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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-yes!” I said, I had not seen female beauty for a long time, my 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 coat, and pulls the chair out for her!” The tone sounded somehow familiar, but I was so glad to have such pleasant company that I did not care. I helped her to take off her long, elegant cut leather coat, revealing a short, equally elegant cocktail dress underneath. She was a real knock-out, hardly over twenty years old. “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 that I thought, “oh, what the hell!” and ordered it from the waitress. Cristal was just about the most expensive champagne there was, and I barely had enough money 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?”

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

walking on. “Oh. Priya really knew how to make a grand entrance. take the bus 352A and get yourself to the Palace bus-stop. so I have the palace completely to myself. talking on the phone with her classmate from college. Thank you so much for the offer.” “How wonderful for you!” The stranger laughed.” Sagar said. you are here to visit the Maharaja?” A stranger asked Sagar as he got down. and Sagar promptly got down at the bus stop.MistressPriya. you do know how to find my palace?” “I suppose all roads would lead there. but this really took his breath away: well-dressed and elegant like nobody else. approximately one kilometer away. It was between ten and twelve in the morning. Sagar. “But finishing homework is the highest priority. “Or to admire the beautiful daughter they have?” Sagar shook his head and blushed.” “You‟re welcome!” Sagar stepped out of his modest house to catch the bus. Now. “That way I‟ll also get to see your wondrous pa lace for the very first time. but tell me anyway. The road turned to the right. but that we can do just as well in my palace. alligator!” I ran away as fast as my legs could carry me.” “I‟ll be there.com The last thing I noticed was Sophia‟s mocking smile. We will have to complete our homework assignment. but Sagar knew that Priya could hardly make it before twelve. “Well. “See you later. “She‟s as brilliant as she is beautiful!” “How very true. 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. that too.” Sagar said.” “Alright. he heard a horse coming down the lane. Priya.” “Yes. “Mom and dad are away. It was on time. I will meet you there at noon. the .” Priya said. I will come over. and he caught his first glimpse of the awe-inspiring palace.” Sagar said. Suddenly. “I‟m supposed to do homework with her this weekend.

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

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

and a nice table. because that allegory is not so far-fetched really!” Well. “If you write a poor application you will never get your dream job. “Just thinking of your position right now. tomorrow I will let Rahul come down here and whip you. “It‟s for my entertainment. a studious and brilliant girl.MistressPriya. .” she said with an evil laugh. makes me so hot for Rahul. 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. No alcohol. “Be a good boy and don‟t go anywhere. an elegant and carefully selected restaurant. if any. I had made an effort. Let‟s just say that‟s your small contribution to my enchanting Saturday night …” Sagar tried to move his hands and break free. Calling them is not good enough and I do not wish to sit by the kitchen door!” She said. bound and helpless. I shall watch and laugh at you. just as if you talk too much rubbish at the bank. closing the cellar and ignoring his words lik e he didn‟t exist. “Go there personally and book a table. casual wear but nice enough. now I was there. left for silly things. have a nice evening…” Priya said. “And whatever you do. the table was excellent. On top of that she was dominant. Tonight we‟re going to have an extra hot night in bed. Priya was a high-achieving medical student. “Have the same attitude when you approach me. I did not even want the smell of it. “Besides. blew him a kiss and disappeared up the stairs.” “You are doing that for me. laugh at your screams of pain and agony!” “Mercy. definitely used to have things her way and with a minimum of time. do not be late!” Well.” Priya said. the flowers fresh and I had a glass of mineral water in front of me. twenty minutes before. Priya wrapped the fur coat tighter about herself. He is even more cruel than I am!” “How does any of that serve you?” Sagar asked.com “I thought I‟d get to serve you and make you happy. Priya!” “So Sagar. the director will get annoyed and you wouldn‟t get your mortgage either!” She had warned me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

