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THREE SLAVES FOR THREE
SADISTS
PART 1
Have you ever seen a movie
called The Collector? It was made in
1965 and starred Terence Stamp and Samantha Eggar. He
kidnaps her and holds her prisoner in his large house.
At one part in the movie,
the prisoner asks her abductor what sort of man could do what he is doing to
her. And Stamp says: “I’ve just won the football pools and if more people had
more money a lot more of this sort of thing would go
on.” Not the precise dialogue, but you get the drift.
Well, I didn’t win the
“pools” as the British call them. I did much, much better.
My name is Pat Wynn – awful
pun, I know, but you could say I had a big “Wynn” – and I’m 40, busty,
brown-haired and they reckon I’m very attractive. I’m big, but I’m all in
proportion, big thighs, big butt, big mouth, BIG
appetite.
You get the picture, don’t
you? I’m the sort of favorite aunt young boys – and
not so young – dream of being spanked by.
Sorry, I’m getting ahead of
my story.
I used to run a company
which provides mortgages for people who want to get into a home, usually
first-time house buyers. It’s a very successful business, thanks in no small
way to my drive and business acumen and I was called by some of my staff “the execubitch” because I didn’t suffer fools gladly. Still
don’t.
Anyway, a large firm, which
should have known better, stole a system of refinancing that I had designed for
my clients. Not only that, they had the temerity to steal one of my advertising
slogans to go along with the larceny.
I hate giving money to
lawyers, but realized I had no alternative, so the case was heard by this
darling old judge. Well, not old, but he wasn’t going to see 55 again. And he
ruled in my favor. And when I say ruled, I mean ruled!
He said he found it
astounding that such a large and well-known firm should have stooped – his
words – so low as to rip off a smaller, industrious firm like mine. And then
the old dear made my day.
He awarded me $55 million in
damages, some of them were punitive and some were – oh look, I don’t know, and
I don’t really care. What I did care about was the 55 mill!
The big company was advised
– obviously by lawyers who weren’t, as usual, keeping an eye open for the easy
dollar – that it would be pointless to appeal. Apparently the darling judge had
come down with a cast-iron decision that would have been almost impossible to
overturn on appeal, so they paid up. Quickly.
Do you know what the
interest on $54 million can earn you a week?
Why $54 mill, you ask?
Because I equipped my
mansion outside San Diego, with three sumptuous torture chambers. And I mean
sumptuous – I did not skimp on a thing.
And I did not skimp on my
three dear submissives, either. There are three because
I have two dear friends, and we have always been curious about “domming” male sluts. And with my money, we had the
opportunity.
My other dominas
are a 32-year-old blonde, Jeanette, who has short-cropped fair hair and a body
to die for, much slimmer than mine. If you’ve ever seen pictures on the
internet of that bodybuilder-model named Jamie Eason then you’ll get the
picture.
So there’s me – brown – and
there’s Jeanette – blonde. Which just left us with one more
to find. That’s right - black. And Jeanette, who used to work in a gym,
knew a lovely black lady who was always working out there. Her name’s Nadine,
and she’s 25. Oh dear me, is she lovely! What do they say? “Try black and
you’ll never go back!”
Well, you look at Nadine,
with her pert, perky titties – areolae as big as the palm of my hand! – her cute tush and her bronzed thighs, and you’d go down on
your knees. What a domme!
So there we were, black,
brown and blonde. And I decided that we should match us up with a brown-haired
slave, a blonde slave and a black slave.
Difficult? I don’t think so. They say money can buy anything,
and after my big win in court, baby I believe it!
The first to come on board,
as it were, was a bored millionaire, with a penchant for being whipped and
golden showers. I’ve known him for years, we’d had a
fling, that’s how I found out about his penchant for being a sub slut.
His name’s Jake, he’s 32 and
he’s well built, keeps fit, you know? And he’s also well built there! Jake’s got a lovely eight-inch
cock, and it’s uncut. Sorry, but I’ve got a thing about uncut men. The circumsized look doesn’t do a thing for me. So much more variety with an uncut cock.
That’s the brown-haired boy
and we call him “Brownie” when we’re humiliating him, and it’s become his
nickname.
