Disclaimer:  This story is written as an intense fantasy only. 
          It is not meant to be taken as fact.  Ms.C. and Miss Patty do not
          condone unsafe, nonconsensual or insane practices.  Keep in mind
          that this is only a fantasy, custom written upon request.
          
                          *)(*)(*)(* Broken *)(*)(*)(*
          
                         by Miss Patty (patty the pooch)
          
                                     *)(*
          
          It was a quiet evening as we sat talking among ourselves.  It was
          one of Ms.C.'s Domina get togethers, the slaves were busy with
          their chores and we were discussing training techniques and
          hopeless slaves.
          
          "Well, I have a male that no one could hope to make a slave!" 
          Mistress Natalie exclaimed.  "He came to Me first for training
          sessions, then wanted to become My personal.  But he is hopeless! 
          I simply don't have the time or motivation it would take to turn
          him into a respectable servant."  She tapped her long red nails
          along the side of her leather boot, catching My eye.
          
          I laughed, "Ms.C. and I can train any male into becoming a good
          slave.  It just takes the right techniques applied at the right
          time and intensity."  The other ladies laughed.
          
          "I don't know," Mistress Natalie continued, "I am not talking
          force here, I want him willing and able!"
          
          "Yes, of course," I answered, "he must consent to whatever it
          takes if he hopes to be trained, tho.  I mean limits and safety
          are all well and good, but when it comes down to real servitude
          sometimes limits must be exceeded for their own good."
          
          Mistress Clara joined in, "A lot of that consensual talk is just
          a lotta hype anyway.  Do you really think anyone lives by it, or
          isn't it just a way to hide wolves in sheep's clothing?  To lure
          in the unsuspecting?"
          
          "Sometimes that may be the case, but Ms.C. and I do not take on
          any trainees against their will.  But Mistress Natalie I know we
          could train your miscreant and have him eating out of your hand
          in less than a week....  a week end, that's all it would take!" 
          I bragged.
          
          Wild laughter echoed around the room.  A startled slave who had
          just entered and knelt beside Mistress Monet shyly peeked around
          the room before sinking his head to the floor in the classic kow
          tow position of the respectful slave.  Mistress Monet gave him a
          shove with Her high heel.
          
          "Out of here, slave, can't you see that the Mistresses are
          talking....."
          
          "Yes, Mistress, but...." the slave mumbled.
          
          "Now!  Or do I have to count to ten?  1..... 2....."  the slave
          scurried out of the room fearing Mistress Monet's wrath.  We all
          had another good laugh.  I was glad I was attending the party as
          Miss Patty and not pooch, no telling what kind of trouble I would
          get into.
          
          "Anyway.... how about a bet Mistress Natalie?  Interested?"  I
          asked.
          
          "A bet?  Well, maybe....  make it good!" Mistress Natalie smiled
          one eyebrow raised at Me skeptically.
          
          "OK... I bet that Ms.C. and I can break your mustang slave in a
          week end...." I started.
          
          "And what will you bet?"  Mistress Natalie was looking interested
          now as Her fingers danced across Her stockingtops and Her gaze
          fell to the highly polished tip of Her black leather boot.
          
          "Well, if we can do it.....  $1000!"  I was brave.
          
          "And if you fail?"  Mistress Natalie asked.  "What then?"
          
          "We will pay you...." I tried.
          
          "No!  If you fail, you will agree to be My total slave for a
          period of one week, if Ms.C. agrees.  I know your limits and your
          capabilities, girl."  She stressed the word girl and suddenly I
          didn't feel like Miss Patty at all.
          
          "Ah, sounds good!  Put Me in for a thousand!"  Mistress Clara
          exclaimed.  "Me too!" chimed in Mistresses Monet, Blair and
          Varga.  The Dominas looked very excited and a couple even licked
          their lips.
          
          "I see My Domina sisters like the bet.  That's $5000 Miss Patty
          if you can deliver.  If you can't........"  Mistress Natalie
          laughed in wicked delight.
          
          "We don't do charity cases.  The slave will have to pay the usual
          $500 for room, board and training for a week end intensive.  That
          is non-refundable regardless of the training outcome.  I will
          finalize this with Ms.C. and we can set it up."  I ignored Her
          leer and became strict business.
          
