My wife's key hits the door at six thirty seven, and a bolt of pure terror lances through me. I have waited for the last thirty seven minutes, kneeling before the door to her flat with my hands clasped behind my back and my head bowed. She insists that I be in this position by six each night, ready to greet her whenever she chooses to arrive. Sometimes I wait just a few minutes, sometimes it is hours - on one occasion she didn't return until nearly six o'clock the next morning.
Early in our relationship, I decided that I could get out of this one. The sound of her coming up the hallway stairs to the flat could be heard clearly from within, giving twenty or so seconds worth of warning. I figured that I could wait in comfort and then scurry into the hall and be in position when the key hit the door. It went like that for about a week, before she showed me the tiny cameras which were hidden inside some of the alarm system's motion detectors and the tape of me lounging about in the living room when I should have been kneeling in my proper place. Then she punished me. I still have the scars from that night; it's not an experience I like to think about.
In fact, I don't really like to contemplate much at all about the holocaust of pain and fear that my life has been over the last six months. I'm writing this for the same reason that I do anything now - my wife and mistress told me to.
I met Simone seven months ago. I had just broken up with a girlfriend, and decided to get into better shape now that I was facing the dating game again. I checked out some gyms in my local area; hers was the second I walked into.
I've never found muscular women all that attractive, and I can't say that Simone did all that much for me. She was a powerlifter, apparently quite well known a few years ago though she didn't compete any more. She was certainly striking, though - at six feet two inches tall she was bigger than most of the men in the gym, and her body was amazing, it was as if every single muscle on her was twice the size nature intended. She was a hulking amazon, the envy or fantasy object - or both - of almost everybody who came in her door.
I fell into the first category. She didn't turn me on, but I certainly did envy her physique.
I had a feeling that she had some special interest in me almost from the beginning. I would catch her staring at me occasionally when she thought I wouldn't notice, giving me a strange look, almost as if I was being appraised. I figured that she was maybe attracted to me, though that seemed a little unlikely - she was obviously into muscles, and there were a lot of guys in the gym who were far better equipped in that department than I was.
I tended to go to the gym quite late, usually doing an hour from ten to eleven to use up whatever excess energy I had before I went home and hit the bed. On my sixth visit I arrived to find Simone in the reception area, with nobody else in sight.
"Oh, Jack isn't it?" She said as I entered. "Didn't you know we were closed today?"
"Uh, no," I stammered. I had never really been this close to her before, and she seemed larger than ever. I've always found women a little daunting, and Simone being so close to such an intensely physical presence was deeply intimidating.
"Yes, I've had some workers in this afternoon setting up a new addition. Come and see," she said, pointing to the door to the main gym. I wasn't particularly interested, and there was something about her manner that was making me increasingly uncomfortable. But then her hand came down on my shoulder, and she put just enough pressure on it to get me moving. It wasn't a shove, exactly, but it was definitely less than polite. Still, I went.
Most of her gym was taken up with the usual exercise machines, but she had a large area at the back with pads on the floor for gymnastics-type stuff. People didn't use it all that much. As she switched the lights on, I saw the 'new addition' - the pads had been ripped out and a full size boxing ring had been set up.
I wasn't much into boxing, either. I pretended to look at it for a few seconds. "Very nice," I muttered and turned to go.
Simone was standing with her back to the door, a strange smile playing around her lips.
"I'm afraid I have a little confesion to make, " she announced. "I had this set up today because I knew this is the day you always come. I wanted a little alone time with you so that I could explain something."
"Oh?" I managed, confused.
"Yes, You see, I've decided to make you my slave. I'm probably going to marry you, but that's something I haven't decided on yet." I gaped at her in total astonishment, too shocked to really take in what she was saying. I barely registered that the word 'slave' had been in there somewhere. "Now I can understand that this is all very sudden for you, but quite frankly that's tough shit. You'll just have to get used to it. It would go much easier for you if you would just accept it and move on, but to be perfectly honest..." and here her smile became positively feline, "I would be more than happy to show you what's going to happen if you disobey my orders beginning right now."
