YOU WERE MADE TO SERVE ME. YOU WERE MADE.
by marcuswriter3@gmail.com
A young man, a young woman. The woman owned him and had always done so. Even before he was born. BOOK ONE; Before The Beginning.


If this particular edition pleases, it would be appreciated if you would let
me know and I will complete the second part of this trilogy.

The seventeen, nearly eighteen, year old male teenager was floored twice, once
by the comment he had just been on the receiving end of. It came directly from
a young lady, a recently turned twenty six year old dark haired ravishing
vixen, around five feet five inches in height, around one hundred and twenty
six pounds, she was delicately built, though athletically powerful, feminine
in her actions but not averse to performing in an opposite attitude, smooth
light coloured skin, a scintillatingly pretty face, dark piercing eyes,
straight nose and a wonderfully shaped mouth with full red lips, beautiful
teeth, her body was sculptured magnificently, breasts that were both pert and
impertinent in their obvious intrusive rudeness, a waist that screamed in a
wanton tactile statement, she was alluring and demanding, walking like a royal
family member she oozed poise, grace and sexual magnetism, both prim and
proper yet also with a staggering capacity for street-wise dirty, she had just
imparted the incredulous, and incredible stunning news, that informed him he
had been cruelly and intentionally structured, he had been manufactured in
fact, to be nothing more than for her personal use, in any way she saw fit, or
unfit, since before he was even conceived. His welfare and thoughts were
completely immaterial to the finished production, he was a nobody, a no-one,
he was simply a thing to be employed as and when the gorgeous young lady
demanded it. This, it transpired, had been an arrangement created by a quintet
think-tank, amazingly, one that was orchestrated and originated by the young
Miss herself, a very long time before.

His name was Brett Tayler, he was just a little over eight years younger than
the sexy lady, and he was referred to as Pig-boy by her, her name being
Christina Marchand, though he had known her all his life as Chrissy, or more
properly in keeping with his station, Miss or Madame Chrissy. Christina, is,
and always has been as memory serves, his next door neighbour. Her parents,
comfortably successful owning a neat large detached house, were solid,
sometimes slightly over-bearing, and fair albeit a little demanding, both of
these people were dominant, Brett's parents were financially okay, owning a
decent semi-detached home, they were each submissive in nature, and meek,
decent, benevolent and trusting. Both of these people were submissive. The
young Christina ruled over them all.

As originally stated, the young lad had been floored twice, the second
flooring was easily witnesses for as the beautiful young girl spoke to the
young man, speech that was curt and most impolite to him, was the same young
man that she was so casually, and regally, sitting gracefully, though heavily,
upon, floored indeed, while seated she embarked on a narrative journey in
order to make the shocked supine male erudite in matters that had recently
come of a certain age and needed airing, her perfectly shaped and beautifully
sized bottom was perched on his unfit stomach, his knees skyward in order to
appropriate a back seat for her, causing no little discomfort to Brett who was
definitely not a he-man, her creamy white legs stretched out so her dainty
size four feet with lilac painted toenails could rest in his hands, his smooth
slightly chubby hands, that were open flat on the floor a little above his
head, she was smoking a cigarette that nestled so seductively between such
strong red inviting lips, her hair, dark and shoulder length, a little wave to
it here and there, and her face, well, such a pretty innocent looking
countenance belied the imperious, authoritative nature of the girl. A round
necked white woolly top with long sleeves, her breasts that seemed full and in
fine shape, forced their sizeable impressions upon the submitting clothing she
wore, a short light grey skirt that was fallen almost to her hips due to the
nature of her seating arrangements, and thereby unashamedly exhibiting her
bright silky purple tight fitting underwear with a small black heart motif in
the centre, a sight to stir any red-blooded male, and many females no doubt,
her well shaped legs were bare and her feet had no shoes upon them, she had a
majestic, superior type of starched appearance though certain factors at
certain times contradicted this statement. Christina had her large, heavy
glass ash-tray placed on the top part of the chest of the red-faced teenager,
who was obediently silent laying under her, with several cigarette ends
already in it along with much ash, a glass of white wine was placed on her
right side which she gulped at occasionally in quite a surprisingly rough
manner, her cigarette packet which was just under half full laying next to her
lighter, was on the forehead of the accommodating male and when she required
another from the packet, which was extremely regularly, she had her own way of
attaining it. The young male, apart from being slightly uncomfortable even
with just the light proportional weight of Christina sitting on him, seemed a
little agitated, slightly embarrassed even, and the reason was quite clear
when a survey of the average sized room, a neatly styled understated living
room, was complete, though in truth apart from the story telling this scene
was a regular and common one, the announcing of the tale bought its own
apprehension.

