A computer was delivered to me and was immediately set up. I was anxious
to start learning all I could about the secrets it held. The computer came
equipped with a modem. The phone line was hooked up and I began a journey into
the darker side of human relations. As the new machine hummed and the screen on
the monitor lit up, I watched in awe, I hit the key that allowed me to enter the
communications files. I found a number already programmed into the file and
decided to see what it might be. As the modem began dialing I wondered what may
lie ahead. The screen on the monitor went to a lavender haze and a door
appeared. The message under the door said " ADULTS ONLY - ENTER IF YOU
DARE"...so naturally I opened the door. The next screen welcomed me to a land of
fantasy and adventure that only an adult could ever understand. The first menu
was a log-on menu and the Sysop broke in to welcome me to the land of dreams be
they nightmares or reality. I was given a phone number and ordered to call
immediately. Being a submissive at heart I signed off and called the number I
was given. The phone rang three times and this voice on the other end asked the
qualifying questions for admittance to the land of dreams. I was mesmerized by
the wonderful enchanting voice on the end of the line. The interview was over in
a few minutes and I was told I was excepted and expected to act accordingly
while in the land of dreams. Somehow I knew that I would have to meet the person
with whom I spoke. The Sysop told me her name was Victoria and her husband was
Bob. I don't think I'll ever forget the introduction I received by this voice
over the phone. I logged back on and entered a conference room where two ladies
we're talking. I asked permission to stay as I could tell that these were
definitely Mistresses and forces to be reckoned with. I was granted permission
and watched as the two ladies were talking about a subject I had in-depth
knowledge. Lady Ramanda was stating that she was stood up by her latest
acumination, a TV named Prissy, I could see by the way the conversation was
going that Lady Ramanda was really pissed off. I broke into the conversation and
asked if I could be of help. Lady Ramanda stated to me that all TV'S are the
same and don't have the guts to meet her in person in a public place. I then
stated to Lady Ramanda that I would meet her anytime and in anyplace that a Lady
of her statue would feel comfortable. Lady Ramanda was taken back a bit and then
said she would like to meet in a Church Parking Lot in a location she mentioned
and I said I knew where that was. Lady Ramanda then said I would have to be on
time and dressed like a lady. She stated that she would not wait one minute past
the time stated. I said I would be there on time and that I would wear my
prettiest outfit. The next day I dressed and made sure that I looked presentable
for Lady Ramanda. I had to be at the Church parking lot by 10 AM. It was now
9:10 AM and I had a 15 minute ride to the parking lot. I left the house and
arrived at the parking lot at 9:35 AM. Lady Ramanda arrived at precisely 10:00
AM. She was shocked to see me waiting for her. I introduced myself to her and we
drove over to the local coffee shop. We went in and picked a booth to sit down
and get to know one another better. Lady Ramanda was surprised at how well I was
received by the public. Nobody saw anything amiss, just two women having coffee
and chatting like a couple of schoolgirls on spring brake. Lady Ramanda said
that at the moment she was not in the market for a new slave. I was disappointed
as this would have been my first and only Mistress. Lady Ramanda said that she
would rather have a relationship that was more friendly, a relationship that
would be more of a confidant type. I said that would be fine with me as I really
had taken a liking to her. Lady Ramanda said that she knew of a Mistress that
was looking for a new slave and that she would mention me to her. Now I was
getting excited, I asked who this Mistress might be and Lady Ramanda she was
known as Wicked Swords. The name intrigued me. I told anything that she could do
for me to get an interview with Wicked Swords would be greatly appreciated. Lady
Ramanda told me she would do what she could. We left the coffee shop more
enriched in a new found friendship that would stand the test of time. I hurried
home and turned on the computer. I had great pain waiting for the modem to
connect me to the land of dreams. As the Door opened I had a message which I
retrieved immediately. It was a summons by Wicked Swords to leave response to a
questionnaire. My heart was really racing now. I was anxious to answer the
questions and possible be accepted by his Mistress. The question were of a
general nature but to the point. I would have to swear alliance to Mistress
Wicked Swords and do her bidding without question. Of course I answered back
that I would do anything to be a part of her stable. I logged off after
answering and hoped that my response would get a positive reaction from Wicked
Swords. The next day Lady Ramanda called and said that I was granted an audience
with Wicked Swords at 1:00 PM. I told Lady Ramanda that I would be ready and
prompt. Lady Ramanda then said she would stop by and pick me up at 12:15 PM. As
I hung up the phone I wondered what the future might hold for me after 1:00 PM.