I finally found my voice. "This is ridiculous Simone, get away from that door and let me out. We'll just forget that this ever happened."
She laughed. "Hmm, tell you what, let me make a counter-proposal. Instead of doing that, why don't I stay right here while you get down on your knees and kiss my feet to show your acceptance of your new role as my slave."
"Don't be stupid, I-"
That was when I found out how fast Simone could move when she wanted to. She came off that door like a rocket, her fist swinging up and connecting solidly with my temple. The world blacked out for a second and I went down like a sack of potatoes. When my head began to clear I was dimly aware that I was being picked up. Simone swung me over her shoulder and walked across to the back of the gym, apparently without any effort whatsoever. She climbed up to the ring and tossed me over the ropes, then jumped over them herself.
The impact knocked the wind out of me, and as I tried to get up I felt her big hands on me, pulling my jacket off and then undoing my tie.
"There are a few things you should know about me," she said as she pulled my tie off. She ripped my shirt open in a single motion, and began to pull it off. I tried to resist, making no impact whatsoever on her. God, she was strong. "Most female bodybuilders are lovely, gentle people who wouldn't hurt a fly. Not me."
She pulled my shoes off, ignoring my attempts to kick free, then pulled my trousers down so that I was left lying there in my boxers. She stood back, watching as I began to pull myself up.
"I'm a terrible sadist you see, and the thing I like most in this world is hurting and humiliating men. It gives me incredible pleasure to beat the crap out of some male - I'm not even fussy about it, I'll take on the arrogant ones, the wimpy ones, whatever. I used to be heavily into wrestling, kickboxing, martial arts and that kind of stuff. Frankly it was too tame for me. They have all those silly rules to stop you doing any real harm, and doing real harm is what turns me on the most! I mean what's the point of stopping a match just when you've got an opponent helpless, when that's the best time to really begin to inflict pain!"
I managed to stand up, staring at her woozily. Maybe if I made a run for the door I could get by her. I lurched to the side, but Simone's hand lashed out and grabbed my arm, crushing into my bicep with incredible strength. She tossed me back down to the floor again, this time not hard enough to hurt. I staggered back to my feet.
"Now, since we're learning lessons here, I'm going to give you something you will never get again - a chance to try your strength against me. I could beat you to death without breaking a sweat, and do it without you having the faintest chance of even landing a single blow in return. But just in case you get some idea of attacking when I don't expect it, or sneaking up on me from behind or something, I'm going to let you see just how pointless that would be." She folded her arms behind her back and spread her feet slightly. "So, take your best shot and see what good it does you."
I got past the shock and hit a vein of pure anger. I launched myself at her, swinging my right fist in a roundhouse. It wasn't a the greatest punch I'd ever thrown, but there was certainly a lot of enthusiasm behind it. It hit her squarely on the jaw with a solid thud.
Her head rolled to one side a few inches as I stepped back, letting out an involuntary "Ow!" at the pain in my knuckles. Then she shook it off and smiled again.
"Punching a bony spot like the jaw isn't real smart, you know," she said, clearly amused and not at all hurt. "It really only works in the movies. You're lucky you didn't break some knuckles."
Enraged, I stepped in again and fired a furious combination of punches into her stomach. Left, right, left, right, I was determined to put this bitch to the floor. I must have hit her ten, fifteen, twenty times.
She started to laugh.
My eyes widened and I stepped back. Her prominent six-pack abdomen was somewhat reddened, but that was about it. I hadn't even driven her back half a step.
I braced myself and threw another punch, this time at her temple. This time I made a real professional job of it - that punch started somewhere in my shoes and had every bit of strength and weight and leverage that I could put into it. It connected perfectly, right above her temple. My hand practically exploded in pain, I really did think I had broken some bones in there. But I didn't care, I knew that I had done some damage this time.
Simone actually took a step back this time, then shook her head slightly as if she was being bothered by a fly. Then the smile returned.
I hesitated, uncertain what to do next. I couldn't hit her like that again; my hand was hurting too much, and if I couldn't hurt her with a right then my weaker left hand certainly wouldn't do any good.
