The First Encounter
By marcuswriter3@gmail
Lady Ara begins her domination on a pathetic subject


A tentative and almost apologetic knock was barely heard on the large, black
glossy painted front entrance door, a small lamp with subdued yellow lighting
affixed above the lintel allowed a thorough view and although the visitor was
ignorant of the fact; there was no door number. The detached cottage was set
back by virtue of a short driveway and was sheltered romantically by gently
swaying large branches belonging to the various trees that held guard. That
would be the only romance on offer this particular dusky evening. The door was
reached by ascending two fair sized stone steps and offered no view as it was
a solid wooden window-fewer sentinels. Thoughtlessly looking around he spied a
large three glass sectioned bay window on the left of the door and a larger
four sectioned one on the right, all exhibiting tightly drawn heavy looking
curtains that indicated nothing toward its contents. Though the diminutively
built caller had hardly looked above at the two windows that signified
bedrooms, if he had studied closely, maybe he would have noticed the shadowed
face of a young man looking down at him. The waiting visitor had been escorted
and had been monitored from the moment he left his business premises with his
chaperone/driver until reaching the door and even now was on several screens
within certain rooms of the cottage. The cottage, of course, had been rented
from an elderly childless couple only too pleased to take a vacation on the
healthy remuneration they received for the loan of their modest residence with
all business having been discreetly conducted by outside professional agents.
Inside, all was situated as it was when rented, save for the removal of
anything that might show an address, a photograph or any other means of
identification of anyone at all, and the large room that was designated for
the purpose of this evening's caller's visit.

The nervous guest was slight of build. He was a white, middle-aged Englishman
from a decent adopted parentage. He seemed to reach an average height. On this
particular evening he was covered by a long stylish light coloured coat, his
fashionable shoes were clean and his sparse hair was at least neat. He was
fidgety, as was to be expected, for he awaited the most gorgeous delights
imaginable and was eager, though apprehensive, to get started. He was a
submissive and wanted to experience that which he had undergone during his
childhood to young adulthood stages, and though much enjoyed they were beyond
his control and he wanted to have some say on the sexual degradation that
thrilled him so, and though he had made half-hearted attempts to attain some
satisfaction from willing ladies that proffer such services, he had found them
wanting. There was a special one that he received a modicum of the sadistic
treatment he craved but she knew her limitations and so had sought further
levels for him. This particular female it transpired, was a veritable source
of much information that Lady Ara demanded before she considered anybody for
her 'favours'.

The careful vetting process had been completed by Ara's devoted labouring
minions, that is backroom staff that obeyed without thought or question every
beck and call of the beautiful sadistic socialite long before she embarked on
this 'new career', and they had found nothing remotely worrying with regard
the applicant. A businessman, quite a moderate success really, mid 40's,
single, no children, two relatives in Australia, a nice big car, a nice big
home and more than capable of the financial transaction demanded of him. No
service activity, no political intent and no Police record to cause concern,
Ara was mildly disappointed with that particular search findings. His most
recent medical check showed a suitably healthy specimen. Lady Ara's first
subject would be a gentle introduction for her. Of course, for the reasoning
of anonymity regarding this appointment and session, a pseudonym was required;
Lady Ara was thereby titled 'Madame Hera' for the duration of her services.

Research was always extraordinarily intensive and left few stones unturned. In
the preparation for this client's appointment a very trusted and reliable
source had been sought, found and gently coerced into revealing all and any
items of relevance to Lady Ara's need. However, Lady Ara's search had already
gleaned all that was needed, and I thought it interesting to interject with
this following information which though came at a later date for the
authorities, (that is, after the surreptitiously arranged meeting between
Madame Hera and the 'informant' previously mentioned), nevertheless is
important for the telling of, so this then is the account of the 'snitch'
relating her stories to the official powers of the country. The middle aged
lady in cahoots for this project was a relative, not close but a relative non
the less, and also was now an employee of the client's, a highly valued,
highly positioned and very important person in the business that had kept this
particular client in the means he had become accustomed to. The lady had known
'X' through his very early years, around nine or ten, right through to the
present day. Therefore she was able to give eye witness accounts of the
'suffering' and introduction of how the victim's predilections were born. It
also gave rise to the information that she herself was one of his main
tormentors and, at times, when required, still was. From a young girl to a
woman she had employed all manner of humiliation and physical means with which
to control the subservient man, and she was occasionally still doing the same.
Though she was now married, (to a Husband who occasionally joined in with
'X's' torments), with three children, they being at university or had already
left, she was middle-aged give or take, she was still a healthy and well kept
lady, light hair, soft brown eyes, gentle subdued red lips and nice face; she
was above medium height, stocky-ish and quite graceful. When she was younger,
in her teens say, she was blonde, attractive and kept fit with the huge amount
of athletics she took part in. Nicely spoken and fairly studious she was a
competent scholar and enjoyed life as a mod girl of that time. Full of fun and
with a little slice of devilment within her, she had decided from the onset to
rule 'X's' life and she always knew he loved it.

