Stories from slaves

[Mr Detention Crazy]

CHAPTER 4 - TINA'S REVENGE

Bob's mind says, 'Oh, God. I have no idea how long I have been kept inside and starting to get really bored now. I need some fresh air. I can't stay in here any longer. I know I like bondage, but THIS is a bit too much for me.'
He starts to see things as he is totally blind and quite deaf for such a long time, especially wrapped up inside and strapped in, not able to move a muscle. He can hear planes going over, or is it in his mind? Then he thinks he heard locks being turned. He is starting to get more and more anxious, especially not knowing what she is going to do to him, either let him go or . . . he dreads to think what next, quite scared.
'oh God, this is not good. I can't even move. I am completely trapped and I want desperately to go home right now. I will have to stay in here and wait until she comes and releases me. It's so dark. I don't know how long I have been sleeping inside here or is my mind tricking me. This gag is really aching my mouth, at least I can breath though, that's the main thing! God, this is like forever, stuck inside. I will just have to see things, remember my family and good times we all did in the past, restaurants, outtings and think about things and just close my eyes as time should go quicker.' Bob's mind kept talking to him for a very long time and has mini dreams as he can't sleep well as being trussed up like a Christmas turkey, feeling totally helpless and useless.
At exactly 7pm, as Tina as looked at her watch, holding the handle of the heavy metal door with 3 locks. She has been out to see friends and took her dogs for long walks in the countryside. She loves any animals, and also very kind to animals too. She doesn't like people meesing her about which she takes this very seriously! She has put her dogs to bed, got changed again. As she unlocks the 3 locks and opened the door open to see her prisoner all alone.
'Oi! You awake, piss face?' She shouted at him, and picks up her truncheon and smacked his genitals once so hard and poor Bob jolted and made him jump and moaned so loud in severe pain. 'You can't even speak, silly me, of course, you are gagged!'
'You look so f***ing pathetic! Did you enjoy your 8 hours of solitary confinement, my rubber slave?' She spoke next to his ear, so he can hear as the mask is so thick and really tough. She released all the leather straps off, unlocked the padlocks, unzipped the tight bodybag and the sweat came out over the sides of the bed, not a lot, because there is a special draining tube to stop Bob's sweat flooding inside him.
'I'm gonna take off the thick hood now, slave.' She pulled the tubes out of his dripping nose, and had a job to pull the tight fitting thick rubber hood inside out away from his face. His whole face has gone sweaty and red, from the length of time being tightly wrapped around his face. Then she takes out the large ball gag out of his slimy mouth and said, 'Don't even think about it! No talking at all until I says so, d'you hear me, piss face?' She looked so amazing, he thought. She walked away from him, standing there. She is now wearing a tight shiny rubber pencil knee length skirt and her bottom fits so perfect, black tight fitting zipped jacket, rubber stockings, and those same thick plastic boots she had on last night. Her hair is down this time, but dyed it jet black and purple, black lipstick and gothic style make-up too. She walks towards him slowly, the rubber clothes creaking and her boots click-clack on the wooden floorboard that echoed across the empty rubber prison.
Bob just stares at her, so aroused and scared at the same time. 'Jesus Christ, she is just incredible', his mind says.'Thank Christ, lovely cold fresh air around my face and I can finally see', again his mind says.
'RIGHT, you have only ONE question you can tell me before you get out of your rubber sheath, AND YOU'RE GONNA CLEAN THAT BODYBAG AND DRY IT SPOTLESS!! First, you can take a 30 minute break to wash yourself in the bathroom and YOU come straight back here in your prison immediately. NO FUNNY GAMES, OR I WILL TORTURE YOUR COCK FOR 3 HOURS!! Would you like that, slave?' She shouted.
Bob nodded so fast meaning no with frightened eyes.
'No, I thought not! Good. What is your question. C'mon, hurry up, I have no time to f***ing waste and piss about, slave' Tina was very cross and really stroppy with him.
'OK, OK! Um . . . will I get some freetime, like watch TV or music or h.......'
Tina interrupt and shouted at him so loud. 'WHAT? WHAT DID YOU F***ING SAY? FREETIME! FREETIME?'
She laughed out loud and looked at him with cold blue eyes. She walked closer to him.
Bob is starting to get worried what the hell she is going to say any second now. His heart is beating faster and quivering.
'GET OUT OF THERE AND GET WASHED!'
Bob got out like a little old man of 98 trying to stand up away from the rubber bed. He went into the bathroom and had a lovely bath. Tina locked the bathroom door so he can't escape. As Bob ran the hot perfumed bath and dipped in.
'Awwwww, that is sheer heaven. This is sooo lovely and aaaaw, this is great. Jesus, that bitch is one helluva dangerous cow. I must get out of here. But how?'
Time went quickly there was a knock on the door. 'YOU HAVE 5 MINUTE, SLAVE!'
After he washed and dried myself, his whole body felt better again. As he went into the prison which he wasn't foward to after a lovely relaxing bath.
'RIGHT, YOU CLEAN UP YOUR BODYBAG AND DRY IT PROPERLY, NOW.'
Bob was so disappointed that his bath time is now over and work to do.
'Oh, yes. I forgot. You said about this 'freetime'?'
'Yes, Tina'
'Mistress Tina, from now on, slave.'
'Yes, Mistress Tina'
'Right, you said about 'freetime', didn't you?'
'Yes, Mistress Tina.'
She went raving mad and made him jump out of his skin! 'YOU PISS FACE, HOW DARE YOU MENTION THE WORD 'FREETIME'! YOU WILL NOT HAVE ANY F***ING FREETIME AT ALL WHATSOEVER, SLAVE!' CAN YOU GET IT IN YOUR THICK SKULL, NO TV, NO MUSIC, NO CONTACT FROM THE OUTSIDE WORLD, NO NOTHING!' She was shouting and her face went red with rage.
Suddenly her dildo started buzzing fiercly snugged inside her pussy still, she looked up the ceiling and moaning in pleasure, her legs went quivery. 'God, that was good. I have a new 8 inch long metal dildo tightly strapped in and shoved it up my tight sore pussy that sends electric painful shocks up my pussy and to my pelvis. I wear it every day, 24/7. good, huh? NOW GET ON WITH IT, CLEANING UP!!' She screamed at him with rage.
Bob started cleaning up, shaking in fear and terror and confused.
Bob's mind says, 'How the shit can I live without any freetime and ... oh no! I am seriously f***ed!'
Mistress Tina looked at him and said, 'Yes, slave, this is Tina's Revenge that will last forever, 24/7 for you, piss face. Clean up! I will be back in an hour!'
She stormed out of Bob's prison and slammed the metal heavy shut and locked all the locks.
Bob sits down on the rubber bed and said, ' Oh my dear God. What about my family, my mum and dad, friends. Shit, my job! I have to escape, have to.' Bob sits quietly thinking over and over how to figure out his escape and to trick her. He carries on cleaning out his bodybag and the bed until they are nice and dry. He waits for her to return all alone stuck in his bleak prison locked up, so bored out of his mind.
The locks hissed and clanged loudly echoed the room and Mistress Tina walks in without another thick rubber faceless hood and a weird looking device what looks like a little machine with wires or something.