"Finished?" She asked. Taking my silence as confirmation, she unfolded her arms. "Good. Now, we've seen what you can do to me. Here's what I can do to you."
She stepped in and put a hand on my chest, slamming me back into the corner. I grabbed at her hand, trying to free myself. I might as well have tried to pull the building off its foundations. She unloaded her left fist into my stomach. She didn't seem to put any great weight or effort into it, but I would certainly have gone down again if she hadn't been holding me in place. The pain was agonising.
She drew back for another. I managed to draw enough breath to get out a strangled "no, please..." before she drove the left into my stomach again, then again, then again. Each one was in a slightly different place, so that she was working the blows methodically over my abdomen in order to spread the damage around. I begged and pleaded for her to stop, which just seemed to make her smile all the more. By the fifteenth punch I was practically hanging off the hand planted against my chest, unable to do anything except whimper.
She stepped back and let me collapse to the floor, then dragged me to the centre of the ring again. She flipped me onto my back and straddled me, then took a handful of hair and dragged my head up. Without a moment's pause she smashed her forehead against my nose. I blacked out again for a few seconds; when I came to she was sliding her legs underneath me and locking her ankles together. I reared my head up to try and plead with her some more.
Big mistake. She head butted me in the nose again, then once more on the chin. It almost dislocated my jaw, and I'm sure I felt some teeth rattle in there. I tried to plead with her but she tightened her enourmous thighs, and I felt my ribs sag under the relentless assault. My breath came out in one short groan, and I struggled futilely to draw some air in before I blacked out yet again.
Before I reached that point she released me, pulling me upright and hurled me into the corner post with stunning force; she followed me in and her right hand flashed around in a vicious slap to the face that snapped my head to the side and left me seeing stars. Almost instantly she followed up with a backhander from the same hand, then another slap. I began to try and struggle out of the corner, desperate to put up some kind of a fight. Simone let me come forward a few inches, then head butted me savagely again. I collapsed to my hands and knees, stunned.
"Oh, I can't tell you how much fun this is for me," she said as she stamped her boot heel down into my right kidney, driving me down to the canvas. "I can't tell you how glad I am that I'm going to have somebody to abuse whenever I feel like!" She took a big handful of hair and dragged me into the centre of the ring. "It's a big turn-on for me." She stamped her boot down again, this time on my left thigh. I yelled in pain and tried ineffectually to crawl away. She let me go a few feet before stamping my right thigh, then rolled me onto my chest with her foot and kicked me in the chest with incredible force. I couldn't even yell out, the pain was beyond that.
She took me by the neck again, lifting me up into the air and carrying me over to the ropes. She hung me over the top rope, then wrapped the middle one around my arms to pin me in place. Then she began slapping my face again, first with the right hand then with the left, so many times I lost count.
When she tired of slapping me, she drew back and punched me in the stomach, this time grunting with the effort. The blow was so hard it felt like her fist had all but burst right through and out the other side.
"Do tell me when you've had enough, won't you?" She said brightly. I tried to say something, to give some sign of submission that might make her stop, but I just didn't have the wind to speak. "No?" She said with a smile. "Still want more, eh? That's the spirit!"
She stood up onto her tiptoes, raising her right elbow high above her head, then swung it down hard and smashed it into my left shoulder with all her weight and strength. The explosion of pain swept through my entire body, rocking me to the core. I felt tears trickle down my cheeks as Simone repeated the performance on my right shoulder.
Next she went to work on my legs, planting a series of heavy kicks in my calves and thighs. When she finally grew tired of this she released me from the ropes, stepping back and letting me fall to the canvas again. I was totally beaten, I couldn't even have made a token gesture of defiance by then. I just lay there on the floor, watching inert and helpless as Simone considered her next move.
She dragged me by the hair back into the middle of the ring and took my left arm in a vice-like grip, then planted one foot against my head and the other in my armpit. Holding the grip she dropped to the canvas, wrenching against my arm savagely. She leaned back, pulling on my arm with amazing strength. I could feel my shoulder joint begin to separate under the enourmous pressure, and wondered if Simone was actually going to pull my arm right out of its socket. I flapped futilely against her shins with my free arm, making no impact whatsoever. Simone giggled with pleasure, obviously enjoying the damage she was doing to me, and I realised that she didn't sound at all tired from all this. It began to sink in that wasn't using anything like her full strength on me here.