slave!” as Priya described it. for the way she always kept them fresh and unpredictable. they called me their slave and I guess I was just that. clothes off. What did she have planned for me this go around? “Picnic on Saturday. “Time for some adjustment of clothing. However. with no intention of coming in. (“As far as possible at your expense. I would have taken it gladly as a reward. I was all theirs. “time for some entertainment dear. but keep your eyes down!” and I went to it with feverish movements. Priya’s Picnic Priya‟s ingenuity when it came to torturing me knew no boundaries.” .MistressPriya. sheer pleasure as opposed to whipping out of punishment. Priya and her beloved are engaged and might even be marrying soon. And if they would have whipped me. and I have never experienced something like this in real life. Nobody could describe my feelings when I finally raised my eyes to see the young. I felt I was where I am supposed to be. Even though her punishments hurt physically.com While I was at their feet. saying with the sweetest yet utmost cruel and mocking smile. upwards respectively downwards!” Lady Priya‟s guest concluded as he helped his lady into her fur coat and at the same time snapped. They have however assured me that they would keep me as their slave. my boyfriend Rahul is also coming along!” Priya said. The door to my dungeon opened and Priya peeped in.) I do my utmost for them. I could always accept them with a smile. and that it is my duty to contribute to their comfortable. I knew my Master was watching me from behind and would whip me if I did not perform quickly enough. rather her incredible brilliance and creativity at it that never ceased to amaze me. “Slave. pretty Lady Priya raising her glass against me. “You better get ready soon. so would you please?” Rahul picked up the bull-whip and the leather started to rain down on me. and even so I get whipped. after that Lady Priya has successfully divorced me. It wasn‟t just her cruelty. amusing life in comfort and luxury. Successfully meaning that our marriage would turn into a contract where she has all the rights and I have all the obligations. there is an ocean of difference between whipping out of pleasure.

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

Of course the Master wouldn‟t allow happiness.” she laughed. Rahul jerked the leash tied to my neck and instantly brought me down to the muddy ground. in the middle of the forest. “You do know that you‟re going to sleep on this bed.” Priya said. “More!” she said again. “Hey. The lid slammed shut and the journey continued. look. If there was any possibility of making it more painful for me. she tested its strength of her knots. whilst I of course had to lay out the nettles with my bare hands. With a little tug. too. I crawled out of the little car‟s boot and ran around in the jungle. stood over me and giggled. green woods.” . Rahul and Priya. with a leash tied to my scrotum. “More!” Soon. It hurt to just touch those sharp -edged leaves. bound in the boot of a Saab convertible that drove through a bumpy road across the countryside.” Priya said. sacrificing the health of my flesh and skin in the process. I apprehensively laid out the last leaf and fearfully stared at the bed she had me prepare. The couple had forced me to roll around in the stinging bed. Priya’s Picnic – Part 2 The Saab Convertible finally stopped in the middle of the lush. I was more than eager to jump out of my bed of nettles. I began to cry from the pain and the loss of blood. sharing a little victory high-five with her boyfriend. This was the bittersweet ingenuity that Priya always showed in her punishments. and much of my flesh had been penetrated by the sharp leaves. that‟s enough. sitting on a bed of stinging nettles. to make room for more in my hand. so that Priya and Rahul could tug it as and when they felt like it. “Oh. With an area the size of the vehicle‟s trunk. The leash was led through the slit to the front. I picked out as many leaves as I possibly could hold and checked whether Priya would let me back in the car. stinging leaves. but continued to pick out more leaves. but I closed my eyes.” she finally said. accompanied by the sharp jerks of the leash. Here I was. But she said the dreaded word. Priya stepped close. I eagerly crawled back to the car. I couldn‟t even see the trap that I was putting myself into. Of course I would not know that until the couple. actually let me out of the vehicle‟s trunk. which had stung me all over my body quite thoroughly. don‟t you?” she smiled. She put on elegant white leather gloves. “Alright. while enjoying the blissful comfortable picnic with her boyfriend. happy to be away from the painful. She took out a leash and attached to my scrotum. It was the equivalent of sleeping on a bed of nails.com “Pick the largest ones in the middle!” she ordered. I stuck the stinging leaves across my chest and arms. We have a stool right here. Priya would surely have thought of that.MistressPriya. The pain was so blinding. “I want a bed of these leaves at the bottom of my trunk. it gets even worse. bore through it and picked out the very largest leaves as instructed. “Now you can get back in the trunk. I crawled back into the vehicle‟s boot. My only strategy in the trunk was to crush the leaves with my bones.

