The huge mansion sat in the Canadian Northwest surrounded by thousands of acres of virgin land. The mansion was built by a wealthy tycoon in the late twenties before the stock market crash. The mansion was deserted for many years until Mistress Diana moved there and had it renovated for her exotic tastes.
Mistress Diana was an heir to a fortune that was left to her by an uncle. She had the mansion lavishly decorated and modified for her little pleasures. A team of six black servants maintained the requirements of the mansion along with satisfying Mistress Diana's sexual pleasure's
The Mistress had been married when she was young but it soon turned out to be a mistake when she found him screwing their maid. Now she was in her mid thirties and much smarter and wisely and very beautiful and not to forget the extremely rich part of her life.
She was a very beautiful tall blonde with long flowing hair with a body shaped like an hour glass. She was well endowed with a trim waist and full hips. She had a passion for wearing extremely high heels and black corsets.
The muscular handsome black men were carefully hand picked to become Mistresses permanent servants at the mansion. Not one of them was under the height of six-five. They were extremely well groomed and Mistress kept their bodies toned with daily work outs in the mansions gym.
She called them her slaves but they were there by choice, not by punishment or beyond their will. Yes, She played with them but never abused them.
Mistress Diana had hand picked the most well-endowed men she could find. They were measured by length and girth and the size of their testicles. Their diet consisted of the best foods to keep them healthy and virile.
The mansion consisted of several floors including a huge basement which the foundation was built on stone. It resembled something from the mediaeval period down there. Mistress Diana payed very close attention detailing this area of the mansion for her games.
There were barred cells lining the wall on one side with only a cot and a portable commode for its unlucky occupant. The cells were rather cold and damp with only the minimum amount of heat in the harsh Northwest winters.
Mistress Diana had cuffs mounted on the walls and special harnesses and pulleys for suspending victims from the ceiling. She had anything conceivably imaginable put in that basement just for her pleasure.
Of coarse, she called it her dungeon.
Mistress Diana had what she called her penthouse on the top floor which was lavishly furnished with fine antiques and toys and what you might call props.
The black servants quarters were located on the floor below her penthouse and they too were lavishly decorated. The main floor of the mansion resembled a typical large palace. There were a ballroom and huge dinning room and a library where Mistress Diana enjoyed reading.
Her favorite novels were about slaves and bondage and she became very knowledgeable with anything that dealt with that subject.
Two of the servants had just returned in the panel truck which was parked in the underground garage. They had driven to the only private airport within one hundred miles to pick up a very special load of cargo that Mistress had purchased back east.
Mistress Diana was summoned by one of her servants that the precious cargo had been unpacked and placed in its new home. She was anxious to find out what they had brought her and if they followed her specifications.
She used the specially hidden elevator to travel to her dungeon. The two servants were waiting to show her the new arrival and walked toward the room where the cells were located. Mistress Diana walked along the empty cells until she was standing in the second to last, cell.
She peered between the bars starring at a sleeping man.
"Why isn't he awake?"
"Mistress. We had to sedate him upon his arrival. He wouldn't allow us to touch her."
Mistress Diana smiled and walked toward the cell on the end. She peered between the heavy bars and saw the blonde woman seated on the cot inside. She appeared very frightened as she starred back at Mistress Diana.
"Please. Don't hurt us. We'll give you anything you want, just let us go."
Mistress Diana turned and starred at the black servant and motioned for him to unlock the door. The blonde woman stood with fear in her eyes as the tall blonde woman wearing the black corset stepped into the cell with her.
"What is your name?"
"Patty."
"Tell me how old are you?"
"Twenty-seven."
"Your husband's name?" "Mark."
"Tell me. How long have you been married?"
