I walked down a flight of stairs and found the door she had described to me. It was a plain, thick wooden door. Not much was there to distinguish it from any of the other doors on the block. I pulled the napkin out of my pocket and tried to read the address in the dim light. As best as I could decipher, this was it. 2281 S. Langford Street. I caught my breath from the brisk jog I had taken down to the 2200 block and took a second to compose myself. I remembered her last words at the bar, "If you do decide to come by, be ready. Once you step inside, you lose control, totally. You will be mine. Oh, and bring your keys."

To a normal, everyday Joe, this might have been interesting, even intriguing. To me, it was a signal. Given the place we met and what we both were wearing, it was patently obvious what her words meant. If I were to show up, I would be agreeing to submit to her totally and completely for as long as she wished, or demanded.

The bar where we met was something of an underground establishment. Few people knew about it, but those who did were primarily interested in bondage and discipline, with a few leaning towards the S&M aspects of the lifestyle. Everyone there dressed their part. You could tell the doms from subs with a quick glance. The place was never very crowded, and the ratio of men to women was always about equal.

The only reason I was there at all was because I knew the couple that owned the place. I used to work for the woman. She was a real bitch in the office, but nothing compared to what she was like in her playroom. I used to feel sorry for her husband, but after I realized what was going on, I began to envy him. It was only after I was promoted out of the department that I realized what the two were up to.

She had invited me over for dinner to celebrate my promotion. I guess my first clue that the were into D&s came when I arrived for dinner and her husband answered the door dressed in a French Maid outfit, stockings and garters. His wrists were cuffed, as were his ankles, and behind him his wife stood holding a long leather leash attached to his collar.

I feigned a sense of shock, boardering on disgust. She spoke up at once.

"Oh come off it. You love this shit. You would have never let me fuck around with you like I did if you weren't a submissive at heart."

My expression changed a little, a bit more accepting.

"Besides," she said, "if you didn't realize it before, I am Mistress Natasha. From the BBS. Yes, yes, don't bother to deny it. I am a co-sysop on the system, I know almost everything about you."

My look turned from one of disgust to one of horror. Here I stood, face to face, with a woman that could bury me politically. I expected all kinds of possibilites. She would force me to serve her, or blackmail me or something, but she didn't. All we did was eat dinner. Her husband cooked and served us a four course dinner. It was wonderful in every respect. She asked me if I wished to use him in any way. I declined. After dinner, that was it. We sat around talking, while her husband, kneeling at her feet, remained silent.

I must admit, I was envious. I wanted to be at her feet. But it was not to come. I think she knew what I wanted and I think she enjoyed that aspect of it.

Eventually she popped in a B&D film, all female dominant. She asked if I had seen it. I told her I had not. We watched for a few minutes and she began asking me questions about my interest in B&D. For some reason, I was completely honest. I told her about my college experiences, being the live in slave of a Mistress and how much I missed being dominated. I also told her of my search for a new Mistress and how tough it was. Everyone I had met was either a professional or taken. That is when she made her offer.

I came to find out that the only reason she works is for the pure enjoyment of bossing men around. In fact, I found out, she and her husband were filthy rich. Both of them had inherited incredible sums of money. She didn't specify any figures, but even looking around the house, I figured it must have been substantial.v Finally, she explained about "The Club." At that point I knew how rich they were. They designated about ten percent of the income they generated from the interest alone on their investment into building, staffing and upkeep on a club. Later, I found out that came to well over $200,000 a year.

She got up, left the room and told me to enjoy the film. In about fifteen minutes she returned. She handed me a small spiral bound book and a laminated card. The card was a membership card for a place called "Donna's Dungeon" (Donna was my ex-bosses name). The book beared the title "Dungeon Etiquette." She asked me if I'd like to visit her dungeon, and I told her I would enjoy that very much. She gave me an hour to read the manual and told me after that, we would get dressed and go.

I read the manual cover to cover, hanging on every word. The club was only open by invitation, membership cards were reqiured and there were very specific protocals to follow. Another interesting aspect to the club was that the club was run exclusively by dominant women. A Mistress bartender, and Mistress Doorperson, a Mistress Cook, and Mistress Waitresses. Dominant women were treated as Queens, submissive men were treated as slaves. For example, just to get a drink, or order food, the Mistress Waitress or Bartender may demand that you perform a task, lick her boots, or service her orally. All maintainence was performed by select slaves, as janitors or cleaning maids.

The bizarre thing was that it was free! There were no cover charges, no session fees, just a bunch of people living a unique lifestyle. The club was set up by Donna as a place for Dominant friends to get together and meet, and the only submissive men allowed were invited as guests, and made promising slaves for the doms who were looking. It was wonderful. Never a crowd, free food, free drinks and being surrounded by dominant woman all the time.

That was the good part. There was more. Part of the rules that had to be followed were these. First, all men must wear some sort of chastity device, usually a cock cage. Second, they must remain naked for the duration of their stay (the coatcheck Mistress took care of clothing). And, finally, any male submissive entering the establishment must have his arms bound behind his back, with each wrist locked to each opposing elbow. All of this happpened at the door. The coatcheck Mistress took your clothes, and the Mistress at the door bound the slave's arms in the prescribed manner and then locked a cock cage on him. Both keys were then put on a small necklace and the necklace was put around the slave's neck, presenting the keys for any Mistress choosing to take them.

The only condition was that the Mistress must ask permission of the Head Mistress of the House in order to take the keys. She then discusses it with the slave. The Head Mistress then decides whether or not the two should be paired. The booklet cited several examples. A slave could always refuse, but if his excuse was deemed invalid by the Head Mistress he was forced to go with her anyway. In other cases, even if both consented immediately, the Head Mistress could still say no to the arrangement.

Everything was very controlled. A slave was only free to make choices if they were approved by the Head Mistress. Even the other Mistresses did not have complete say.

Donna asked me if I'd like to go, and I agreed almost immediately. She told me to wait while she prepared her slave for a visit to the club. They both went upstairs and returned a while later, just as the tape ran out. After watching two hours of Mistresses and slaves, I was incredibly horny. Donna notice the buldge in my pants. She told me I had better be careful, if that wasn't gone by the time we got to the club, the door Mistress would take care of it for me. She also told me I wouldn't find that experience pleasurable.

She led her husband by a leash into the garage. He was naked, except for a cock cage, and the binding on his wrists and elbows. He also wore a large, bright red ball gag, which seemed to distend his jaw. I noticed two small clamps, one attached to each of his nipples. Donna twisted a knob on the top of them and he stiffened and then eased.

She opened the trunk of the car and helped him climb in. He did so willingly. There were several blankets and pillows in the trunk, but even so, he fit very snuggly. She shut the trunk and motioned for me to climb in the front seat. The garage door opened and we were off.

We only drove for about fifteen minutes before we reached a large building, near the warehouse district. It was a large brick building, and it looked fairly old. The place looked nice on the outside, especially as it was set against a row of old delapidated warehouses. The windows were clean and had drapes and the bricks were a nice tone. The front door was a large oaken ediface with a huge brass knocker.

Donna showed me around and taught me the secret enterance code. Four evenly spaced knocks and two quick ones. It seemed easy enough. She pointed up to the address, 42 S. Langford street. If I ever forgot, it was right there to remind me.