          "I can almost see you in My dungeon now, girl! By the way, the
          slave's name is shitface.  When he answers to anything, it's
          shitface.  Interesting little story on how I happened to name him
          that, but not now."  Mistress Natalie gleamed with anticipation,
          She was positive I could not deliver.
          
          I laughed good natured, but a shiver crawled up My back as I
          recalled the one time I had visited Mistress Natalie's Dungeon. 
          Her slaves were treated as no-class citizens in Her world of
          absolute Female Domination.
          
          Already My mind was working on just what I would do to shitface. 
          I had to win, the consequences of failure were just to grave to
          even consider.
          
                                  *)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*
          
          The day had arrived and all was prepared for shitface's arrival. 
          Mistress Natalie had forwarded a copy of his Contract of
          Servitude and a detailed letter of informed consent which he had
          signed.  It seemed the slave wanted to be broken, but another
          part of him resisted.  A check for his room and board, and
          tuition for the week end was made out to Ms.C.
          
          Among the papers was a copy of his latest physical which listed
          his health concerns which were few.  I noted that he was a
          reformed smoker.  Last, was a packet of legal forms of
          identification; his driver's license and such.  These were to be
          held in the locked file until his departure on Sunday night.
          
          Mistress Natalie was in high form as She delivered Her charge. 
          She was dressed in a long leather dress and boots that laced up
          Her legs.  Her long nails were polished blood red, matching Her
          full lips.  Her gleaming black hair was pulled back severely from
          Her face and hidden by a wide hat.  She removed Her sunglasses as
          She entered the room.
          
          "There he is, girl, all yours for the week end!"  She tossed the
          leash at Me as She breezed by Me and continued in to visit Ms.C. 
          I appraised the male slave.  he looked mild enough, altho a bit
          on the sulky side.  his hands were cuffed behind his back in
          thick brown hospital-type restraints.  We had sent them over the
          day before along with a matching waist belt, which was most
          likely under the gray sweat shirt and sweat pants he wore.
          
          "C'mon, shitface, I'll show you to your quarters,"  I yanked on
          the leash and headed toward the cellar steps.  The slave didn't
          budge.  I unsnapped the small whip known as Fang attached to My
          waist.  Fang is two very thin braided tails on a braided handle. 
          It looks innocent enough, but can cut through the most stubborn
          flesh with the flick of a wrist.
          
          "Move!"  I lashed his back with a medium intensity stroke, not
          too hard, just enough to get his attention.  Fang is capable of
          delivering though clothes.  Two....  three...  four....  five
          lashes and he was stumbling after Me.
          
          I led the slave to a small corner of the cellar where an iron
          ring was set in the floor.  I locked his cuffs to the ring, then
          pulled out My long thin dagger and cut his clothes from his body. 
          I stopped once to immobilize his swinging legs and attach his
          waist belt to a ceiling chain.  I checked My keyring to make sure
          I had the proper keys, then clicked the locks shut.
          
          "you are here to learn submission!"  I lashed his bare back with
          the thin whip.  Bright angry red weals appeared across his back.
          "This is a get-to-know-me whipping!" I snarled as I whipped his
          back, buttocks, thighs and belly as he flipped back and forth to
          avoid the lash.
          
          A well placed lash caught him in his balls and he howled unable
          to get away from Me.  I laughed, "That is nothing, I am just
          saying hello.  Wait till the real fun starts!" I picked up the
          scraps that had been his clothing, threw them in a grill and set
          them on fire.
          
          "you won't be needing these clothes!" I turned back to the slave
          and concentrated on his back for another fifteen minutes or so. 
          he had ceased to struggle and was beginning to sob.  A few of the
          weals had broken and thin trails of blood trickled down his back. 
          I stopped the lashing and picked up a bottle of rubbing alcohol.
          
          "Oh, poor slave, I wouldn't want you to get hurt!  Here, let Me
          help those wounds..."  I talked in a sweet voice as I dabbed the
          alcohol across his back with cottonballs.  "I'll be back later to
          give you the rules.  Don't go away!"  Then I turned on My heel
          and left him there.
          
          I thought I heard him laugh as I climbed the stairs.  I knew I
          could see his dark eyes flashing in ....contempt?  ....challenge?
          Shaking My head, I wondered what I had got Myself into this time.
          