'RIGHT, YOU . . . oh very nice and dry, well done, slave, good job done, GET INSIDE THE BODYBAG NOW! I have a surprise for you!'
Bob was horrified about this. Bob's mind says' Oh no no NO! Not inside that bloody thing again. How much longer!'
C'MON, NO PISSING ABOUT, GET IN THERE!'
Bob had to do what she was told, dreading to think what she would do to him if he disobeyed.
'Your very severe punishment will begin tonight, oh yes, slave, this is only the beginning!!'
She looks at him in the eyes, all cold and a cruel expression on her beautiful face.
Bob's mind says, 'Oh God!! What is next. I am scared and I want to go home'

to be continued - CHAPTER 5 'BOB'S WORST NIGHTMARE'

[soleserver]

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I had been sitting there for some time just relaxing and de stressing near the fire after a very taxing week. Feeling the heat of the flames warm my skin I glance up as you walk into view. I vaguely recognize you as you apologize for wrecking my view, I refuse to accept your apology saying you are but adding to it. You then come and sit next to me and we begin to converse, our conversation continually being interrupted by others. But as if we were old friends our conversation picks up again where it left off and we continue to discover each other. The moving shadows of the flames reflecting of your stocking encased legs keep distracting me and I have to keep forcing my vision else where so as to keep on track with the conversation. I tease you about never having left Melbourne something I know I will regret later for I should not be disparaging a woman of such beauty. The conversation turns back again to my love of the female foot. Just one small aspect of my very intricately detailed life, of which in simple terms lays at the center a servants heart.