Finally she relaxed the hold, only to wriggle around and repeat the procedure on the other arm. After wrenching and twisting at it for maybe ten minutes, she flipped me again and took a wrist in each hand, twisting my arms up behind my back and inching them upwards until the already tortured joints were again about ready to pop out.
"Stop... oh please stop, it hurts so much..." I whimpered, sobbing like a baby. Simone laughed out loud and drove my arms back another inch. She held me there for a minute or two, twisting and wrenching at my arms while my shoulders creaked under the strain. I screamed in pain, knowing that there nobody to hear me, no chance of help. Every scream seemed to drive Simone to greater heights of pleasure. Then finally she dropped me and went down to her knees beside me. She gently, delicately licked a single tear from my cheek, then giggled. "Please..." I whimpered. "Please..."
"Oh baby doll, we're not even close to finished yet." She promised.
She dragged me upright again. My shoulders were in agony, I couldn't feel my arms at all, but Simone apparently wasn't satisfied with the damage yet. She lifted me bodily, raising me high up into the air, then hurled me shoulder-first down into the mat. I screamed in fear as my tormentress loomed over me, knowing what was coming next. Simone laughed as she scopped me up and hurled me down again in one smooth motion, this time landing me squarely on my other shoulder.
"Does that hurt?" She inquired with a smile, bending down to look closely into my face.
"Oh God it hurts so much... oh please no more... I'll do anything... anything you want... just please no more..."
"See, you're still not understanding this yet," she said. "You're telling me you will do anything I want. You're trying to give me permission to do anything I want. But you see, you belong to me now. You're my slave. My plaything. I will do what I want to you, when I want to, and you will take it simply because there is no other choice for you. And what I want to do right now is to make you to suffer." With that she stepped back and launched a brutal kick into my left shoulder, then another into my right. Then she stepped back again and circled me slowly, studying me intently.
"More on the legs next, I think," she said. I wailed in fear as she flipped me over onto my front, craning my head to see what was coming. She positioned herself carefully, then dropped her entire two hundred pounds in one single knee-drop that landed squarely on the back of my left thigh. I jerked spastically, letting out a high pitched scream at the incredible pain that went through my leg. Surely she must have broken the bone, it hurt so much. And there was the sickly realisation that she would surely repeat the move on my other leg. I wasn't to be dissapointed; Simone sprang back to her feet and immediately lined up for the next hit, dropping her knee into the exact same spot on my right thigh. I could not have been in more pain if she had poured petrol onto me and set light to it.
"Just a few more," she said, lining up again.
"No! No! No!" I could say nothing more than that; I was tettering on the edge of rational thought, terrified at the damage she was inflicting upon me. Simone knee-dropped my thighs again, in exactly the same place as before, then added a few well placed kicks to spread the damage around a little.
"I think I'll practice some wrestling moves," she announced. "You know, I always liked the wrestling on television. I know, it's all staged, some of those moves could kill a person if you did them for real. Of course, with you that doesn't really matter!"
She picked me up and threw me over her shoulder, then went to a corner post and climbed up onto the top ropes. Balancing carefully, she raised my body high over her head - I must have been twelve feet up in the air. Simone held me there for a long moment, then hurled me hard down onto the ring floor. The agony from my brused body was so great that I blacked out; when I recovered Simone had me high over the ring again, ready to hurl me into the canvas. She repeated the procedure four times, one for each corner of the ring.
"How was that?" She asked. "Still awake? Can you still move?"
I stirred feebly - it was all I could manage.# She seemed to consider my prone form for a long moment, then launched another vicious kick into my side to roll me over on my front again. I began to wimper uncontrollably in fear as the Amazon casually stalked around me, searching for some part of my body that was not already battered and bruised. She must have found a few somewhere, because after a lengthy inspection she put her full weight into a knee-drop onto my left leg. My thighs had long ago become numb, but even so I could feel a distant wash of pain from the impact. Simone repeated the process on various parts of my body, each time making a careful inspection to ensure that she hit a previously undamaged spot.
