CHAPTER ONE

ENGLAND

Nervously Tim approached the telephone box. 
He had telephoned Mistress Alicia at 12.00pm, the earliest time the advertisement said she would allow callers.

From their initial conversation, he had been directed to this telephone box by the Mistress. He was now about to be directed to her dungeon.

Tim had always been sexually aroused whenever he saw girls in black leather outfits, boots or PVC mini skirts, especially when he went to the local nightclub. Lately it seemed that more and more girls were looking at the fetish scene for their clubbing dress, Tim’s fetish and bondage interest was heightened but frustrated, seeing them every week.

His girlfriend was attractive, even with unfashionable long blond hair, dressed in the look of the day - but nothing fetish. Although he enjoyed their occasional sex encounters in his flat, it felt as if she performed the act under duress, it was all too mechanical, over quickly without sharing pleasure, not exploring each other, not trying anything different. 

The relationship had not been going anywhere, and he should have finished it, but as he was still getting sex occasionally it was better than nothing. On one occasion, he asked her about doing some bondage. As they sat on the sofa in his flat.  Channel hopping they strayed onto a late night sex programme, one of the myriad of shows talking about fetish and unusual sexual practices, aired on late night Sky channels. Unceremoniously she told him she was not into kinky stuff. She had got up from the sofa, put her shoes back on, grabbed her coat on the way out. If that’s what he wanted, he could go find a prostitute. She had stormed out banging the door almost off its’ hinges.

Typical he thought. I want bondage from a Mistress and she talks about prostitutes, stupid bitch. He never mentioned it to her again.

It was now several weeks since he had seen his girl friend, and masturbation over leather clad mistresses in his mind though OK did not really fill the hunger he had. He knew it was not just sex, it was the need to answer the longing he had for bondage. This desire was very strong, even more than ever before. He wanted, needed to experience a real Mistress who would put him in tight bondage. She could do it to him with straps, rope or even more advanced things he could only fantasise about. 

Perhaps he would let her do a little mild torture. He heard on one of the late night shows about dripping candle wax on to an erect penis, the results shown on the programme were sensational.

On a trip to London, for a job interview, he had made a point of visiting Soho to purchase a selection of Contact, Mistress and Domination magazines. Listing Mistresses all over the country he found later, when carefully studying the magazines, some of the Mistresses listed, were not far away from him, in fact several were in the next town. Weeks went by, and the magazines were well thumbed. His desire to go to a Mistress and experience bondage, was almost unbearable, especially after he had tried ringing Mistresses a few times. Panic had set in when they had answered and he hung up before saying anything.

Today was different. 

He had gathered up all of his courage and rang a Mistress Alicia based in the City about thirty miles from where he lived. It surprised him, how easily it was to speak to her and he answered truthfully all the all the questions she asked. He was cautious at the depth of questioning, but thought the Mistress needed to be sure those wishing to visit her, were suitable candidates to be seen. Mistress Alicia had advertised that she liked slaves with an interest in bondage, Corporal Punishment and torture. 

Of course, she said his limits would be respected. Tim had explained his interests and what he would like on his first visit. 
His first visit, he thought. Already, he was thinking there would be more times for him to visit the Mistress, yet he had not even been once.

Should he start on this road? He could walk away now, The Mistress knew a bit about him but not where he lived, he would be safe. No, he thought, he had come too far. More than anything he wanted this, from what he knew reading his magazines, it would be a thrill, but controlled.

He was sure his body was ready to accept whatever the Mistress could do to him. If he did not like it, he was quite strong, any woman would find it difficult to over power him, he could stop it whenever he wanted. 

Mistress Alicia agreed to see him that afternoon, to fulfill his bondage fantasy. He took the train and then, following her instruction, reached the specific telephone box from where he would receive final instructions directing him to her house.
Annoyingly, he had to repeat the instructions back to her, as she insisted he follow a specific route, even though it turned out, it was not too far away on foot.

The number corresponded to a large Victorian House, set back from the road surrounded by a high hedge and large, wooden, double gates. It was very private. He opened the single full height gate, located beside the main gates and walked up the path towards the house.

As he approached the front door, looking back over his shoulder, he noticed the was no noise from Passing traffic on road outside, it was he thought very private. His knock on the imposing black studded door, to which he had been directed, was followed moments later, by the faint sound from within of heels tapping loudly, on what he thought sounded like bare floor boards, striding towards the door.

