion show were based upon a few things
      1. Being sissified is still new to him.
      2. While he may have been on display as a sub before to a handful of others, it was pre-fem.
      3. Only Ms, Theresa, and Kimmy had seen him up until this point.
      4. Ms blindsided him twice. Sundays are supposed to be very light in comparisons to other days. The modeling gig and being shown to Lisa and then some strangers messed him up and left him mentally off balance and unstable. Uncertain of how to react to the bombardment of fears and stimuli.

      I admit the actual fashion show part wreaked of my personal fears/fetishes. It was mostly to continue kimmy's hatred as well as establishing the "inescapable humiliation" feel.

      The car scene with offering for him to sit in front was my tribute to mind fucking :)

      I was back and forth on the milking scene. Originally I was going to go with a wand massage but decided to go with pegging instead (even though he was expecting a wand massage).

      The shower scene was based on actual events. I doubt I could have been that detailed otherwise.

      Take care, thank you for the thorough feedback.

  4. Obviously, I have no problem wearing women's clothing but the human mannequin part, and the outfit, would have my emotions spinning in every direction. And I don't want to admit how I feel about him being loaned out for a couple items of clothing.

    I really like how you write, fur.

    1. Thank you, Misty.

      The outfit definitely sets a baseline dynamic for the entirety of the work. The real life version of the outfit has always made my emotions spin out of control.

      Dominique's character has been my favorite character to write for much of the series but honestly she is scary as hell in this arc :)

  5. Another fantastic chapter, furcissy! Looking forward to seeing where things go with Dominique...she seems truly wicked!

    1. Thank you very much, Nora.

      I am glad you are enjoying it. Dominique is an interesting one :)

      Take care.