"You stay awake now," she warned as she dragged me upright and slapped my face painfully. "Anything you miss out on because you're unconcious, I'll just have to do over again later!"
She held me in front of her, those huge arms clasped around my chest. Then in one smooth movement she lifted me high up in the air, then dropped me down so that her knee connected with the base of my spine with my entire weight behind it. A blast of agony went shooting up my back; when she let me go I rolled around the floor, twitching spasmodically.
"You can paralyse somebody like that you know." Simone said to me conversationally. "It's very dangerous. Fancy another one?"
I couldn't speak. "Okay, now I don't think you have much left that I haven't worked on. So I think we have to do the old family jewels next. Get ready for a good, hard kick in the balls."
I simply stared, slack-jawed. If this Amazon kicked me there with anything like the force that she was capable of, she would smash my testicles into oblivion.
"Now, we'll have you upright for this, I think." She hooked my arms over the rope again, then carefully spread my legs, dragging me forward so that my crotch was in optimum position. "Anything to say?" She asked.
"Please don't do this," I managed to get out. "Please. I'll be your slave. I'll do anything. Just please don't."
"You still don't get it, do you?" She shook her head, clearly amused. "You're doing it again. You're agreeing to be my slave? Agreeing?" She loaded the word with contempt. "As if you had any say in the matter, any at all. I want you, so I've taken you. You have absolutely nothing to say about that, one way or the other. Understand this, slave, from this moment on you make no decisions. I don't ask my bed if it wants to be slept on, I don't ask my desk if it wants to be sat at, and I don't ask my slave if it wants to serve me. You will serve me because I have decided that you will! From now on the only things I'm interested in hearing from you are screams, begging, and the words "yes mistress". You do anything to displease me, and you'll get a punishment that will make this look like a picnic!"
And with that, she launched a kick directly into my balls. There was a sickening moment of emptiness, then a lurch in my stomach as I realised that she had really done it - and then a great wave of pain washed over my entire body, causing me to convulse against the ropes that held me. That in turn set off a renewed pattern of agony in my shoulders and thighs, secondary blasts compared to the main event but each almost unbearable in its own right.
Simone clapped her hands together and did a little spin on the spot, letting out a whoop of delight. "Alright! You should have seen the look on your face just then! God, that was great!" As she spoke, one hand slipped beneath her leotard, pushing down to her crotch. She began fingering herself urgently. "Oh wow, this is turning me on soooo much... I just gotta do that again!"
I didn't dare protest, after the way she had reacted last time. She re-arranged my legs and stepped back again, still masturbating furiously and practically panting with the lust and sadism that was obviously sweeping through her. The woman was utterly insane...
She launched another kick without warning, this one even harder than before. I tried to scream but only a gurgle emerged from my throat, followed by a thin line of drool. Simone threw back her head and groaned, fingering herself furiously now. She fell to her knees and reached out, taking my aching balls in her free hand and squeezing.
I can't put into words just how much it hurt. My balls were already in agony from being kicked twice. She didn't let up, didn't pull or twist at all. She just squeezed, harder and harder, staring in rapture at my agonised face as she fingered herself faster and faster. I was beyond hope, beyond sanity - the whole world consisted of Simone's face before me an the awful, sickening waves of pain washing up from my tortured balls.
Finally she shuddered, throwing back her head. "Oh God, I'm coming..." she moaned as a series of powerful shudders coursed through her body. I was terrified that she might tear my entire scrotum off of my body, but fortunately she didn't seem to be the type of woman who thrashed around a lot during orgasm.
"Oh... that was lovely..." she murmured as she released me. "I haven't enjoyed an orgasm like that in a long while." She stood and walked over to me, then gave me a slap that set my head ringing. "I just knew it," she said as she backhanded me across the other cheek just as hard. "From the first minute I saw you," SLAP "I just knew I would enjoy torturing you." SLAP.