The sounds of two heavy bolts being pulled back were followed by the door opening a fraction. A voice from behind the door, asked his name. He replied and was summoned in.

Tim stepped through the doorway into a dimly lit hall as his eyes adjusted to the gloom he saw a long corridor lit by what looked like old fashioned oil lamps. He wondered if they were real, but before he could follow up the thought, the Mistress spoke to him.

“So you want to experience the pleasure of bondage?” The mistress had said, looking him in the eye, “ I think you can provide me with some enjoyment, at the same time”  Tim laughed nervously. He was excited, his cock was swollen, his balls ached for release, he had fantasised often, about what was going to happen next. He waited.

The amount of the tribute for Mistress Alicia had been discussed on the telephone, and the envelope, containing the money was handed it over.

Mistress Alicia threw the envelope carelessly, as if it did not matter, on to the hall table. By then his eyes had by become fully accustomed to the darkness and Tim was confronted by the Mistress. “You will take off your clothes here,” pointing to a small anteroom he had noticed when he entered the corridor into the house. Tim obeyed, stepping into what was really a small alcove. Quickly, he began undressing, putting his clothes in the large chest on the floor. Not yet knowing, quite what was expected of him, but excited at the prospect, he sneaked a glance at his Mistress, out the corner of his eye as he undressed.

Seeing the Mistress waiting impatiently for him to finish, it stunned him to see that she was very beautiful, over six feet tall, statuesque, age perhaps in her early thirties, he thought. Tapping her lips with a long finger, encased in soft looking black leather full length gloves. She gave him a steely stare. He was returned to the task in hand.

Mistress Alicia’s long slim legs, were clad in expensive black leather boots, which fitted her legs perfectly. They stopped at the top of her thighs. The 6” sharply pointed stiletto heels made her very imposing. 

Exposed, he stood before her, nude and his feet cold on the uncovered highly polished floorboards, his eyes move upwards, from the top of her boots, he noticed there was a ribbon of white flesh between the black leather top of her boots and the start of her tightly laced, leather Basque. The Basque was perfectly fitted to her shape, following the contours of her waist, up to the swell of her generous breasts, straining but safely contained behind the beautifully designed leather. Her short black hair framed her face and to complete the stunning look, a chain link choker crafted in steel, ran from her slim neck to the deep V of her breasts, glinting dully in the poor light.

The hardness Tim felt in his groin, manifested itself in an even stronger erection, standing out from his body like a pole, embarrassed, he turned to the side, away from Mistress Alicia.

Studying Tim carefully during this time, Mistress Alicia smiled to herself and seemed to come to a decision about something. Walking round him, putting her hands on his shoulders, she turned him to face the wall. His chest, pressed closely against the cold plaster, with the dado rail just above waist height, cutting into him a little uncomfortable. His erection touched the wall, the cold plaster sent a jolt of pleasure through his shaft. He moved slightly, breaking the contact with the wall his cock still straining. Mistress Alicia brought both his hands behind his back and held them. 

He was surprised at her strength, but the excitement was building, he eagerly awaited whatever was coming next. Without a word being spoken, the Mistress took a pair of heavy manacles from a hook below the rail, just beside Tim. Putting them on, the heavy cast iron manacles, he noticed had been welded together, making them look like a figure of eight - on his wrists. Both manacles clicked shut, pinning his arms behind his back. A 3” wide leather strap, taken from the same hook, was then linked round his upper arms and pulled really tight. His arms could then only point straight at the floor, immobile behind him, Tim knew, there was no going back. He had done it, he was experiencing bondage by a beautiful Mistress dominatrix.

Suddenly, he was jolted from his thoughts, by Mistress Alicia as she pressed him against the wall. The full weight of her body, her leather clad knee pressed between his legs up against his swollen cock and balls, was so exhilarating he remained motionless, the only thing moving his chest, rising and falling, trying to catch his breath, hyper ventilating.

A heavy leather posture collar was being slid around his neck, Mistress Alicia, expertly doing up the three buckles, and then slipping on a padlock through the middle buckle securing the collar. Tim knew he now could only be released, when the Mistress would allow it.

He felt weak at the knees.