I decided on a tight patent leather outfit. I dressed and worked especially hard
on my make-up. First impressions usually tell the tale. When I was finished I
stood back and looked long and hard in the mirror. In my opinion it wasn't going
to get any better than this. Lady Ramanda arrived precisely at 12:15 PM. When I
got in the car she ordered me to wear a blindfold. I did not question the order.
I placed the blindfold over my eyes and secured it with a knot at the back of my
head. We drove for what seemed an eternity....Lady Ramanda stopped the car and
came around to the passenger side and opened the door for me. She told to take
her hand and follow her. I was a little nervous not knowing where I was or where
we where going. We walked about 100 feet and then went down this winding
staircase. I counted the steps and there was 13 of them. Now my anticipation was
really getting out of hand. At the bottom of the stairs a door opened and we
entered. The door closed behind us and we were ushered in. Upon arriving my
blindfold was taken off and my eyes adjusted to the candle-lit room. It was a
dungeon, none like I had ever scene before. I was immediately take over to the
cross in the center of the room. The cross was suspended on a bar and could
swing back and forth 360 degrees. I was strapped and gagged onto the cross.
Suddenly a gong sounded and Lady Ramanda pointed to a door....The door opened
and I saw a vision of woman clad in leather from head to toe with a cat o-nine
tail whip in her hand. This vision seemed to float across the room. My mind was
whirling, I didn't know what was going to happen next. And then the voice....the
voice that I heard over the phone filled the room...it said "SLAVE.....I am
you're Mistress now and forever" I shook my head in a positive way as I could
not speak. Wicked Swords then raised the whip high over her head and brought it
down with a crack that sounded like lightning. Wicked Swords then stated that I
would be trained to meet her standards and if I didn't I would taste her whip
more than I would like too. I shook my head yes and Wicked Swords said that she
knew I would because my eyes said yes. The training period would begin the next
day. Wicked Swords released me from my bounds and I fell to her feet. Wicked
Swords told me I had potential and that I could possibly be Mistress material
under her strict guidance. I later found out from Lady Ramanda that Wicked
Swords and Victoria are one and the same. I knew that half my quest was now
over. I had met the enchanting voice of the validation lines. More adventures
would certainly come my way now that I was in a stable of a Mistress who was
known the world over. The training is never over till the Mistress says its
over. I have studied hard and I do try to please my Mistress in any and all ways
that she sees fit. Mistress loaned me out to another Master and his slave and I
learned to love sting of the whip. Mistress Wicked Swords is always kind and
stern as only the best Mistress would be. I have met other Masters and Mistress
over this 3 year period of time but no one comes close to the Mistress that
Wicked Swords is and always will be. The adventure of a three year journey
continues............. Lady Ramanda was and still is my closest confidant. She
picked me up and delivered me to the Dungeon for several weeks. I had to arrive
blindfolded....Mistress Wicked Swords demanded this. The Dungeon was to be a
special place and I would have to earn the knowledge of the location. Time flew
the minutes were like milliseconds and hours that I spent securely tied to the
cross or suspended from the "O" rings affixed in the ceiling seemed like only
minutes. Mistress Wicked Swords always appeared from behind that black door.