          Mistress Natalie was still talking to Ms.C.  Ms.C. was dressed in
          Her long sea green caftan and black velvet slippers. They seemed
          to be enjoying themselves.  Ms.C. turned to Me.  "How is our
          'guest'?  I hope he enjoyed his reception!"
          
          "Yes, Mistress, he is doing just fine.  I think I was able to
          give him an idea of how his visit will be,"  I chuckled.  I
          glanced at Mistress Natalie who returned My gaze and made Me feel
          like She was staring past My eyes into My soul. "he will be easy,
          Mistress, no problem."  I shot a smug look at Mistress Natalie.
          
          "OK, then.  Make sure you read him the house rules and test him
          on them later.  Also, I want you to put him on round the clock
          orientation.  Take the repeater tape down there and make sure he
          can hear it at all times, 24 hours a day.  I want him sleep
          deprived, light deprived, sensory deprived, food deprived and
          bathroom deprived as much as possible.  slave casey will hose him
          down once a day with cold water for a bath.  I have his written
          statements that he has agreed to this treatment, he thinks it
          won't work.  A real contest of wills."  Ms.C. concluded grimly.
          
          "I have tried deprivations before with him," Mistress Natalie
          commented. "he remains steadfast and stubborn."
          
          "The deprivations will only be a portion of the treatment, they
          are in addition to everything else we have planned for him.  he
          will be fed scraps once a day and happy to get them!" I
          explained.  "Tonight he will sleep as he is now on the cold
          cellar floor, naked, no food, no water, no toilet.  I will have
          the hypnotherapy repeater going near him all night.  The real
          training will start in the morning."
          
          Ms.C. turned to Me, "you will be Miss Patty for the duration of
          the week end.  slave casey will take over your household duties. 
          Monday morning you will resume your service to Me, or be taken to
          Mistress Natalie's house if shitface is not what you have
          promised.  After that, you will answer to Me for your failure."
          
          I bowed My head and murmured, "Yes Mistress."
          
                                *)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*
          
          I awoke the next morning feeling enthused and full of energy.  I
          dressed in a black patent leather catsuit and wore a matching
          studded mask.  I pulled on My strappy black heels and long
          leather gloves.  When I was ready, I rang the bell next to My
          bed.  slave casey entered the room and kneeled at My feet.
          
          "Good morning, slave.  How did our 'guest' enjoy his night?"  I
          asked as I held My feet out to casey to kiss.  he straightened
          and answered, still on his knees.
          
          "he was awake all night Miss Patty, the tape repeating most
          assuredly was all he could hear.  he was not fed as per Ms.C.'s
          orders.  he is pouty and sulking, but has not struggled against
          the restraints."
          
          "Those restraints could hold an elephant," I pointed out, "After
          all, they were designed to be used in mental asylums and you know
          how strong a berserking psychotic can get!  shitface is not a
          stupid slave, he knows it is hopeless to struggle." I sighed. "he
          has an interesting day before him!"
          
          I stood.  "slave, get Me the strap, I need a warm up!"  slave
          casey quickly obeyed and presented Me with the new razor strop I
          had received from one of My slaves.  "Position."
          
          casey bent over and wrapped his arms around his legs stretching
          the skin across his buttocks tightly.  This position makes the
          pain much more intense.  casey had learned it well and before the
          week end was over, so would shitface.
          
          I delivered a fast fifty stinging strokes to casey's upturned
          ass.  Twice he lost balance and had to re-position himself,
          several times he cried out involuntarily from the force of My
          blows.  But he took it as he had been trained.  It was a hotly,
          intense, but brief scene; perfect for the warm up I needed to get
          Me going.
          
          I threw the strap down and grabbed casey by the hair forcing his
          face up between My ass cheeks.  "Worship Me, slave, show Me your
          gratitude."  I felt casey's hot breath on the thong piece of My
          catsuit and felt his tongue snake under the leather.  A few
          moments, then I pushed him away.  "Enough!  More of that later,
          if you behave.  you have chores to do, My chores, you are
          dismissed.  Get out of here!"  casey scurried through the door.
          
          I strode downstairs to the cellar.  Stopping to fasten the short
          green garden hose to the cold water faucet, I turned it on and
          adjusted the force of the spray.  I wanted it ice cold and hard,
          the slave would be rendered breathless.  I walked over to
          shitface and directed the stream on him.
          