Such a humble piece of the human anatomy is the foot yet a vital one for our existence and one that I have had an affinity for since childhood. I confess this rather shyly still not feeling totally at ease and not wanting to break the mood. Our conversation digresses onto other things then you ask me if I'd like to give you a foot rub. I hope against hope that you aren't just teasing me and I manage to ask without stuttering and making a fool of myself if you are serious. You confer that you are and I watch in amazement as you swivel and place your left stocking clad foot in my lap. Fighting against every sinew in my body that is longing to have that foot against my face feeling your stockings rub against my face being allowed to kiss it and suck and lick your toes. With these thoughts running through my head I gently pick up your foot in my hand and gently starts massaging it. Knowing you've been wearing heels for the last two days and feeling jealous I softly ease my thumb into your arch massaging away your aches and pains sliding my thumb over the soft material of your stockings. You remark that you have a fetish for stockings and get them imported from Italy.

As if I've been slipped a truth serum I again find myself confessing to you that I have to agree with you that I too love stockings and agree that the best come from Italy. I am in complete unbelief how great this night has been. I felt special enough being invited knowing that not many do, and the mixture of the warm fire and friendly nature of everyone has been so relaxing and welcoming I would have been happy to leave without touching anyone or being touched, but you've just made this night that much more special again. Feeling your foot relax and not knowing how much longer I shall have the pleasure of being able to serve you this way I gingerly ask if I may kiss your foot before I start on the other one. You nod your consent as I gingerly lean over and softly press my lips against the top of your foot and my whole body sighs. I feel sad as you retract your foot from me but it is soon replaced by the other another sigh and I am happy again.

I repeat my ministrations to this foot as we continue to converse about what makes each other tick. I don't usually let men touch my feet I hear you say through the haze its as if I'm in a dream I think they're all bastards. I feel even more special and honored and privileged than what I already did with this new information and just wish I had a pair of feet half as delectable as yours connected to a woman a quarter as enchanting as you that I could come home to each night and ease her aches and pains away after a hard day. Knowing I probably don't have to ask again but something inside me just propels me too. May I kiss this foot too I ask meekly? With your renewed consent I lean over your foot softly kissing the ladder running for about two inches along the top of your foot. This time feeling a little more game I move to the toes kissing them as well and moving around to your sole I lay a few small kisses on you arch and ball. Burying my nose beneath your stocking encased toes I breathe in deeply slightly surprised that I detect no odor its at this moment I know that not only are these beautiful feet but well looked after even if you don't have time to enhance them with a coat of polish. Going as far as I feel I should I barely put the tip of your big toe in between lips and let it slide out again, wishing so much to kiss and suck and lick every single toe and even your whole foot as I envisage your whole foot in my mouth, I leave one last kiss as I know your wanting to leave. You whisper thank you as you do so and I cant believe you are thanking me I cannot express my thanks enough. As you glide away I close my eyes and melt back into the chair a smile on my face bigger than the Cheshire cats. I reminisce and smile even more dreaming about peacefully lying on the floor beneath you both of your feet on my face and feeling at home.

I fight against the sleep that wants to consume my whole being and gaze distractedly into the flames of the fire. Stretching my legs I place some more wood on the fire then go outside for some fresh air and to keep that fire going too. With the fire restocked I spot you in the spa with the other ladies and walk over to bid my farewells. Wishing I could just kiss your foot once last time especially now as its wet and naked underneath the water but feeling to shy with everyone else around I dare not. With a slight sadness in my heart knowing that we may never meet again I depart, knowing that my train will soon be pulling away from the station just as your foot did from my lap, which puts a smile on my face again knowing that for a few brief moments in time I really was living a fantasy.
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At Your feet Mistress

[Mr Detention Crazy]