Each blow threw my head to the side, wrenching at my neck muscles. "I just love hurting you," she murmured as she sent me reeling with another blow. She kept up a slow, relentless barrage of slaps and backhands, one every few seconds, as she told me again and again how much she was enjoying herself. After maybe twenty or thirty blows I could take no more, and slipped again into unconsciousness.
I woke to see her putting one of the little stools that boxers sit on between rounds into the centre of the ring. "Now, next I think I'm going to give you a spanking," she said playfully. She picked me up again and sat down on the large double bed, flopping me across her lap. "This is going to hurt you a whole lot more than it hurts me," she said with a giggle.
The first blow made me realise just how much she had been holding back before. She didn't want to kill me or badly concuss me, probably because it would mean that she couldn't keep on inflicting punishment. But where a hard enough punch to the head would probably finish me off, my arse was a relatively safe target. Over the next thirty minutes Simone gave me a spanking the like of which no man should ever have to suffer. She was like some remorseless punishment machine, raining down blows of immense force at a steady pace of one every four or five seconds. How many there were I couldn't say - hundreds, certainly. The pain built and built, but her earlier abuse had left me utterly unable to move my arms or legs, I could do nothing to avoid the blows. I screamed, I pleaded for mercy, but it made no difference at all. She kept up a stream of chatter the whole time, telling me how much she was enjoying herself, how wet her pussy was getting or describing the lovely colours my arse cheeks were turning.
Finally it was over. She scooped me up again and threw me over her shoulder, then climbed out of the ring. "Well, that was certainly a lot of fun," she said as she carried me out through the reception area and into the private areas at the back. She went up a long flight of stairs and through a door at the top, into a large room, a studio flat of some kind. Presumably this was where Simone lived, above her gym. She proceeded to tear the leotard off of her body until she stood naked before me. Her body really was amazing, I couldn't see an ounce of fat on her. Her pussy was naked, and glistening with her juices. She was obviously extremely turned on.
"You really are an enjoyable date, you know that?" She said with a grin. I could only moan in reply.
She opened a drawer and fumbled around inside, and I managed to turn my head to see her stepping into an enourmous double-ended strap-on dildo. She saw me watching and gave a cheery smile as she began to work the massive black rubber phallus into her pussy, grunting with pleasure as she eased it home. She buckled the heavy leather straps about her waist to hold it in place and then picked up a tube of lubricant and advanced on me again.
"So, is this going to be the first time at anal sex for you?" She asked as she spread the lube onto my anus. I couldn't even so much as flinch, so much was I aching.
"Yes. Please..." I was going to add the word "don't", but I didn't have the breath.
"Excellent! I like nothing better than raping a virgin arse, there's just something about popping a man's cherry that can't be beaten. And of course, a regular bout of sodomy is excellent for making sure that a slave knows what his place in life is." She straddled my thighs and I felt the rounded end of the thing poking at my asshole. It felt enourmous, and I trembled in fear at the thought of what it might do to me. Simone waited, clearly enjoying the feeling of me quaking in fear beneath her, then rammed home in one swift movement. The resistance my body had to offer was nothing compared to her immense strength, and the dildo plunged deep into my bowels. My arse was already aflame after the brutal spanking, and this anguish seemed unendurable. But of course, I had no option but to endure. I screamed in pain, drawing another delighted laugh from Simone.
"Oh yeah, just like that," she said. She set up a fast and hard pumping action that felt like it was tearing my insides apart. The thing made a hideous squelching noise as it moved; every time she pushed in I could feel an immense pressure in my stomach, followed by a hideous sucking as she withdrew. It felt like I was taking the worlds biggest shit, and then doing the same in reverse, over and over again. I screamed until I ran out of breath, then groaned and sobbed into the bed. Every sound seemed to drive my abuser on to further heights of ecstacy.
"Come on, keep it up," she murmured as she hammered away. "I like that, I like to hear my little slave scream. It turns me on so much. Oh yeah..." she was relentless, pumping and pumping until the only thing in the world was the ramming in my arse and the pain in my body and her voice endlessley chiding and belittling me.