Colors were hard to tell in the Dungeon because there was only candlelight to
illuminate the Dungeon. My Mistress was a vision of beauty no other mortal had
ever seen. She stood 5 feet 6 inches tall but in her heels they made her almost
5 feet 10 inches tall. She never wore anything more than a leather bra type
halter in assorted colors. Some of the halters were studded while others felt
more like silky material to the touch. Mistress Wicked Swords had the most
perfect body. As soon as I arrived I would place myself on the cross and await
for the black door to open and Wicked Swords would make her entrance. She seemed
to glow in the candlelight. My sessions were becoming longer and my training as
a slut more intense with each visit. I was progressing so well Mistress Wicked
Swords told me I would have a surprise upon this visit. The Black door opened
and Mistress entered the Dungeon. She was truly a vision to be seen. I was
immediately tied to the cross, both wrists tied by leather straps as were the
ankles of my legs. My waist was secured by a chain with a lock and Mistress
always held the key till the session was over and one of her many devoted slaves
would retrieve it and release me from my bonds. Today was to be a special day.
Mistress was concerned that I had not had the pleasure of servicing a man
before. Mistress taught me how to stimulate a woman with my tongue and she said
I had learned my lessons well. But today would be the start of my lessons in
pleasing a man. Mistress said that this was necessary for I was to be a complete
slave and able to serve both male or female dominants. I listened to Mistress
Wicked Swords as she instructed and prepared me for my new session. Mistress
Wicked Swords pulled the cross down so that my head was level with her vagina.
She then told me to remove her leather gaff with my teeth. Having had weeks of
practice I had no trouble removing it. I then placed my lips over her vagina and
inserted my tounge deep inside. It didn't take long for the juices to start
flowing. Mistress Wicked Swords always enjoyed a good suck job and I did my job
with the greatest pleasure. I sucked harder and used my tounge on her
magnificent clit. I always knew if I pleased her because she would move to the
gyrations of my mouth and tounge and press her hips deeper onto my mouth. I
would do this till Mistress would stand up and tell me that my time was up. But
not today. This time when she stood she said to me "Slave you have learned well,
you do truly please a woman, it is now time for your training in pleasing a man.
I have invited a few friends over for your new lessons." "You will fuck them
with your mouth till you can't take anymore." I was becoming a little alarmed at
this point. But the trust I had in my Mistress overcame the fear I was feeling.
I answered that I would do my best to please any and all for her. Mistress
Wicked Swords stepped back from me and released the cross so I was now upright.
Mistress Wicked Swords then had a slave release from the cross. I was then lead
over to the columns that held up the ceiling. These were round concrete pillars
which had "O" rigs a t different heights. Mistress instructed to kneel down and
told the slaves to secure my arms and legs with chains to the columns. After I
was secured the slaves disappeared from the Dungeon as they always did. Mistress
Wicked Swords then snapped her fingers and the black door again opened on her
command... Three athletic looking men entered the Dungeon wearing only little
"G" strings. I was amazed at the sight. They walked over to were I was tied and
gathered around me. Mistress then instructed me to remove their "g" strings with
my teeth. After I had done this Mistress told me to remember my lessons with the
penis styled dildos. I had been trained to take a 7 inch dildo all the way down
my throat. This took practice but I learned that if you breathe thru your nose
you won't choke with the dildo deep down your throat. It was now time to put the
lessons to the test. The three men approached and began rubbing their pricks all
over my face. I would lick and suck these pricks at a very fast rate of speed in
order to accommodate all three. Mistress Wicked observed this scene and gave
instructions to me. After this went on for a while two of the men stepped back
and one of them faced me. My head was level with his hard protruding penis. He
grabbed the back of my hair tightly and inserted his stiff shaft deep in my
throat. Pulling my head by the hair and thrusting his penis in and out of my
mouth increasing the speed of thrusts and the depth. I continued taking this man
deep in the recess of my throat till I felt this hot sticky fluid, I then
tightened my lips and sucked till he was spent. This was hard on my mouth, my
jaws were in pain trying to accommodate the large shaft for such a long period
time. Mistress Wicked Swords watched and told the other men to both enter my
mouth vagina. I didn't think I could get bout of these men into my mouth at the
same time but with a little time I did manage to get them both in and down about
4 inches. I heard Mistress snap her fingers and I hesitated only for a
moment....Mistress was summoning two more slaves who were instructed to massage
the two men's balls as they fucked my mouth. I moved my head up and down the
stiff shaft increasing the speed and depth with each stroke. Suddenly they both
came almost at the same time. I at first thought that I would choke as they both
started to gush in my mouth. I sucked and moved up and down till they moved away
from head. Both men fell on the couches totally exhausted and Mistress Wicked
Swords said I had done well for my first time. I was released from my bonds by
the two slaves who assisted me in making the men cum. I was the taken over to
the ceiling "O" rings and each wrist was secured to them. Mistress Wicked seemed
pleased by my performance. But I did notice a different look in her beautiful
eyes. She turned to me and asked if I enjoyed the experience. I said " Yes
Mistress I did enjoy"...I was cut off in mid sentence.... obviously the wrong
answer as I felt the cat of nine tails strike my backside with a vengeance. I
had forgot that I was not there to enjoy myself but only to give pleasure and
enjoyment to my Mistress. "Slave" Mistress said..."you will only please me and
not yourself till I give permission....DO YOU UNDERSTAND Slave?" Of course I
did, I had been lost in the moment and forgot the basics of Mistress/Slave
relationship. I said that I was truly sorry and that I would never forget again.