Chapter 5 - BOB'S WORST NIGHTMARE

'Oh yes! Forgot to give you some food, slave!'
Bob looked at her in such relief and felt really hungry. As he had to be dressed in very tight thick catsuit on which took him a while and just got inside the tight thick rubber bodybag ready to be zipped up and strapped in. She zipped up the bodybag as it gets tighter and tighter and more restricting as the zip gradually comes closer to his neck and she has also left the little hole of the bodybag open to where his genitals are. She has padlocked all the placed, then tightly strapped him in with thick leather straps, there are 10 of them, from his feet to his upper chest and padlocked them as well. He is now utterley helpless and he couldn't move at all. She left him there for only 10 minutes to get his food. She returned with a bowl of hot steamy plain rice and some cooked vegetables and a glass of water. Bob was a bit disappointed that the food looked boring and tasted a bit bland. He appreciated that at least he has been fed quite well. While Bob is strapped in, Tina feeds him into his mouth and pours water down his throat carefully as she doesn't want her prisoner to be ill, so she can keep him here healthy and not die of starvation. She doesn't want a dead prisoner in her hands and goes to prison for murder which wouldn't fun for her. She is very smart and clever.
'Right, that's you fed! Now I'm gonna put this first hood on you. This one here is really thick and extremely restrictive, as I call this a 'Punishment Hood' with an inside inflatable gag that will pump up and completely gag you like shit, and 2 attached nose tubes here' tina is showing Bob the hood which looks so scary and dangerous.
'This is the most thickest toughest rubber hood I can find from one of the rarest shops from Germany. I paid a lot of money on this, so this YOU have to wear it for me, slave.'
'Now listen, slave, once I put this on, you won't be to hear a single sound at all and you will only breathe through those 2 small tubes, because once I pump this gag up, you won't be able to even breathe your mouth at all and you won't be able to swallow your own saliva!'
Bob's mind says, 'Good God, that is the most scariest horrible thickest uncomfortable hood I have ever seen in my life!!!' Bob gulped.
'Then I am going to encase your cock and balls in black shiny plastic sheath and duct tape to make sure it keeps the erection constantly for hours and hours, then this device with thin wire clamps will be strapped around your cock, will send you such painful stinging vibrating sensation every 15 minutes and vibrates for a total of 5 minutes non-stop and stops just before you actually cum. YOU are not allowed to cum, because if you DO, you have to stay in there encased in thick rubber until you learn NOT to cum. Do you understand, slave? The time is now about 9.48pm, you will stay in there until 12pm in the afternoon, that is a total of 14 hours in solitary confinement. That milking machine is switched on all through the night and morning, because if you cum, you get extra 2 hours encased inside. The longer you keep cuming, the longer you stay in there!'
Bobs was absolutely horrified and speechless in shock and despair. Bob's mind says, 'Holy shit, no! Oh God help me!'
She pulled, shoved, pulled, shoved the thick heavy rubber hood over his whole entire head. It was awkward to do because it is so extremely tight and extremely thick heavy rubber, and tricky to use. Mistress Tina finally done it, nose tubes inserted into his nostrils safely, and the zip from the back pulled down so tight and padlocked it in place then pulled the laces on the back of the hood even tighter than ever. She was running out of breath, her hands starting to get tired. Finally all done, then she pumped the inflatable gag higher and higher, until Bob's cheeks pushed out so firmly against the thick shiny dreadful hood and she closed the valve once done. He looked like a black skull made out of wood, painted in black and polished!
Bob's mind saying,'This is way too tight.' He felt the veins pumping around his head and can hear the pulse in his mind.
Bob is starting to really panic and almost crying inside there, moaning and whimpering and trying his hardest to scream the place down. Then, Mistress Tina pulled over the attached thick rubber hood as a second layer over the tightly hooded head, nose tubes through the holes again. Then Mistress Tina pulled his erect cock out and wrapped it tightly with a special stretchy plastic condom over it then placed 5 tiny clamps on his cock and wrapped it over it again to keep the clamps in place without falling off. Then she gets up, sweating, and wearing all in that tight rubber clothes, her heart beating faster in such arousal and pleasure, suddenly her dildo went violently inside her pussy and she was wet through,dripping on the floor, she was kneeling on the floor moaning and groaning in total pleasure, her pussy is starting to get very painful and sore as she has been wearing it since this morning. 'Oooooh, arrrgh, ooooh GOD! YES, YES, YEEESSS!!! That was just incredible. Ow! My pussy is stinging like shit and I LOVE IT, baby!' She talks to herself, trying to get up, her tight rubber skirt and boots creaking and the dildo stopped buzzing. She stood up and her legs stopped quivering, panting and gasping and her face with sweat.
She turns the milking machine on and the loud grinding noise comes on and suddenly Bob's body jolted . . . Bob's mind saying louldy, 'Aaah, shit, that really stings! Please stop it. I can't even scream and hear and see anything. Oooow. Urgh! Oh God, that is j........!!!' He was trying so hard not to cum but unfortunately he came so violently and painfully and his orgasms was so sensitive and nearly killed him! He flopped and too tired to move. The machine keeps going.
Mistress Tina leaves the room with him in there and said, 'I hope he suffers like hell and won't be able to ejaculate for a whole month! He will be milked dry like shit! Hehehe! Bob's worst nightmare, hahaha! Good!'
She is very cruel and vindictive indeed.