We got back into the car and drove around back. There she switched a remote control and a garage door opened. We pulled in and she released her husband from the trunk. He kneeled at her feet and followed her on his hands and knees as she walked to the door.

"When you come in the front," she explained," you are to greet the door Mistress and the coatcheck Mistress by kneeling and offering to kiss their feet, do you understand slave?"

I responded affirmatively, saying "yes."

She slapped my face quickly and with a great deal of force. "I am Mistress to you, from here on in, we are done discussing, it is time for you to serve," she told me. "Now crawl inside and make your way to the front door. Then you are to do as you are told."

Almost in shock, I obeyed. When I reached the front door, a woman bent down and asked "One of Donna's friends?"

"Yes," I told her.

She slapped my face and demanded the proper respect. I immediately fell to my knees and began kissing her black leather boots. I heard her mutter, "You'd think one of Donna's friends would know better."

I apologized and again got a fierce slap. "Who gave you permission to speak, you little shit," was the response. I continued licking her feet until I was told to stop. She then directed me to a small counter where I was ordered to disrobe.

A small, blond haired woman approached me and grabbed my cock. She smiled. She produced a small cage from behind her back with the other hand.

"Your cock is now mine," she told me.

My erection began to swell, and she looked me coldly in the eye. "You had better not," she said. With that my erection began to wilt. I was ordered to strip and hand my clothes in. I did so.

Next, the small blonde woman secured the cock cage on me and began tightening straps and finally she snapped a small padlock on the top of the contraption. Next, she pulled my arms roughy behind my back and cuffed my wrists to my elbows. It wasn't too uncomfortable. They placed a small necklace around my neck which held the two keys, one to my cage and one for the locks on my wrists and elbows, and told me to enjoy myself. I was about to do just that.

I moved up to the bar and asked the Bar Mistress for drink. She refused me. I began begging.

"Oh, please Mistress. Please, I will do anything you require for a beer."

She glanced back and told me, "I don't think so. Not yet at least. Besides, you have bigger problems."

I looked at her inquisitively.

"Mistress Fredericka is looking at you, and she seems to like what she sees. That, for you my poor slave, spells trouble. No one refuses Mistress Fredericka, not even the Mistress of the House. Oh shit," she said, "here she comes, better get her drink ready."

With that she stepped away. A beautiful woman approached. She was dressed head to toe in red leather. Her short blond hair framed her gorgeous face. Her blue eyes were piercing, and her demeanor was unlike anything I had ever experienced.

She stepped up, looked me over, and started playing with the keys dangling from my neck. I couldn't take my eyes off of her.

"So, young man," her German accent was very heavy, "do you wish to try to please me?"

I nodded, knowing better than to speak. She traced her long fingernail from my neck down to my nipple, circling it, and then down tracing my belly button, and finally, down to my cock and balls. She slapped my balls, her leather covered hand evoked a pain I had never felt before.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

Again, I nodded.

"Let me tell you," she continued, "I am very difficult to please and, as you say over here, a real bitch when I don't get exactly what I want."

She reached over and grabbed a napkin, quickly writing down an address. She tucked the napkin inside the top ring of my cock cage and told me to consider the option.

"If you show up," she added, "you may well become mine permanently. If you displease me, you will be tossed out on your head, bound and gagged for whomsoever chooses to pick you up and use you. You must know, I am extremely intolerant of disobedience, selfishness and disrespect. I will first train you, then humiliate you, degrade you and abuse you. You will come to love me, and when you do, your suffering shall be the greatest. How much are you willing to suffer for me?" she asked.

I responded, "Mistress Fredericka, I wish only your happiness. If it is my suffering that provides you with happiness, I offer it to you as a gift."

At that point, she left, telling me ""If you do decide to come by, be ready. Once you step inside, you lose control, totally. You will be mine. Oh, and bring your keys." She turned, went to the coatcheck Mistress, got her cape and hat and left.

Several Mistresses warned me before I left. One was good enough to pull the napkin out of my cage and read it to me. They all told me to be careful, that she was serious in what she said. They also told me that "Bring your keys" meant that she was the only one who would be allowed to release me. All the other Mistresses were honor bound to oblige, as the Head Mistress had agreed to it. My only other option was to go beg someone on the street to release me.

I was given a long cape, which was tied on to conceal my bondage, and directions to her place (down the street 22 blocks).

So here I am, at her door. My legs trembling, not from the cold, but from the fear of giving myself over. My keys were still around my neck, and I knew that I needed to ring the bell for any hope of release.

The moment of truth approached as I pressed my nose against the door bell. Do I ring it, or do I head back to the club and beg to be released? What is next for me? Who is this woman that everyone seems to fear. . . . . .

I summoned up as much courage as I had within me, and firmly pressed my nose against the doorbell. I could hear chimes inside, and I could feel, deep inside, my fate being sealed. I heard footsteps, and then the door handle turning, and then the door slowly opened.

Standing before me was the wonderful woman I had met at the dungeon. She was dressed as she was there. She radiated a magnificent power and beauty. Immediately I fell to my knees, and begged her to take me in.

"You know what that means? Yes, slave?" She asked.

"I do, Mistress, you will own me completely," I responded.

"Very well," she continued, "but crossing this threshold means no turning back. It will be a comittment, and you will be forced to honor it. You must tell me that you are aware of what you are doing."

"Yes, Mistress," I told her, "I know what I am doing, and offer myself willingly."

"Very well, then," she told me, "you may enter."

I stepped through the doorway, and again, I felt a change come over me. I was trembling and unsure of myself. Mistress Fredericka seemed to sense it, and it seemed to please her.

"Kneel, slave," she demanded. I obeyed instinctively. Before I realized what was happpening I felt a collar being attached around my neck and a leash being attached.

"You now belong to me, body, mind and soul," she told me. "You will address me as Mistress Fredericka, and infractions of that rule will result in immediate and extremely painful punishment. Do you understand, slave?"

I nodded. As my head returned to its upright position, I felt a slap across the face. "You were required to answer that question!" she barked.

"Yes, Mistress Fredericka, I am yours body, mind and soul," I responded.

She then informed me of the rules of the house. They were to be immediately committed to memory. They were as follows:

1. The slave must know when to respond and when to remain silent. Failing to answer a question and speaking out of turn are identical offenses.

2. A slave forfeits any rights to his body, mind and soul upon entering the realm of Mistress Fredericka.

3. Any infractions of rules must be punished. A slave is required to report any infractions of himself or others immediately to Mistress Fredericka.

4. Failure to perform any duty adequately may result in dismissal of a slave.

5. A slave is responsible for fulfilling all of Mistress Fredericka's needs, desires and wants. It is his job to know exactly what they are and to fulfill them exactly as she sees fit. Failure to do so requires immediate and severe discipline.

6. While there there is such a thing as discipline and punishment, there is no such thing as a reward. The only reward you shall receive is in knowing that you have pleased your Mistress.

I committed each rule to memory, verbatim. Mistress Fredericka made me repeat them over and over again, until I spoke quickly enough with no strain of memory, and without thinking about them. Once she was satisfied, she informed me that it was time to move on.