Now to the black
man. He’s a bit younger than
Jake, his name is
Clyde was drummed out of the
Navy – he was a Seal, or an Otter, or something – when he tried to put the hard
word on a lovely lady in a San Diego bar and she turned out to be an officer’s
wife. Oh, all right, he didn’t “try”, he almost raped her. Naughty boy! We call
him Blackie, which is the perfect name in my book.
Which leaves us
with the blonde boy. He is SO cute. Lovely blonde hair, which falls to just below his shoulders.
Great physique, superb pectorals, thighs like teak, and a butt you could spank
forever. His name is Toby, but we call him “Blondie”. And he’s 18.
When he’s fully erect –
which is a helluva lot of the time – Blondie measures
up at a more-than-adequate seven inches.
How did we get Blondie, you
ask? Simple, he’s my nephew!
Now before you get all antsy
about that, he was my sister’s husband’s son by a prior marriage. So it’s not
really incest at all, see?
How come such a young man
wanted to become a submissive, sex slave for a 40-year-old, a 32-year-old and a
25-year-old? Simple. He’s a total slut!
There are some people who
are simply made for sex slavery and Blondie is one of those gorgeous darlings.
You remember the James Dean look? Sultry, smouldering, but
essentially a kid who every mother – and domina – in
So I spent a lot of money on
the three torture chambers – although, to tell the truth, I look on the entire
mansion as one big torture chamber – and I provide the slaves with a little
weekly stipend. Although Jake, or Brownie, would perform for us for nothing, I
swear! He’s such a submissive slut!
Now that’s introduced us
three dommes and our three slave boys, let me tell
you about the torture chambers.
First up, there’s the
whipping room. Spacious, but with couches and large leather easy chairs, so we
ladies can look on in comfort as one or other, or all three of the lucky lads
are getting their buns burned.
We have a flogging frame, a
chrome steel contraption, and a leather-padded birching block, although the
birch isn’t something we use much, we prefer paddles, canes, lashes, you get
the drift. There are bars and straps hanging from the mirrored-ceiling.
The room is equipped with a
St Andrew’s Cross, which I think is a rather boring
piece of equipment, personally. There’s also a wheel, on which the lads can be
strapped and then rotated. Much more fun, if you ask me.
The next chamber is equipped
with a metal frame for electro torture – nothing too shocking, because we like
our lads to be able to get it up for our pleasure. After all, these guys are
all good-looking hunks, and from time to time we let them “have their way” with
us. Only under strictly controlled circumstances, of course!
There’s also a torture
bench, it’s on castor wheels like a hospital gurney, and you can get up to all
sorts of fun when you’ve got a lovely strapped-down slave on that! There’s stirrups at the middle and the head of the thing, so
we can climb aboard either the slave’s face or his cock. You get the picture,
I’m sure.
And last, but by no means
least, there’s the urine room. It’s basically a bathroom, with a large step-in
tub, which is kept filled with urine, heated to room temperature. There we like
to give our boys piss baths, and they tend to like to worship our bodies after we
dipped our pussies and our breasts in the liquid.
Well, I say “like”, but
apart from Brownie, who is a golden shower and piss freak, I think the other
two don’t really “like” it. Still, Blackie and Blondie have to do their fair
share of duty in there, can’t go letting Brownie have
all the fun, can we?
The urine room is very well
ventilated, otherwise the pong of the piss would be somewhat overpowering.
Except for Brownie, of course, the piss slut!
When we’re not playing all
sorts of sadistic little games with the trio, they have their own play area for
fun. Blondie can be punished by both Blackie and Brownie. Brownie can also
punish Blackie, but neither of them can punish him – except with our
permission! That’s because he’s the sort of senior slave.
Oh dear, I’ve just heard
Mistress Nadine calling out. Apparently one of the slaves has been misbehaving,
or something. Looks like we’re gonna have to form a
torture tribunal to see what penalty he will be sentenced to.
Hey, I’ve had an idea. Why
not come along and listen in to the proceedings? It could be fun.
Well, except for the slave,
of course!
To be continued.
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