My Life As Mistress Sidonia’s Slave Pt2: Femdom Fiction

My Life As Mistress Sidonia’s Slave Pt2:
Femdom Fiction

My first visit to my Mistress’s Club

A week later my Mistress again summoned me to Her presence late one evening. On arrival I saw that she was accompanied by another Mistress, Mistress Amanda, who I knew helped Mistress find new slaves and was responsible for discipline in Mistress’s stable. I immediately prostrated myself before Her, kissing and licking Her boots clean until I was told to stop.

‘Now show your appreciation to Mistress Amanda ‘ She ordered and I obeyed. Whilst carrying out that duty, She told me what was in store for me.
‘I want to show you off at My club’ she informed me. ‘There You will be on display for all to see what a good arse licking slave I have. Don’t disappoint me, slave for I have a good reputation. If you fail Me I will whip Your arse until it is raw. Understand?’ I nodded my head aggressively.

On my Mistress’s instruction I immediately undressed in front of Her and Mistress Amanda and assumed the slave position with my arse up and my legs apart. She and Mistress Amanda then examined me as if I was a lump of meat – which, to them, is exactly what I was. My Mistress secured the usual collar and chain whilst Mistress Amanda placed a blindfold on me so that I could not see where I was going. They then led me to a van and I was literally thrown into the back. The door closed and we drove for about half an hour. We stopped, the two Mistresses got out and opened the back door of the van. I was then led out into a building where Mistress Amanda removed my blindfold. My Mistress then led me by my chain with Mistress Amanda following with Her whip held menacingly just in case I decided not to perform as required. We descended down some stone steps into what appeared to be a large well equipped dungeon with whips, harness and other apparatus covering the walls. This was Her club.

On entering the dungeon I was ordered to go on all fours and place my nose inside my Mistress’s bottom and follow Her. As we entered there was a hush – clearly Mistress was well known and revered by other club members. Mistress had a pre-selected table at which was sitting a stunning young brunette girl slave who flung herself at my Mistress’s feet when She approached, kissing Her boots in welcome. Like me she was dressed only with a collar and chain. ‘Enough’ said Mistress and sat down. Her girl slave, who I later discovered was her bondage slave Lolita, stopped slobbering over Mistress’s boots and immediately adopted the slave position on one side of Mistress with her naked bottom held high. I automatically adopted the same position with my mouth close to Her boots on the other side. Mistress Amanda stood behind us both with Her whip clearly ready for action.

All Mistresses in the club were similarly attired in leather thigh length boots, g-strings and collars that gave them and air of supreme authority. There were about a hundred people in the club. All the ‘Doms’ were women and the slaves were roughly half and half – men and women as far as I could see. Mistresses were served drinks by girl slaves whose only attire was a heavy collar. There was the atmosphere of a good party, people came up and greeted Mistress, she had a few drinks and there was a lot of laughter. Slaves were ignored, we were purely decoration for the moment.

I saw from the corner of my eye that in the centre of the club there was a slowly rotating stage about four feet high on top of which there was a simple scaffold with three horizontal metal bars. Attached to these was a beautiful young blonde slave girl who was completely naked. Her wrists were secured three feet apart to the upper bar. She was forced to bend over the second padded bar so that her arse was forced out as far as possible and her ankles were secured, again three feet apart, to the lower bar. I stared, bewitched by the spectacle. Mistress Amanda saw me watching and raised Her whip and brought it down on my unprotected arse. My Mistress bent down, smiled and whispered in my ear ‘You are now going to witness what happens when My slave disobeys me, slave’.

A short time later there was a hush and a roll of drums. Everybody looked over at our table. Slowly my Mistress got up and approached the centre stage. She climbed onto the stage and informed the eager audience in a commanding voice. She looked absolutely stunning. ‘This is My slave Nina. Yesterday, she chose to disobey me by failing to pee on one of My other slaves for My amusement,’ How many lashes does she deserve?’ There was a general bidding from ten, to twenty, to fifty lashes. She called a halt to the bidding ‘Fifty it is’.

Mistress stood beside Her obedient slave and stroked her tense body. She whispered something in her ear and then selected a vicious looking crop from a selection of implements. She then stepped back, slowly measured Her stroke aiming at Nina’s beautifully presented bottom. The first stroke produced a yell of pain and a cheer from the audience. Then the second as the crop swished through the air and descended on the target…… …..swish…..crack…… ‘Ooooooooo, Arrrrr’
…..swish…..crack…… ‘Ooooo…….please Mistresssssss’
…..swish…..crack……. ‘Arrrr’
…..swish…….crack…. and so it went on. The rotating stage ensured that everybody could see what was going on and hear the the moans from the beautiful young slave’s to her ever more red criss crossed bottom that was Mistress’s target. It seemed to take an age but after about fifteen minutes the punishment was finally finished – all 50 strokes..