Firstly, there was a man and a woman present, close to each other, they both
looked around their mid to late thirties and were obviously at ease with their
viewing that was taking place not six feet from them, the man, clean shaven,
was of a small stature and dressed conservatively, thinning light coloured
hair and a round face that was not totally unpleasant, his nearby female
companion was around the same age and cared for her appearance, nicely
dressed, a modicum of well applied make-up, though not enough to warrant
surprise or unwanted gazes, a pretty-ish face with long straight blonde hair,
she, like her near seated neighbour, was quite content with the environment
and seemed very relaxed upon the small sofa she was sharing. They were both
intent on fixing their eyes upon the grounded young male and the beauty of the
young lady, smoking quite crudely, puffing out plumes of endless smoke billows
toward the face of the young captive, as she was seated so nonchalantly on top
of him.

There were also two others in the room. On a similar small sofa to the
previous one mentioned, though paler in colour to the other which was a little
heavier in hue, were two upright strong faced people, almost stern but showed
no aggression or discontent, rather they were most pleasured with the scenario
they spectated at. One was a man, a stocky built man but not overweight,
around mid forties possibly, a smattering of dark and silver hair and a long
though broad face, he wore smart casual and his black shoes shone, the lady
seemed smaller, around the same age as the man, fair red hair that was perched
high rather than hanging down, silver earrings and a necklace too, a white
blouse and black leather skirt, maybe knee length, maybe a little longer, and
red shoes. They were as much at ease as their fellow viewers sitting
comfortably on their sofa and certainly as the young lady that was sitting on
the mildly agitated young man beneath her. No one smiled but no one was
anxious or looked to feel on edge, save for the young man on the floor as poor
Brett was impatient for the disclosure of the telling. As the tale unfolded,
remarkably, became obvious that the first couple described are the parents of
the grounded young man and the second couple are the parents of the seated
Christina. Both parties sat, talked freely with one another and happily smoked
and drank in a most social yet unnerving manner.

Brett himself was a quietly spoken young lad, around five feet nine and a
little overweight perhaps at close to two hundred pounds, he had lank mousey
hair that was kept reasonably short and neat, his eyes were small and brown,
his nose was toward prominent and his mouth was thinly lipped with fine teeth,
his face was a roundish shape, he was of a ruddy complexion and more so when
he was in conditions similar to the one at present, he was not muscular but he
was no weakling, he wore understated clothing mostly, he gave an impression
that he was neither harassed nor welcoming of the circumstances that he found
himself in, circumstances that he had found himself in since he could
remember, Brett was more than a submissive, he was someone's property, a pet,
a toy even, for use when demanded, he was, and always had been, the express
issue of his Mistress Chrissy.