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

wait a second. I mustered up the energy required to stay completely still while the ants‟ activity slowly subsided.” “I know how to fix that. My body ran out of blood and energy do much else.” Priya observed. handcuffed to the tree. who did not hesitate for a moment to wield it on me. slave?” “Not at all. nothing less.” I said. at my expense. then spat it all out on my body. the couple managed to dig my penis into a crevice of the anthill. A rough neck. “Are you trying to outsmart us. slave. watching the little dutiful ants taking care of me. “There you go. “Aww. I was asking the ants!” She sipped the sweet lemonade.com “Oh. the ants feasted on my body. a two day bart and a cigarette constantly in his mouth. She showed me her forefinger.” Rahul said. I tightened my skin and the rest of my body. relentlessly. albeit in police uniforms. completely ecstatic. Thank you so much. Who knew. his leather jacket had seen better days. “would you like some lemonade?” “Oh my God! I would love some. so I began to play dead. Arrested He was two meters tall. sweet drink that Priya had gifted them with. “What. The ants began to make their way up my body to feast on the sugary. . lowering me right into the anthill. “Hey. Soon. carrying the last few sips of her lemonade drink in a bottle.” Rahul stopped her. The leather landed on me from them.MistressPriya. deciding that laying still would be the best strategy. Priya. As I shook. The stem weakened.” I mumbled. as the ants began their coordinated attack my body. each of which were the size of a frying pan! A heavy gun on one hip. I‟m so sorry. Priya. humiliation and blinding pain. Tired eyes.” He handed one of the whips to Priya.perhaps I wasn‟t playing at all. each time he saw me suffering in pain. baton and handcuffs on the other. turned it left and right and shook her head.” she said. no. With a lot of self-control. “Hey. The couple watched and laughed for a few minutes as the ants dealt their punishment on me. “Oh yes!” Rahul smiled with his usual sly attitude. then walked back towards the stem of the tree and kicked it at the bottom. Priya approached me. twisted and suffered from their blows. making his way towards the car and fetching two whips. one meter across and looked like he could rip apart people with his bare hands. “Not for you. Priya?” “You‟re standing still. that‟s not allowed!” Priya said. I was completely defenseless against their power. in preparation of the next whipping session.

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

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

By then I had given a full confession.com The interrogation went on for twenty long minutes. they could scratch and tear my skin more than most. sweetly and melodically. after which she was finally ready. dark red lips. accessible from all sides. “I had to do a psychological test on you!” . She summoned the big police officer. including some other things that I had on my conscience. an X in the middle of the room. she looked like the most amazing. gold jewelry and sleek black stiletto heeled sandals. She smiled devilishly at my misery. but let him stew a bit first!” Tortured by a snake In her long sleek cocktail dress of dark goldenlamé. who arrived immediately at the door. the long. shiny painted nails were not less cruel. book him in! I will treat him as my personal case tomorrow. stretched in her (but certainly not my) favorite position. having licked her tongue around the bloodthirsty. The sting was in the tail. “Well. exotic but nevertheless deadly reptile. I was naked. the long black bull whip which coiled on the floor and soon enough would dance on my body. “All right Officer Bruno. slave” she said softly.MistressPriya. Claws.

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

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

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

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

The thing that hurt most. as She receives me by Her free will and accord. your house. “Hence I do this by my own free will and accord. . This made me worried. essentially. a lot of help. “To unselfishly see to the comfort and pleasure of my Mistress!” I repeated like a mantra. was that I had. what are you doing??!” I asked myself over and over again. “at lea st not that kind of help. what “help” would I need for that??! “I am a free. to ensure her comfortable life at the expense of your own and live at Her capricious beck and call. right in front of me. to let loose. paid good money for this. honorable and respectable man and so is She.com I closed my eyes and bore the lashes as they cracked hard into my skin. however. cherished and beloved Mistress. The Enslavement “Are you mad Suhas. as it will be totally useless! “The strength to let go.MistressPriya. a woman I would never have thought I would meet and yet. car. You need help. my Mistress. here She is. Her mercy or merely lack thereof. period. everything! And what for? “To please another person. scared stiff to be honest. man!” “No you do not!” another voice within me said. to put my life in to the hands of my trusted. your career. What hurt even more was her mocking smile as she wielded the whip like an expert. “Giving up on your freedom.