I then asked if Mistress enjoyed the performance and begged her forgiveness.
Mistress Wicked Swords smiled and said that I was coming long and learning real
fast. I received 10 lashes for my forgetfulness and the released and instructed
to go home and practice with the dildo till I could do two or more at one time.
The Black Door opened and the two slaves followed the three men through the
door. Mistress Wicked Swords dismissed me and told me to wait for her summoning
for the next session. I left the Dungeon with a smile and the knowledge that
this was not over yet. The passing of time was extremely fast, I had been under
the direction of Mistress Wicked Swords for 19 months now. Mistress had taken
total control of my destiny. I wore tight restricting corsets all the time.
These garments served two purposes, first it gave me an hour glass figure and
second it whittled away at my body and when I removed them I still had a very
tiny waist. I was pleased with this development as I had taken to wearing female
attire most of the time now. Each day I would log onto the BBS to see if I had a
summons from my Mistress. Today I was told to be at the Dungeon no later than
9:30 AM. But new instructions followed. I was commanded by Mistress Wicked
Swords to dress casually and I would find out the reason why upon arriving at
the Dungeon. End of message. I was a little worried about that message but
decided that it could not be too bad. Usually I am instructed to dress as a
Slut. This would definitely be a change. I choose a nice red sweater, tight to
show off my figure and a pair of black stirrup stretch pants. I wore matching
red flats and hurriedly applied my make-up. Checking the mirror before I left I
was amazed at how adapt I was becoming in make-up application. I stood back from
the long mirror on the back of the door in my bedroom and was pleased with what
I saw. I added a red shoulder length purse and headed out the door. I hailed a
cab and arrived two blocks from my destination. I was instructed to do this so
that the location of the Dungeon would remain a secret. I walked the rest of the
way and entered through the Laundromat. At the back of the Laundromat was a
hidden staircase that led down to the Dungeon. I was always careful not to let
anyone see me enter this staircase. I knew the punishment if anyone every
questioned Mistress about people coming and going in the Laundromat. I knocked
on the door to the Dungeon and waited to be admitted. A Slave opened the door
and escorted me to the main room. These Slaves never had much to say, they
always had a gag in their mouths. I waited what seemed like an eternity for my
Mistress to make her entrance. I heard the Black Door open and in walked my
Mistress. I immediately fell to my knees and kissed her feet. Mistress smiled
and told me to rise. Mistress then told me what was in store for me today. She
said " Slave you have learned your lessons well, you know how to please a Woman
and how to please a Man. It is time for you to wear my Tattoo. We will go to the
tattoo parlor of a friend of mine and your right hip will bear my mark for all
to see." I was thrilled. This is the ultimate thing that every slave strives for
in a relationship with a Mistress or Master. I couldn't wait till we got to the
Parlor. Mistress put my collar on and attached the leash to it and we left the
Dungeon for the Tattoo Parlor. I was not ashamed to wear the collar outside in
the daytime, the collar represented a badge of honor to me. Mistress had me hail
a cab and then told the cab driver the location of the Tattoo Parlor. It was a
short distance but seemed like it took forever. I was filled with joy and
anticipation. When we pulled up in front of the Tattoo Parlor I paid the cab
driver and we entered the Parlor. The walls were filled with art work like