          "Wake up!"  I shouted, although he was not sleeping.  shitface
          sputtered and gasped at the force of the cold water berating him.
          "Time to learn the rules!"  I directed the strong stream of water
          at his crotch watching his already minuscule penis shrink away to
          nothing in an attempt to escape the cascade.
          
          "Rule number one....  you are a slave here, nothing more!"
          
          I hosed his face and laughed as frantically tried to avoid the
          water, then I directed the water all over his body until he was
          shivering from the icy torrent.
          
          "Rule number two....  you will be silent, at all times!"
          
          I through the gurgling hose down and grabbed shitface by the hair
          as I swung My other hand high in the air and delivered a bone
          crushing slap across his face.  My hand print in bright red
          quickly spring up across his cheek.  The hose continued pouring
          out cold water, which puddled around shitface.
          
          "Rule number three....  you will be allowed no sexual relief!"
          
          Laughing, I grabbed his tiny cock and twisted.  "And I can see
          you have nothing at all to work with on that score!"
          
          "Rule number four....  I am in total control of your existence!"
          
          "Rule number five....  you have absolutely no rights!"
          
          I kicked him in the ass to emphasize My words.  The slave only
          grunted, barely acknowledging My existence.  Well, that would
          change, he would know all too well what I am capable of.  I
          turned off the water and reached for the pulley that activated
          the ceiling chain attached to his waist restraint.  I gave it
          several turns until his midsection was in the air, hands and feet
          still fettered to the floor.  One at a time, I released and re
          attached his wrists and ankles until he was spread eagle face up,
          waist suspended.
          
          "Perfect!"  I wheeled over the small case that held nipple and
          ball torment devices of all types.  shitface hung slightly below
          My waist level so I climbed onto his pelvis, sitting as I reached
          for a pair of silver clamps.  I attached these to his nipples,
          then still sitting astride him, I turned to his balls.  I
          attached two dozen stiff wooden clothespins to his balls, making
          sure they were nice and tight.  Then I sat fully on him, using
          the weight of My body as an instrument of crush torture.
          
          Feeling the urge to fart, I got down from his body and walked
          around to where his head hung between his outstretched arms. 
          Backing up to shitface, I grabbed his head by the ears and pulled
          him up into My ass.  Then I let out a long stream of gas right
          into his nose and mouth.  The slave coughed and struggled as I
          laughed at him.  I stepped away and looked at his face, it had
          turned a deep crimson.  But something else was bothering
          shitface.
          
          "Uh... I hafta....  well, I mean..."  shitface stumbled over the
          words.
          
          "Rule number two, slave!  Silence!"  I slapped his face.  I knew
          what it was, tho.  he had to pee.  Well, I wasn't going to let
          him loose for that, besides he was on deprivations and that meant
          no bathroom privileges.
          
          "Don't even try it!  you are going nowhere for the next two days. 
          If you have to pee, do it, all over yourself!"  I laughed as he
          struggled in vain briefly.  I turned the hose on once more, this
          time in a slow, warm stream, similar to urine and directed it
          down through his thighs.  I attached the hose to his waist
          restraint with a clamp and decided to go upstairs for a breather.
          
          I returned to the cellar an hour later.  A large puddle had
          gathered beneath shitface, but as far as I could tell, it was
          simply water from the hose.  he was making a contest of it, it
          seemed.  I would win this round, I was sure.  I turned off the
          hose and removed the clamps.  As I sat astride his body I took
          off each clothespin slowly, twisting it to add to the pain.  I
          was almost finished when shitface could take no more.  A stream
          of urine gushed from his cock.  I barely got out of the way in
          time.
          
          "My, my, what have we here?  A slave with no control!!"  I
          applied My whip heavily to his chest, belly and between his
          tender thighs.  "you pig, you filthy pig!  you almost wet Me with
          your filthy piss!"  I screamed as I lashed him harder and harder. 
          "you are so concerned with your piss?  Are you thirsty?  Maybe I
          should make you drink your own, you pig!!"
          
          I threw the whip down on a nearby chair and opened one of the
          drawers on the cart.  I retrieved a texas catheter, white medical
          tape and long rubber tubing.  From another drawer I took out a
          special ball gag, one with a hole through the ball just the size
          of the rubber tubing.  I attached the texas catheter, which
          consists of a condom attached to a short tubing connector.  Then
          I attached the tubing to the catheter and through the ball gag on
          the other end.
          