MistressPriya. “Mr. but I know that whatever pleases you.com As much as I appreciated my Mistress‟s elegance. and that usually meant that she was displeased with me. I was at loss of words. only seconds after. . “And now you wonder if I would expect the same of you?” Madame had asked me. “Here it comes!” Mistress Priya sometimes had a habit of being very polite. wishes and desires of his Mistress. That is to say. to make sure that her message would get across. but such slaves are a very rare breed in deed. stock and barrel. what you have to fear is not so much the whip. I had seen her skillfully coiling Her single-tail whip around the hips of a twisting slave. “and it scares me. “Yes. As she had correctly pointed out. I shall endure! It is my duty as a slave!” She just gestured to the floor. “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. She always did this when he wished to make a point clear. “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. sharp intellect and pleasant manners in general. thus: “I hated. I removed my own pain and thought of the pleasure I was honored to give my Mistress. She was simply great at both. watching Her smile through my tear-filled eyes was a sufficient reward for me!” I swallowed when I heard this. the ideal slave I should say. feared and detested the whip! “But then the lash hit. “It is true that a slave. and I was there within seconds. but at the same time cold and formal.” I said. I also knew that this was nothing short of the devil in disguise. should be able to see to all of the needs. Once she had quoted a former slave of hers. I almost wanted to cry when I heard this. but my dissatisfaction! “My slaves exist to unselfishly provide comfort and pleasure for me and thereby achieve satisfaction for themselves!” she continued. have a drink at the bar of the club and charming some gorgeous man. lock. Suhas!” “Oh my God!” I thought. until my chin was gently raised by the crop in her hand. immensely enjoying it as She did so and then.

because I was allowed to and most of all. “Whipping boys are not exactly five a penny. mind. I would like to enter. Nobody ordered me. you will walk forever!” Her words could have been carved in stone. but where can I find such a devoted slave like you again? “You might think you have won in the lottery. because I wanted to. everything.com “Suhas. Then came the day when I was ready. “Cheers my slave!” She said and raised her glass. In short.” Mistress Priya had mentioned. to go through the door!” “Very well. if you leave me after walking through the door. there is still a way. but that does not mean I do not respect you. “But remember that walking through the door means giving it all up. you leave for me to decide your financial and social situation. because she always meant exactly what she said. “And you should be welcome! “However. because I was appreciated and cherished for doing so! The Enslavement – Part 2 “Your enslavement will be in two phases. and do not for a second imagine so. to eternal. but I did too… “We are not equals. “A preparatory one and a definite one. soul.” “You can still leave. I will only let you enter on this coming Saturday!” . then!” She answered. even after your enslavement. possessions. “You have so many qualities. but still in fairly generous supply.MistressPriya. such extraordinary qualities I should say. and you can decide for yourself when you wish to walk through the door leading from preparatory to definite. that I could easily refrain from such bagatelles as maltreatment of any kind. “Goddess. none but myself.” “Though if you do. but in the next moment I pressed my lips against the leather of her gleaming shoe… Because I could.” she said and smiled. body. “During the preparatory phase you will still have full freedom to go back to your normal life.

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

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

and I will try to find a Mistress for Stephen also. “I intend to keep this!” . “you remember I borrowed your ID -card?” “Yes Mistress Priya” I said. It was my birth certificate! I was trembling when I held it. and that trembling was not eased down when I heard her say.” she said. but she refuses. “Pity really. She made a soft gesture towards a beautiful antique silver plate which once was my grand mother‟s and now belonged to her.” “In line with this I have taken Angelique under my wing.com “They have two teenage children who do not know about the special notion of their parents. “and I did wonder what for?” “I needed it to retrieve a certain document at the Town Hall!” She said. and should not know. as long as there is no sexual intercourse involved. Mentally speaking he only accepts Lady dominants to rule him. I respect you so much as being a wonderfu l husband and an equally wonderful father of our children that I just can not!‟ she says. or student if you will. a plate on which a folded piece of paper was lying. at least not yet! “Stephen would like his wife to dominate him. they have such a tolerant marriage that they both allow each other to seek to fulfil their fantasies.MistressPriya.” “She. she is my trainee and pupil. but that‟s life…” “Not only will they make a very pleasant dinner company but also very nice witnesses for the event of tonight…” “But I have a question for you. Her gesture encouraged me to unfold it…so I did. as he is such a good slave with the right attitude.” “„I love you so much. “However. by becoming a magnificent Mistress and he to become an obedient and dutiful slave.

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