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. *)(*)(*)(*)(*)(* 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. *)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*