'X' was a gentle introduction for Lady Ara's inaugural occupation. He had been
a very weak bodied youngster with playground physical games, fitness and sport
appearing alien to him and although he was far from obese, just rather out of
condition and physically weak, he preferred a more sedentary lifestyle with a
mental application. Fine, in itself maybe, however, and most probably because
of this, he found that from a tender young age he was picked on and often
degraded by larger boys, which was obviously extremely painful and humiliating
for him, yet worse when the younger, smaller boys' did the same under the
supervision of the older boys', the elders actually showing their young
apprentices where and how best to sit astride their captive and keep him in
the most humiliating, painful holds for a long time; the longest public sit-on
was the duration of an amateur football game, an hour and a half, that was
played at a nearby park and 'X' was needed to become a human seat so the two
boy spectators wouldn't get their arses cold or wet which they had conjectured
they would have if they had sat directly onto the ground. He was subjected to
much derision and laughter as people stared at his predicament.The longest
non-public 'sit-on' lasted much, much longer indeed. Then, it was the girls'
turn, some were younger and some were older than 'X' and they were also
supervised by the older and the younger boys' until they were most adroit with
their applications of torment; the girls in general were very much more eager
to try all sorts of cruelty and needed little instruction in the art of
dominating, they all enjoyed sitting on 'X', the record number of mass sitters
at one time being seven of the tormenting girls, taunting him with all manner
of spoken and spat jibes, they cared nothing that they were behaving like
unruly, unladylike barbarians and showing copious amounts of their underwear
that they really shouldn't have been, they were indeed so much worse than the
boys in their applications, endeavours and their decorum. So they all, in
fact, took turns treating him in a most debasing and cruel manner, though the
girls harsh treatment of him, which he, very quickly, had started to enjoy
more and more, must surely never be shown to them, for he feared if they were
aware of how he felt they may well have stopped their evil undertakings and he
would miss their attentions on him, no matter how hurtful. These persecutions
carried on throughout all his school years, on and off, not impaired by the
fact that he could be seen by a discerning eye to encourage and even
facilitate the bullying, and even at college, a little more discreetly as he
aged, but still the same in principle. The garrulous informant, 'X's'
step-cousin, explained she was a year older, four inches taller and a little
heavier than 'X' when he became a member of the household, and she ensured his
torment happened at home too; as 'X' was adopted it was the home of his
step-cousin and her parents he now resided in, from teen to young adult. From
day one she ensured she owned him. There were many variations and methods
applied to his torment from all concerned, some involved pain and downright
cruelty, others used extreme humiliation, which he grew to prefer much more.
At home he was menaced for years by the older, bigger and stronger
step-cousin, who made his life very difficult, especially difficult as he
actually enjoyed what she put him through; enjoyed it very much indeed as it
turned out, and was most depressed on the days when she hadn't the time or
inclination to deal with him. Amongst many other things; she forcibly dressed
him in her most soiled clothes, she applied her make-up on him, not very well
as it turned out, and she loved to wrestle and hurt him quite badly by keeping
him restricted and pained in the most uncomfortable and evil of manoeuvres for
long periods of time until he was uncontrollably crying, the record for her
longest kept hold was for one hour and twenty minutes in a camel clutch grip
(where one sits on the back and hauls the prone victim's head up by their
chin), these were often in front of her watching friends and even her parents,
who cheered her and alternately mocked him. She sat on him, rode him all round
the home and garden, fed him what food she had spat out of her mouth and
humiliated him in front of her friend's on many occasions, casually holding
him tightly in her arms in a headlock style or pushing his head down and
placing it high up in-between her strong thighs making sure the back of his
head felt her strong tight arse tantalisingly just above it, as she freely
chatted about all the latest girly news to her pretty giggling girl-friends
that quite often squatted down to get a close-up view of 'X's crushed sobbing
face between the powerful legs of his step-cousin. Showing her early business
acumen, once a month, she invited her most tormenting friends, boys' and
girls', round to the house to sit on 'X' as they watched his television or
read his comics/books and she charged them for their pleasure. They inflicted
many differing types of torture upon him, some held his nose as they crushed
his face between their thighs, others' continually flicked his nose causing
pain, some put things into his mouth, some wrote on his face, many sat
directly onto his face, caring not an ounce for 'X's' discomfort and
embarrassment. The step-cousin charged more for all the extra bits that were
forced on 'X'. In great fairness however, she actually shared the money out
with 'X' on a 75/25% basis which 'X' never forgot when it was his time, years
later, to pay wages. At middle school then, now that every bully young and old
had been trained in many tortures, he was usually singled out by the larger
older boys' and dragged away for his almost habitual 'treatment', usually
ending up flat on his back and being sat on, 'school-boy pinned', for the
duration of play-breaks and dinner times. They peered down; jeering at his
grimaced face trapped securely between a pair of thighs and filled his mouth
with grass, mud and previously chewed food. His torturers forced him to smell,
lick and kiss their feet, also, there were occasions he was forced to suck on
many pairs of sweaty and smelly socks, for long periods of time, he was often
encouraged to give 'pony' rides to all and sundry and he was urged to offer
himself as a wrestling dummy so the bullies could practise their own
interpretations of the latest moves by their American fighting heroes seen on
satellite television channels, he was often made to become a human ash-tray
too; being ordered to guess what cigarette brand he was being made to chew and
eat. The step-cousin made sure she was always around to observe and never let
'X' forget each individual embarrassment. When this action was quickly spotted
by some girls, helped by a certain step relative of 'X's' pointing them in the
right direction, and after their 'training', he then became their plaything
also, and went through almost identical tortures. He found this much more
exciting but daren't allow them to notice, which was relatively easy as they
were much crueller and more salacious than the boys and therefore, more often
than not, had him reduced to tears as they laughed at his plight. The same
type of thing happened at senior school; bigger boys and crueller girls though
were now carrying out the humiliation and physical painful fighting holds on
him. Sometimes he was attacked by both sexes and made to endure punishment
from them in relays; it was not uncommon for up to a regular set of two boys
and three girls, (these girls were sisters), to use him as they wanted for any
length of time, nothing sexual and nothing overly violent just humiliation and
slave like duties, they actually relieved each other when their allotted time
was expired. In college there was no major difference, except for a psychology
lecturer who noticed his manner and took advantage of him one quiet lunch
break; he soon became a most willing sex slave to this formidable female. One
particular male student caused much anguish for 'X' from day one, making him
endure all the usual terrors and some new ideas he brought with him; for one
the bully made 'X' wash, by hand, his worn underwear, his socks and sweaty
sports gear and then, for another novel torture, two evenings a week, he sat
on 'X's' throat, sometimes facing his feet and other times facing 'X's' head,
whilst both were naked, for around three hours as he revised his papers. This
was the onset of 'X's' new found hatred for physical involvement, sexual if
you will, with men via all concerned. 'X' was always reluctant to ever
complain or make any bothersome noises as he thought it may stop the wonderful
ill treatment by the girls' in their bullying of him. So all this and he still
had to regularly endure his step-cousin's torments. As he aged, there was
exciting sexual degradation added by many of his teasers'. Though all of this
'X' came to depend on and demand as part of his life. He revelled in the
activity and could not now do without it. Although his tortures from the very
early age weren't always daily and indeed he even escaped punishment for maybe
a week at a time, they weren't absent for long and the service was resumed as
soon as possible. Inwardly he was always very pleased when they were practised
on him. There were many eye witness accounts as to the tortures 'X' went
through, but none as reliable or as plentiful as this particular informant.
None ever caused him any sort of long term physical injury, he always counted
himself quite fortunate in that respect, especially considering the over
eagerness of many of the practitioners'. There was also the added insider
knowledge that 'X' absolutely loved every minute of his trials and
tribulations, he often mused that he was most useful, if only for keeping the
bullies away from other more unwilling targets as he did all he could to
subtly attract their attention and keep their humiliating and punishing
actions all to himself.

'X's' step-cousin had already, unknowingly, given much of this insight before,
she was a little 'intoxicated' with a non lethal cocktails of drugs at the
time but she had allowed a certain Madame, whilst casually and innocently
partaking of a 'pub lunch', to see, hear and learn all she needed to know
about 'X'. Here however, she was questioned, thanked and remunerated for her
services before she left the publication's building where for two days she had
been happy to impart her knowledge to the media, Special Services and the
Agency officers'. They felt knowledge of the subject's may aid them in their
piecing together who was behind all the evil that had become apparent. The
Madame's client, 'X', however, was not to be found anywhere in the country,
even with most many extensive and intense searches.