Even so, as Christina sat comfortably on her young slave, she was now ready to
relate the incredible, interesting and yet amazing story of just what had
happened many years ago that laid the foundations for her to be the supreme
Mistress that she had become. Clicking her fingers Christina barked her order,
'Pig woman, cig me now!', she never took her gaze from her human seat under
her but there was an instant movement as Brett's Mother, Lyn Tayler, rushed
toward her son's forehead and picking up the packet she then removed a
cigarette from it, Lyn then replaced the packet back on her son's forehead,
and then bowed as she proffered it to the beautiful young girl whose lips were
already opening in receivership of the cylindrical object, after accepting the
cigarette Christina clicked her fingers as before and shouted another stern
order, 'Pig man, light my cig now!' On this occasion, Tim Tayler now hastily
moved toward his son's forehead, picked up the silver lighter and lit
Christina's cigarette that was already in between those delicious, sultry and
so sexy lips, his hand was steady and he bowed as he withdrew, Christina blew
a plume of blue smoke out and down toward the red face of Brett, Tim now
placed the lighter back on the forehead of his son next to the cigarettes that
were already there, the Father paid no attention whatsoever to his only child
being used as a seating arrangement for the beauty on top of him. Tim sat back
down next to his wife and continued in conversation with the parents of
Christina. It was evident that this scenario was a regular one by the
efficiency and professionalism that occurred during the played out act, it was
also clear that Christina's parents were the dominant couple yet treated their
submissive slave pair with a certain amount of respect and obvious friendship.

'Listen well Pig-boy! I am going to let you know now why you belong to me and
the reason you do anything and everything to please me and me alone! It goes
back a long time, you will remain my personal property after I relate this to
you, do you understand?' Christina offered this rhetorical question but simply
ran on with her discourse in order to amuse herself. 'So, let's open this up
for you like this, I am your Queen and you have always been an adequate slave,
I will keep you as long as you deserve me, the second you fail in this I will
discard you like the cigarettes in this ash-tray that I'm now going to have
removed. Pig-woman! Pig-man! Get over here now, on your hands and knees, one
of you on my left, the other on my right!' At once Brett's Mother and Father
arose and moved to her as she commanded, Tim was on Christina's left, down on
his hands and knees, and Lyn was on her right in the same position, they were
both put into headlocks and were pulled closely to the breasts of their
superior. Christina's parents then moved nearer to their imperious daughter
and upon the clicking of her fingers Al, her Father, sat down on Tim's back
and Jean, her Mother, sat down on Lyn's back, there were two slight oomphs
gasped out from the captured couple and laughter was produced from the
haughtiest young lady you could imagine.

It was quite the scene, Brett floored and on his back, Christina sitting on
his podgy stomach with her legs stretched out, Brett's Mother and Father
secured in tightened headlocks by the beautiful young lady looking down at
their pinioned son, and Christina's parents sitting on the straining backs of
Brett's parents. At this time Christina was smoking as she held her vice like
grip on the two, she didn't need her hands free as she very rarely removed the
cigarette from her gorgeous mouth, the smoke slowly ascending in blankets of
light blue from the slight aperture she allowed it to roam, she did, however,
wish to move forward and anything this regal lady wanted she attained.
Christina removed her dainty, though pungent, feet from Brett's open hands
that were laid flat on the floor to accommodate her demands, and brought them
nearer to her, thus allowing her to slide up his stomach and onto the very top
of his chest and a little of his throat, meaning her wonderful silky knickers
were tauntingly and erotically touching his chin, visible to all, she had
dragged the head-locked prisoners along with her who now had an even clearer
and closer view of their son's plight, though this didn't seem to phase them
one tiny iota. Cigarette smoke from Christina's sultry glossy red lips was
lazily gliding its way into both Tim and Lyn's face, their eyes mostly,
causing mild discomfort for them both, however, they both seemed to enjoy it
and offered no complaints.

Christina's face was now pointing downward and looking directly into Brett's
now unemotional countenance and she herself looked stern and uncaring at her
personal property in the shape of the young man, then, with no warning, she
sharply clicked her fingers and Brett instantly opened his mouth, seemingly on
auto-pilot, and received, with much gratitude, the short still lit cigarette
that the gorgeous young female spat into his mouth, rapidly her fingers
clicked again, louder this time, and Brett instantly closed his mouth and
started chewing the burning cigarette and, at the nodded approval of his
Mistress, gulped as he visibly swallowed it, there was a glimpse of disgust in
his face as he performed the duty, but not much, and his prize was a short
sneering smile from the prettiest girl he had ever seen. Both his parents had
watched him, while they were still held in the grip of Christina, eating the
vile tasting cigarette, and the two of them seemed to get somewhat excited in
doing so. Likewise, it didn't seem to be upsetting to Brett to be sat on in
front of people, and seeing his parents both held in humiliating headlocks and
sat on themselves, all this comandered by a mere slip of a girl.