to be continued - CHAPTER 6 - 'CORPORAL PUNISHMENT, THE TINA WAY'

[Mistress Absolute]

now we are getting somewhere....slaves I want you to each contact one other slave on this forum to this thread and get some other stories started by slaves....
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[Mr Detention Crazy]

Dear Mistress Absolute, i have already done this chapter last night, so i thought i don't want to waste this chapter, if that is OK with You. do You want me to carry my story or...


Chapter 6 - 'CORPORAL PUNISHMENT, THE TINA WAY'

Bob was trying so hard not to cum as he remembered that he doesn't want to spend any longer confinements strapped in, suffering and whimpering while the milking machine kept going on and on and on every 15 minutes, constant torture on his very rock hard erect cock. It was vibrating so viciously, his whole entire cock and the inside of the cock too was aching so much and sending sharp stinging electrical shocks right through inside his cock to the very base of his pelvis. It is only about 20 volts he is guessing. He didn't cum but really wanted to do thinking about sexy Mistress Tina and her sexy rubber clothes, but if he did cum and not care, so he can enjoy the orgasms, but that means it will cost him another 2 long whole hours tightly wrapped inside, blind, deaf and gagged.
'Oooh. I don't know how an earth I am going to sleep in this condition all through the bloody night and day. I can't really tell how I have been kept inside, because I might've fallen asleep in the horrible black hole and then I ejaculated accidently, not supposed to. I don't want to stay in here. This really annoys me trying to avoid cumming, but I really really want to. It felt fantastic, but no more. This is really wearing me completely with this bloody machine thing trying to make me cum.'
Poor Bob, all his sheer hard effort concentrating NOT to cum clenching his pelvis muscles really hard, it is actually on the very base of his cock. Image you want to go for a pee, you have to hold it right there, that is the pelvis muscle that tightens. The true fact is the more you hold your muscles down there, the better and more sensitive your orgasms get. Fact! Not many people know this!
This felt like years being encased so tight, especially his poor head and face, waiting until 12pm in the afternoon to get some cool fresh air and a lovely hot bath. He is really forward to this once he is released. He wishes to see the time so he knows how long he has been inside there. Time is passing by in the dark very slowly, constantly breathing the smell of rubber and body odour at the same time. He is starting to panic thinking about his loving parents, 2 sisters, his pet Smudgie the cat and his lovely yellow Porsche Boxster, and his very job earning £40,000 a year as a professional web designer. He is 27 years old, very intelligent young man to earn a very good living. He has just bought a 4 bedroom house, worth £520,000 and got his mortgage sorted out. He was due to move in next week! He starting to really panic, desperate to end his horrible detention and escape free to his loving fresh happy world. He just dreamt he was with Smudgie at home with an open fire and he woke up so sad and angry at the same time. He was violently struggling so hard trying to break the belts, but absolutely impossible. Mistress Tina did a very good job to strap him in professionally, not just strong leather straps, she also used about 20 padlocks locked around him. Even his 2 layers of tough rubber hoods are padlocked as well. How an earth would he be successfully escaped and set free if he can't see anything?? He has just realized that. Damn!!!, he thought.
A hand grabbed his head and made Bob jumped out of his skin. Mistress Tina shouted at his crushed ear behind 2 layers of thick rubber sightless hoods, 'YOU STUPID DICK, YOU CAME DIDN'T YOU? YOU CAME ABOUT 4 TIMES SO FAR FOR THE LAST 14 HOURS ENCASED INSIDE. I THOUGHT WE MADE THIS CLEAR! I'M SORRY YOU'RE GETTING AN EXTRA 8 F***ING HOURS OF TORMENT INSIDE THERE! GOOD NEWS IS I HAVE SWITCHED THE MACHINE OFF NOW. SEE YOU IN 8 HOURS TIMES, SWEETY-PIE DARLING!' Tina smiled at her shiny plastic worm trussed up, really enjoying herself torturing him and keeping him inside for a further 8 hours and left the room and locked the metal door.
'I just can't believe it. 8 hours!!!! 8 sodding hours!' Bob was just gobsmacked. He is so tired and drained and his erect cock is really hurting him after 14 hours of cumming and trying not to cum, constantly, on and off al through the night and til 12pm now.
Bob was woken up with a jolt and made him jump out of his skin, he has slept inside. Mistress Tina grapped his shiny black plastic head and starting to loosen one by one, gradually. Pulling, yanking, tugging, pulling the tight rubber mask out of another tight mask underneath there. Finally she has loosen everything, at long last she has released that dreadful 'Punishment Hood' off his red sweaty sticky head and face after she released the air from the inflatable gag inside his mouth. Unlocked all the padlocks, undid the straps and unzipped the heavy rubber bodybag. Bob closed his eyes and the mind says' Thank shit for that. Aaaah, that lovely air. This is pure heaven.'