An intercom affixed to the right hand side of the large front door was
emitting a low fuzzy sound from where a soft spoken, slightly foreign
sounding, male voice could be heard, ordering the visitor to wait and someone
would come and admit him when they became available. The rather disappointed
guest's shoulders slunk but within he was bursting with excitement and eager
anticipation. It was another twenty five minutes before it fizzed into life
again with the same softly spoken male tones as before. "Remove all your
clothing and place them along with all of your belongings in the sack placed
on your right. You are permitted only to carry in with you the wrapped parcel
you were instructed to bring which you will wear around your neck." The voice
was casual and matter-of-fact and was without any vehemence and so, most
obligingly, the man, 'X', did as he was bade. The Hessian sack was half hidden
behind a nearby large terra cotta plant pot and was a good size, easily
spacious enough for him to off-load all his clothing, his umbrella, briefcase,
watch and silver necklace into. Ara assumed he had brought the accompaniments
with him as a ruse to assure people he was attending a business meeting. 'X'
was now stark naked and standing at the foreboding door with a small,
wonderfully wrapped gift box around his neck by way of a thick gold coloured
chain. He felt a little chilly and not surprisingly a little exposed. He was
relieved that the cottage stood away from public viewing. Another twenty
minutes passed and by now he was a very concerned man. As his mind
contemplated all manner of things and with the conundrum of what to do if the
situation went wrong, he was mightily relieved when the intercom buzzed again.
This time it was the husky voice of an obviously extremely sultry woman. "Your
cock is quite pitiable though reasonable, I suppose. Get on your hands and
knees little pig, and when the door opens be ready to receive your orders." It
was a deliberately authoritative voice and it had no need to be raised or
accentuated as it was clear and concise in its delivery. His heart immediately
raced and his body flushed with the enormous effort at containing his complete
and utter willingness and exuberance. His crazed and ecstatic mind wandered to
a place of such pleasurable sexual heights of thoughts.

"It was about two months ago that my office manager, also my step-cousin
actually, led an enigmatic female into my car salesroom office, without
appointment, and had sat herself down very confidently on my red cushioned
chair at my desk. I was probably about to say something when the woman took
the initiative. "Let's not beat around the bush, she asserted, I have
acquaintances in the business that have informed me you like to visit them
regularly for your particular and disgusting pleasures. For instance, I know
you will most likely sniff this chair after I have left, won't you? You are
such a vile rat-faced creature." I was visibly shocked by her straight forward
manner, shaken by the words she spoke and very embarrassed because we both
knew the statement was a true fact. I was flustered and stuttered while trying
to ask her the point she was making, thinking it was going to be extortion or
some such manoeuvre. I managed to study her for the first time since she had
walked in. The perfume she was wearing was absolutely divine and filled the
room with a misty almost hallucinogenic quality. Her clothes were nice but not
overly expensive, everything was new, the light grey shiny leather six inch
stiletto shoes with the silver embellishments along the sides, the cream
coloured woollen half length coat with dark collar trim and cuffs to match,
that permitted a short amount of a tight black skirt hem to be exhibited. Her
hair was hidden under a silk scarf that arranged itself very carefully upon
her head; her eyes were not to be viewed as her stylish sunglasses made that
impossible. Her full lips were strikingly red and she pouted in an
intimidating manner. Her long glowing cigarettes, incredibly she smoked two at
once, dangled from her lips as she made not one attempt to hold them or remove
them as she spoke. I witnessed her talking and puffing on the cigarettes and
then blowing the smoke out from her sexy mouth, towards my face. There was a
most elegant slim silver watch on her left wrist, a few bracelets also which
were gently varicoloured and a most striking silver necklace that was
permitted the enviable pleasure of nestling between her bosoms. I was sinking
fast and remember thinking that she was incredible and I felt weaker by the
second. I received a further comment from the striking lady as she handed me a
business card which looked very professional. "Show no-one and say nothing,
she said, no-one whatsoever, do so and we'll conduct no business, do you
understand?" I nodded my consent in a ridiculously looking dumb way. Her
parting words to me were that I would be contacted when a window was
available. "Your codeword is 'Pathetic', you will relay that word to the
person that contacts you and mentions my name before anything else." The woman
arose from the chair and I witnessed the imprint in the cushion that her
perfectly formed bottom had left and all types of fantasies went screaming
through my brain. "Do not smell that fucking chair, you insipid loathsome
creature!" Her words were shot out directly at me and I was already obeying
her. At last she withdrew the cigarettes from her sensual lips and stubbed
them out on my polished desk, looking straight at me as she did so, she threw
one on the clean floor and crushed it while looking at me in a most
intimidating fashion the whole time, she then placed the other one into my
left hand trouser pocket, touching me in such a way that I know I started to
perspire. She hissed breathlessly at me and said, "Bring that with you when
next we meet." She turned quite abruptly and strode, head held high, out of
the office and was gone. I reached for the cigarette butt and took in its
aroma and looked lovingly at the lipstick around the filtered tip. I was in
heaven just imagining all the things I was allowing my mind to create. I
noticed she nodded to my step-cousin who was busy lighting two more cigarettes
for her that the Madame had placed in that oh, so gorgeous a mouth.

She had left me and I was lost and in a complete daze. The most wondrous scent
she had been wearing was still in the air and it was a heady and most
uplifting aroma indeed. I took the phone off the hook, pulled down the office
blinds, locked the door, turned the small desk fan on and tried to calm down
as much as a man could in my situation. I masturbated there and then to the
imprint of her arse left in the chair she had sat upon.

This vision of pure woman had now been gone for hours and yet I could not get
her out of or off of my mind. The card showed a name, 'Madame Hera', and the
words 'DOMINATRIX EXTROADINAIRE' printed on it, nothing else at all. Well, it
was no good as, frustratingly, I figured that I would have to wait for contact
from her; but what a monumentally cruel torment that was to be. So, with every
ounce of self-control working overtime, I waited. I kept so patient and waited
some more.

For almost two months I waited, and for two months this devil woman was hardly
ever out of my head. After what seemed a damned lifetime, a phone call
eventually came. It was a man, a young slightly foreign sounding man,
confirming 'Madame Hera', - quickly I burst in with my codeword, 'Pathetic', I
stated firmly - his conversation with me continued, 'Madame Hera, he said, had
a little time for me soon and I was to present myself at one P.M., at my
business address and to expect a caller to come for me, it would be exactly
six hours prior to my meeting with Madame Hera.' I was told the travelling
distance would be well within four hours driving capability but to make sure I
was ready at the allotted time. The caller would then pick a car from the many
I had for sale in the salesroom and I would then be driven to the venue by
that same caller. I would have to wear a blindfold of sorts. The man's voice
asked me if I agreed to the terms, which I immediately did, and then he
briefly told me what to expect and how to behave while with Madame Hera. I was
staggered, how did she know so much about my predilections? Was it possible
she knew of all my disgusting and shaming sexual weaknesses? It sounded mind
blowing. I was then informed of the astronomical fee as a matter of fact, but
of course I was hooked by then and thought nothing of the service cost, also,
I was told in no uncertain terms, of the special gifts I must buy, wrap and
present to Madame Hera upon being introduced to her. The appointment, I was
informed, was to be the very next day. My mind froze on the spot at this
revelation. The caller then reminded me to have all in order and be ready on
time, he then hung up. The phone number was untraceable. I was to be ready for
the next day at one P.M.? I hardly had time to think straight and yet, more
time than required to go insane with the anticipation of what might be.