Tattoos. I was amazed at the pictures that where on the wall. Mistress saw me
looking around and smiled...she said "Slut you will be getting a custom tattoo,
you won't find the one you're getting on the wall." I was a little disappointed
as I found a dragon with a lady riding on its back particularly nice. The
receptionist knew Mistress Wicked Swords by name and told Mistress that the
artist was busy at the moment and would be with her shortly. Time seemed to
stand still waiting for the artist to make his appearance. The intercom on the
desk came to life and the receptionist told Mistress to go to room 9. Mistress
pulled me along by the leash and we entered room 9. Mistress then instructed me
to remove my stirrup pants. I did not hesitate for an instant. With my pants off
Mistress instructed me to lie on the marble topped table. I climbed onto the
table and lied face up. It was cold but I soon got use to that. The door opened
and in walked the artist. He was big man 6 foot 5 inches tall and very muscular.
He had Tattoos all over the top have of his body and down the arms. I assumed he
must have been tattooed over his entire body but I didn't ask. Mistress Wicked
Swords told him what she wanted for my tattoo. Mistress said she wanted two
sword like Arabian swords black handle with a blade tapered by the handle and
wider at the tip. The swords would cross each other with the black handles at
the bottom. From the tips drops of blood would bead off the two swords. at the
top of the points of the swords would be the words "PROPERTY OF" with a large
red "W" in the center of the two swords. The artist took a sketch pad and drew
the interpretation for Mistress. Upon her approval he started with the outline
of the swords on my right hip. After 3 hours the swords were outlined and
finished. I was told to keep Vaseline on them and try not to rub them. Fresh
sterile gauss was applied and then I was allowed to dress. As we left the Parlor
the receptionist made all the appointments for me to complete the job that was
already done. I hailed a cab and we traveled back to the Dungeon. Mistress was
indeed pleased with the progress. When we got back to the Dungeon Mistress
ordered me to remove my pants and the gauss. Mistress studied the new tattoo and
liked what she saw. I was thrilled, I was the first and the only one to receive
this tattoo. Mistress had the slaves tie me to the cross in the usual manner.
Then the slaves disrobed Mistress and she had the slaves position the cross so
that I could satisfy and thank her for my new tattoo. Mistress straddled my face
and I sank my tongue deep into the depths of her vagina. I sucked and licked to
Mistress withered in ecstasy. Then I sucked as hard as I could on Mistress's
clit just as Mistress was reaching a climax. This always sent Mistress into
ecstasy for about 30 minutes. The juices filled my mouth and throat and I
enjoyed it as much as my Mistress. When Mistress was satisfied she told me to
leave and wait till I receive another summons from her. I was released from the
cross by the slaves and quickly dressed. I hated to leave but I knew that I had
too. Disobedience was never tolerated. The next few weeks I received no summons
from my Mistress. I continued with the appointments at the Tattoo Parlor. The
man knew his trade. The blades of the swords were filled in a silver irradiant
ink. They actually glowed in the dark!! The handles where black and out lined in
gold irritant ink, these also glowed. From the tips of the blades ran 6 drops of
crimson red ink, forming what appeared drops of blood. These were outlined in
black ink to make the stand out more. The lettering above the sword was arched
from tip to tip and done in black outline and filled in with the irradiant gold
ink. The "W" was outlined in gold irradiant ink and filled in with crimson ink.