Mistress Alicia pressed close behind him again, her breath on his neck, her body, warm through the leather Basque, pushing into his back, sending an electric charge to his genitals, unable to move his head to either side, held firmly in place by the posture collar, unless the Mistress allowed him to turn his whole body he could only look straight ahead. 

Mistress Alicia, with a cruel smile playing across her face, reached across and down between Tim’s legs, to his hard member. Pulling him round to face her, “Follow me slave” she barked, roughly hauling him by the cock, digging her long nails through the leather gloves into his rigid shaft. She pulled him along the corridor, into the house. Tim struggled to keep up, his arms sticking stiffly out behind him.

At the end of the corridor, they stopped at the point where it widened into a large inner hall. An open balustrade staircase lay to the right, climbing upwards, the richly coloured, deep pile carpet, leading the way to a balcony, situated on the first floor. 
A beautiful Atrium ended in a spectacular chandelier set in a dome which formed the ceiling.

In front of Tim there were three doors, another to the left. Mistress Alicia turned Tim towards the left hand door. A wire hanging down from a track, securely mounted to the ceiling, suddenly brushed Tim’s face. What that was for, Tim wondered, maybe to lift heavy objects, but where would they go? As he turned his body, to ask, the Mistress let go of his member, and reached over attaching the wire to the manacles around his wrists. Without warning she jerked down once, hard, on the wire, this appeared to activate a hidden motor, which started up somewhere behind one of the doors. It began retracting the wire into the ceiling track and Tim’s body was immediately bent over, shooting his arms straight up in the air behind his back, with his upper body parallel with the floor.

Tim gasped with surprise and pain at the angle his arms were being held. He looked up pleadingly at Mistress Alicia. “Please Mistress, I think this is more than I thought of, for my first visit,” Tim whined, moving on the balls of his feet, dangling from the wire, unable to keep his balance. Mistress Alicia did not reply, instead, she walked around behind him. He felt her hands slowly moving down his back to the valley leading to his anus. Grabbing his balls in one hand, from underneath, she squeezed the sacs, gently at first, but with one hard final constriction. “This may be more than your first visit, it may be your only visit, we will see if your cock will stay as hard, when I am finished with you.” Tim felt a shiver running through his body, then the pain hit him. 

What had he done? 

CHAPTER TWO

Standing there bent over, helpless, his one thought was ‘this cannot be happening to me.’ How to get out of this situation was the next thought that came to mind. Perhaps he imagined, if the Mistress was not looking too carefully, or was off guard, he might somehow, as his legs were still free, kick out and perhaps even knock her out. Then he could think about escaping from this bondage.

It was as if she heard his thoughts, because suddenly the wire started once again, to pull on his arms, this time lifting him bodily off the ground. Mistress Alicia had pushed a button on the wall to activating the motor again, pulling him upwards towards the ceiling.

Screaming out loud, his mouth opened wide with the pain, suddenly a leather gag, was rammed in to his open mouth filling it with what felt like a mini leather penis into his mouth. It reached the back of his throat, he tried to retch, but could not. The gag cut off the sound of his screams, and with the buckle done up tightly, secured it behind his head, with another padlock clicked in place, he was could not speak.

The Mistress opened the door on the left and disappeared. She re-emerged and moving behind Tim, holding some cast iron leg irons. Tim, when the wire had stopped moving, was swinging, about four inches above the floor. Helpless, crying with the excruciating pain. He tried but could not relieve the strain on his arms.

When Mistress Alicia, grabbing first one ankle, clamping on one of the old fashioned leg irons then the other, locked them in place with a key, he could do nothing more, than swing like a sack, from the ceiling. His heart sank, he felt true despair.

Walking round behind Tim, Mistress Alicia picked up a cord she had dropped on the floor. Making the cord into the shape of a noose at one end, she slipped it round Tim’s balls and pulled tight. The other end she threaded through a link in the heavy chain, which connected the leg irons round his ankles. 

Before Tim could react she yanked hard on the cord, dragging his ankles upwards, toward his swollen balls. Wrapping it several times round the shaft of his penis, and tying it finally, round his balls, the weight of his legs began stretching his genitals away from his body towards the floor. Finally, with Mistress Alicia standing watching, after a few minutes, Tim was unable to stand this level of pain and he passed out.