I received the caller, exactly six hours before the arranged meeting with
Madame Hera, at my business premises as was foretold. He was around twenty to
twenty four years of age; about six feet tall, lean and extremely good looking
with blonde neatly cut short hair. He looked strong and had a certain East
European look to him. He wore a light jacket and dark trousers with pointed
brown shoes. From the phone call and now meeting someone in person I was under
the impression that Madame Hera had in her employ a staffing of very capable
foreign employees. He chose a very new, very fast car, quite a sought after
sports model, from the forecourt and we got in, he in the driver's seat, I in
the back, and he then placed some pre-worn intoxicating opaque black tights
over my head and ordered me to lie down in the back seat. I did so without
question. We then headed off to what I hoped would be the experience of a
lifetime. I remember nothing of the journey. The gleaming new car,
incidentally, was for part payment of the service, signed over to a Government
ran charity, along with two thousand pounds cash, which I couldn't have given
less thought to.

So, here I was, naked, cold, open to the World, shivering with excitement and
terrified too. I was a good businessman, straight and honest and thought I
held myself up pretty well in my life. Yet, here I was like a frightened,
cowering child, wanting so much and somehow hoping it never happens.

Waiting for so long a time at the big door I had a kind of thought that it was
a set up and I was about to get jumped or blackmailed, but now, I'm here, I'm
naked and on all fours and awaiting my heaven and hell and I am smiling all
the way."

After previous lengths of time left waiting following a delivered message, 'X'
was expecting to be kept on all fours for a long duration, however, it was
close to just five minutes and the large thick door opened inwards. "Do not
look up but stay as you are and move forward to me." The voice seemed young,
again with a slightly East European sound and also I espied a crafty glimpse
which allowed me to see the man who seemed to possess a foreign look, was well
spoken and stoic, belonging to a man who also appeared to be naked, well,
certainly his feet were without shoes and socks and his legs were bereft of
trousers and I am sure I witnessed no shirt during my fleeting glance at him.
'X' walked in as a dog would, on all fours and wildly excited and when he had
reached a certain place within the vestibule he was ordered to stop. Inside,
the cottage entrance was sparsely lit, most likely for dramatic effect as well
as hiding things not to be seen. He heard the door close with a firm push and
several locks put into action. The man with the young voice then approached
'X' from behind and sat down on his back, shifting himself around to get
comfortable. 'X' was absolutely shocked at this occurrence as he was of course
completely heterosexual and was appalled by any seemingly homosexual play. The
added weight of this muscular, tall, angular faced rider was quite a strain
for 'X' to manage but he had little choice. Of course, Madame Hera had
discovered this firm dislike of gay people's activities that harboured within
'X', and eagerly wanted to employ such in with the session's entertainment.
The young voice spoke in its monotonous tone again. "Making my journey as
pleasant as possible, walk on to the end of the hall and turn to your left,
put your face against the door and stay there". With the weight of the
obviously naked, young voiced man upon his own naked back, 'X' was incredibly
embarrassed but was too stunned to protest. He felt parts of a man on his bare
skin that he thought he would never have to endure again since his college
days, nor did he ever want to; though maybe Madame Hera knew differently or
just didn't care. 'X' moved laboriously along the sizeably carpeted hallway
and as instructed, turned left when forced to, he then placed his face against
the door with the small parcel swinging aimlessly under his neck. The young
voiced man remained on the straining naked back of 'X' until the door was
opened.

The shaft of fierce light that slowly became wider as the door opened blinded
'X' somewhat and as he squinted, he could barely make out the silhouette of a
shapely female that seemed to stand defiantly before him. As his eyes became
more used to the brightness he bravely looked slowly upward and he saw the
wonderful sight of a stern looking curvaceous woman under a yard away from
him. After a minute or so he could now make out the beautiful form that was
Madame Hera. He was sure it was the same woman that had called on him two
months ago and yet, she was somehow very different. One hand on her hip, one
hand along the side of the door, she stood with legs apart and her face was
dipped and looking with derision at the creature before her. Two lit
cigarettes were exuding much smoke as she held them within her cruel red
pouting lips. As I became more accustomed to the bright light I could see she
was dark haired, with maybe another, slightly lighter colour, in there too.
What a most outstanding female. With maybe a vestige of a nod of her head 'X'
was prompted to move forward by way of a shuddering movement of his
passenger's hips. 'X' inched forward, by now finding the added weight of this
naked man quite tiresome, and was then halted by two bare feet planting
themselves firmly on the ground either side of his body. 'X' could then feel
the man, who remained seated, half turn and shut and lock the door. The
scratching and scraping of the removal of a key was gently heard and the
passenger then corrected himself upon his tiring steed. Madame Hera nodded
again and the seated naked man cupped strong hands under the chin of 'X' and
pulled his head quite firmly back so as to allow Madame Hera to stare straight
into the straining face and fearful eyes of the nervous visitor. Madame Hera
allowed smoke to drift out of her nostrils into 'X's' face and sneered at her
captive. She wore a business suit, which was so well thought out, as 'X' spent
his day instructing smartly dressed women that were employed by him for
administration, customer services and telephone purposes. The tables were
turned here and he liked the idea very much, having had his perverted
fantasies in his mind concerning his business employees on many occasions and
at times more than just fantasies in his mind. Madame Hera's expedient outfit
consisted of; a grey pin-striped short skirt and a similarly fashioned
zip-fronted waistcoat that finished by shaping itself under her breasts rather
than over them, was sharp and most stylish, a crisp white shirt and blue tie
was a striking ensemble, with expensive looking pointed grey high heeled shoes
that had two classy looking thin black straps on them and athletic toned legs
encased in dark fish-net stockings and was an awesome sight to behold. Two
large earrings adorned her, a very sexy stud piercing just below her bottom
lip and a very large dark coloured stoned ring on her right hand was all this
beauty needed for her devastating attire, her extremely attractive face showed
a mature woman, maybe of forty years or slightly under, that had no right to
look so damned good. Brown eyes, high-lighted with subtly applied blue
make-up, that could pierce a man's soul and rip out his entire being. Madame
Hera squatted down slowly in front of 'X' and allowed him the most
unbelievable view of those wonderful legs wide apart exhibiting startling red
knickers that looked of finest silk and the seductive fish-net stockings and
stocking tops that almost blew the submissive man's mind. She was so very
beautiful, magnificently sexy and already had taken the part of the dominatrix
and made it hers. Her expression changed mildly as she smiled cruelly, her
cigarettes, which always remained in her luscious lips no matter what, were
allowed to droop as she did so, knowing full well the effect she was having on
the creature that was already totally devoted to her and her alone. The naked
passenger alighted from a very relieved 'X' and made his way to the front of
his steed whereupon he stooped and kissed Madame Hera's feet tenderly and
slowly. 'X' was very aware that the young rider's bottom was indeed naked and
was now just inches away from his face, wisely though, he made no comment or
movement though he realised he felt the strangest desire to kiss the arse that
was so close to his face.. The man arose and took himself to a much darkened
corner of the room and was, for now, invisible.