          I straddled shitface's head and clamped him securely between My
          strong thighs as I inserted the gag into his mouth and buckled it
          tightly around his head.  I reinforced all the connections with
          the medical tape and secured it so that it would stay in place no
          matter what kind of struggle the slave put up.
          
          "There!  Now if you have to piss, go right ahead, it will go
          right into your waiting mouth where you will be obliged to
          swallow every drop!"  I stepped back and admired My work.  As I
          contemplated My next torments I heard the clock of heels coming
          down the cellar steps.  I turned to see Ms.C. dressed in a long
          black sheer gown and black high heels.  I smiled in welcome.
          
          Ms.C. surveyed the scene, then turned to Me.  "How's it going? 
          Is he learning anything?  Oh, I like the recycling you have set
          up on him, what a marvelous idea!"
          
          I beamed beneath Her praise, "Yes, Mistress, I thought you
          might."
          
          "I just came down becuase I was in the mood for a little work
          out.  I see you have already taken care of the front of him.  Did
          you save any tender flesh for Me?"  She walked around the slave
          appraising him in detail.
          
          "Yes, Mistress, his back is fairly free from marks.  Shall I
          reposition him for You?"  I started toward shitface's wrist.
          
          "No!  I will do it Myself.  Sit in the chair and observe."  One
          by one Ms.C. released the slave's wrist's and reattached them to
          another ceiling chain.  his ankles were left locked to the floor
          ring.  "I have some cramped muscles in My arm so some intense
          work will work them all out.  This slave will do fine, casey is
          busy and you are Miss Patty."  She shot Me a stern look.
          
          She finished by cranking shitface until his arms were stretched
          tightly above his head and he was just barely supporting the
          weight of his body on the tips of his toes.  The waist belt added
          support or surely the slave would have toppled over.  he was an
          odd site with the tubing attached to his mouth.
          
          Ms.C. selected one of Her thin rattan canes to begin.  Slowly and
          purposefully She circled the hanging slave, stalking him and
          taking in every detail of his helpless form.  The slave appeared
          to be staring at Her heavy breasts beneath the flimsy pegnoir,
          but Ms.C. ignored it.  Her tongue flicked across Her painted lips
          as She prepared Her assault.
          
          Ms.C. swung the cane back behind Her in a steady arc and then
          delivered a tremendous punishing blow across the upper thighs of
          the slave.  his body shivered, but no sound betrayed him as he
          awaited the next stroke.  It was a contest between them, Mistress
          striking harder and harder as shitface firmly stood his ground. 
          But I could tell he was slipping.  More than once I heard a
          muffled cry beneath the red rubber ball filling his mouth.
          
          Each time the cane whistled through the air I could almost feel
          the intensity of it Myself.  I winced, and Ms.C. caught it and
          chuckled.  "Don't worry, when this is over, you too will get some
          badly needed attention.  We will see exactly what on Monday
          morning won't we?!"  She continue caning the slave with regular
          forceful strokes.  his back was criss-crossed, an artistic
          pattern Ms.C. enjoys creating in slave flesh.
          
          The slave was stubborn, but not as stubborn as Ms.C.  After
          twenty minutes or so of slow, steady caning, I saw a tear course
          down shitface's cheek.  Then another.  In another five minutes he
          was crying openly.  Ms.C. had achieved causing this stubborn
          slave to cry.  Where would it lead?  Would he finally be good
          training material?  Or would it only strengthen his resolve to
          fight us?
          
          "I think this slave needs some water, get the hose."  I hurried
          to bring the hose to Ms.C.  She unattached the texas catheter and
          attached the hose to the tubing.  She turned on the cold water
          and allowed it to flow through the gag into the slave's mouth. 
          Not long, but long enough to fill his belly since he was forced
          to swallow.  She then removed the hose and reattached the texas
          catheter.  When he next lost control of his piss he would be
          forced to drink it.
          
          Ms.C. next chose a long, thin buggy whip.  She whipped the slave
          for another half hour making him dance around in his chains and
          purposefully flicking him on the belly with the snapper of the
          whip.  This would cause him to jiggle his belly and bladder
          increasing the urge to urinate.  I giggled at the distressed look
          on his face.
          