He awoke some time later, lying on the floor with his back against the wall in a Dungeon. His arms felt as if they had been wrenched from their sockets, his balls throbbing with pain, were still connected to the chain between his ankles, but thankfully had a little slack. From his foetal position on the floor, he saw Mistress Alicia approach.

“What a pathetic slave you are”, said Mistress Alicia, “I expected you to last much longer than that. Still, with practice I am sure over the next few months, you will improve.” Tim was gripped by fear, tears forming in his eyes. The mistress ignored them. “You are here because I need a diversion, a permanent diversion for my own enjoyment”. Shared Mistress Alicia. “Although I enjoy inflict pain on those who pay for the privilege of visiting me, it is not fulfilling for me, I have to stop at their limits”. 

“You, will be here for my sole pleasure. It may be pain, I may use your body, but you are here to do as I want ” she said, lifting his chin to look straight into his eyes. “I am really looking forward to having you to use, anytime of the day or night.”

Tim’s eyes were like saucers and the whimpering from behind the gag , although muffled, brought a smile to Mistress Alicia, she liked whimpering slaves. It gave her a wonderful feeling, this power to inflicting of pain. She would take all of her perverted pleasures of which this slave has no inkling until he was useless. Then she would dispose of him. 

It was time for Mistress Alicia to put into place her plan, to ensure Tim’s disappearance would not be noticed. He was quite secure, but just to be safe leaving him for some time without any hope of working free, she attaching a strong piece of rope to an eye on the posture collar, then put the other end through a steel eye bolt, set into the stone wall. 

Hauling on the rope, Tim was pulled up the wall. Choking, he struggled to keep his feet in touch with the floor, to release the pressure on his throat and get his breath. When the cord attached to his balls and the manacles round his ankles, reached it’s limit, the balls of his feet were just in contact with the ground. The Mistress tied off the rope to the eye bolt so it could not slip back. Tim, balanced on the balls of his feet, only stopped from falling over, by the chain at his neck.

Mistress Alicia was enjoying herself. Perhaps she could put off, for just a little while, visiting Tim’s flat, wherever that was, to clear away everything which said he had ever been there. As she walked towards Tim, she said, “Well, now seems as good a time for me to start enjoying myself”

Dangling from one hand, taken from a table in the corner, were a pair of spring loaded nipple clamps. These are the type which when pulled, tighten even more and are connected together by a small yet strong chain. Tim had no idea what they were, having heard of them, but never actually seen any. “These are my own design of nipple clamps”, Mistress Alicia shared with Tim. “I had the makers, put a little something on each clamp. The design change appears to give a very enjoyable result. No not for you, slave. For me”. Stroking and Pinching his left nipple for some time, the Mistress watched it fill with blood and stand upright. Tim could not help himself, he began to get another erection, it stood out in front of him like a beacon. 

The clamp closed over Tim’s nipple. Inside the clamp, a small sharp spike pierced the engorged nipple like, an ear being pierced, but without anaesthetic Tim screamed into the gag, and screamed and screamed. The pain did not stop for several minutes, but then the pads on the nipple clamps, worked there was through Tim’s flesh until they met. Later numbness caused the pain to subside to a dull ache. Mistress Alicia meanwhile was becoming aroused seeing Tim, scream, unable to remove the clamp, bound tight, with his cock there showing how much he likes being aroused.

When Tim had stopped writhing around, she undid the clamp. Waves of pain again swept over Tim, as the blood rushed to the tip of the constricted nipple, causing a dribble of blood to run down on his chest from his new piercing. The Mistress bent down again, in front of Tim, her breasts in front of his eyes. She reached out towards him, Tim, knowing what was coming started to thrash about, banging himself on the wall. Mistress Alicia concerned that he might hurt himself,- something that must not be allowed to happen, as she alone can give him pain – went over to a table in the corner and picked up a large leather belt with holes punched at either end. 

She attached one side to a hook on the wall, to the left of Tim, and, passing the belt across his chest pulling it tight, attached it to the wall on the other side of him. That stopped all movement of his body. Returning to Tim, with the nipple clamps, she stroked his pierced nipple again, to It’s erect state. Just then, a buzzer sounded inside the room. Damn! Who is that? Mistress Alicia thought, no client was booked to come today. The buzzer was an early warning that some one was coming.