"Stay on your knees scum, and give me my gifts!" Madame Hera barked her orders
out and 'X' obeyed instantly, forcing Madame Hera to bite on her luscious
bottom lip in an effort to stifle laughter. 'X' presented the beautifully
wrapped box to his Madame at arms length and head bowed whilst still on his
knees. The box was taken, roughly, from his hands and shaken quite vigorously
as she held it to her ear. "What shit is in this, slave?" Her voice though
harsh and evil almost, was a heaven's delight to 'X' as he stuttered the
name's of expensive perfumes, pendants, necklaces, cigars and leather gloves
and her discarded cigarette butt she had told him to bring when they were next
to meet. "You are absolutely crass aren't you? What a fucking revolting piece
of crap you are!" Madame Hera arose, turned on her stiletto heels and
positioned her bottom in front of 'X's' face. "You are not worthy of kissing
my arse at this time, so kiss my clothing instead while I look at this shit
you have insulted me with!" 'X' began kissing his Goddesses skirt and as he
did so he could hear the unwrapping of the box with no finesse employed
whatsoever. As he kissed with all the excited passion he felt, he realised the
firmness of her bottom through the light material she wore over it, it was
strong but not heavy or tight, he could also not help but hear Madame Hera
announce each expensive gift he had purchased for her, make a derisory
disgruntled sound and throw it with disgust away from her. There was a great
roar of laughter as she discovered the cigarette butt he had brought as his
act of loyal devotion to his Goddess. Mainly though, Madame Hera showed
nothing but disdain for all that he had lavished upon her. Though crestfallen
that he had let his Goddess down, yet hardly thinking of the enormous expense,
he continued kissing feverishly away at the skirt that so lovingly hugged its
most beautiful wearer.

When Madame Hera had emptied the gift box she turned her full attention to her
slave. "All fours again, follow me round the room, bitch boy, ha-ha-ha!"
Madame Hera was learning to love her newly found position in the seedier side
of life. After walking around the rather large room on all fours, his head
facing the floor Madame Hera sat her gorgeous body fully on his back, so much
so that the wind was exhaled quite audibly from the little man's lungs. Madame
Hera laughed very loudly and bounced some on his weakened body. "Look at the
fucking mess you've made on the floor chasing me around like a love-sick
puppy! Get it cleaned. Lick it!" An evil, menacing smile developed on those
pretty lips and Madame Hera stood, arms folded, over the worthless captive and
ensured he never missed a speck. He never did, though she stated that he had
in order to make him do parts again. She placed a sharp stiletto on his back,
leaving a nasty looking graze, and watched as he licked for all he was worth,
which wasn't much, according to Madame Hera's admonishments. He was made to
lick her shoes, hand wash and iron some well worn soiled underwear she had
brought purposefully with her, pick up magazines, papers, bric-a-brac that had
deliberately been left scattered around, all this time Madame Hera chain
smoked her way through many cigarettes that caused an almost continuous
falling of ash that needed cleaning up regularly. Now he was to start on
Madame Hera herself. He was agog with anticipatory excitement. For the first
time of being so close to his Goddess this session, he suddenly noticed that
the wonderfully scented perfume from their initial meeting was not in use this
time. He had earlier thought the air was pungent but hardly gave it head room
as his mind was filled with other much more exciting pleasures. In fact,
Madame Hera certainly possessed a stale sweaty odour and stronger on certain
parts of her body than others. This was of course exactly how Madame Hera had
planned it and just how 'X' dreamt of it happening. "Lick my wet stinking,
sweating flesh clean, sniff it first then clean it with your disgusting shitty
tongue. Clean my armpits, my feet in-between the fish-net stocking's gauze, my
thighs and up to my knickers. Do it now, before I change my mind and throw you
out, useless bastard!" 'X' jumped at the opportunity and witnessed his Goddess
laying down on her back, legs wide apart shoulders off the floor but her
superb head fallen back, and her exquisite flowing hair trailing downward. 'X'
was a demon personified and for over forty minutes he sniffed and cleaned
every inch of sweat covered skin that was on offer to him and, oh my, how
superbly sweet she tasted, and how breathtakingly irresistible she smelt, she
was divine even at her most foulest. Madame Hera lay laughing as the worthless
worm licked her dry of the rancid smelling sweat that she had worked so hard
at to achieve in her private gymnasium for hours before the meeting. "You are
so fucking ugly that I'm tired of this revolting treatment, therefore I demand
a rest break and you are to serve me." 'X' immediately stopped his cleaning
just as he was approaching her knickers and instantly withdrew to hear his
next orders. Madame Hera arose, whilst 'X' stayed on his knees, she gestured
that he should get on his back, legs out straight and arms by his side. Madame
Hera stood over his stomach and lowered herself, permitting that truly
wonderful image of her desirable legs being widened as she sat lower and the
stunning stockings and knickers resplendent in their display. He was told to
lift his knees to provide a back rest for his Goddess and there she sat,
astride his stomach, she was muscularly toned but not heavy, with her legs
slightly bent in order to have her now shoes-less feet either side and close
to his head. She lit a large cigar and began smoking in a very unladylike
manner, puffing great plumes of smoke in his face and flicking ash any and
everywhere, including in his mouth. 'X' was in a complete trance as he saw
this perfect woman sitting upon him, dressed so provocatively and actually
smoking her large cigar, and using him as her human ashtray. Madame Hera
slapped his face hard and often during this episode of cruel treatment. The
cigar finished after around thirty, thirty five minutes, she leant forward and
looked mockingly onto the cigar ash strewn face of 'X' and laughed hard. "What
a useless fucking specimen of a human being you are, ha-ha-ha, I'm sitting on
you and using you as an ashtray, wouldn't your family, friends and business
colleagues be proud of you right now? Maybe they'd like to use you as well? We
could use you as a party prop, ha-ha-ha!" 'X' felt yet even more stirring in
his genitals and Madame Hera noticed it too. "Oh, so you do have a little
manliness then. Let's see what I can do for it." She arose and looked at his
twitching penis, laughing as she did so; she then took a short rule from a
pocket of her waistcoat and delivered a hefty whack onto his stiffening
member. 'X' shouted in shock and pain at the cruel punishment; which only made
Madame perform it again and again, more laughter, more pain and then more
whacking of the sore man's appendage. After a lengthy spell of hitting his now
flaccid pain-reddened penis, she moved nearer to his face and knelt down by
the anguished slave. "Open your vile gob and eat this." Madame showed him the
cigar butt and he obeyed without thought, she teasingly placed the butt in his
mouth, closed it with her hands and watched as she told him to eat and swallow
it, laughing insanely as he followed her demands. Another bout of cleaning the
floor as the ash had got all over, more whacking of the oft aroused penis and
then, after around twenty five minutes and with a frightening speed, a large,
powerful bright lamp flickered and erupted noisily into massive illuminated
life. 'X' was stunned and shook as the light exhibited his next torturous
encounter.