At Mistress’s command two slave girls then brought up on to the stage a familiar looking box – it was a toilet like box. ‘Oh no, I thought, not in front of all these people.’ On a predetermined signal, Mistress Amanda led me on all fours, with my nose now up Her bottom, to show my servility, to the stage. I was ordered up the steps to the centre where Mistress took over. ‘This is my toilet slave, deadeye. He will now show you all how well I have trained him and how devoted he is to his job.’ Then turning to me she removed my collar and chain and ordered ‘Get under the box where you belong.’ I immediately did what I was told and both my Mistress and Mistress Amanda stretched my arms and legs as tightly and as widely as they could go and secured my wrists and ankles so that no movement at all was possible. The box, which had Perspex sides so that the audience could see inside, was placed over my head. Mistress Amanda then placed a wedge under my head to ensure that my mouth and nose was level with the rim.

Mistress approached the box, smirked at my predicament, removed Her g-string, turned and lowered Her beautiful arse onto the toilet seat. In a loud voice She ordered me to place my nose inside Her arsehole and smell Her now very sweaty arsehole. She sat on the toilet seat and I placed my nose as far up Her arsehole as I could go. The smell was almost intolerable as the lashing that She had given slave Nina had made Her sweat profusely. ‘Smell my dirty arsehole slave’ came the order. I did so remembering the punishment that had been inflicted on slave Nina for disobeying her Mistress. She moved back a shade ‘Now lick My cunt’ She ordered. Mistress had clearly become very aroused as a result of the flogging as She was very wet indeed and Her juices were running all over my face. ‘Lick it all up, slave’. I did so avidly for several minutes after which I was ordered to open my mouth and keep it still over Her cunt. Suddenly She began to shake and cry out in ecstasy. She was cumming and all thoughts of my predicament left me as I knew that I had pleased her. I licked up her cum and swallowed it. I knew what would happen next and sure enough, a trickle of my Mistress’s warm piss began to pour into my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could but the trickle became a torrent and some went all over my face and onto the stage. Finally the torrent finished and after I had licked Her clean and dry She got up and looked back at me covered in Her piss and juices. ‘That was not good enough, You didn’t drink it all, slave.’ I couldn’t protest and so meekly apologised.

Then She went over to slave Nina who was still hanging on the whipping apparatus. She ordered the two slave girls to release her after which She ordered slave Nina to sit on the toilet over my head. ‘Now slave Nina I hope that you have learnt not to disobey me, you will now pee into slave deadeye’s mouth once he has cleaned your arsehole.’ I didn’t wait to be so instructed and gently licked her bottom so as to try and ease her suffering. I then gently placed my tongue up inside her arsehole and moved it gently in and out and around. Slave Nina then moved her body so that her cunt was immediately over my open mouth, but nothing happened. Knowing the likely fate that awaited her if she failed again, I spoke quiet encouraging words to her and consequently after a brief pause a trickle of her pee began to drop from her cunt into my open mouth – the trickle then became a torrent and again I tried to drink it all. Again I failed and her warm piss began to trickle all over my face and body.

Having completed her task satisfactorily, slave Nina was ordered to get off the toilet box and proceed to the medical room to ensure that a suitable lotion was applied to her bottom to remove the most severe markings made by the crop at Mistress’s hand. Mistress left the stage and returned with Mistress Amanda to their table. I was left in the toilet box. Later I learnt that bondage slave Lolita successfully brought Mistress to another orgasm – her tongue being used to massage her clitoris.

Sold into Slavery – the Auction

Having been satisfied by bondage slave Lolita and having relieved Herself over Her toilet slave, Mistress then made an announcement that seemed to please the audience judging by the cheering and clapping. ‘I have decided to auction My slave deadeye, My toilet slave’ she said – I was horrified as I was completely devoted to my Mistress, my only ambition in my life being to please Her. And now I was to be auctioned off to another Mistress! Images of what my life would be like serving another crossed my mind and I despaired. I was, of course, in no position to argue trapped as I was on the stage tightly secured under the open toilet seat, my nose and mouth level with the rim vulnerable to any Mistress who required my services. As if reading my mind, Mistress then invited all Mistresses who would be interested in purchasing me to be their arse cleaning toilet slave to come and see how I performed to them. Mistress turned to me and whispered that I had better help her get a good price or otherwise I would be flogged as well as sold.