'Listen well Pig-boy, I'll let you know how you became my property. It's a
long story so you had better make me comfortable or I'll make you pay!'
Christina sat harder onto Brett's lower face, gripped his Mum and Dad harder
in the headlock and began a most unique narration of how it all began, it was
more than twenty eight years ago since her parents were beginning their life
long domination as Master and Mistress of Brett's parents. It was an agreement
that they each enjoyed and were all consenting to, though it was a much more
deeper involvement than most parties are subjected to.

There is no need to start from the very beginning, that would make an
interesting tale in itself at a later date, suffice to say that around twenty
eight years ago, a fair while after the four had cemented their relationship
of Dom's and Subs and completely deciding they all enjoyed thoroughly what
they did, excitedly made it their lifestyle, it was a very clandestine
involvement and they each took it extremely seriously and made it the centre
of their lives, of an importance that far exceeded actual life.

This particular scenario that was taking place was a little different in that
there was a consequence demanded from the losing participants. It was now
around twenty six years ago, the setting was a wrestling match between the two
men, Master Al versus Slave Tim, it was a winner take all competitive, but not
damaging fight, Al wore nothing more than a tight pair of shiny black stretchy
rubbery briefs, he was tall, six feet two, muscular, athletic and strong and a
little under two hundred pounds, dark hair, of a fair length, sideburns below
his ears, strong good looking angular features, brown eyes and a mostly
hair-less body. Tim wore a pair of pink panties that were very tight and micro
sized with little yellow flowers on them, he was short, five feet four or
five, he was about a hundred and thirty pounds, not a weakling but hardly
beefy, he had long-ish fair hair, a round face, not unpleasant to look at, he
wore spectacles but these had been removed pre-battle, he was a willing sub
and adored his life as his Master's and his Mistress's possession. The two
women, wives of the combatants, were watching, Mistress Jean, a pretty
red-haired female, a swimmer with a good build, was wearing a jet black
leotard, with a deep fish-net plunging neck insert, that clung tight to her
curvy figure, she had thigh-high hold up black transparent stockings on her
shapely legs, bare-footed, she was smoking a medium sized cigar and was
sitting casually, with her knees upwards just below the shoulder blades, on
her Slave Lyn, Jean had a leash complete with a strong molded plastic cup
placed under the cute chin of Lyn and was pulling back on it to ensure that
her slave was watching Tim's futile efforts against her Husband, the mighty
Master, Al. Lyn, who was stretched out on the floor in order to accommodate
her Mistress's seating, was a very attractive blonde long-haired woman, a
bright fresh face with red lips that highlighted the prettiness of her look,
she wore a loose dowdy brown leotard that was obviously past its best days,
she was bare legged and bare footed. There was a slight straining on the
smaller sat upon girl who was not built for strong activities, but oh, how she
loved to be humiliated and dominated, so very much like her Husband, the same
Husband she was forced to view as he wrestled, in vain, the much bigger,
stronger and dominant sexy Master that stood powerfully not more than six feet
away.