Its brilliance showed a table, a large thick dark wooden table. There were
leather looking wide buckled straps at the top, two more lots in the middle
and one more lot nearer the bottom of the cumbersome looking instrument of
obvious torture. 'X' was ordered to lie on the cold work top like table and
was strapped down by the now summoned and attentive naked young man who had
sat upon his back earlier. 'X' was visibly frightened but enthused with such
almost violent excitement. The young naked attendant placed quite strong
nipple clamps on to 'X' but showed no emotion as the captive squealed in some
pain.

As 'X' laid upon the slab like wooden table top, he realised just how helpless
he actually was. The whole point of him accepting Madame Hera's fantasy
involvement was to go further than he ever had with the ladies of the night
that had serviced him previously. Here it was, exactly how he wanted it,
absolutely terrifying and thrilling beyond description. His head was
restrained by a strap that went over his forehead and through specially made
slots in the table, and the ends were clipped together and ratcheted for
tightness. His chest, waist and just above his feet were held in exactly the
same manner with various thicknesses of leather straps. Madame Hera climbed on
the large table top with assistance from her young aide by standing on his
bowed back, she then stood over 'X's' chest and looked down at him, and how
she so viciously laughed. She placed a foot on his chest and pressed with
quite some pressure that made 'X' wince more than he wanted to show. In her
right hand was a lit candle, a normal thin tapered candle that in itself was
nothing spectacular. Madame Hera mockingly allowed it to sway as she teased
and tormented her captor with it. The candle was to become a utensil of power
and punishment as she tipped it slowly and allowed the hot melting wax to drip
onto 'X's' face and chest, Madame Hera laughed and giggled at her cruelty.
Even the wonderful upshot of those fish-net stocking clad legs leading up to
the beautiful red knickers was not enough to defer the pain of the heat for
that second or two as the wax landed on him. Madame Hera lowered herself,
almost sitting on his chest, and treated him to an even closer look at her
legs astride showing her underwear to him, however this only made her aim of
the hot wax onto his body more accurate, and thus, scream after scream was
heard amidst the Goddesses laughter. She turned round presenting 'X' with a
view of her backside as her pinstripe grey skirt had risen in her squatting
pose, and now she dripped the searing hot wax onto his stomach, his genitals
and top part of his legs. 'X' tried to squirm and grimaced with every plop of
hot wax onto his beleaguered body, the straps were too tight for him to move
more than an inch but his cries and pleas evoked much more real laughter from
his beloved Goddess. As the wax was red he resembled a rather large child with
measles or chicken-pox and I imagine the pain was as intense too. Madame Hera
arose and turned round to look down on the suffering slave, she had enjoyed
hurting him this way and told him so, she used the candle light to ignite her
usual two cigarettes the young naked man had brought to her and placed in her
wet parted red lips. Smoke billowed from her sensuous mouth and ash rained
down on 'X' as the cigarettes were moved whilst always remaining in the
Goddesses lips. This assorted torture went on for around an hour and through
it all Madame Hera decided she had never enjoyed herself so much, whilst 'X'
was in his own absolute ecstasy. This was as good a time as any for a short
intermission, as Madame wanted to change her outfit, and no doubt her prisoner
would relish some minutes to recoup his thoughts and feeling also. Part of
that previous sentence would be happening; that is to say Madame Hera would be
changing her outfit, however, there would be no such a respite for the captive
himself. The naked young attendant was joined by an equally tall, good looking
and well groomed naked young colleague who appeared out of the shadows and was
caught in the gaze out of the corner of 'X's' eye. Madame Hera was now
standing between the two excellent physical examples of men and held each of
their stirring members as they walked towards the table of torture. Madame
Hera put her face close to her subject's and said through derisive giggling
that in her short absence the boys' would tend to his needs. 'X' was mortified
at this horrendous statement and began to struggle against the powerful bonds
that subdued him. With just a gesture or two from their Goddess, the two
virile, handsome young men climbed onto the table and while the ex-rider sat
firmly on 'X's' genitals and writhed as he positioned himself for optimum
effect, the other athletic young man adopted a seated placing high atop the
captive's chest with his thighs tight against either side of the restrained
head. His aroused but not yet fully erect penis lay on the face of 'X' and
spanned his chin to just over his eyebrows. There were real tears of shame and
disgrace from 'X' but of course, ultimate humiliation was his desire and this
was all part of the service. Madame Hera could not contain herself any longer
and was hysterical in her laughter and mocking of her pinned slave. The
Goddess removed herself from the arena of torture and allowed twenty five
minutes for refreshment and a change of clothing. A shower too, she mused.

"As I was restrained by the tight leather straps across various parts of my
body, I was outrageously excited and extremely concerned too, after all, I was
completely at the mercy of my captor's. My session so far with my dream
Goddess was everything I could have prayed for and so very much more. I had
felt pain at the candle wax burning me all over, maybe it was for only a
second or two but those seconds were both excruciatingly painful and
tremendously invigorating. Looking at the wonderful woman that was Madame
Hera; now as she squatted down and permitted me to see the unobstructed view
of her glorious flesh and her most beautiful underwear, so close, and yet, so
far from me. I began to realise this was my life and how I was. The smell of
her sweat was both awful and yet so very desirable. When I was made to clean
her soiled clothes, lick the floor and eat her ash, cigarettes and cigar I was
in absolute rapture and when I felt her sit on me I was overwhelmingly
captivated. Her laughter, her sadistic cruelty, I was putty in her hands or
where ever else she wanted me to be. My mind was in turmoil, I had waited so
long for this to happen to me and here it was, all in one day. I was honoured
to be her ashtray, begged for her to stand on me and use me as she chose. I
took time to thank my maker every second of the way.

Yet here, here I am, at my most ever vulnerable predicament, about to be
molested by two very good looking, fit athletic Gods of men and me, me a
confirmed Homophobe. I felt my genitals gently squashed as the young naked
man, who rode me horse like at my entrance to Madame Hera's domain, sat his
arse down upon me. I couldn't help but feel my cock twitch and stir into
action. I was disgusted with myself but no way could I prevent this degrading
occurrence taking place. My cock hardened and he bounced upon it to help it
along its journey just stopping at entering his arse. I felt his hand slide
under his strong arse and take hold of my cock and play with it, I was
hardening and much as I tried to withstand this humiliating action I was
accepting it more and more every second. He began to wank me; and though I
experienced terrible shame, I felt my eyeballs roll as the sensation was just
so very good. My body was moving involuntarily as the enjoyment washing over
me was inexplicable, I was crying with utter shame but it felt so fucking
good. I came in a short time and I heard him laugh and sit down on my rapidly
shrinking cock. As I looked up I could just about see the emotionless face
that was partly obscured by his very large cock that he had just flopped down
on my face. He was very clean and smelt fresh, my cock, much against my
wishes, twitched again and I felt the first naked man again start to writhe on
me, I was deflated in my disgust but uplifted in my ecstasy, my mind was
whirling trying to understand what was exactly what. My face-sitting athlete
moved up a little and I distinctly felt his solid balls, and then the shaft of
his cock was rubbed up against my face and the whole episode was too much for
me, through flowing tears I kissed and licked his cock and it danced into
life. I half saw him smile and then turn his head towards his accomplice and
then there was laughter from them both. By now I was beyond care and licked
and kissed with fervour, I even began a humping motion at my cock-riding
captor, though my absolute loathing for my filthy shame would never leave me.
I was their toy and they used me as such for a short while, until our Goddess
returned it transpired. We all climaxed, more than once, and then the enormity
of my degradation truly hit home. I was crushed with a revulsion and hatred
for my self and my actions. I sobbed my heart out. I was in heaven."