I was pleased with the final result. Pictures were taken for the Artist's
gallery. This procedure took over 4 months time to complete. In all that time I
had not received a summons from my Mistress. When I arrived home I immediately
log on to the BBS. There was the message I was waiting for and hoping
for..."Come now". I was excited and had to change fast. I grabbed my patent
leather mini skirt and patent leather jacket and threw them on. My 5 inch black
patent pump completed the outfit. I ran out the door and hailed a cab. Those two
blocks were the longest I had every walked in a long time. I couldn't wait to
show Mistress Wicked Swords the magnificent tattoo I had received. I entered the
Dungeon threw the usual manner and was admitted by Mistress's slave. The wait
was short as Mistress entered almost immediately upon my arrival. With riding
crop in hand she commanded to display the new art work for her approval. I
unzipped my skirt and dropped it to the floor, the tattoo glowed in the dim
light of the Dungeon. Mistress Wicked Swords was pleased and stated that he had
done a magnificent job. I was happy that I had pleased my Mistress. Mistress
approached and looked closer at the tattoo. It truly was a work of art. I love
the way that it glowed in the dark. Mistress asked me what I thought of the
tattoo. I didn't answer but dropped to my knees and untied the laces that held
her leather panties together at the center. Upon removing the laces i began to
suck and lick my Mistress to show how I felt about the honor of wearing her
brand. Mistress was pleased I gave her numerous orgasms before I was done.
Mistress told to rise and get dressed. I did this as fast as I could. Mistress
informed me that I was to receive instructions to be a Mistress myself. I was
overjoyed. This was like being emancipated. I would still be a slave to Mistress
Wicked Sword but never to anyone else. I would be allowed to use Mistress's
Dungeon and have my own slaves to wait on me. I was overjoyed and vowed total
commitment to Mistress Wicked Swords. After the discussion I was dismissed and
told that my training as a Mistress would begin at our next session. I left the
Dungeon with new hopes in my heart. Every slave hope to one day achieve Mistress
or Master status, I had dreamed of it without telling anyone, and now it was
going to become a reality. I can't believe that it has been nearly four years
since this adventure started. Time has gone by at a rapid pace. I learned my
lessons well. Mistress Wicked Swords taught me the knowledge of the whip. Just
the right amount of snap on the whip to inflict the amount of pain required but
without leaving signs of having been whipped. I became quite good at this. I
assisted Mistress Wicked Swords in many sessions. I would do the whipping under
her guidance. Mistress Wicked Swords is truly a Master of the art of the whip.
The knowledge I learned from her could not be learned threw experience or books.
Lady Ramanda was also always there for advice and as it turned out became as
close to me as a true Sister. Together we shared shopping trips and I always
trusted her wisdom and advice. Lady Ramanda was very skillful at the art of
Bondage. She taught me how to bind a person in a way that was very sexually
fulfilling. These two Mistress's each had specialalties that were unequaled by
anyone else. I absorbed all this skill and knowledge like a sponge. I became
rather well known in the B&D circles. Trade Publications catering to the
lifestyle published articles about me. My stable was growing faster than I could
believe. I was actually turning slaves away for it was all more than one
Mistress could handle. In the four years since this all started I became more
and more womanlike. A sex change was discussed but it was decided that this
option was not for me. My waist was shaped by wearing tight corsets all the time
and now without the corset I had a 22 inch waist. My breasts also developed over
the years from taping them and pulling them that now I could wear a "c" cup bra
without any padding. This pleased Mistress Wicked Swords. My figure was quite
amazing considering it was not chemically invoked. The time had come for me to
announce to the world that Mistress Nancy had arrived and was going to take the
world on by storm. Mistress Wicked Swords and my Sister Lady Ramanda informed me
that I had an engagement at the "SAFE" located in lower Metropolis. I had never
been there before but I had heard of the place. This is the premier B & D club.