          "Well, I am completely invigorated now!"  Ms.C. smiled as She
          replaced the buggy whip.  he seems to be coming along fine.  I am
          sure you will succeed in breaking his will completely.  After
          all, it's what he really wants."  She walked around the slave and
          felt the many welts with Her long fingernails.  shitface
          shivered.  "Let's go upstairs and have some lunch, this slave
          needs to meditate."
          
          "Shall I re-position him on the floor, Mistress?"
          
          "No, let's let him get some good stretching excercise.  I want
          him awake.  Put the repeater tape back on and let's go."  She
          turned and walked back yp the steps.  I did as She had suggested
          and quickly followed behind.  Soon we were sitting down to a
          delicious feast casey had prepared for us.  I smiled as he knelt
          in one corner awaiting our wishes.
          
          When dinner was finished, there were a few scraps.  I made a
          mental note to tell casey later to take them down to shitface for
          his feeding.  Maybe I would add a little spice, something moist
          to help him swallow.  I returned to the cellar a couple hours
          later to appraise My 'guest'.  he was as we had left him, but
          slumped in the chains, shoulders sagging, a general air of
          hopelessness clung to him.
          
          I examined the slave's face closely and found a bit of moisture
          had escaped the corner of his mouth.  Smelling it I confirmed
          that it was piss, the slave had actually drank his own piss!  I
          am sure he tried to hold out and even when the piss coursed
          through the tubing from his captive cock, he tried not to
          swallow.  But swallowing is a natural function and sooner or
          later his body betrayed him.
          
          I walked over to the implement rack and removed a studded thick
          rubber strap.  I then proceeded to strap shitface's ass until
          pink went to red and red turned to purple.  The bruises were
          patterned after the studs in the strap.  With each blow the
          slave's body shook in reaction.  Again, the tears began to flow
          from his eyes.  I knew he was in a very important space, a cross
          roads, it was here I would either break him or fail.
          
          shitface's torments had now gone on all day Saturday and soon I
          would be wanting to rest.  So I decided to make My last ordeal of
          the evening a good one.  Then when I was finished with him, I
          would allow casey to feed him and hose him down for his bath.
          
          I added more bondage to shitface's ordeal.  I wrapped and cinched
          rope around his arms, upper arms, legs, adding as much as I
          desired to give him a well bound experience.  I checked his
          circulation and found it fine in all areas, despite the extreme
          tightness of the bonds.  I cranked him a notch higher or the tips
          of his toes, he was almost swinging free of the floor now.
          
          I began slapping him in the balls, across his face, against the
          side of his chest.  I walked around him varying the strength of
          each slap and the location.  This continued until both of My
          palms were stinging and throbbing and I was forced to quit.  The
          slave received a thorough slapping.  I picked up a stiff leather
          paddle and began paddling him hard across the ass, hard and fast. 
          So fast, he couldn't recover from each stroke and they blended
          into one long torturous burning of his ass.
          
          Then it was over.  I replaced the paddle and began removing all
          the rope I had added.  I jiggled and pinched, tormenting him in
          endless little ways as I removed everything but the secure
          hospital restraints.  I softened and removed as well the piss
          tube from his mouth, leaving the gag firmly in place.  Besides,
          casey would remove it to feed him.
          
          When I last saw him, shitface was huddled down on the cold, wet
          floor, seemingly subdued.  his once flashing eyes were dull and
          seemed bereft of emotion.  I shook off any guilty feelings I was
          having, after all it was My ass or his.
          
                                *)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*
          
          "Miss Patty, oh Miss Patty!"  casey was frantically running into
          the study where I sat relaxing reading some internet material on
          the computer.  casey looked like he had seen a ghost and several
          times looked over his shoulder as if being chased by demons.
          
          "Oh Miss Patty, we are in deep trouble!  Ms.C. will kill us!" he
          was trembling violently as he fell at My feet and grabbed Me
          around the ankles sobbing wholeheartedly.  I pushed him away and
          peered down into his frightened face.
          
          "What is it slave?  Ms.C. will not kill us, She might punish us,
          but don't exaggerate!  What ever is the matter?"  I had no
          inkling of what was to come.
          
          "It's the 'guest'... the slave.... he's gone!" casey sobbed.
          
          "Gone?" I asked. "Did Mistress Natalie pick him up?"
          
