Chapter One
There were many reasons why John should love that sound, but he still dreaded it. Even after three months, he still shivered with dread every time the door to Mistress Dianna's room creaked open. He never knew what mood his Mistress would be in. He liked when She was horny or playful, but after his third day here when She'd had an argument with her boyfriend, he trembled at her approach. John listened as the footstep approached the closet in which he was bound, captive and slave to Mistress' every whim. He steadied himself, knowing what was coming. The door flew open, Mistress Dianna standing in front of his eyes. He looked at the floor.
"It's time for you to come out of the closet!" she laughed, grabbing a fist full of hair and dragging him into the room. She leant down and undid the handcuffs behind his back. "Is that better?" she asked mockingly.
"Yes Mistress" said John. In fact, it really was better, he hadn't been let out of those cuffs for about 3 days now and they were really starting to hurt.
John heard Mistress Dianna walk into the closet behind him. "Crawl to the bathroom, slave!" she ordered, "Wait for me once you get there!"
"Yes Mistress" said John. He leant forward onto his recently free hands and winced as he put pressure on them. The circulation was returning and every touch on his palm was like a hot iron pressing against his skin. Slowly, he made his way to the bathroom and got into position. He put his head on the floor beside the toilet and put his ass in the air, ready for inspection. If the butt-plug had moved he'd be in trouble.
Mistress Dianna came in about five minutes later and sat on the edge of the tub behind him. "I'm glad that it hasn't moved," she said calmly, nudging the plug with her spiked heel, "but I'm a little disappointed that I won't get to whip you for playing with it this time."
Each night, when Mistress Dianna put john away in the closet, she would dip the plug in deep heat before sliding it into her slave's tender ass. Each night, until now, John had been unable to resist the urge to move the plug to ease the sensation, but last night he had held his discipline and put up with the torture.
Mistress Dianna got up and walked to the door. "Do your business, slave" she cackled as she left the room. She never got tired of making him pose in the morning, after ten hours of being sat still in her closet, her slave was always desperate to relive his bowel and bladder, the little delay was great fun for her. John quckly got up and sat on the toilet. He removed the butt-plug and quickly emptied into the bowl. He flushed the toilet and got into the freezing shower, he was only allowed hot water once a week as a reward. He got out of the shower and resumed his position on the bathroom floor.
"I'm glad you're finished, slave. I need a piss." Mistress Dianna had been stood behind the door the whole time, enjoying the suffering of her slave. John turned onto his back and opened his mouth wide as Mistress Dianna stepped over him. He grimaced when he saw how bloody her pussy was, she must have just come on. "Drink it all down then clean me up!" she said as she pressed he cunt against his waiting mouth. John drank the tangy fluid as fast as he could to keep up with the steady stream coming from his Mistress. As Mistress Dianna squeezed off the last drops into her slave's mouth, John was already sliding his tongue into his Mistress' hole, licking Her pussy clean. He could taste the blood, but he knew better than to stop.
"Very good, slave" said Mistress Dianna, standing up so her slave could breathe a little. She wiped her pussy with some tissue and saw no trace of her period, "I think you might get away without any lashes today. Now get downstairs and fix my breakfast."
John wiped his face with some tissue and headed on downstairs to prepare breakfast...
Chapter two
John always thought about the same things while he prepared breakfast for his Mistress. He always wondered how he ended up in this position. It's not that he hated being here, he loved serving his Mistress when She was feeling good, but when She had a bad day, John knew about it.
He cracked some eggs into a pan and started to scramble them.
He thought about his life before this one, working a dead-end job for a company that didn't care less. Going home at night to a family he barely recognised and spending every evening jacking off at his computer. He was happier now, even while he suffered.
He put some toast under the grill.
He'd met Mistress Dianna in a chat room, she'd suggested meeting up to play. He booked a week off work and told his wife he was going to a conference. That night he was standing at the door of this spacious house a mile from the nearest town. After ringing the doorbell, a beautiful woman came to the door, Mistress Dianna. She ushered him into a warm living room. There was another guy sat on the couch and there was some awful reality show on the TV.
John put the toast on a plate and buttered it. He slid the eggs from the pan onto the toast and put the plate on the table with a knife and fork. He carefully placed a dish over the plate to keep the food warm then knelt down beneath the table.
She'd introduced the guy on the couch as her boyfriend then ordered John to strip. He'd done as instructed without hesitation despite his concerns about Mistress Dianna's boyfriend being present. "Your first job," Mistress Dianna had said, "is to keep me happy." Mistress Dianna had walked around her new toy and inspected him, before pushing him to his knees. She'd moved right in front of her toy's face. "Your second job," she'd said with a chuckle, "is to keep my boyfriend happy." With that, she'd stepped away to reveal her boyfriend standing naked in the middle of the room.