All the Masters and Mistress's go thereto show off their slaves or to find new
ones. I had two days to get ready for my debut. I made an appointment to have my
hair done and get a manicure and pedicure. I checked the wardrobe and decided
that a red leather halter top dress would fill the bill nicely. I looked real
hot in that outfit. Mistress Wicked Swords approved of my choice and told me to
be sure to be at the Dungeon no later than 7 PM on Saturday night. Friday
morning I went to beauty shop and Lydia my personal beautician began to work her
magic. She started with a trim and a wash. She set my hair and put me under the
dryer. My nails were next. Lydia knew of my appointment Saturday night and
decided I need long curved dragon-lady nails. These nail tips were applied to my
own nails and then a red high gloss nail enamel was applied. My toes were given
a pedicure and the same polish was applied to them. When my hair was dry Lydia
combed it out and teased it. Lydia was always the best at styling my hair. That
took up most of the morning and well into the afternoon. I thanked Lydia for a
job well done as usual and hurried to Boutique shop. I need stockings and a few
other things. I arrived at the Boutique a little before 4 PM. I went right over
to the stocking section and found exactly what I was looking for. It was a pair
of red fishnet crotchless pantyhose. I took two pairs of these and proceeded to
the bra section. I choose a red cuppless bra that would allow my breasts support
but I could feel every movement I made because the nipples were exposed. I tried
on the bra and was happy with the fit. I made the purchases and hurried home.
Upon arriving home I checked for messages on the BBS and found none. I had time
just to relax and enjoy all that had happened the last few years. I put a movie
in the VCR and laid down in bed pondering the next evenings festivities. I must
have fallen asleep because it was now Saturday Morning. I powered up the
computer and the only message was a command from Wicked Swords "DON'T BE LATE
SLUT" the message was short and to the point. I left a reply that I knew the
punishment for tardiness. I had one of my slaves come to my apartment at 10 AM
sharp. This was a special slave to me. She would attend to my many needs till I
left for the Dungeon. The slave had her own key and let herself in. I was still
in bed when she announced her arrival. I instructed her to draw a warm scented
bubble bath and to call me when that was done. This slave was very adaptable and
would later apply my final make-up. She had years of training in beauty school
and was a great help to on occasions like this. My slave informed me that the
bath was ready and I got out of bed and slipped out of my teddy and stepped into
the warm scented tub. the slave placed a pillow behind my head and then left me
to make a fresh pot of coffee. I soaked for a few minutes when my slave came
back in and served me the coffee she had made. The bathe seemed to relax me more
than I had ever been. I instructed my slave to massage my body. She did not
hesitate for she knew the penalty for disobeying my commands. After 30 minutes
of this I grew tired and told my slave to stop and dry me off. I rose from the
tub and my slave proceeded to towel dry me from the feet and working her way up
my entire body. When she finished she retrieved my long silk robe and held it
open as I slipped my smooth silky arms into it. My slave then wrapped in the
robe and fastened it around my waist. Time was passing by faster than I
anticipated. I went back into the bedroom and sat down at the vanity table. I
summoned my slave and told her to start my make-over. She knew of the outfit I
would be wearing and adjusted her make-up knowledge to accent it perfectly.
After what seemed like minutes but really took 2 hours she was done. I was very
pleased with the results. Most woman wished they looked as good as I did. I
looked in the mirror and stated to my slave " Too Good For Mortal Men " and I
smiled and gave my slave a wink showing approval of her hard work. I took my
slave into the playroom and chained her to eyelets in the ceiling. I then took
my suede whip that had multiple lashes attached and began to whip her. She
enjoyed these sessions. Each session the whippings became longer and harder
which is what my slave enjoyed. I got lost in the whipping when I realized it
was now 5:15 pm. I untied her and told her to lay my things out for the evening
and that I would be in a few minutes and she was to assist me in dressing.