'Don't say a word! Don't give me those pathetic sorry bambi eyes. I don't give a shit about you, you are my permanent rubber slave, remember? Now, GET OUT AND BATH TIME, you got 20 minutes. I still haven't with you yet, slave!' Mistress Tina said in a cold voice.
'Did you enjoy your 22 whole hours of total rubber encasement, slave?' Bob couldn't get over that he has been inside there for an entire 22 hours non-stop.
Bob got out and his legs gave way, after being encased inside for nearly a whole entire day. He crashed to the floor. His penis is semi erect, still very sore and aching like crazy. He tried getting up, drained and tired and covered in sweat.
Bob was too scared, thinking he should say yes. 'No, I didn't. Tina, I want to go home now. Please let me go, please!' Bob was literally on his knees, begging for mercy, looking at her in despair. She just stood there, staring at him.
Mistress Tina is now wearing a narrow black shiny plastic miniskirt with her curvy round bottom shaped beautifully, rubber stockings, skin tight black rubber long sleeve top, black plastic stiletto shoes with 4 inch heels and a dog collar with spikes. Black and purple hair in a pony tail. She looks really beautiful and very sexy, Bob thought.
'Please, Mistress Tina, please let me go now. I need to go home. My family are wondering where I am. I can't do it any more. I beg you. I'll give money!'
Mistress Tina just stares at him, hands on her hips, no expression on her face with those cold blue big eyes. She walked up to him and grabbed his chin. She smells of rubber and her strong smell of body odour, sort of a bio sweaty smell that really aroused him and his penis started to erect, his heart pumping like mad and very worried as well at the same time, praying to God he can go. Mistress Tina was laughing at him and teasing at him as well saying, 'I want my mummy. I want my daddy. Boo-hoo.'
She bent over to his face and the sound of her tight plastic miniskirt started to crackle. Her cheeks sucked in, blue eyes narrowed.
'You are begging me to release so you can home to your mummy and daddy if you give your money? Is that right?' She said quietly. She raised her eyebrows and nodded her beautiful gothic face slowly meaning 'no'.
Bob's heart and stomach sank down, hair stood up on the back of his neck, sent a chill down his spine and sweating.
Mistress Tina's eyes widened and said. 'No! I'm keeping you in detention. Didn't you hear what I said, YOU...ARE...MY....PERMANENT...RUBBER....SLAVE. YES, F***ING PERMANENT! YOU STAY HERE NOT F***ING GOING ANYWHERE!' She screamed at him with anger. 'NOW GO AND WASH YOUR DISGUSTING BODY, NOW!!!'
Bob ran into the bathroom and burst in tears. He misses his family and his home terribly.
After he had his bath,he went back to his prison cell, he couldn't enjoy his hot bath, because he realises he is now finished, locked in, can't get out, his sadistic mistress on at him, day in and day out.
'Right, you piss face, get on your rubber bed, now! Corporal punishment, my way! Oh yes! Get here, right now, slave!'
Bob had to do what she says. He lied on the rubber bed. She quickly tied him up, hands and feet to the bedknobs with handcuffs, ball-gagged him, placed a very tight rubber hood with eye and nose holes. He can't move now. He is hopeless.
'Do you know where I am gonna whack you? With my black plastic truncheon?'
Bob's eyes widened in horror and nodded meaning 'no'.
'Oh yes, on your cock!!!' She then quickly wrapped his penis with thick plastic wrapping and a thick string as she tighten it around the bottom part of his penis to keep his penis firmly erect all the time.
'There! Done. Right. You will get 10 very hard smacks right on the tip of your cock with my lovely truncheon. I present you . . . 'The 'Tina-Style' Corporal Punishment!' She knelt in front of him, his genitals facing her, his body facing up the ceiling.
SMACK! The sting nearly killed Bob, he jolted violently, but yes she also strapped him in the those straps again.
SMACK! Bob is virtually blacking out, passing out, the pain was just unreal for him. You hear these loud claps echoed across the empty rubber prison cell, every time she flicks his manhood so swift and very hard, so professionally.
Mistress Tina flicked his erect cock with the truncheon 10 times now for exactly one hour. Then she unreleased him. He was lying there like a vegetable.
'YOU, GET OUT OF YOUR BED, bed time now. Time has gone nearly 9.45pm.'
Bob looked at her in horror. No, no, no, not rubber bodybag! he thought.
'YES, YOU ARE! GET INSIDE THERE NOW. C'MON, NO PISSING ABOUT, SLAVE!' she shouted.
She grabbed him and pushed him towards his horrible thick rubber bodybag.
'YES, I HAVE ANOTHER DIFFERENT PUNISHMENT FOR YOU TOMORROW AFTERNOON! See you at 12pm again!'
That means another 14 hours of rubber encasement for poor Bob.