The fight consisted of two energetic hours, filled with the slave being
humiliated, physically controlled, stretched, bent, folded, sat on, jumped on,
stood on, held in ridiculous embarrassing hurtful holds all by courtesy of his
beloved Master. As the one sided confrontation came to its conclusion it
finally culminated in the most perfect schoolboy pin position with the Master
sitting high up on the chest and throat of his slave and with arms aloft
declared himself the winner. Tim, soaked in copious amounts of sweat, with a
bright red face, was ordered to reach up and play with his Master's nipples as
he took his plaudits from both admiring watching women, he moved further up on
his slave and was actually sitting on his mouth with his tight shiny black
rubbery briefs, barely containing his enlarged eager penis, touching the nose
of his pinned disciple, he cheered himself, he also acknowledged the
encouraging comments from his wife, who was still sitting upon the losing
slave's wife, and he then ordered Tim to kiss his briefs and lick them in a
mark of respect, so as Al raised his arse a little off of Tim's face the
loving slave was desperately seen to be kissing, sniffing and licking his
Master's briefs. Al sat on him like this for around three quarters of an hour,
smiling, laughing, talking to his wife, deriding his slave, sneering at Lyn
and generally going through his powerful Master routine, which was adored by
all. Then a surprising event took place, Christine, around six years old,
walked in, and there was no change in the ambience of the environment, there
was an immediate excited expectation at what was about to take place.

Christine walked up to the front of her Father, Master Al, and she placed a
foot, most nonchalantly, on to slave Tim's face, she covered his eyes with her
small foot, she had her arms folded and stared down at the slave, she then
turned her head and scowled down at Lyn's subservient embarrassed face, she
then looked back at her Father and smiled a little, 'Well, have you told them
yet?', Christine was referring to the forfeit that now must be adhered to by
the losing team, slaves Pig-man and Pig-woman. 'We are just about to announce
it Miss Christine, you are here now and we can proceed with the proclamation
my dear.' Al remained sitting on Pig-man and now motioned for Mistress Jean to
bring slave Pig-woman over to him, which she did both quickly and without much
finesse, dragging her female slave over by her hair, Jean laid her down as
near and alongside to Master Al as she could and when she had done so Al
spread his large muscular left leg over the face of Pig-woman and was now
schoolboy pinning both Tim and Lyn, he had their heads heads together tight
and his thighs were gripping them as he held total control. Christine, Jean
and Al were all looking down at the captives with mocking smiles and
humiliating comments while the slaves both rained kisses onto the black
rubbery briefs that sat on them while they awaited the orders about to change
their insignificant lives. 'You are decreed, boomed Al's voice, to bear a
child as soon as possible, this child will be purely and solely for the
purpose of use and ownership of Madame Christine, the child will be for Madame
Christine to possess and utilise precisely as she wants excluding physical
damage by weapon of any design except for consenting 'dungeon apparatus', from
the age of seven Madame Christine can wrestle, ride, dictate, order, deride,
humiliate and embarrass in private, though a small group of the closest
friends of and authorised by Madame Christine can be a party to spectate and
be involved in sessions of domination for her amusement.' There was much
discussion as Master Al declared the child would be financially rewarded;
education, health care, clothing, holidays with their family along with a few
other sundry effects and maintained there would be no damage to the child save
minor bruising, strains of muscles, humiliation, embarrassment and similar
that goes in line with domination sessions. There were contracts to sign and
concord must be definite by ALL parties, this was purely suggestion at this
stage but paramount to the continuation of the lifestyle that all four enjoyed
at present and Madame Christine would be more included in very soon. Pig-Man
and Pig-woman readily consented and were agog with frenzy at signing their
contracts, the contract signing meant that they were both to kiss the arse of
their Master and Mistress one hundred times while being filmed, this was no
hardship to the slaves as they simply relished what the future was bringing to
them.

Master and Mistress were facing a wall, leaning forward and down with their
hands on their own knees and jutting their backsides out in a slightly
exaggerated form as the slaves were on their knees behind them, dressed only
in the same clothing they had worn since the wrestling match was about to
begin, and had their faces in the arses of their superiors, they were
lavishing loud long kisses on them in order to honour their contractual duties
further subjecting them to ownership of the Master and Mistress, when a
hundred kisses were placed upon their respective superior's bottom they were
ordered to change places with their slave spouse then kiss that arse a hundred
times also, Madame Christine watched closely with a very stern face counting
the kisses and not letting her concentration waiver for a second, when it was
over the slaves lowered their heads in complete obedience and were handed
their contracts and told to go away, read them and make good their side of the
deal, which meant having sex until Lyn was pregnant with what was to become,
Madame Christine's possession. Within just three months, slave 'Pig-woman' Lyn
announced she was pregnant. Madame Christine smiled, it was in a most ugly and
malicious manner on hearing the news.