How long she raped me this way I don't know. It seemed to go on forever. Once every now and again she would start pumping especially fast, ramming into me with enough strength to push me bodily across the bed. Then she would groan and tremble as an orgasm shook her body; often she would slam her fists down into my back during her orgasms, pummeling my prone body to add to her pleasure. Then she would recover and begin the whole process once more.
After perhaps an hour she pulled out with an audiable 'plop', and flopped down onto the bed beside me. After a minute or so I felt her unbuckling the strap-on and pulling it from her body.
Surely, I thought, she will let me rest now.
Of course, I had underestimated her again. After taking just a moment or two to compose herself she rolled off the bed and flipped me over. Then she began firing punches into me, peppering them all over my body - my stomach, my chest, my shoulders. I think she was just making sure that I wasn't going to recover from the previous damage.
After twenty or so punches, she took a fist full of hair and dragged me into the bathroom where she threw me into the bath. She climbed up onto the tub, a foot on either side so that she loomed over me, then crouched down so that her cunt gaped obscenely open. A stream of urine jetted forth onto my body. Simone rolled her hips around slowly, taking her time and making sure that she doused as much of me as she could with her piss. I closed my eyes and moaned in humiliation as she directed the stream onto my face, soaking my hair. When she finished she stood back, admiring her handiwork critically.
"I think that will do for tonight," she said. "You can sleep here for now. I'll see you in the morning. Good night."
With that she turned and walked out.
That night was the worst of my life, at least up to that point. I lay awake in agony all night, constant waves of pain washing over me from different parts of my body. It was like some horrible competition - the agony from one part would gradually begin to receed to a dull ache, only for something else to begin to flare up. Now and again I would shift my position slightly, and a whole new wave of agony would flare up from all over - then the whole ghastly process would begin to repeat itself. The smell of her urine was terrible, even after the horrible stuff eventually dried on me.
Almost as bad as the physical pain was the mental agony. I have never been what you'd call the image of machismo, but I had a pretty typical male ego. In the space of ninety minutes or so Simone had inflicted utter humiliation on me and left me broken and terrified. Every slight creak of a floorboard had me shivering in fear, dreading her return.
Finally the grey light of dawn began peek through the window, and over the next hour or so real daylight worked its way into the room. Then the door opened and she entered. I was immediately overwhelmed with fear, and began to cry like a baby.
"Morning!" She said brightly. "Still hurting, I see? Good! Let's get you cleaned up and then we can have a little talk."
She turned on the shower and rinsed me down for a few minutes, then laid out a large bath towel and dragged me out of the bath by my hair. She left me to dry whilst she went off to make breakfast for herself. I tried to move around a bit, groaning at the pain and stiffness in my shoulders and legs. I found that I could just about stagger around, but I wouldn't be able to walk anything like normally for a good few days yet.
After she had finished her breakfast Simone came and dragged me back into the main room by the hair. I soon realised that this was to be her main method of moving me around when she had immobilised my limbs. She propped me against a wooden pillar and sat down in a comfortable leather armchair.
"Now, let's outline your new role. As I explained last night, you're now my slave. As you now know firsthand, I'm a true sadist. So I'm going to be hurting you, whenever the mood takes me. In fact, you're probably going to be suffering some form of pain or humiliation or both pretty much for the rest of your life.
"But let me warn you about one thing. If you disobey me or even hesitate when I give you an order, if you ever contradict me in any way, if you ever do anything that shows less than total respect for me as your owner, I will hurt you in ways that are beyond anything you can imagine. You think last night was bad? Cross me just once, and I'll show you what real pain is."
The tears began to flow again. I had absolutely no doubt that she could do as she was threatening - I knew she had held back last night for fear of damaging her new slave too much and so ending her fun prematurely. This woman could probably kill me with a single punch.