She led me over to a small sofa, and ordered me to sit down. I obeyed. Next, she asked me what my schedule was like for the next week. I told her I was free, other than work. She handed me the phone and commanded me to clear my schedule through next Monday. This, of course, was easy enough. After all, Donna, the woman who had set me up with Fredericka was my boss, and I did have vacation time coming.

I called her at home; there was no answer. Fredericka grabbed the phone away and quickly dialed.

"Mistress Donna, please," she said into the receiver. "It is Mistress Fredericka calling." Then she handed the phone back to me. When Donna answered she was a bit surprised to hear my voice, but I explained everything, and she told me to take the next two weeks off. I told her I only needed one, but she assured me that a week of rest would be in order following my training with Mistress Fredericka. She laughed and told me not to worry about it, I was in very capable hands.

I hung up the phone, and Mistress Fredericka sat down beside me. She put her hand on my knee.

"Let us discuss limits, slave," she said. I agreed, feeling a bit relieved.

"First," she continued, "I only stop punishments when they are either complete or they begin to bore me. Of course, if I get tired I may stop, but I very rarely get tired."

"Second, you may use a safe word. However, it is something you should consider doing very carefully. Once the word is uttered, everything stops. Once everything stops, nothing starts again. Understood?"

I nodded in agreement.

"That means, if I am in the middle of whipping your ass while you are hogtied, everything stops. You are untied, and shown to the door. I will never speak with you again, nor will I maintain any kind of relationship with you. If you happen to wearing something ridiculous, or nothing at all, you must accept that, for you will be put out on the street naked if you are wearing nothing."

Again, I nodded in agreement.

"Finally, I am the only one to whom you may utter the safe word. Do you understand?"

This time I was a bit puzzled. What did she mean?

She continued, "Let me explain." She turned her head and shouted, "Amy, Juliette, Heike, machen sie schnell! Kommen! Jetzt!"

Almost immediately, three women rushed into the room. They were all dressed in black leather boots and red leather bustiers and g-strings. Each wore a belt to which was clipped a riding crop. Each crop appeared to be different. Mistress Fredericka ordered them to introduce themselves to me. They did so, in the order in which they were standing before me. The introductions were a bit unusual.

Amy slowly approached me, and leaned down. She whispered into my ear "I am Mistress Amy, you will obey me completely or feel pain, Mein klein Diener, Ja?"

I had a great deal of trouble understanding what she had said. Later, I would learn that "Mein klein Diener" was a term of affection she often used "my little servant," she had called me. Of course, my response was somewhat late in the coming, and not what she expected. I simply muttered, "Huh?" Big mistake!

Before I knew it, Amy had hold of my hair and pulled me quite forcefully off of the sofa. I tumbled to the floor rather ungracefully. The other two women watching and Mistress Fredericka let out small chuckles. Amy, still holding my hair, pushed my head down, lifted her right foot and placed her heel on the base of my neck. Forcefully she pushed down, using her heel, until my face was only an inch from her left foot. In her best English, she shouted "Lick it." I quickly stuck out my tongue and began lapping furiously at her boot. Her foot eased up on my head until she finally removed it. All the while, she was softly muttering "Besser, besser, das ist besser." Without any warning, she curtly pulled her foot away, and stepped back over with the rest of the women.

"Do you know how absolutely ridiculous you looked, slave?" asked the second woman. Judging from her English, this woman was from America. "My name is Mistress Juliette, as in Romeo and Juliette. But you're no Romeo. Look at you, kneeling on the floor. You are pathetic, let a girl beat you up. You even look like you enjoyed it, didn't you?"

I nodded, averting my eyes. I could tell her cold, cruel gaze was still fixed upon me. I slowly looked up, only to find her staring right into my eyes.

"You have the nerve to look at me?" she barked, "after what you just went through? Do you want some more of the same?"

I quickly looked down. Something about her seemed to pure, so open, so honest, yet at the same time, her glare was enough to make me tremble. Most of all, I found myself ashamed. I mean really ashamed. For some reason I really cared what this woman thought. It really seemed to matter to me, and somehow, I felt, I had disappointed her.

I could sense her getting closer, I didn't dare to look up. I could see her, out of the corner of my eye, squat down, bending at the knees. She reached down and wrapped her right hand around under my chin and slowly raised my head until I was staring right into her eyes. All I could do was focus on her piercing brown eyes, they seemed to look right through me. She had a cute little nose, and very full lips, which looked as if they were constantly pouting. Her beautiful face was framed by medium length light brown hair, very straight and parted from the left. I could smell her perfume when she got close. I was intoxicated!

She leaned very close, and I could feel her breath on my face.

"You disgust me, you shit!" She told me, in a tone full of disgust and antipathy. Then she spit on my face and pushed me backwards, so that I toppled over. Again, the women laughed as I made my way back up to my knees, Juliette's saliva running down my face. As it touched my lips, I stuck out my tongue slightly to taste it, to savor it. It was as sweet as honey.

As she stepped back, she remarked that I had a long way to go before I had earned her respect. Only later, much later, would I understand what that meant.

Finally, Mistress Laura stepped forward. Of the three, she looked and acted the bitchiest. After what I had just experienced, I dare not look up at her. Instead, I averted my eyes, staring at her leather clad feet.

She circled me four or five time, ocassionally hitting various parts of my anatomy gently with her crop, almost as if she were testing a piece of meat for freshness. She ran the crop over my nipples, and my groin, gently prodding, and occassionaly swatting at them and watching for the effects. She then turned to Mistress Fredericka and nodded in approval, saying "Ja, Es genugt." Later, I would understand that she had told Mistress Fredericka that "Yes, It will do." I felt her crop slowly trace up my chest to under my chin. Slowly she instructed me to raise my head by pressing the tip of the crop into my throat and upward. When I was looking into her cold, dark eyes, her full, bright red lips told me her name-- "Mistress Heike."

She stepped back, and dismissed the three women. Mistress Fredericka motioned for me to climb back on to the sofa. I obeyed. She explained that the three women I had just met were in training to be Mistresses themselves. Two of the women, Amy and Heike, were born and raised in Germany, and Juliette, who I was beginning to consider a goddess, was born in America, but had been living in Germany for the past five years. They had all been training with her in Germany when she had decided to come to America (I never have found out why that was!).

One of the first orders of business, she told me, was that I would be taught German, because it was her native language, and all of the women she was training spoke it, Heike spoke german exclusively, although she was learning english.

My heart nearly stopped when she informed me that Juuliette was to be my german instructor. She also added, somewhat uncharacteristically, "which is good. I think she likes you."

Given her earlier performance, I thought that she really had it in for me, but Mistress Fredericka explained that Juliette had been making great strides in her dominance lately, and that she had never "warmed up" to a slave as quickly as she did to me. I smiled, which drew a look of dissatisfaction from Mistress Fredericka. She continued, adding "don't get me wrong, she still doesn't consider you worthy to lick the dirt off of the soles of her boots, but I think she likes you, as much as any Mistress can be expected to `like' a slave."

