This is the 3rd part of a 12 part story of a Lady and her stable of slaves
3. Man Maid To Serve.
Deanna made her way down the stairs to the first floor. The second floor of her small manor house consisted of six rooms, her master bedroom with its large bath and powder room and large walk in closet, an office and computer room where she did her writing and other work, an exercise room and small gym where she regularly worked out, with another adjoining bath and shower, a never yet used guest room, a stand alone bath room, and finally quarters for Edward so he could be close by should his Lady have any personal needs that required him at night. The other slave quarters consisted of a number of rooms at the back of the house on the first floor, and a loft above the garage.
The larger main floor was comprised of a sitting room, a separate living room, a state of the art multimedia room, a formal dining room where the Lady always took her meals, and a large eat-in kitchen where the meals were prepared, and the slaves were fed, and a number of rooms used as slave quarters in the back near the laundry room.
Deanna walked through to a door leading to the basement. Not waiting for Edward, still two steps behind, to rush forward to open it for her as she would most other times, she opened it herself and continued down the stairs there to the large well lit room below. It was not a particularly well stocked dungeon, that not being one of her own specific interests, but it did have several implements and equipment that certainly indicated its use as a lifestyle oriented playroom. At the bottom of the steps Michael, who had been sitting in a chair several strides further on, jumped up and bowed.
"My Lady." he greeted.
"Is he well?" she inquired in reply.
"Yes, My Lady."
Deanna turned her attention to the figure facing her in the middle of the room. Thomas had been the third slave she had acquired, about a year after Michael, and a year and a half after she had purchased and moved into the manor. Extremely well muscled and athletically built he was in his early thirties. The determination to seek a third slave had been born from the fact that while Edward was responsible for all of the household duties, there was a continuous amount of outdoor labor that needed to be kept up. Given his age and his full slate of other chores, and that Michael was almost always away during the day managing her professional career, she had had to hire a landscaping company to come several times a week to maintain the upkeep of her outside property. She was never pleased with this arrangement, not least because of the inherent loss of privacy and the possible exposure of her lifestyle, which was especially concerning given her recently acquired celebrity. After a number of long discussions with Edward about this she directed him to investigate the possibility of recruiting another slave to care for the grounds.
This proved to be much easier that she would have thought. With her permission, Edward had actively continued his blog. While meticulously masking all identities and location, he had broadly outlined in it the course that his life in submission, now slavery, had taken. As might have been anticipated this greatly increased the interest and popularity of his blog. So when he put out an inquiry about his Lady's need for a live-in slave groundskeeper he received a brisk response.
Most of these he could sense and see were from fantasy seekers who would have no strong or lasting commitment to the role. A few however attracted his attention, and with his Lady's consent he arranged for individual meetings and initial interviews with three of them in another city. The first one not show up, and he found the second to be clearly unsuitable for a number of reasons. But the third one, Thomas, appeared very promising. He had owned his own landscaping company which in the faltering economy had financially failed. He was getting by at that point by hiring out for a wide variety of handyman jobs. He had no firm ties to employment, locality, and no nearby relatives. Even more important, Edward perceived the inner seriousness that Thomas was investing in trying to gain the position. He was intrigued enough that he recommended to his Lady that she meet with him as well, which she did soon after in a hotel room in the same city, using her own special interview techniques and requirements. She also was impressed with him, and agreed to take him on a trial basis. This worked out so well that it wasn't long before Lady D had a full time landscaper and handyman, and her third personal slave.
Beyond their overarching primary desire to serve and please her, each of the slaves had their own particular specific kink that she not only enjoyed exploring with them, but even more importantly, she exploited as a means to bind them even more closely to her. With Edward, of course, it was to be her service slave, responsible for all her daily necessities. For Michael it was his deep need for humiliation, although somewhat paradoxically he needed it to be administered from someone he truly believed cared for him. For Thomas it simply turned out to be a desire for bondage ... extreme bondage.
Deanna regarded the man facing her from the center of the room. Except for a leather hood covering his entire head, with openings only for his nose and mouth, Thomas was entirely naked. His arms were stretched out above him, bound at the wrists with leather restraints and two cables connected from them to a pulley and winch. He was pulled up so that only the balls of his feet and toes were touching the ground. Hanging fully in this position his heels could come no closer that an inch above the floor. Also connected to the ceiling were two steel wires that were tautly attached to his breasts by rubber tipped nipple clamps. Down below a cord was tightly wrapped around his testicles and tied firmly to a ring on the floor. When he hung down freely his arms would be stretched to their limit and his breasts and nipples would be pulled painfully upward. To relieve this stress on his arms and breasts he could push himself up further on his toes, but that would also stretch his bound scrotum further downward. When his aching calves, toes, and balls could take no more he would ease himself down, once again putting the strain on his arms and tits.
Lady D had personally placed him in this apparatus the prior evening, just before she had retired to her bedroom for her more pleasurable activities. Thomas had spent his entire night alternating with his own actions the agony above with the agony below. Concerned with his safety whenever he was so bound, Deanna always insisted that he be constantly attended during those times, and Edward arranged for one of the other three slaves to always be there with him, to release him should he utter his safe word, or if they felt he was ever in any danger or trouble. Lady D imaginatively constrained him in similar types of confinement roughly twice a month and this night Michael had been assigned the second shift of guardianship.
Deanna watched as he struggled to remain up on his toes, his genitals stretched painfully below. After less than a minute he sagged down, his arms hung to their limit and his breasts pulled and puckered upward. Earlier in his ordeal this night Thomas had been able to last four to five minutes in either position, but as the night wore on the intervals became less and less until he could barely last a minute in each. Lady D was not a sadist. She did not enjoy inflicting or even observing pain for pain's sake. But she was more than willing to explore it, at least to an extent, with those in her world whose psyches required it. There were limits though beyond which she believed none of them should ever go.
She finally approached him and first removed the clamps from his breasts. This produced its own sting of torment as blood rushed back into his tortured nipples. She then relaxed the pulley enough that he could now bear his weight fully on his feet. After untying the cord around his ball sac she straightened up and unbound his wrists, his arms falling leadenly to his sides as she then unzippered and removed the leather hood from his head. Thoroughly spent, a sheen of sweat covering his entire body and his hair plastered to his scalp, he almost instantly fell to the ground on all fours before her.
"Thank you, My Lady." he hoarsely uttered out.
Deanna was never sure in these circumstances whether he was thanking her for releasing him, or for placing him in the bondage in the first place. Most likely some of both she usually concluded.
"Go and get some sleep Thomas." she said. "You are relieved of any outdoor chores today. But rest well because tonight I will require your service as a chauffeur driving me into the city for an outing."
"Yes, My Lady. As you wish, My Lady."
Without another word Deanna turned and retraced her steps up and out of the basement. It was time for breakfast.