          "No, no, Miss patty...." casey was wringing his hands. "he's
          gone, he escaped....  got away!"
          
          "What?!?!  How the hell did that happen???" casey shrunk away
          from Me.  I grabbed his face and pulled him to My snarling mouth.
          "It was you, wasn't it?  Holy shit!  What have you done to us??" 
          I slapped casey across the face.
          
          "I didn't mean to, Miss Patty," casey squealed. "It was when I
          was feeding him.  I felt sorry for him...."
          
          "You what?!?!?" I screamed. "Felt sorry for him???  you better
          feel sorry for you own ass!!  you have had it, worse, so have I!! 
          I am going to recommend that you be sold to Mistress Natalie for
          this, slave!"  I slapped him again.  "Get the hell out of this
          house and look for that slave, he can't go far, he's naked!"
          
          I threw on black stretch pants and a top and followed casey out
          the front door.  It didn't take long, the slave was huddled
          behind some bushes in the yard, his leash still locked to him and
          the ankle restraints still firmly in place.  While casey
          distracted him, I jumped from behind and clasped his wrist in a
          metal German wrist cuff meant for just this purpose.
          
          The two of us dragged him back into the house just as Ms.C. was
          coming out to see what all the commotion was about.  She grabbed
          his leash and the tree of us soon had him firmly reinstalled in
          the cellar.  I glared at casey as Ms.C. looked at the two of us.
          
          "Who is responsible for this?"  She demanded.
          
          "I am..." casey whispered meekly.  he knelt with his head to the
          floor.
          
          "Patty, attach casey down at the other end of the cellar.  he
          will be spending the night and all day tomorrow until after our
          'guest' leaves.  Then he will be corrected.  you will join him." 
          Ms.C. turned on Her heel and returned upstairs.
          
          "Wonderful!  Now look what you two have done!"  I put casey in
          chains and turned to shitface.  "Obviously, you are not grateful
          to be here!"  I began whipping him with the Fang as I bawled him
          out for a good hour.  his entire body was covered with welts by
          the time I was through with him.  "Tomorrow you will see how we
          deal with runaways!"
          
          I turned the volume high on the hypnotherapy cassette, sneered at
          casey who shriveled back into the shadows and climbed the steps.
          
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          Sunday morning arrived and no casey.  "Oh yes, I thought to
          Myself, he's down in the cellar."  I dressed in a long silk robe
          and satin slippers, went to the kitchen and made some toast and
          coffee for Ms.C. and Myself.  She was silent, probably still
          angry over the escape attempt.  I finished My breakfast and went
          to see the slaves.
          
          I ignored casey as I began readying shitface for his punishment. 
          "In this home, slave, when you attempt to escape, or go anywhere
          without permission, there is a penalty."  I pulled over the
          wooden leg stock and locked shitface's ankles in securely.  The
          soles of his feet were exposed and vulnerable to what I planned.
          
          "slave casey over there can tell you the penalty.  he was once
          much like you, but he is all meek and mild now.  Extreme
          measures, to be sure, but look how well he serves.  It was only
          his tender heart that got him in trouble."  I locked shitface's
          hands into a small wooden wrist stock that was then attached to
          the ceiling chain.  The slave was laying on his back, wrists
          imprisoned above his crotch, neck attached to the iron ring and
          feet in the foot stock.  As a final touch, I attached a wooden
          cock and ball vise and twisted it on tightly.  I noticed casey
          wince.
          
          "Pay attention slave casey, all that I am doing now, I will do to
          you later, before Ms.C. exacts punishment."  I shot him an if
          looks-could-kill glare.  casey shrunk back even further against
          the cold cellar wall.  "Now, shitface, you will receive your
          punishment."  I turned and picked yp a thin white rod.  I
          brandished it high in the air, then brought it squarely down
          across the tender soles of shitface's feet.
          
          A thin, inhuman howl screeched through the air as the impact of
          My work filled shitface's world with incredible pain.  his body
          jerked involuntarily.  Again and again I struck his feet,
          unrelenting in My anger and zest to break this unruly slave once
          and for all.  Then I turned to his hands, I smiled grimly as the
          welts spread across his tender palms.
          
          When I had finished, shitface had gone from crying, sobbing and
          finally little mewling sounds like an injured animal might make. 
          casey shook violently any time My glance took him in.  shitface's
          face was tear stained and water still flowed from his eyes.  he
          had pissed himself again and was a mess.
          