My leap of joy feel to a new low. But at least I was going to be able to spend time with her, learing german, and who know what else. Mistress Fredericka explained that I was to be used by her every morning when she woke up and every evening before bed. Otherwise, I was to be at the mercy of her trainees. Everyday from noon to three was the time assigned for my German lesson. She also informed me that Mistress Heike wouldn't even take a second look at me until I was much more fluent in german, so not to expect too much from her. So for a while, I was to be shared by Juliette and Amy between three o'clock and ten o'clock, and then off to Mistress Fredericka's chambers until noon again the next day.

By the time we had everything set, Mistress Fredericka informed me that my training would begin tomorrow at dawn, roughly 6:00 a.m. She also told me that slave's minds are more open when they are tired, and as a result, I would spend the night in a special position, designed to permit me only an hour or so of rest at a time.

She unhooked all of my bonds and told me to follow her to the "special room." When we got there I saw a strange looking table, almost like a gynecologist's examination table. I lay down on it, and had my wrists, and ankles strapped tightly to small supports. My legs were spread wide and my waist was strapped down to the table.

Next, I was blindfolded with what felt like a wide band of silk. As it covered my eyes, all light was blocked out. I could feel Mistress Fredericka insert what felt like earplugs into my ears. I could still hear, but everything was muffled. I felt her attaching something to my cock, and tried to look down under the blindfold, but to no avail. I heard a small motor start up, but nothing seemed to be happening. The last thing I heard was Mistress Fredericka's voice telling me to sleep well, and I heard the lights click off and the door shut. I closed my eyes and began to drift off.

In the middle of a dream (a fantastic one about Mistress Juliette!), I was awakened by a sharp tug on my cock, and then another. Next I heard a small click, and the sound of Juliette's voice filled my head.

"So you are awake, little one. Well, then it seems time to start your training. Lesson one, vocabulary."

I realized that the earplugs were small headphones and that the voice I was hearing was a tape recording of Mistress Juliette's voice. The tugs on my cock had stopped, and I began to drift back to sleep at the sound of Mistress Juliette's voice:

"Slave.....Sklav"

"beg ......zu bitten"

"foot .....Fuss"

"kiss .....zu kussen"

"lick .....zu lecken"

and on and on and on. . . . As I began to drift back off, as if perfectly timed, I felt a surge of pain shoot straight through my cock, up through my stomach, and into my nipples. And then another one, and another. Every fifteen seconds or so, it felt like a surge of electricity had been funneled through m cock into my chest. Mistress Juliette's voice cooed a gently, "pay attention now," throughout the whole process. Then again, back to:

"Slave.....Sklav"

"beg ......zu bitten"

"foot .....Fuss"

"kiss .....zu kussen"

"lick .....zu lecken"

The shocks were four in sucession, and then they ceased, leaving me wide awake. After the lesson ended, I dozed back off, for what must have been an hour, only to awaken to the same treatment and a new vocabulary lesson. When morning came, I was awakened by Mistress Fredericka.

"Time to start day one, Mein Klein Dieter." I looked up at her and responded, "Ja, meine Frau! Bitte, Ich liebe dich!" It took me a moment to determine what I had said, "Yes, My Mistress, please! I love you!" She smiled softly and undid my bonds.

"Follow me, slave. On your knees!"

I obeyed.

I was led to Mistress Fredericka's "playroom" and she explained that she was very pleased with my overnight progress, but she wanted to make sure that I "really wanted to be here."

I chill ran down my spine as looked around the room. There were whips, paddles, and chains hanging everywhere. I wondered what I had gotten myself into, and I remembered my safe word.

Almost as if she read my mind, Mistress Fredericka turned to me and stared me down.

"You remember the safe word, don't you?" I nodded. "Also remember that if you use it, you'll never see Mistress Juliette again."

My heart sank. She knew. Again, as if she read my mind, she chuckled, and added, "I know you're in love with her. She's beautiful. Perhaps the most beautiful I have ever trained, but no one has survived her so far, so don't get your hopes up. Besides, you have to get past me first. EVERY MORNING," she barked.

I shuddered. Mistress Fredericka was beautiful, but nothing I had ever seen anywhere compared to Mistress Juliette. It would truely be an honor to serve Mistress Fredericka, and I vowed to do so without hesitation, but to serve Juliette, my heart lept!

She told me that it was time to experiment.

First, I was tied to a post in the middle of the room. My wrists were tied to the opposite elbows, making me hug the post tightly. My legs were bound tightly to it at the thighs, knees, calves and ankles. She put a trainer gag on me and attached the top ring to a ring on the post, I couldn't move a muscle.

The next sensation I felt was a sting on my back. Not far behind was Mistress Fredericka's voice, "So, how much will you suffer, just to serve Mistress Juliette, slave? How much?"

Crack after crack echoed through the room, I felt welts begin to rise on my back, thighs and ass. I tried to struggle, tired to break free, but to no avail. The bonds held. I began crying, whimpering and moaning, anything at all to get her to stop. Nothing made any differance, crack after crack of the whip fell. Then, finally, she paused.

"You know the word, slave. If you ant this to stop, say it now!"

I remained silent and the whippings continued. Every inch of my back, thighs and ass were on fire! As she stroked my skin fiercely with the whip, she explained to me that she was determined to get me to quit, to use the safe word, and ever so often, she'd release my gag and ask me to utter it. Each time I refused.

Finally, the whipping stopped. I slumped down against my bonds, tears streaming down my face. Mistress Fredericka approached and told me it was time for the fun part. My welts were to be treated with a special formula, designed to reduce the swelling and speed up the healing. She also told me, while it made the welts disappear overnight, it meant 6 or 7 hours of intense pain. The cure, would, so to speak, hurt much worse than the disease.

She began rubbing the lotion into my back. At first, it felt cool, soothing, and very nice. Next, it began to feel colder and colder, until finally, the heat turned to pain and I was, once again, squirming, crying and trying to break free.

"Best not to use the safe word now, slave. Once the lotion is applied, there is nothing that can be done to stop the pain. Besides, she cautioned, you better not let Mistress Juliette see you like this. She can't stand a weak slave. Stand proud, you made it through your first morning. But, beware! After today, things get much tougher."

Mistress Fredericka released my bonds, and I slumped to the floor.

"Beg to lick my boots, you worm," she barked.

"Please, Mistress," I said overcoming my need to scream," please allow this humble and unworthy slave boy to lick your boots."

"Very well, Mein klein Diener, clean them. Make them shine!"

I knelt down and licked for all I was worth, as I tasted the leather of her boots, I began to forget the dearing pain in my back. It was as if my submission made me forget the pain. I licked for all I was worth. Mistress Fredericka pulled her foot away and lifted her foot slightly, putting it into a nearby light. She looked down at her boot, twisting it in the light.

"Adequate, merely adequate, slave. You have much to learn. Before you have the honor of placing your tongue on my boot again, I must have Mistress Amy teach you proper technique. I would ask Heike, but she is so disgusted by you that you'd never survive the session."

I bowed my head shamefully.

"Well?" she asked.

I looked up inquisitively. What did she want?

"Aren't you going to thank your most generous Mistress for the honor of serving her, and for the most kind gift of allowing Mistress Amy to train you?"

I nodded quickly, "Thank you, my most beautiful and generous Mistress, I am truely not worthy of the honors you bestow upon me."