The newborn was immediately named Brett and was already owned by the young
Mistress Christine, though there would be an interim period where the baby,
hereafter Pig-boy, would be nurtured in every conceivable way in readiness for
his gorgeous superior. Up to the age of five Brett was treated as a much loved
baby and infant though was groomed for his impending lowly positioning of
slave, Mistress Christine who never missed a day visiting her future property
and was making detailed entries in her journal as to exactly what and how she
was going to treat her pet. Though she kept a close eye on her subject she was
by nature aloof, non-touching and formal in her approach in his company,
arranging her mind and body solely for her future rank of Mistress and beloved
superior. For six years there was nothing that happened other than a small
child's upbringing, however, it was to be just after his sixth birthday that
Mistress Christine began, slowly and surely, to take control, sitting on her
Pig-boy's back and riding him, putting her feet in his face and on his head
and back as a foot rest, making him wear her old clothes, he quickly began to
become well adjusted to this and though was not permitted to show real
enjoyment he was in no way distressed, and it was seen that his Parents were
quite proud of what they were seeing their Son become, while Master Al and
Mistress Jean were so very proud of their haughty regal Daughter's newly
achieved domination over her property.

On reaching ten years of age Brett was permitted to take part in wrestling
matches with his beloved Mistress, these were always to be one sided and
certainly with the age difference at this tender young age he was no real
competition for the fight trained beauty, Christina made sure he knew who was
in charge as she exhibited and performed the most humiliating and often fairly
painful hold after hold on the youngster. He was always beaten comprehensibly
and kept in the final winning manoeuvre by Christina for a very long time,
sometimes over an hour or more, while spectators, including his and her
parents and later, in his teenage years, a small group of select companions of
the derisive female, watched, cheered and gave their support to her. When
wrestling Brett was made to wear a large pair of his Mistress Christina's
Mother's pink knickers while Christina wore the sexiest of underwear
imaginable, usually tight leather or Lycra in various colours and styles.

As the years progressed Brett became more programmed to do as he was ordered,
maybe it was in his genes or maybe he liked it or possibly both, whatever, he
was a wonderful obedient slave to the demanding Christina who used him exactly
how she wanted as often and whenever. Brett prepared her delicious clothing
for the day, he also washed, by hand, her dirty laundry which, as often as
not, was deliberately worn for many days, weeks too, so they were most
challenging to clean. When she entertained her close friends in her private
rooms her slave was theirs to be sat on, he was to place cigarettes and cigars
into their mouths and light them and, of course, avail himself to be used as
an ash-tray, he was often employed as a foot rest for hours upon end and
though it sounds innocuous, the bare feet that were placed on him were of the
most incredulously pungent effect, including feet that were unwashed for weeks
and weeks at a time, he was ordered to serve them their preferential fizzy
drinks and much gaseous food and was then the willing recipient of their aimed
belches and farts after they had sated themselves with their intake of
delicacies, for light relief he was turned into a human spittoon with Madame
Christina and all her gathered friends hardly bothered whether they scored
direct hits into his open mouth or if they just drenched his head and face.
Often, four to seven of Madame Christina's friends were to be seen sitting
heavily on 'Pig-boy' chatting quite innocently to each other about normal girl
topics, chain smoking and other than using their seat for any purpose they
wished, they were quite oblivious to his being there. A seating like this
could last up to three hours.

Another regular occurrence was for Christina to have her Pig-boy on all fours
facing her ornate full length mirror as she seated herself upon his back,
horse riding style, as she wore just the skimpiest underwear, always classy,
always sexy and often extremely ripe owing to her continued wearing of the
same apparel for such long periods of time, and she then casually addressed
her make-up issues for the day ahead, she ordered Pig-boy to hold his head up
to facilitate his ease of viewing the whole humiliating procedure and also to
proffer the top of his head as a place for his beloved Mistress to put her
heavy, large glass ash-tray, she always chain smoked and he knew that later he
was to 'dispose' of the contents after Christina had finished her affairs, and
that would be by eating them as she watched him closely throughout the entire
ordeal. He neither seemed to like nor dislike this disgusting duty, though he
executed it with the eagerness that his Madame demanded.