          Finally satisfied, I threw the rod down and stomped upstairs. 
          Then I remembered something I had read in shitface's paperwork. 
          he was a reformed smoker.  An idea sprung to mind of a torment
          that I simply must subject him to.  I went to the kitchen and got
          one of the cigarettes Ms.C. keeps in the freezer for cigarette
          play.  Neither of us smoke so a pack lasts a long time.  I
          grabbed a lighter and returned to the cellar.
          
          Standing before the almost broken slave I removed My one garment,
          the long robe.  shitface stared at My huge breasts and furry
          pussy.  I could see his little cock struggling with the vise to
          become erect.  I laughed as I straddled him pressing My pussy
          into his stomach and My ass onto his bound hands and captured
          cock.  It twitched in response.
          
          I bent over and brushed My hard nipples lightly against his face,
          then lit the cigarette.  I inhaled then let out long streams of
          cigarette smoke into his face as I wiggled against him.  I could
          feel his hands trying to grab hold of My ass and I laughed at his
          struggles.  I filled My mouth once more with smoke, bent down and
          crushed My breasts into his chest as I positioned My lips next to
          his mouth, forced his mouth open with My tongue and breathed the
          smoke into him.
          
          I sat back and ground My ass into his hands and cock, giving him
          a wide open view of My pussy.  I inhaled again and he watched
          mesmerized as the smoke curled out of My mouth and languished
          above My head.  Then again, I breathed smoke into his mouth as My
          body pressed hotly against him.  I allowed My nipple into his
          mouth and he sucked like a starving baby.
          
          I reached behind Me and released the vise from his cock and
          balls.  his body bucked against Me as I removed Myself from him
          and put My robe back on.  I laughed at the stricken look on his
          face.  No more rebellion, he wanted Me and he wanted Me bad! 
          This is the way I like My slaves, sexually needy.  They are much
          more pleasing that way!
          
          But it wasn't over, I wasn't done with him yet.  Now that I had
          his sexual attention, I would anchor it to the behavior I wanted. 
          I picked up My thinnest braided whip and approached shitface's
          head.  his cock was still erect.
          
          "I want you to kiss My hand, slave."  I held My hand out to his
          mouth and he eagerly kissed.  "Very good.  Now lick My hand," the
          slave complied.  Then I stood in front of the slave's head and
          parted My robe.  I stuck a finger into My pussy, swirled it
          around and then held it in front of his eyes.  "Now I want you to
          suck Me, slave."  I placed the finger in his mouth and he sucked
          gustily.
          
          I backed up to him.  "Kiss My ass, slave."  he hesitated and I
          brought the whip down on him hard.  he yelped and obeyed.  This
          continued for the next hour, each hesitancy was met with firm and
          instant punishment.  Finally, the slave eagerly obeyed any
          command given and My work was done.
          
          I sighed as I left the cellar and went to Ms.C.  "It is done, the
          slave will now eat out of My hand or anywhere else,"  I reported. 
          "I will check on him once more later, to be sure, but I am fairly
          positive My work is finished."
          
          "And casey?"  Ms.C. asked.
          
          "What about casey, Mistress?  he is sleeping down there.  Other
          than that, not a peep out of him all day." 
          
          "Good!  It's time to call Mistress Natalie.  You may have the
          honor."  Ms.C. laughed as She handed Me the phone.  I dialed
          Mistress Natalie's number half hoping She wasn't home.  But the
          slave that answered assured Me that She was waiting for My call
          and quickly got Her on the phone.
          
          "Hello, girl, do you have any news for Me?"  Mistress Natalie's
          voice was as smooth as butter and held a hint of friendly
          sarcasm.
          
          "Yes, Mistress, My work is done.  I think You will be pleased
          with the results."  Mistress Natalie listened intently and then
          paused as if lost in thought.
          
          "Oh?  Work?  Oh, yes, shitface!  It is done then, and you have
          won the bet.  This time!"  Her laughter coursed through the
          phone.  "But I haven't given up, girl, I'll think of some other
          contest your Mistress will enjoy!  Sooner or later you will
          scream in My chains, girl! Ha! Ha!  I'll fetch the slave
          shortly."  Without waiting for My reply Mistress Natalie hung up.
          
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