She nodded in agreement, "No, slave, you are right, you aren't. Stay here," she continued," until I get back. And, one other thing, that little thing between your legs? I caution you against letting it grow when Mistress Juliette is around, she absolutely hates that. In fact, she has been known to do some pretty nasty . . . Oh well, never you mind. Given how you feel towards her, I am sure you'll find out for yourself."

After saying that she left. The door was wide open, and I could hear talking in the hall. It was all in german, and I could barely make out the voices. I knew one of them was Mistress Fredericka, but I couldn't hear the other voice well enough to determine who it was. I waited for what seemed like forever, before Mistress Fredericka reappeared.

"Well, our time is just about over. I am going to leave you for Mistress Juliette and your lesson."

With that, Mistress Fredericka told me to make my way over to a set of stocks. My ankles were placed in two half circles and a large bar was swung around, entrapping them inside another set of semi-circles. I tried to raise my ankles, but they were held tight.

Next, I leaned over into a pillory, my wrists separated and my neck in the middle. Again, a large wooden bar was lowered down, and my neck and wrists were effectively immobilized. Finally, Mistress Fredericka rolled over a thin metal pole with hook on the top of it. She took a strange looking jar and held it up. She put it directly in front of my face. A pair of wires were attached to a bobber-type device inside. She removed the device and took the jar and left the room.

When she returned, she held the jar up to my face, right under my nose. "Smell that, slave? That is the precious golden nectar that your Mistress has allowed you to have."

I realized that she had filled the jar with her pee.

She set the bobber contraption insie the jar and hung it from the top rung on the pole. It lookedlike it contained about 2 cups, not a huge amount. The bobber floated high in the fluid.

She attached the clips on the wires to set of terminals on a nearby pole and explained to me, "These wires trigger a small bell. When the bobbers touch, that is, when the jar is empty, it will summon Mistress Juliette for yor lesson. Of course, she may or may not come. If she is busy, she may put it off until later. One never knows."

Next, she took a large piece of rubber tubing and put one end in the jar, and clamping it in place. Next she attached the other end to a pacifier. The pacifier as put in my mouth and she order me to drink. Even though the jar only held a cup or two, the pacifier made me work hard just to get a few drops. When I tasted it I was shocked. It actually tasted good. It was warm, although a little bitter, and slid easily down my throat.

Mistress Fredericka started to leave, turned and remarked, "Oh, I almost forgot." She smiled wickedly, and flipped a small switch on the pole. As she did, I felt the floor beneath my feet begin to warm up.

"As the bobber lowers, your feet will feel more and more heat. Once you are nearly done, I wouldn't stand in one place too long, you might not like it," she said, chuckling as she turned to walk away.

There I was, sucking as fast as I could to drink Mistress Fredericka's pee, more and more, hopping and bouncing, trying to relieve the burning in my feet as the jar grew closer and closer to being empty.

As I sucked and hopped, I watched the jar get lower and lower. Finally, I was down to the last few sips, when the bell started to ring. I continued sucking and trying to keep my feet off of the burning mat, attempting to drain every last drop.

I have no idea how long it took for Juliette to show up, but I was just finishing sucking on the pacifier when she arrived.

I was so stunned looking at her that I allowed my feet to rest momentarily on the pads beneath them. I screamed, dropping the pacifier from my lips.

"My, my, my, what do we have here?" she asked. She leaned down and put her gorgeous face a fraction of an inch from mine. I could smell her lucious perfume, and sense her complete control over me.

"It seems I have caught you in a ridiculous position again, little one, no?"

I nodded. She laughed, "And I was thinking that perhaps I had you all wrong, that maybe, just MAYBE, you might be something special. Guess I was wrong. Look at you. God, how pathetic." She stepped over to the pole and shut off the switches. The pads cooled off almost immediately.

"So, Mistress Fredericka says that you are in love with me, yes?"

My eyes went straight to the floor. I as falling in love with this beautiful goddess, but how could I say so, after she had found me hopping frantically, sucking Mistress Fredericka's pee out of a jar through a pacifier? I remained silent.

"You seem to like being in these humiliating ridiculous sitations, slave. I can't stand such weak minded slaves. So you love me, huh? Well, I am not even sure I LIKE you, much less love?" She turned away laughing at my ridiculous plight.

When she turned again, I noticed her outfit. She was dressing in a very tight fitting leather bodice, dull red. Around her hips was a thin black belt, which held up her leather, g-string panties. Again, she was wearing thigh-high boots, this time in red, with 4" heels. She also had on a pair of black, thin mesh, elbow-length gloves. She leaned down and put her face right in front of mine. I wanted to kiss her so badly that she sensed it. All I could see was her gorgeous face, high cheek bones and her large red puting lips. I needed to have them touch me, at least a little bit.

Around her forehead she was wearing a red bandana, tied as a headband and her brownish hair was pulled back tightly into a small pony tail.

She looked me straight in the eyes, and told me that I had called her early, too early and that she was going back to the weight room to work out. In the meantime, she told me that she would figure out something to entertain me.

She went back over to the pole in the middle of the room and played with a few knobs and switches, and then hooked up a long tube to the base of the pole. She ran the tube up behind me and inserted what felt like a nozzle up my ass.

"I have it set on the lowest level, a drip feed," she told me. She turned and jogged out of the room. I could hear her, as she left the room, tell me that she'd "see me in an hour or so."

I could feel the drip of lukewarm water start to fill my colon. Every ten seconds or so, another small squirt. I started timing the flow of the liquid into my ass. Each six squirts, seemed to be a minute. In just 360 I would see my Mistress Juliette again. I closed my eyes, concentrated and waited.....

After 300 or so I began to start feeling very full. I wanted to expel the nozzle, but found I couldn't, something was keeping it tight inside me. I decided to hold on until Mistress Juliette returned.

Another sixty quirts went by, and I thought I was ready to burst. Then I heard voices. Stepping into the room was Mistress Juliette and two other women. Mistress Juliette was dressed as before, but her face was flushed red, and glowing. I could see beads of sweat on her forehead around the headband and trickling down her chest into her cleavage. The other two women wore tight leotards, which covered their chests, stomachs and crotch. They too wore bandanas for headbands and each had a healthy looking glow.

They were both amused to see me in a pillory and asked Mistress Juliette why I was there.

"He's about to have his first german lesson," she explained.

"Really," one of the women remarked," his first? Can we watch?"

Mistress Juliette agreed. Before anything else, she removed the nozzle from my behind and looked out at the women. "Right now," she explained," he's holding 2 quarts of Mistress pee-pee inside." She fitted a small plug in my ass and explained to me that if I passed my test this afternoon I would be allowed to expel it into a normal toilet. Otherwise, I would be left here for the maid to find. She added, "and if the maid finds you, she's likely to make you clean up your own mess, with your tongue."

I was determined to pass!

Before we began the lesson, Mistress Juliette ordered me to help "cool down herself and her friends." That was to be done, first by giving each of them a tongue bath. First, they removed their headbands and I licked the sweat from their foreheads. Next, I licked their underarms, followed by the inside of their wrists and, finally, the backs of their knees. Each tasted very warm and salty, but Mistress Juliette tasted distinct. I would know her taste and scent anywhere!