to be continued - CHAPTER 7 - 'TINA'S BEST DAY & BOB'S WORST DAY'

[slave clean]

i was sitting, or rather kneeling, in the special reading room for slaves at the Library. In front of me a giant portrait of the very impressive dark Library Directress. i should have been better prepared for it, but the trip to New York had been a shocking experience so far. My new Owner, Madame Marleen, had sent me to a trip to the city ordering me to write down my experiences, comparing them with the ones from my earlier visits before the OWK seizure of power.

The trip over there had been awful, sitting in the cargo room of a fishing boat, whit a constant sea sickness and noone to talk to. An amazing sight that caught my eye when i finally arrived was the giant statue of Madame Nicole as the Statue of Slavery that had replaced the old Statue of Liberty. Her cruel beauty had been captured in the artwork and for a moment i envied those who could see it every day.

I was feeling quite dizzy when entering the harbour. The Lady in Charge of Customs throning behind a large desk was very attractive indeed and looked a bit like the famous Mistress Absolute. The grey uniform with decolletage suited Her very well. She asked for my name with a grim face and i showed Her my papers. Then She said “Colour”, and i said “What?”. It was the wrong answer. Two of the Ladies at the office took me behind a counter, and when they saw my white ass they used a riding crop to make it red again.

Humiliated but curious, i then tried to find my old club in Manhattan. It was not easy. Following the rules of all men i had to kneel to the ground every time i met a Lady and wait for Her to pass. This is easy in the small town i am used to but quite another thing in New York. Making some mistakes in the beginning a Lady in a carriage spat me in the face and said that i was going to be acquainted with her cigar if i wasn´t behaving.

Arriving to the club, i found that it looked as usual to the exterior. Except for a slave attending the guests at the entrance. i stepped forward and asked him if it was ok to enter but he looked as if he could not believe his ears. Then we both had to kneel when a Lady came out from the club. She was a beautiful redhead, dressed in a black outfit, very elegant indeed. She was carrying a riding crop and had three slim looking slaves in a leash. i heard Her saying with a smile to another Lady that She was going to “feed the ducks”, and they both giggled.