John shuffled back as his Mistress put a bowl of food under her chair and sat down. He leant forward and started taking bites of dog food straight from the bowl as his Mistress rested her feet on his back.
"Did you understand what I said, you stupid little shit?" she'd snarled at her toy, "You have to please him too. Crawl over to his feet and then suck his cock!" This wasn't what John had signed up for, but he didn't want to call it quits for the week already. He'd crawled over to the guy, he was about 5'11 and well built, imposing compared to John's flab. John had then signed his fate.
John licked the last of the dogfood from the bowl and waited patiently for his Mistress to finish. After a moment, he watched as Mistress Dianna scooped her crusts into the dog bowl. There was a big green bogey on one of the pieces, a little "present" for her slave. John got straight into devouring the leftovers.
John had crossed the last line in his morals. He was sucking cock for someone else's pleasure. He gagged at the thought. It was a big mistake, Mistress Dianna had seen him and had quietly walked up behind him, "You want to gag?" she'd snarled, "Then fucking gag!" with that, she'd slammed her toy's head forward onto her boyfriend's nine inch cock and held it there. John had fought for breath, bravely, but started to gag heavily. He'd started to try to fight his way out, but Mistress Dianne was to strong. He'd felt the cum shoot into his throat and had felt the cock getting softer in his mouth.
That was all he remembered of that night. He'd passed out and had woken up bound spread eagle on his Mistress' bed.
Chapter three
After breakfast, John made his way back upstairs and drew his Mistress a bath. He then knelt down at the side of the bath and waited. Most of his life was waiting for his Mistress. It frustrated him and his Mistress knew it. After a few minutes, Mistress Dianna came into the bathroom. She was wearing just a towel and a pair of heels. John swiftly undid each shoe then slipped them from his Mistress' feet. He then sat up and Mistress Dianna draped the towel over his head.
John knelt there while his Mistress bathed, knowing better than to move. Mistress Dianna was done in a few minutes and as she stepped out of the bath, she swept the towel from her slave's head and patted herself dry. She didn't allow her slave to do this, he enjoyed it too much. "Shoes!" she barked at her slave. John crawled quickly from the room, back to the closet. He selected the shoes from today's pigeon hole and, holding the straps in his mouth, crawled back to the bathroom where Mistress Dianna was waiting. He gently slid the stilettos onto his Mistress' feet, fastening them gently before applying a kiss to each of his Mistress' toes.
"Well done, slave," Mistress Dianna said with a smile, "you've been so good this morning, I think I'll let you do the chores today without shackles. You will still wear the shock collar, but you can walk properly today." With that, Mistress Dianna left the bathroom to get dressed and left her slave to clean up after her. Normally, John would wear steel shackles around his legs with a chain only a foot long to stop him running away. He also wore a shock collar that was as powerful as a tazer and kicked in if he left the house or garden. All of these would be padlocked in place and the key would be taken to work by Mistress Dianna, along with a remote control for the collar, just in case she got bored.
But today, there would be no shackles, so John could clean in record time. After straightening up the bathroom, John crawled to his Mistress' bedroom and knelt at the door. Mistress Dianna was already dressed and was just finishing her make-up. She only wore a little, she was naturally beautiful, but she liked to add just a subtle touch. Since her boyfriend had left a few weeks ago, she'd taken more time with the makeup, making that extra effort.
Mistress Dianne opened the drawer of her dresser and took out the shock-collar and padlock. She walked over to her slave and tenderly placed the collar around his neck. She pulled it tight and locked it in place. John could feel the electrodes digging into his neck, but he tried to ignore the pain. "I'll be home early tonight, slave," said Mistress Dianna, "make sure dinner is ready when I get home. To make sure, I'll shock you three times to give you enough warning." With that, she marched down the hall, down the stairs and out the door.
John listened for the car starting, and was pleased to hear his Mistress drive away. It was nine thirty. He immediately got to work tidying the house. There wasn't much to do and he was done before eleven. He walked back to the closet and curled up for some well earned sleep.
John's sleep was interrupted by the doorbell, which rather cruelly sent a signal to the shock collar. John quickly ran downstairs, pausing only to look at the clock on the dresser, it was one o'clock. When he reached the door, John got on his knees and took a breath. He always hated opening the door. The postman was used to the sight of him, knelt on the floor, hands behind his back with his legs chained and nothing more than a collar on his neck, his small cock hanging limply in the cold breeze. Still, John disliked this task and begrudgingly opened the door. Mistress Dianna stood in the doorway, a man stood next to her. "Slave, meet my new boyfriend."