Finally, I had to suck the sweat from their headbands and allow them to dry draped over my face. Mistress Juliette's was closest and I could smell her sweet aroma. I had almost forgotten about the occasional cramps and twinges on pain in my lower abdomen from the enema.

After I had cleaned each of them and they had cooled down, my lesson began. The first three quarters I seemed to know, everything flowed naturally. I was instructed that from now on, between the hours of noon and 3:00 p.m. I was to speak only in german. Often I had to have things repeated, but for the time, that seemed to be o.k.

I was tired from a lack of sleep and an earlier whipping, I could still feel the lotion on my back burning. My feet hurt and my intestines were cramping, but pleasing Mistress Juliette seemed so much more important.

Near the end, Juliette started using words and constructions I didn't know. I kept asking her to repeat them, but to no avail. I simply didn't understand. For a half hour, she screamed at me in german, each moment getting more and more agitated at my lack of response. All I could say was "Slower! I don't understand!" And each time, she got more and more angry.

Finally, she informed me that the lesson was over and that I had not done very well. She was disappointed, and had high expectations for me. She leaned over, again, right in my face and told me, "You are so pathetic. I try to train you, to make things easy, but you insult me. All you can think about is pleasing me, no doubt. But even when you try, and concentrate, you are a pathetic failure."

She stepped around the side of me, still berating me, "You are worthless, a pathetic failure. Next time, you will do better, or that is it... I'll turn you over to Mistress Heike and she'll be a lot rougher on you."

I was so upset, I actually started to cry, tears running down my cheeks. Mistress Juliette came around to the front, leaned over, and with a small smile on her face bent down and put her face up to mine. Our noses touched, I smiled a bit, still crying from the pain and humiliation of the situation. She turned slightly, and stuck out her beautiful tongue and ran it up my cheek, tasting my tears.

She smiled, in a bitchy kind of way, and told me, "you pass . . . for now." She then left, with her friends following behind. I could hear them telling her how impressed they were with her performance and one even asked about me. Mistress Juliette responded "Oh, someone will find him, sometime. I just hope, for HIS sake, he doesn't make a mess....." And then the voices faded off.

It wasn't too much longer before Mistress Amy arrived. She was sweet and kind, actually, and led me to the bathroom. Quite a change from her earlier performance! She watched me relieve myself and then took me back down to the playroom. The whole time we spoke german. She asked if it was true that I was falling in love with Mistress Juliette. I simply nodded. She expressed concern at the way Mistress Fredericka had told her about my boot licking and she offered to help me. I agreed.

We went to a different room this time. I was again tied with my wrists and arms behind my back. Mistress Amy turned from friendly to deadly serious in a split second.

"Crawl to me, slave, quickly!" she shouted. I could see her removing the crop from her belt. It was incredibly difficult to crawl ith my arms tied up, but I did my best, managing to tip over only two or three times. Nonetheless, she did not seemed pleased. When I got to her, she stepped around behind me and started whacking my ass with the crop, with quick short bursts that stung incredibily.

"You'll have to do better," she remarked, and walked to the other side of the room, "Again!"

It took me four times crawling across the floor before I finally did it without falling.

"Better," she told me, "Mistress Fredericka and Mistress Juliette will expect that kind of performance every time. Now for our second lesson."

This time, she had me kneel before her, with my legs, bent at the knees, and spread wide enough for my balls to toch the floor. From there, I was to bend at the waist, keeping my ass on the floor, and begin licking her boots. The pain in my ankles and legs were becoming worse. My thighs and waist began to cramp and I still could get no closer than a full foot away from Mistress Amy's boots. She told me that I would have to start a very vigorous stretching program, but for now, she'd help me out. She took a small footstool and placed it before me. She raised her right foot and placed it an inch or so from my face.

"Now, lick it, pig!" she commanded.

I began licking in earnest, only to feel her crop fall on my back.

"No, no, no, all wrong, slave," she explained, "now sit up."

I obeyed. She began discribing how I was to lick her boots. First, I was to extend my tongue as far out of my mouth as possible, next, I was to place the entire length of it flat on her leather boots. Finally, I was to rotate it in a circle, so that my tongue ran around to the left and put the underside of my outstretched tongue flat on her boot. The cycle was repeated, so that I was using both sides of my entire tongue in the licking process. Never was my tongue to lose contact with her boot. It was a difficult and complicated procedure to master. In order to help me, Mistress Amy did two things. First, she put a wide leather collar on me, which had two D-rings on it, one on each side of the collar. These rings were attached to leather straps that ran to the heel of her boot and hooked on. Second, she inserted a strange metal ring in my mouth, which moulded around my gums, forcing my mouth open.

"Now, stick out our tongue as far as you can," she commanded.

I obeyed, and felt her attach a wide clamp at the very base of my tongue. It prevented me from drawning my tongue back into my mouth. Finally, I heard two small clicks and realized that my tongue felt immobilized. She told me to push it to the left, and I did. I found that my tongue could only move in a counter-clockwise direction. The moulding in my mouth kept it in a perfect circle. I tried to pull it back and twist it right and up and down to no avail. All I could do was follow the perfect circle around and around, that Mistress Amy had described to me earlier.

"You may find yourself asking to use this often. We call it a tongue trainer. It will condition your tongue muscles for perfect foot worship. You do want to learn perfect worship, don't you?"

I nodded enthustiastically, unable to make a sound with the tongue training device in my mouth. Mistress Amy smiled, "Well, then, slave. Begin!"

I put my face down on Mistress Amy's boot and began running my tongue in a circular motion all over the to of the instep of her boot. It began to shine. Much better, I thought, than the old way. She seemed pleased, and I got great pleasure from performing well. She continued talking while I cleaned her boot.

"Much better, don't you think?" she asked herself. "Yes, yes, a tremendous improvement, I do think he is learning!" She directed her comments to me, "Now, slave, you may ask for the tongue trainer whenever you provide foot, shoe or boot service. It may feel unpleasant, but it is nothing compared to the punishment you'll receive from a sloppy shine. Besides, if you ever have the honor of washing a Mistress's bare feet, which I doubt you ever will, we can all tell proper technique and poor technique from touch alone. Generally, poor foot, shoe or boot service is grounds for what we call level two discipline. And believe me, you are better off never knowing what level two discipline is!"

She seemed to serious about it, "with the exception of Mistress Heike, none of us likes to administer it, not even Mistress Fredericka. It is, to you, at this point, unthinkable!"

I felt fairly sure of myself. What I had experienced with Mistress Fredericka must have been level two at least, she had put me through such agony, and I endured. Sensing my confidence, Mistress Amy assured me that I had no idea. I still felt sure that my experience with Mistress Fredericka was the worst it could get, so I remained calm.

"For example, little servant, that whipping you recieved this morning?"

I paused, waiting to hear confirmation of my thoughts.

"That was not even considered punishment. That was pleasure for Mistress Fredericka. If she had wanted to punish you with the whip, you would be in bed for a week, and that would only be level three."

I paused again, and fear washed over my body.