Although Brett's parents were on the small size, both keeping in great
condition for their own respective Superiors, Pig-boy himself was somewhat
taller and a little heavier than one would expect, he was not perceived as
obese or very overweight, just stockier than he was thought to become, it was
a useful asset however, considering the physical efforts that his beloved
Madame Christina put him through. Though it is laborious after a while to
support someone sitting upon one's back, it is helpful when the sitter is
beautifully proportioned in her petite, though strong, physique and even more
so when the sittee is of a suitable size and strength to endure the burden for
any length of time. It is of comfort therefore to her Pig-boy slave as he was
sat on, stood on and rested on for an incredible amount of his woken hours,
sometimes by more than one person and on certain occasions by up to seven,
which was an ordeal to experience indeed. There was to be a special event that
would result in him laying flat down on the floor and five people sitting on
him, his own parents, Christina's masterful parents and, of course, the
supreme Empress herself, Christine, of course, most comfortably perched on top
of his upturned grateful face, for the thing to be realised is that his
Mistress was the most beautiful, sexy woman beyond belief, and having her
amazingly shaped arse in the most outrageously sexual underwear, even if it
smelled of many weeks of wearing, sitting on one's face would be a dream, and
though Pig-boy was forbidden to enjoy her practise yet neither was he
permitted to dislike it, this whole scene was filmed and played back many
times in his and other's presence in an effort, in case it was ever needed, to
enforce his subjugation and complete desire to serve his beloved Madame
Christina.

Brett's life was for the most part unexceptional, with obvious exception from
the private existence behind the closely guarded closed doors that housed the
intimacy, control and wild behaviour of the six participants. He was not a
great scholar though he tried to be, he was actually an average student but
caused no trouble and, in fact, due to this he was mostly overlooked by most
everyone he came into contact with and together with his taciturn, reticent
nature, it all served as a wonderful in-built defence should any unwelcome
interest venture his way, such as a female, or male, admirer. It was a double
edged sword for good though, the good of Christine that is, as if Brett ever
encountered problems in his life, of any sort, Master Al, Madame Christine's
Father, was a highly respected, fairly rich and moderately powerful business
man within the community and was able to resolve all issues, whatever they be.

Many services that Pig-boy was used for by his beloved Mistress could be
relayed and interesting reading they would make, however, a reason rather than
a chronicle is the purpose of this offering so digression is only partly
permitted. With the act set, that is, to refresh; The beautiful sexy Christine
nonchalantly elucidating her Pig-boy with his manufacturing and employment in
the World, relaying incidentally by relaxing herself comfortably sitting on
top of her slave's throat and high chest, holding his Mother and Father in
tight headlocks as they stared down at their servile Son, their son who as
stated was trapped under the gorgeous arse of the haughtiest female
imaginable, her own parents' sitting on the backs of the firmly held
head-locked adults, all this as Christina's full red glossy lips held a
cigarette between them, a cigarette that she smoked in such a dirty but
sensual method, and with all this occurring the story was narrated, a story
which was given and was duly and immediately accepted by her serf, it was
never going to be any different.

However, what it did do was to open a new door of his expected duties, there
was nothing he wouldn't do for her if he was physically able and this, this
new venture was about to prove a boon for him as he was going to be entering
Christina's dark magical private world now, living with her and being at her
total beck and call, twenty fours hours a day, seven days a week, while she
entertained and worked her delights for other inferiors that called upon her
to serve at her feet in exchange for huge payments that they were forced,
quite willingly, to submit into the ever bulging bank balance of the dirtiest,
sexiest, prettiest and most irresistible woman they were ever to encounter.

To be continued ... ...