Captured by the beauty of the Lady and wondering what that expression meant i followed Her with the three slaves from a distance. After a couple of minutes they arrived to a small park with a lake and i was hiding behind a tree to watch them. The slaves were handcuffed and ordered to place themselves in the water with their mouths just above the surface. The Lady then took a bag filled with bread, throwing some of it for them to eat. It was very amusing for Her to see the starving slaves fight for the crumbs while at the same time trying not to drown.

Hypnotized by the scene i was standing there for quite a while despite the fact that i also was afraid to be caught. Suddenly She noticed me, pointed and said “Come forward”. Then i was ordered to lick Her black high-heeled shoes while She was examining my papers. “It will be a report to your Owner” She said finally. i was then allowed to speak, but when i opened my mouth She laughed, whipping my cheeks with the riding crop.

Then i was ordered to crawl away. Wich i did, of course. All the way to the Library and the special reading room for slaves. Where i am now, full of wounds and with an aching ass. Trying to write down my impressions from the first day in New York. I realize that the New York i experienced ten years ago is something in the past, never to be seen again. And as a confirmation i saw the dark and impressive Library Directress entering the room with an anticipating smile on her lips, and the slaves fearfully kneeling even deeper.

[slave ash]

This is a true account of my servitude when i served a Superior Mistress in Norwich before i had to unfortunately relocate.

Its friday morning. no matter how much i get used to it i still dread fridays and the humilliation it brings. The morning is like any other day, i awake and put my rubber gimp suit on, then make my Madames breakfast. i serve this on a tray before kneeling at the side of Her bed. When she is finished eating i light her a cigarette, put my head back, open my mouth and offer myself as an ashtray. After my Madame has finished smoking i fetch my slave hood and posture collar which is then fitted and inflated before resuming my everday domestic tasks and errands. The difference with today is that it is Friday. Every friday my Mistress holds a tea party for her select friends, this normally comprises of 6 Mature Madames, 2 are spinsters, 1 is a widow, 2 are divorcees, and 1 is a married housewife, there ages range from 42 to 60. Ocassionally there will be a guest that i do not know. Just before midday i take up my position, just inside the front door, standing upright, legs appart with a basket attatched to my bound balls that dangle from my chastity device, with each arm outstretched at the side. As the guests arrive, they knock once, open the door and come in, placing their shoes in the basket and their coats and over-garments over my arms or over my hooded head. when the last of the guests have entered, i take myself to the cloakroom and neatly put away their belongings before heading into the dining room before serving them all with tea and snacks. Apart from being used as a rubber maid, i am often used as a footstool, table, iff iam required as an ashtray, which is in most cases, my hood is deflated and removed and i am fitted with a tight fitting service hood which has mouth openings and i am also fitted with a dental gag to keep my mouth open. After ive finished with serving i am ordered to clean away the cups and plates and take my position in the centre of the room. This is the part of the day that i dread. i have my inflatable hood refitted, leaving just 2 small eyeholes, my hands are tied behind my back and my penis is removed from its chastity cage so that it is on full display and availiable. i have to stand there whilst it is groped by all the guests. It is tightly tied then ridiculed, slapped, poked, flicked, whipped, canned and pumped with a vacuum flask, this often lasts for a long time and i find it highly humiliating. when the Ladys have tired of it i am taken to a long table and strapped down. A hollow strap on is placed over my embarassed penis and i am left there waiting use. After a while one or two of the guests will take turns in mounting me, knowing that i can feel nothing adds to their enjoyment and my humiliation. When all the guests are satisfied i am unstrapped and told to fetch the 'doll' This is my most dreaded part of the day!!! The ladys position the chairs as iff in a cinema and wait for my return with the 'doll' i kneel down in front of them and start to inflate her. i am ordered to erect my penis and make love to it however they desire but without reaching climax, all the time i am suffering from verbal humiliations. iff i dont please the ladies i am thoroughly punished and heavily face slapped. iff i please them i am often allowed the privilige of ass or breast worship and milked.

in servitude

slave ash
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i do as i am told when i am told.