"Or level four," she continued," it depends. Either way, it is the easiest of the level three punishments. Most of them involve pyschological as well as physical torment. Whipping is usually only level four, unless it has a mental component to it as well. Level two punishments are so psychologically devastating, that you don't even notice the physical discomfort, which is extreme as well."

At this point, she sensed my raw fear, turning into panic. "Don't worry, little servant, you always have the option to accept level one punishment instead, instant dismissal. But, somehow, I don't think you would. Besides, it would mean never seeing Mistress Juliette again."

I could feel her smirking, "Now lick it, you dog!"

I continued licking. My tongue was getting incredibly sore and tired. I realized that these were muscles in my tongue I never used. After a short while of feversih licking, my tongue began drying out. I felt the familiar feel of Mistress Amy's hand grabbing a tuft of my hair, and rather than waiting for the pain, I raised my head as she pulled. In her other hand she held a spray bottle, not unlike the kind used to water plants. She held it up to my mouth, and began spraying in on my tongue. It moistened my tongue, but left a familiar taste. Yuck, I though, SOAP!

"It is a mixture of soap and water. It tastes a little strange, I know," she added, "but it really helps clean up, and you will get used to it. Some Mistresses here use other types of detirgents and polishes, they taste much, much worse. You are getting off easy."

I kept licking, and scrubbng her boots with my tongue. I was instructed to lather her boots with each spray, and then scrub and dry them as my tongue dried out. She repeated the process many times. After a long while, my tongue was numb and I could barely move it. I had completed the lower portion of her boot, from the toe to the heel, both sides and the top of the insole. I had not even touched the leather than ran from her ankle to her thigh, nor had I seen the sole, not to mention the second boot!

"Well, that is enough training for now. You'll have to get much quicker and learn to ask for more soap when you are ready. We Mistresses hate having to pay that much attention. You're only learning, I know, but if someone asks for service, you'll have to do both boots, top to bottom much, much more quickly. This small part took over an hour. You had better get the whole thing, both boots top to bottom, down to half that time if you want to last around here."

I couldn't believe what she asked, but somehow, I knew I could do it. She removed the tongue trainer and looked at me, "You've wasted enough of my valuable time, how do you want to be tied?"

I looked up inquisitively at her.

"Well, how do you want to be tied?"

Again, I didn't understand.

"I'm not just going to leave you for the next few hours to run around the place, I need to put you up, so I can get on with my business, now, I'll ask again, how do you want it?"

I responded, "whatever pleases you Mistress Amy, is what I want."

She chuckled, "right thought, wrong person. You'll learn, you'll learn."

With that she brought me to a large wooden cross on the wall. I expected to be spread out and bound to it. Much to my surprise she untied my arms and elbows and put a large strap around my waist. The strap was attached to a pole in the middle of the room, all were locked in place.

"I told you, slave, wrong person, right thought. I would have left you in a pair of handcuffs, sitting by a pole, but you asked what pleased me, and here it is!"

She walked to a small trunk and pulled out a large grey object. Long pieces of wire ran from it. Three of them were run from the object, which resembled a lead weight through the rings attached to the cross. One was attached to my cock harness and the other two were attached to my opposite ankles. The weight was sitting on a shelf, about the height of my nose, only two feet in front of me. All the cords were tight, and my legs were spread as wide as the could go without causing intense pain. Mistress Amy ordered me to stretch my arms out, under the shelf holding the weight. She clipped on a pair of cuffs to my wrists, holding them tightly together, and two long pieces of metal were run up the undersides of my arms. Finally, she attached them to my upper biceps with another pair of cuffs. I couldn't bend my arms at all. She pushed slowly against the weight, sliding it off the shelf, onto my forearms.

"Now, when I remove this shelf, you'll be holding that weight with your arms. I wouldn't let go, or let it slide off. If you do, you'll find yourself forced down into a split, with your cock stretched to twice its normal length. You can try kneeling, but that too will result in incredible pain. The only option is to hold those arms out straight, and suffer until help arrives. That may not be until Mistress Fredericka comes to pick you up. . . . In three hours."

Before leaving, she wrapped a large band of silk around my head and over my eyes, effectively blindfolding me. "In case you have visitors," she added. Then I heard the click of her boots slowly fade as she exited the room. My arms were already beginning to tire and as I let the weight down, even slightly, my cock and legs felt it. I was determined to hold the weight up for all three hours if need be.

I stood motionless, my arms strainng against a weight that felt like it was getting heavier by the second. Now, I felt as if I were holding 500lbs. After what seemed like an eternity, I heard soft footsteps approach. I figured that my time was up, that it was Mistress Fredericka coming to take me back to her quarters for the night. I was wrong. I heard the steps approach, and then I felt a strange sensation. A loosening of the cords on my ankles and an unfamiliar tugging on my cock. This time, the tugging was pulling up, and I realized that my arms were floating, rising up above my head. The weight had been removed.

I still was unable to raise or lower my arms significantly, but, at least for now, the threat of failure was much less. The weigth must be back on the shelf, I thought to myself. There is only one person who would do that for me. It must have been Juliette! She must really care!

I fantasized for the next hour or so, awaiting the arrival of Mistress Fredericka. I could almost tell it was her when she arrived by the tell-tale clicking of her boot heels. I was becoming very adept at distinguishing among voices, and other distinct sounds that each Mistress made.

"So, I see that Mistress Amy had her way with you," Fredericka's voice chimed in, "but someone took pity on you. You must have impressed someone greatly," she added.

My heart fluttered, maybe it was Juliette, perhaps she was so touched by my devotion that she helped me out, even if it was just a little bit.

Mistress Fredericka unlocked my waist belt and detached the cords from my wrists and ankles. She removed the cuffs and reattached my arms behind my back, cuffing my wrists together. It was the most comfortable position I had been in since my arrival. Finally, she removed my blindfold.

It took a while for my eyes to readjust to the light, but once they did, I cold ahrdly believe what I saw standing before me. Mistress Fredericka was dressed very casually, wearing a pair of faded, baggy jeans and a crewneck, cable knit sweater over a white turtle neck shirt. I could still see that she was wearing boots, but they were covered down to the base of ankle by her jeans.

She noticed my surprised expression and slapped me across the face. "I dress for MY pleasure and convenience, not yours!" Her face was made up in a very soft fashion, making her look much younger and very cute. The way she looked had changed her from a bitch goddess into a very adorable, even cute, woman. I could hardly believe my eyes.

"You'll see all of us, each looking very different many times over," she cautioned, "if you give that look again, I may well just poke your eyes out. You're job is to serve, not question." After saying that, Mistress Fredericka turned very cold, which was out of charater only insofaras how she was dressed.

She led me out of the room, back down to her quarters. One we got there, I was led to the foot of her bed. As I would find out later, it was quite an honor!