Many of the Mistresses present had been in the club for a couple of hours, drinking most of the time. A toilet with human toilet paper attached was likely to be in much demand. And this is exactly how it turned out. After a short pause, I heard chairs scraping as they were pulled back and cheers as one or two Mistresses came up on the stage. The first I recognised as Mistress Naomi. She looked down at me, sneered, showed me Her whip and threatened me that if I did not please Her then She would use it. She lowered Her g-string and then promptly sat on the toilet. She had obviously been turned on by the various performances over the last couple of hours as Her sex juices were flowing freely and the smell that came from Her arsehole indicated that She was quite hot and sweaty.
‘Lick my dirty arsehole clean – now slave’ She ordered and I applied my tongue as my Mistress had taught me. Then She moved backward and I was ordered to place my nose up Her arsehole and my tongue in Her cunt and again to lick Her clean – I was a slave to do as I was told – nothing more – and I licked Her avidly as if my life depended on it. Again the order came to open my mouth and the warm piss began to descend into it, down my throat – ‘Drink, slave’ and I did.

This torment was repeated several times until my Mistress was satisfied that all interested parties had sampled the ‘goods’ on offer. I was completely humiliated as well as being saturated lying as I was helpless as to what was to happen next. I didn’t have to wait long. The two slave girls who were assisting with the show were ordered to release me and I was ordered to stand on the stage. One of the slave girls sponged me down with cold water and a large sponge that would normally be used for cleaning a car. Then at Her command, the two slave girls, secured me to the same apparatus that slave Nina had been whipped on earlier although the position of the three bars had been changed so that I found myself standing tightly spreadeagled, 90 degrees to the stage, unable to move a muscle.

The bidding began. The currency was in ‘swatchas’ and so I had no idea how much I was worth in pounds sterling. But the bidding was fierce. From time to time a Mistress would come up and feel me. One even ordered me to put out my tongue and measured it – it didn’t take a genius to guess why. Finally there were only two bidders left, one of whom to my horror was Mistress Naomi the other a good looking blonde Mistress I had not seen before.

Mistress Naomi asked for one more test to see how effective a slave I was. The ‘cock test’ was ordered. Mistress turned to me smiling and again warned me that I had better not let Her down. One of the two slave girls approached me with what looked like a leather boot lace. She lifted my cock and tied the lace round my balls – it was a ‘restrainer’, a device used by my Mistress on many occasions to ensure I didn’t cum too quickly. The slave girl touched my cock and slowly massaged it and I swiftly gained an erection. She left me standing there erect and helpless. I knew that this test was not for my enjoyment – everything I did was for the enjoyment of my Mistress and so I couldn’t look too content. I thought of life as Mistress Naomi’s toilet slave and a strange feeling came over me as I thought of the utter humiliation of serving that beautiful ebony domina’s arse and cunt. My erection held and the bidding continued. Finally the blonde Mistress shook Her head and I realised that I would now be sold to Mistress Naomi for 20,000 swatchas, whatever that was.

Before pronouncing me sold, however, my Mistress was determined to have one last bit of fun with me. Unexpectedly she summoned slave Nina on to the stage and ordered her to kneel before me. To me she said ‘You have been a good and loyal slave – here is your reward. Then turning to slave Nina, she said ‘Lick him, slave’. Slave Nina moved forward and obediently began to lick my erect cock. ‘Suck him’ came the next order and slave Nina reluctantly placed my cock in her mouth and began to suck me. She moved slowly backwards and forwards, wanking me off in front of a very attentive audience. After a few minutes I could feel myself cumming and began to shout a warning that I could hold out no longer. Still slave Nina continued to obey her orders until I could not stop and with a massive cry, I came into slave Nina’s lovely mouth. I couldn’t stop and kept cumming more and more until I was completely exhausted. I looked pityingly down at Slave Nina being made to do this in front of everybody but was glad that if anybody was to be so humiliated, it was her.

Triumphantly Mistress Naomi came up to me and said that now I was Hers. She ordered the slave girls to take me down from the apparatus and the stage. Then my collar and chain were re-attached and Mistress Naomi ordered me on all fours and to place my nose inside Her arsehole and to follow Her out of the club as I had had enough enjoyment for a long time. I looked up at my Mistress to say goodbye but She was already selecting another slave to take my place and had no time for me.

The Following Morning

…… The following morning I awoke in my own bed in a deep sweat. What had I done? Where was Mistress Naomi? Nowhere. I realised then that I had had one hell of a dream and that I was still Mistress Sidonia’s slave and that I had an appointment to see Her in two hours time. I knew that I had to own up to my dreams and maybe be punished for disloyalty even in a dream. I knew that I had only one Mistress to whom I could be devoted and for whom I would carry out any order as long as it would give her pleasure.

I had quite a skip in my step that morning as I set out to Her dungeon. Should I tell Her about my fantasy with slave Nina being forced to satisfy me? Well perhaps not!

by slave Deadeye

My Life As Mistress Sidonia’s Slave Pt1: Femdom Fiction