Everything was ready for me when I entered the bedroom. My slave helped me off
with my robe and hung it up. She then held my bra out for me and I slipped my
arms in, she adjusted the bra so that my breasts jutted out and then snapped the
back closure. The red crotchless panty hose was the next item to go on. My slave
was careful not put a run in the hose for she knew how displeased I would have
become. My slave then held my red satin "G" string open by my feet and I stepped
into it. My slave's hands felt really sensual as she brought the "G" string up
my legs. The halter dress came next. The Bra was a halter bra and was perfectly
hidden at the neckline to give the appearance of being braless. My slave zipped
up the back and then went to get my pumps. She kneeled in front of me as I
raised my left foot she place the 5" inch red heel on my foot. I then raised the
other foot and she did the same. As I placed both feet together my slave bowed
over and kissed my feet. I told my slave to rise as she had done a splendid job
and that she would be rewarded for such at are next session. I checked the time
and it was now 6:30 pm. I had just enough time remaining to apply my WINGS
perfume gather my purse and hail a cab. I arrived at the Dungeon at 6:55 pm. Not
a moment to soon. Right on my heels was Lady Ramanda. She told me how nice I
looked and that she was sure that Mistress Wicked Swords would be pleased. We
both entered the Dungeon and escorted by a slave to the reception room. Our wait
was not along one. I heard the all to familiar gong sound and the Black Door
opened as Mistress Wicked Swords made her entrance. I immediately fell to my
knees and waited for her signal. Mistress approached and placed her leather clad
hand under my chin and told me to rise. I stood for her inspection. Mistress
Wicked Swords said "Nancy you SLUT you always knew how to dress to please your
Mistress, Come now we will be going." I was pleased that Mistress would
compliment me. We left the Dungeon for our journey to Metropolis. Lady Ramanda
drove while I sat in the middle between these two beautiful women. My heart was
racing while my mind was reeling with the thoughts of the evening of what lied
ahead. We arrived at the parking lot in Metropolis at 8:45 pm. It seemed that
the eyes of the city where watching my every move as we left the car and walked
the two blocks to the "SAFE". Mistress told me to be careful as the stairs
leading down into the "SAFE" can be a little hard to navigate in heels. I made
it to the bottom with no trouble and I paid the entrance fee for the three of
us. This was truly a Dungeon's Dungeon. they had all the equipment one could
possibly ask for. Chains hung from the ceiling along with assorted chairs used
for restraining people. Mistress Wicked Swords placed her collar around my neck
and attached her leash to me. She told me she did not want anyone else playing
with her property without her permission. Then she told me to remove my halter
dress. I did this without hesitation or question. Mistress Wicked Swords wanted
everyone to see my beautiful Tattoo. It glowed in the dim light of the "SAFE". I
was paraded thru all the different and introduced to countless Mistress's and
Master's who told my Mistress that she had a wonderful slave. Mistress Wicked
Swords then took me to the ceiling chains and had Lady Ramanda cuff me and
raised my arms high and wide. Mistress Wicked Swords took out her riding crop
and began to whip me. I cooed with ecstasy with each blow. Mistress always put a
lot of energy into whippings when a slave moans loud and long. I was a great
moaner. After 50 lashes Mistress worked up a head of steam and then took out the
heavy artillery. The fiber rods were next. Oh how I learned to love the fiber
rods. They actually whistled through the air before they struck you. My moans
became squeals with each shot. My ass cheeks where hot and almost as red as my
fishnet stockings. Between each shot Mistress would rub her soft hands all over
my hot buns making the sensation almost unbearable with ecstasy. Scenes like
this always drew a crowd. I held my head up high and took each shot with pride
that I was just beginning a new life as a Mistress myself when this evening was
over. It made the whippings easier to absorb. The whipping went on for about 45
minutes and then I was released from my bondage. Mistress Wicked Swords was
totally exhausted. I escorted her over to the bar where she sat and had diet
coke while I massaged her neck and back. I didn't even attempt to sit down as my
ass probably would have set the stool on fire. Mistress Wicked Swords looked
around for some fresh slaves. I was a little hurt by this but she reassured that
I would never be replaced but now that I was to be a full time Mistress myself
she would need a replacement for me. I felt much better hearing that. As much as
I wanted to be a Mistress, I never could survive without being with Mistress
Wicked Swords. When we left the "SAFE" the first signs of daylight where just
starting to appear. Lady Ramanda retrieved the car and we headed home. The ride
home was a little uncomfortable for my ass, But I got use to it. The two ladies
dropped me off at my apartment and I bid them farewell till our next session. I
collapsed on the bed and dreamed of what the future might hold for a lady called
Mistress Nancy.
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