There I was tied in a very unique position. The base of her bed had a large brass frame, with bars running top to bottom every foot or so. I was tied, sitting down, with my ankles cuffed to the underside of the frame, and my knees cuffed the saem way. My wrists were tied to small rings attached to the frame of the baseboard, stretching my arms wide (a king size bed) to each side. Finally, my face was pressed between two of the bars directly in the middle of the baseboard. behind my head four straps, rubber I assume by the way they tugged at my hair, forced my head through the bars so that my cheeks were pushed back, forcing my lips apart and stretching them back tightly. I must have looked ridiculous, but I decided, if it was Mistress's will, then it must be done, and done well! As a last measure, a thin piece of cord was attached to a small ring at the head of my cock. The cord was run up through the bed to a small pulley device. At the end of the set of pulley's was a eight inch wooden handle, like a servant's call bell. It didn't pull measurably on my cock, so I didn't give it much thought.

After I was secured, I was left alone. My thoughts immediately raced to Mistress Juliette.

I fantasized about being totally ownd by her, about trying to win her respect as a slave and succeeding. I wanted nothing more that to have her return the desire, passion and love I felt for her. For the first time, I knew what true love meant, complete sumbission to Mistress Juliette, serving her in every way imaginable. My entire existance subsumed by her, existing only to please her and to make her life easier. There was nothing that I wouldn't do for her, I thought, including that which I feared most....level two submission. If she asked, I would gladly submit to the most diabolical and most torturous treatment I could envision.

As I sat suspended at the frame of Mistress Fredericka's bed, wondered how many men had been here before, how many had tried to please her and how many had failed. I felt special, perhaps because of the treatment I had received just a short while ago. Someone, I could only hope it was Mistress Juliette, had taken enough pity on me to end my suffering, at least momentarily. I knew I could not assume too much. That was a show of pity, not a show of love. I needed, more than anything else, to have Mistress Juliette love me as I loved her. Although, I knew enough to know that was impossible. What could she possibly want with me? She could have any man she desired. My mood turned to one of desparation, I tried to free myself, to get to her, but the bonds held. My cock was straining against its bonds as well, trying to break free. Here I sat, hopelessly head over heels in love with a Mistress unwilling to do more than spit in my face and enjoy the tears of suffering that she had caused. Was it enough? I could only hope.

Judging by the clock by the bed, of which I could only see the minute hand, two hours passed before Mistress Fredericka returned. When she did, she came in with a young woman. She was very cute. Short red hair and fair skin. A warm smile and very perky features in general. She seemed nice and gentle.

"You weren't kidding!" she exclaimed, "you really meant it!" She walked over and ran her fingers through my hair. She was dressed, much like Mistress Fredericka, very casually. She wore old faded jeans, ripped in the knees and a pair of soft leather shoes. Her top was a very loose fitting forest green cotton shirt. Around her waist she ore a thick black leather belt.

"I promised you, didn't I?" Mistress Fredericka asked. The woman stepped away and walked to Mistress Fredericka. She leaned over and kissed her full on the lips. Before long, the two were engaged in a deep french kiss. Periodically, I could see each tongue darting in and ot of the other's mouth. Their hands rubbed all up and down the other's chest, until finally, they rolled onto the bed. As their weight fell upon it, I felt my bonds shift and then fall back into place.

"Fuck me Freddy!" the woman cried, as she reached down unbuttoning her jeans, "fuck me hard, I need you!"

Mistress Fredericka reached over to the drawer of the nightstand and opened it. From it, she removed a long (18") double dildo. Slowly, she worked it into her partner, and then she rolled her on her back and climbed on top. Between moans, kisses and sighs, I heard Mistress Fredericka tell this woman that she could add "sound effects." The other woman tittered and agreed. She reached up and pulled down fiercely on the handle that was attached to my cock. I let out a loud yelp, followed by a "please Mistress, No!"

Those very words, earned me five successive cock stretchings, each more intense than the last. Finally, she handed the handle to the other woman and climbed back on top, with the dildo between them.

"When you want more," she told her, "pull the handle. Each sucessive yelp, will indicate for me to get hotter."

Now I saw Mistress Fredericka's ass bouncing up and down on top of the woman. She began to moan, and I felt the first tug. "Ahhhhhh!" I screamed, and the action sped up. Each sucessive tug was harder and harder, and my screams became more and more pained. Yet, each time, the action got faster, more furious. As this woman got hotter, I saw the cord become wrapped around her wrist. She lowered it a foot or so from the pulleys, forcing my cock into the bottom of the bed and stretching it terribly.

As I screamed in pain, the two made love for what seemed like hours. I was torn between the pain in my cock and sheer excitement of watching these two beautiful women make love. The pain in my cock became more and more pleasant as I got excited.

Finally, they stopped, falling into each others arms and holdng each other. The woman's hand and wrist, still clutched the handle connected to my cock. Finally, after an half hour or so of watching these two gorgeous sweaty bodies interlocked, rolling and kissing, she dropped the handle I felt some relief.

"I need to get going, I am supposed to meet a friend of mine at the '90's," the woman said.

I knew what the '90's was. It was a gay and lesbian hangout. I wondered at that moment if Mistress Fredericka, and all of the other women here, were gay, even Mistress Juliette!

Mistress Fredericka looked tired, lying there naked, as the other woman left the room. "I'll call you," she shouted.

"Please, Mistress," the woman chuckled, "please, do! Awwww, shit," she said," I can hardly walk!" They both laughed as the woman made her was out of hearing distance.

"That, slave, was Ariel, she told me that she `tops' sometimes. so I wanted to show her what I do. To tell you the truth, I don't think she was impressed by you. You'll need to work on that."

I nodded as best as I could through the bars.

"Did you like what you saw, slave?"

Again, I nodded.

"Then you are going to love this!"

No sooner had she spoken when Mistress Juliette walked into the room. She was dressed very softly. Her makeup accentuating her the softer contours of her face. Still, she was devastatingly beautiful. She as wearing a powder blue baby doll nightie, and was a bit shocked when she saw me tied as I was. Before I could react, I felt a familiar feeling, a wide band of silk pressed over my eyes, and all light shut out. All I could do was listen to the moans of two bodies pleasuring each other. As the night passed, I heard all sorts of sounds, crys, begs, moans, and the like. Whatever was going on, they were having a great time.

Finally, they decided to go to sleep. One of the two gave a few quick tugs on the handle, rousing me to complete attention.

"You know, Juliette, he's in love with you, don't you?"

"Him?" Juliette remarked, "you have GOT to be kidding!"

"No Juliette, he told me. I think he's serious, love! Really!"

The onl other sounds I heard was laughter of Mistress Fredericka and Mistress Juliette as they cuddled in each other's arms, and Mistress Juliette randomly commenting on the ridiculousness of the situation.

The last thing I recall, before drifting off myself were Mistress Juliette's disturbing words, "I'd rather be celibate then be in love with HIM!" The cuddled some more and luaghed themselves to sleep. I did the same, but with a sinking heart and a bad feeling in my stomach.

.............

I slept surprisingly well only to be awakened by the feeling of someone petting my head, and slowly, sensuously rubbing my ears, neck and shoulders. I whispered, "Is that you?" But the mysterious prescence only responded with a cautionary "Shhhhhhhhhhhh!" I heard the bed more gently, soft footsteps, and then nothing.

When I awoke, the blindfold was gone and the room was empty. What happened last night? Why is Mistress Juliette playing these mind games? What does she want from me and why can't she telll Mistress Fredericka that the feelings are mutual? We could be so happy together. Maybe I should say something? Then again, maybe not. . . .

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