When Madame Hera returned she was indeed a most incredible sight to behold. A
sleeveless black leather cat-suit, the top part which was open at the front
from neck to waistline, held together by regularly spaced little leather
belts, the fitting was tight, exhibiting perfect pert breasts, and the so snug
fitting lower part showed her strong thighs off magnificently accentuated
through the skin-tight material, with the strong knee high black leather boots
it made the whole ensemble breath-taking. A large, lit cigar dangled from
those beautiful pouting red lips, a heavy stylish metal belt round her waist
that hung teasingly loose, just a touch, some large metallic wristlets and
pearl earrings and little silver chains that were fixed to her boots. The
Goddess strode back into the arena and knew she was what men wanted. As she
surveyed her boys' work, a giggle erupted from her throat as it was quite
apparent that the chest sitting athlete had masturbated on the whimpering face
of 'X' and the other naked young Adonis was playing with both his own and his
captive's penis amidst copious amounts of cum. Madame Hera bade the assistants
to remove themselves from the pig they were on and stand at the side of the
table. This they did without hesitation. 'X' was released from the ties that
bound him and rather shakily he vacated the table and made feeble efforts to
stand on the tiled floor. "You have a made a right fucking mess of my two
employees you filthy shit, so your next pleasure is to lick them both clean,
head to toe, NOW!" At first 'X' thought this was too much but a booted right
foot to his genitals made him understand his duties again. He mustered his
energy, he disguised his disgust and hid his total shame and set to the task,
making sure he did a thorough job. The assistants hardly moved a muscle as the
little man licked them clean. Madame Hera inspected them and after careful
scrutiny and several rebukes she bade them to go into the shadows once more.
They were gone immediately.

"Now we all know what an incredible dirty, deplorable fucking snake you really
are behind your respectable facade, it is time for your richly deserved
punishment!" Madame Hera looked menacing enough in her newly worn shocking
outfit and with her vitriol spat out at the worm before her, she was
positively frightening. She had screamed her abuse inches from the face of the
defeated slave, he was now almost a wreck from all that he had withstood these
past five hours, and was now being informed that he had his final time with
his Goddess and it was to be spent receiving nothing but cruel pain.

A piece of apparatus resembling an old school wooden vaulting horse, bathed in
the light of an overhead neon tube strip that flickered in a most disturbing
fashion, was straddled in the most unladylike manner by the superbly formed
Goddess. The evocative crackling of the leather cat-suit, the straining of the
black material, that struggled to contain those perfect breasts, her strongly
defined legs and her most gorgeous bottom, within its confines, was now at
breaking point. Madame Hera had deliberately chosen an outfit two sizes too
small for her and the effect was dramatic. As she sat astride the 'horse' she
pointed her gaze towards the snivelling shit in front of her who was now on
all fours and looking up, nervously, at his owner. "You will lay, face down,
over this structure and receive your duly deserved whipping and afterwards you
will thank me most profusely for the effort I put into the act, do you
understand you bastard?" Madame Hera looked down upon her worthless slave as
he shivered apprehensively and uttered his approval and statement that he
existed simply for his Goddess to do as she wished to him. Madame Hera laughed
heartily and tossed her head back at his last comment and alighted sexily from
the 'horse'. "Crawl over here, you little shit and eat this cigar that I've
drooled all over." 'X' made his way slowly on all fours over to his Goddess
and at her feet he lifted his head and opened his mouth. Madame Hera showed
him the cigar butt and spat on it, several times; she laughed and placed it in
his mouth. The Goddess never took her eyes off of 'X' for a second as she,
smiling cruelly, watched him chew and eat the whole sodden, disgusting thing.
He grimaced and felt sickened but there was no way he would offend his beloved
Madame Hera. When the task was completed a loud vicious slap was connected to
his instantly reddened cheek and immediately one on the other side was
administered. Madame Hera waited for some spark of a reaction. There was not a
one from the thoroughly beaten subject. Then Madame punched 'X' in the
stomach, swift and hard enough to cause him to bend over and find his head at
waist level, the Madame pressed his head a little farther down and guided it
in between her strong thighs, clasping his whole head within the warm smooth
leather encasing her beautiful fearsome thighs. He was being crushed and he
groaned with the pain but there was no let up in this punishing hold. The
Madame held him in that humiliating and hurtful position for over thirty
minutes as she spoke casually to her attendants, who periodically bent down to
get a good look at the strained tearful face of the captive imprisoned as he
was in the gorgeous legs of his Goddess, she considered her bad luck at not
wanting to pee as she really wanted to cover his head in her yellow liquid. A
laugh, the opening of her legs and a confident twirl away from her devotee and
a cursory order to mount the 'horse' as previously instructed was given.
Though stiff from the bending situation he had been in for such a long period
and his head stinging with the pain of being permanently pressured, by the
time Madame Hera turned round, 'X' was positioned and ready for his
punishment. The good looking naked young men were once again called upon to
strap the slave into place, which they did, and then the two then climbed
aboard the 'horse' and both sat upon the bound, helpless victim. Madame Hera
held a nasty looking whip, one 'tail' but thick, long and heavy in appearance,
she held it like she had wielded it before. In fact, she most certainly had,
but this was her first real experience of hurting someone and she relished it.
Her delicious lips were moist and were caressed by a gentle tongue as it
traversed the pouting redness, her mind was racing at the hurt she was about
to serve and it excited her tremendously. There was a loud crack, a scream, a
shriek of laughter and then the whole thing was repeated again and again and
yet again. The two naked men atop of the tied man were playing with each other
as 'X's' pain was delivered with a non-stopping delight from the Madame. 'X'
cried and begged for release but was laughed at, whipped more and bounced upon
during his endurance of his labour of hurt. After thirty lashes, Madame Hera
stopped, she was breathless, sweating and her chest was heaving at an almighty
rate, her smile was as cruel as anything that has ever been witnessed and she
was the Queen of all she surveyed. The two naked young men removed their
sweating bodies from the crushed victim and untied him, watching him slowly,
almost comically, slide onto the floor. Madame Hera walked over to where he
lay and placed a booted foot hard on his nose. 'X' was flipped over onto his
stomach and gorgeous sexy Madame sat on the small of his back, her knees
pointed upwards, and faced his feet, she then commanded the attendants to pull
his feet up to her and she took hold of each of them and pulled backwards.
There was absolute agony involved in this cruel move, she pulled and pulled
whilst remaining sitting on the very small of his back and the pressure for
him was considerable, sweat poured from both but laughter only came from the
sexiest woman he'd ever been beaten up by, whereas he shed rivers of tears
along with loud sobbing. The heaving on his feet that forced the legs back as
far as they could put enormous bearing and intense pain on his hips and groin,
his back was almost breaking. Madame Hera kept him like this for thirty
minutes and he was crying and begging for release like never before. After he
was offered his liberty, his complete body wracked with pain, he remained on
the floor with his hand comforting his lower back, to no real avail, Madame
Hera kicked him onto his pain filled back and put her boot once more on his
nose, flattening it as she did. "I am, and always will be, your Goddess, your
Mistress and your reason to live. I own your worthless body and soul; you
belong to me for nothing more than a plaything. Kiss my boot. My boys' will
now see to you. I am leaving. If you are a very fortunate man indeed, I may
see you again one day, if so, be ready for me. Madame Hera instructs you!" 'X'
kissed her boot with the little strength he had remaining and she was gone.