Staying with her task, she carefully positioned the clamp, centrally over the pierced nipple, which fell, as if planned into the to hole, then taking his foreskin between her finger and thumb pulled it away from the shaft, and let the second clamp attach itself to the foreskin. She looked straight into Tim’s tortured eyes, and dropped his cock. As the Mistress let go, the chain pulled at the nipple and the spike on second clamp began to work it’s way through the skin. She turned on her heel, without waiting for the reaction she knew was coming and walked towards the door. “I will be back later, my little slave. Do not go away”. She laughed.

The heavy door shut with a thunk, followed by the room being plunged into blackness. All noise was cut off, Mistress Alicia knew no sound would escape to the outside. Inside, Tim was alternating between screaming, and trying to bite through the leather gag, the pain was so intense. Every nerve in his chest and penis screamed at him, for release. Would his mind close down again, giving him peace. 

Minutes later still conscious, he knew this was the worst the pain he had ever felt. Stupidly he thought was it worse than a woman giving birth? Who cares? It was agony. The numbness to his nipple, spread, his arms. His cock was stretching his foreskin, pulling it from the chain to his nipple. He could feel the milky white fluid which comes before semen dripping from the head, he was sexually aroused through all that pain. He felt disgusted with himself. Left in the dark, Tim wondered how long he could take this pain, how many times could his body be subjected to the torture without breaking him mentally and physically.

He wondered if even death could be his fate at the hands of this Mistress 

CHAPTER THREE

The buzzer had been activated by a beam, set to warn Mistress Alicia that someone was coming up the path to the house, broken when the gate to the street was opened. This was the one where recently, Tim had entered. Putting on a long leather coat over her mistress clothes, she reached for the door dressed at a glance, as if she was about to leave, as the stranger arrived.

An attractive, spikey haired girl, about 5’ 7” tall, dressed in a black PVC raincoat with matching high heeled PVC boots, carrying a small satchel with a Pooh the Bear Motif, like those children put over their backs, to carry their books to school, was standing on the bottom step. Mistress Alicia thought she could be no more than 20 years old and looked like a square meal would do her a lot of good.

“What do you want, I am just going out. Who are you?” shot Mistress Alicia at the girl. 

“I beg you Mistress, please forgive me arriving unannounced. You will not know me, I have been serving Mistress Paula in Berlin, for several years. The name brought back memories to Mistress Alicia, not good memories. 
“What has that to do with me? She asked.

“Last week Mistress Paula had a heart attack and died.” Said the newcomer. “Unfortunately, I was not there at the time to help, Mistress Paula had loaned me to another Mistress in Frankfurt. When I returned, she had apparently had a client in the dungeon who was bound and gagged, so securely he could not escape, when Mistress Paula had her heart attack, in his efforts to free himself, his struggling choked himself to death whilst still bound on the bondage wheel”. 

”It was only when I returned to the Mistress’s home that I found both of them. I did not know what to do. I took some money from the Mistress’s safe and her diary which when I looked through it, had your address at the back.”

“I needed to get away, but I did telephone the Police from the ferry terminal, before I left Germany, to tell them where to find Mistress and her client. I am sorry if I have done wrong by coming to you Mistress, but I did not know what else to do.”

The outpouring from the girl took only seconds, but Mistress Alicia looking carefully down at the girl to see if she was lying could only see fear and a pleading look on her face.
“How did you get here?” asked the Mistress. “I walked from the bus station, following a street map I found, to get here.” The girl replied. 

“Right come inside.” Hissed Mistress Alicia. As she grabbed the girls’ arm and propelled her in to the hall. “I really do not have time for this, you have no right to expect anything from me girl” said the annoyed Mistress, “I should turn you over to the Police and let them deal with you”. The girl flung herself at the feet of Mistress Alicia, kissing her boots, begging not to be thrown out or handed over to the Police.

Mistress Alicia relented. “Very well you can stay temporarily, until I decide what I will do with you.” 
“How far had you progressed with Mistress Paula?” asked the Mistress. 
“I was her slave, for my Mistress to do with me as she pleased. Mistress Paula owned me, I have no family.” 
Very well, thought Mistress Alicia, you can be my slave now. Taking her hand she led the girl down the corridor, to the door next to Tim’s dungeon. And opened it. As they stepped down the two stairs into the room, the familiar smell of rubber reached her nostrils.

