Chapter 1: Whip of Fire
There had been a February windstorm the previous night and it had left a lot of debris and fallen leaves in its wake, scattered across the otherwise impeccable gardens so before she left for work early that morning, Ms Helen wrote her instructions to her young toy-boy and gave it to Sue.
He was to clean up the place.
The forecast was bright and dry but very cold and Sue already had laid out his clothes for the day. He had absolutely no options or choices about what he was allowed to wear any more.
Self-pity swept over him when he saw the humiliating little outfit and realized the many choices he had lost or given up. He half-wished he still had those options now in his life.
Not just the brief little outfits and uniforms he always now had to wear, but he also wanted to sometimes be able to choose when he could eat or drink, and what. Choose when he was to be put to bed or even allowed to use the toilet.
Often these days he did not want to spend the entire night suffering and squirming in bondage.
However, he really wished for two things above everything else.
First, that he did not have to always obey and submit to the other Mistresses and especially Ms Sarah, Helen's bi lover, who seemed increasingly these days to really enjoy making his entire life thoroughly miserable.
The other thing he always achingly wished for was merciful liberation from his KTB restrainer chastity device. Not just the temporary releases that only preceded cleaning or their relentlessly severe teasing and denial, only to have himself tormented by them to tearful agony before having it ruthlessly imprisoned by them again
Unfortunately there was no way that any of his wishes were likely to be granted.
The Ladies were not about to let up on him, quite the opposite in fact and as he started putting on his hated uniform he realized and remembered why he did all these things.
Putting aside his own deeply masochistic nature, he first obeyed and suffered because it made Helen happy that he should. He was her slave.
His desire and feelings did not matter compared to this single fact.
She owned him and she knew him better than he knew himself. She "completed" him and absent from her approval, or his ability to give her pleasure, he was worthless, a nothing. He trusted her and really knew that everything was after all, done for his own good. He loved her.
As he put on the uniform Sue who was watching him, took the notes from Helen and read it to him:
"My sweet little slave-boy, Today while I am at my office", it began, and he almost swooned in pleasure as he heard the first words from his Mistress. She was still referring him to "my...slave-boy" so she still wanted him, owned him.
It then listed the various jobs His Mistress wanted done around the yard.
"...also rake all the leaves from around the house today and cut the fallen trees into firewood..."
Trying to forget his own troubles but listening to Sue read to him, he started as quickly as he could putting on his gardening uniform. First the white socks and then pulling the light blue little panties up his very long legs, gingerly arranging his still painfully restrained cock within them. He continued listening as Sue continued to read.
"Make sure boy that the wood is properly stacked in the barn... I have asked both Sue and Sarah to inspect you regularly and supervise you in your chores so you had better be a good little slave-boy. You know that they have my permission and request to punish you very severely anytime today if or when they may feel that you need it."
The boy pulled on the grey sweat-shirt and the hated very tight and ultra short denim shorts. He realized again as he pulled them up just how exposed and naked in the cold his long thighs were. As he laced up his work-boots he heard Sue read
"Immediately after lunch you will change into schoolgirl kit #6. Then at 2pm you will report to Sarah for instruction. She 'has you' today for the 8 hours until 10pm when I get home... and then my leggy little slut, She and I will have some little surprises for you.
So you better be good and behave."
As Sue finished reading Helen's instructions, she looked up and saw the trembling teenager just finishing doing up his bootlaces.
She smiled as he stood up then to attention with his hands clasped on his head for inspection and she walked around him inspecting him, making sure his socks were not wrinkled and his shorts were perfectly aligned. Everything seemed ok to her this time and stopping beside him she just said "OK boy... I think you're ready" then she playfully slapped his saucy round buttocks and added.
"NOW GET TO WORK!"
"Yes ma'am" he answered as he ran out the door.
Later as he labored at each task, the boy had to keep one anxious eye on the path lest Sue, or, Sarah, might come out to inspect his work or even worse, to "play".
As he completed most chores though, he realized that he was being left alone.
Sue had left in her car and he had not seen Ms Sarah all day.
Maybe the day won't be so bad after all he thought.
Later, as he raked up leaves he noticed something shiny on the side of the flower bed,
half-hidden by the rose bushes. Glancing around to make sure he still wasn't being watched he quickly bent down and picked it up.
It was a ladies bracelet, apparently silver, with the name "SARAH" engraved on it.
Sarah's bracelet! The very one no doubt she had been storming all over the house looking for these last few days. The same bracelet no doubt, that she had said was so valuable to her, and she seemed so dreadfully upset about losing.
She must have had dropped it he thought when she had exited her car last week in such a hurry to run inside the house and answer the phone.