'X' awoke to find himself on a comfortable bed equipped with clean and fresh
smelling linen with a warmth that made him feel like a child comforted by
their Mother. He tried to move and realised he was stiff, aching and very
sore. He was aware that he had a thin sheen of cream on him, cream that was a
soothing balm to the many lashes of the whip he had felt and that instantly
brought streaming back all the memories of his time with the amazing Madame
Hera. A small bedside cabinet presented a silver tray with a glass cup and
cold water within. 'X' drank readily and gratefully all of the contents on
offer. As his mind cleared and his eyes followed suit, he could make out that
he was in a very small room, barely lit, carpeted but no window. He arose,
slowly, and moaned at his stiffness and smiled recalling the time that he had
spent obeying his Goddess. There was a familiar pile of clothing at the foot
of the bed which he recognised as his own along with the small amount of
possessions he had brought with him to the appointment. With effort he managed
to dress himself, after acknowledging that he had been washed, manicured,
received a pedicure, groomed and made ready to leave. There was a small
wrapped box with a nicely printed note on it at the door to the right of the
bed. The note simply stated that this was to be opened when he was at his home
and not a second before. Of course, he would obey it to the letter. 'X'
dressed, collected the small box and vacated via the door that led immediately
out to a small pathway where a tall good looking blond man stood waiting by a
large black car. Upon entering the back seat, the door courteously held open
by the young man, 'X' seated himself and watched as the man took his place at
the driving seat, turned and held a black pair of pre-worn tights out for the
benefit of the blindfolded journey back home. As with the trip to the
destination, the trip back was shrouded in forgotten clouds as he was
convinced he had been drugged both times.

As soon as 'X' had left the small room where he had spent time recovering from
his ordeal, a team of tall, foreign looking and speaking, good looking
athletic type specimens of men began to clean the cottage, from the outside in
and everywhere that 'X' had been, with military precision. No trace at all
would be left and no evidence would be found, not even by the finest team of
forensic experts from anywhere in the World. The cottage would be treated this
way for another five sessions involving five different clients and then a
massive exodus of people, equipment, clothing and anything at all that was not
at the residence prior to Madame Hera's occupancy. The next five sessions
would happen over the next six days and Madame Hera cruelly sneered as she
thought of the fun ahead, the financial reward was of no consequence other
than removing it from her worthless slaves, though she would never turn it
down.

"I knew I could be everything that the sickening clients would want of me, but
I didn't realise I would enjoy it anywhere near as much as I did. Inflicting
the pain was a marvellous sensation and then seeing the agony and damage it
produced was such a sexy feeling, I was laughing with happiness at this newly
found experience. I am informed that this first subject was a moderate one,
even with the slightly weird extras I performed; he was still quite tame in
his requests. I felt I could have done anything and I am convinced I will
begin to grow more powerful and more confident as my 'portfolio' expands. Is
there anything I wouldn't do? There is at this juncture, but, who knows, maybe
I'll change my opinion as time and my love of this sport goes on. Do I get
anything from it? Ha-ha-ha, apart from the magnificent financial rewards, and
the complete satisfaction from the torture I administer you mean? Why do you
think my team of aides are all so tall, good looking, in superb physical
condition and worship me without question? I get them all, any time, any where
I want, in any way I want too." Madame Hera now became Lady Ara for a short
space of time as she retired to rest and then she would ready herself for the
next sacrificial lamb.

The big black car arrived at the business premises of 'X' and the driver
hastily removed the blindfold from the slowly reviving client. The door was
opened and 'X' was ushered out in a polite but unceremonious manner. The tall
man spoke in good English telling 'X' that Madame Hera will be in contact with
him when she deems it so and to be ready for any eventuality. He then passed
the small box to 'X', ordered him to go home and once there he may be
permitted to view the contents.

"I needed this so much! The difference with this and other ladies that offer
similar buzzes is that Madame Hera knew no limits and seemed to understand me
so well, doing what I wanted when I needed it. No-one else has come anywhere
close! The whole experience for me was one of pain, intense pain, suffering,
humiliation and the sweetest memories I possess, memories that I shall take
with me to my grave. I even learnt new things about myself that Madame Hera
brought out during the session. What a woman! I often go through the entire
adventure, I can feel everything once more, and of course, with the gift-box I
was given upon leaving, I am able to watch myself go through it all again,
courtesy of a brilliantly produced DVD that has it all. It showed everything;
my collection, my delivery, my experience and my leaving. So cleverly edited
mind, Madame Hera is never once seen clearly on it, always in impenetrable
shadows, impossible to produce a brighter picture, even with using the most
modern technology as good as it is. My shameful episode captured for me to
view any time I wish. A note informs me that the DVD automatically starts to
quickly destroy itself if it's not played within every forty eight hours, I
will never know for sure as I'm too frightened to put it to the test for fear
of losing it and a copy is impossible to make, I have tried, though of course
my Goddess had me told via the note that she has the Master copy, a safety
issue for me I suppose. With a chuckle I noticed that my whipping
realistically consisted of just five strokes of the 'tail', after that, though
my mind told me it was still a whip, Madame Hera had exchanged it for a thin
straggly length of hurt free blind, the type that people used to hang up in
their door-ways in the Summer to keep the flies out, so the pain was more in
my head than reality. Included in the gift-box was also a pair of very soiled
worn red knickers, an ink pen's writing upon them said I was to smell these
every day, I am convinced they are the actual ones that she wore at the
session, which I worship every day as instructed by placing over my face and
breathing deeply, there is an A4 size colour photograph of her beautiful lips
with a lighted cigar hanging from them and blue smoke billowing from her
perfect mouth. There was also a cigar butt with her lipstick on it, some of
her sweat on a tissue in an air-tight transparent bag, an insole from one of
her boots with the imprint of her heel and toes clearly seen and still with
the smell of her foot on it and a mess of spit under some clear tape attached
to a small black coloured piece of stiff card. There was a twenty minute film
clip of my Goddess, with head mask to obscure identity, totally humiliating a
tiny male slave which I watch and masturbate to, about five times a day, I
find it irresistible. I live only for the time when she calls upon me again
some day."