The whole room, was covered in rubber. The walls and the floor, were all padded rubber. All manner of implements were hanging neatly from shelves and hooks along one wall. A deep, walk- in wardrobe, set into the wall to the right of the doorway, was open, showing various rubber outfits hanging inside, with several shelves of long boots and shoes all with impossibly high heels.

Mistress Alicia took the slave to the middle of the room and told her to undress. 
“I do not want to know your name, to me you are Slave, do you understand.” 
“Yes Mistress” replied the slave, a smile reaching the corners of her mouth. She was on ground she knew. Keep the Mistress happy and you can have an easy life, with some fringe benefits.

Mistress Alicia saw the smile on the slaves’ face, and grabbing a leather riding crop from the wall, strode over to her. The girl, caught unawares, was grabbed by her hair, as Mistress Alicia, bending her over, began beating he about the buttocks with the crop. The attack caught the Slave unawares, and she screamed, as stroke after stroke landed on her exposed flesh.

Finally Mistress Alicia stopped and the slave fell to the ground, humiliated, and weeping, the pain racked sobs filling the rubber room.
“Now you need to understand that I am not like your last Mistress, she was lazy and required many beatings. Even then, she was only good enough for menial work, she was not suitable as a Mistress in my eyes.”
The slave, her face impassive, looked at the Mistress, from her position on the floor, but said nothing.

Walking to the wardrobe, the Mistress chose a red rubber cat suit, which had two rubber dildos fitted to the inside, and looked to be the correct size for the slave. A pair of black thigh length ballet boots with a six inch platform heels were chosen to complete the outfit. Placing them in front of the Slave, the Mistress pointed to an almost invisible door in the wall.
“Go in there and scrub of all the dirt and grime and put on your new clothes.”

When she opened the toilet door the slave could see a normal looking toilet and several other bondage toilet seats for clients with a certain kind of fetish. The door to the outside closed and the Slave heard the key turn, locking her in. Mistress Alicia stood with her back to the door, pondering what turn of fate had brought this urchin to her door. Perhaps she could use her, she certainly relished the thought of taming her. Yes. It has been a good day so far.

Now to get on with the erasing, Tim from the face of the earth.

CHAPTER FOUR

The Dungeon soaked up any noises he made. No echo reflected the sounds it was as if he was in the womb. His whimpering had not brought him any comfort, the pain eventually dulled and subsided, he rocked gently to and fro to try and ease the circulation in his legs and arms. The movements he made were not much, but it brought back the pain as blood flowed to the restricted limbs and showed, at least he had some circulation.

Although now he could not see anything, as the light went out when Mistress Alicia left the room, he could clearly remember how the room was set out and where the door was from where the Mistress would enter. His ears were constantly pricking to hear every imagined sound, was that it would not be her, returning to start again. As his mind wandered, thinking, if anyone had said yesterday, he would be in this situation He would have laughed in their face. He was a coward, how long had it taken, to pluck up the courage to call any mistress and how many weeks before he drew the courage to keep speaking to Mistress Alicia when she answered earlier today?

Angry for getting himself in this situation, he began to go over in his mind, the conversation they had on the telephone. Things began to fall into place. Did he follow a football team? How about his friends did they? An easy answer to that question. He was a loner. In fact he was really surprised when he managed to pull his current girlfriend at a night club - but then she was very drunk. Afterwards he thought it was probably only her first or second time having sex, and as his sexual prowess ran to a fumbled encounter with one of the girls from the drawing office at his works they were well matched. Was she his regular girlfriend? Well yes, he had answered, but they had a big argument again, about sex and had not spoken for days.
Did he have any family, She had asked? Where did he work? He had answered all the questions, feeling the mistress was a lot nicer than he had hoped for and even began volunteering some of this private thoughts. One, that following a visit to London, he had been thinking about taking the job offer which he had received last week from an engineering company in Canada asking him to come over in a month’s time, for a minimum three year contract.

It could become a permanent move if it suited both parties. The letter confirming his acceptance was in his jacket pocket upstairs. The questions had not seemed intrusive when Mistress Alicia asked them, but now, thinking about it, who would look for him? Who would miss him? His despair deepened. 

Hardly one soul would miss his departure. 

This story continues in Part 2

26.08.02 

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