"Now you will eventually have thoughts of escape. I tell you now, don't bother. Even assuming that you could get away, get to the police, and get me convicted... people only serve fifteen years or so for murder in this country. I doubt I'd do five years. And once I was out..." she picked up my little address book from the arm of the chair. She must have found it in my clothes. "Thanks to this I know where your father, your brother, and your uncle all live. Try to run and I'll pay each one of them a visit. I'll smash every fucking bone in their bodies, one at a time. I'll tear their eyes out and rip their balls off with my bare hands. I'll make sure every limb is permanently crippled. Then once I'm done with them, I'll find you and do the same. I don't give a flying fuck what the police do to me afterwards; I'll have the satisfaction of knowing that you and everybody you love are ruined for life."
I was openly sobbing now, fear and humiliation and shame bearing down on me like a lead weight attached to my soul. I had absolutely no doubt that she meant every last word of what she said.
"So you can forget about running."
She went on to outline how I would quit my job, sign my house, car and bank accounts over to her name. She explained what my basic duties would be - cleaning the flat, washing and cooking for her. When she trusted me to go outside I would do the shopping, act as her personal chauffer and general dogsbody.
One thing she was totally clear on - while perfect behaviour on my part might mean I would avoid punishment beatings, she would continue to torture me on a regular basis for her personal fun. My life would never again be free of pain and suffering.
And so it proved. Over the next week she broke me down physically and mentally with a virtually non-stop barrage of humiliation and abuse. She didn't like to use whips or other torture implements on me - she claimed that she liked the hands on approach, that nothing gave her more satisfaction than breaking a male down with her bare hands. The only exception she made to this rule was when she used one of her strap on dildoes to rape me - something she did very regularly.
I didn't try to escape. At first, I told myself that it was because Simone kept such a close eye on me that I never had a chance, but deep down I knew I was lying. Then the day came when she went out and left me alone in the flat. My beating that day hadn't been all that bad, and I was able to get up and walk around the flat more or less normally. I spent a long time staring at the door, knowing that all I had to do was open it and I could simply walk out of there. I actually took a step onto the stairs... and started trembling. I took another step and felt tears began to run down my cheeks. I was shaking badly, almost too badly to stand. I gripped the bannister tightly, eyes fixed on the door. I took another step down towards my freedom.
My bladder let loose. I felt a trickle of urine on my leg, hot against my cold shivering skin. And in that instant, a single thought flashed into my mind - Simone wouldn't like it if I messed up her stairway. I raced to the kitchen and grabbed some cloths to clean up, carefully staying on the landing and reaching down to swipe at the puddle of urine, my eyes resolutely turned away from the door. I made sure the stairs were completely spotless before I went back into the flat with a sigh of relief.
That was the closest I ever came to trying to escape. It also marked a major turning point in my relationship with Simone. Until then I had harboured the idea that I was planning my escape, just waiting for the right moment when her guard slipped. But that day showed the lie for what it was. The simple truth was that Simone had broken me to her will so utterly that the idea of trying to go against her was simply unthinkable.
After a while, she decided to go ahead and marry me. It was a conventional enough registry office service, apart from two items - Simone of course declined to have a promise to obey as part of her vows, but did have it included in mine. And before we went out to the service she informed me in no uncertain terms that if I tried anything to escape or let others know about what was happening, she would take me home and snap all the bones in my arms and legs.
Simone tells me that I've hardly begun on the road she has set me on. The Human mind has an amazing ability to adapt to its surroundings and eventually accept them as normal. She says that eventually I will adapt, my free will will drain away and that all I will have left will be a sort of childish desperation to please her. She says that she has seen it before - the slave loses any desire to rebel against the owner, and comes to accept even the pain and humiliation as natural and right. She says that once this happens to me she might get bored - breaking me down is a large part of the fun for her, and once it is done for good she is uncertain if it will be worth the effort to keep me. I don't know what she might do to me then - somehow I can't see her just letting me go. Deep down, I suppose I believe that she will simply snap my neck one day and toss the body into a lake somewhere. It's a measure of her dominance that even that prospect doesn't scare me enough to provoke any kind of rebellion.
Still, who knows? Maybe if I'm good enough she'll let me carry on serving her. I guess we will just have to wait and see. Until then, my nightmare continues.
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