dalamar
04-27-2005, 10:42 PM
Serving Her - Part I
Fssssst! The sound was now as familiar to me as the sound of my stuttered breath. A short tight hiss released at timed intervals signified the only other sound that was recognizable. Soon the other valves would release and the cocoon would slowly ease open. How long had it been since last I glimpsed the light of day? The goggles made things so dull that it was hardly possible to tell whether light was present at all. But last time I was out of my cocoon it felt like daytime, or was it just the sensitivity of my eyes to even the ambient light of a darkened room. Fsssst! The last valve hissed open and the slow creak of rubber and latex revealed the opening of my cocoon. Pain hit me like a jolt of ice and electricity as the blood began coursing through my body once again. Suddenly, I was aware of the tight corsetry and bonds that held me immobile in my living tomb. The sensations were an eclectic cocktail of pleasure and pain ebbing through my core as my body slowly expanded from the oppressive shape of my slave pod. The expansion stops short as the tight rubber corset covering the better part of my body is filled with expanding flesh, but even the few millimeters of new found space feel like an ocean of freedom. My breathing lightens and I gradually become more and more aware of the devices that violate every inch of my being. How long had I been stored away? I feel dread for the horrors that await me, yet elation at being summoned once again. When all you know is the confinement of a latex prison and the darkness of a slave storage pod, the merest morsel of attention from your goddesses is a wealth beyond measure. When had they transcended into immortality? I heard the faintest rhythmic tap of footsteps, heels upon a stone floor growing ever louder with Her approach. "27, are you alive?" Her tone was apathetic, as though checking the expiration date upon a cheap can of food. I groaned as loud as the gag in my mouth would allow to indicate that I was still here. "Good. We have a special treat for you!" Her tone was like an aria, it had been so long since I had heard a voice I only wanted her to continue. "Feed quickly slave, your mistress is waiting." I heard the click as the locks on my body suit released and then the heady rush as my arms fell limp to my sides. I collapsed forward to my knees as the restraints around my hips were removed and flinched in jolts of pain as I became once again aware of the ground beneath me. I could hear the sound of several people around me and the rest of my restraints, including the tight latex suit that covered my body, were removed as quickly as I could register. As the mask was lifted from my head I saw a pair of perfectly shined boots that extended from exquisitely shaped heels up along my goddesses legs ending high on her hips to be greeted by the continuance of her tight leather pants. Although my height placed me above her waist even on my knees, I dared not extend my eyes any higher that the top of her boots but could already detect the hint of her tight rubber corset extending just below her waist and immediately identified Mistress Jana by the crest emblazened there in tight red stitching.
Mistress Jana was known for having served in the palace guard longer than any of the other ladies in Her service. It was not for lack of ability that she had never been promoted into the higher ranks but because she truly enjoyed performing her duties as Head Guardess. As the highest ranking lady in the service of Her prison guard, Jana relished in her cruel treatment of Her many slaves that were stored here. While many of the slaves went unneeded for weeks at a time, they still required both feeding and biological cycling twice daily. This was the purpose of the storage prison that I called home. Jana took pleasure in the torments that passed for training that she required her slaves to perform in order to keep "in shape". This allows us to be in peak physical condition when we are summoned to service.
As reality took hold again I registered the word "Lick!" and realized that this was not the first time that goddess Jana had voiced her command. I looked up only just in time to see the toe of her boot smash into my face. As hastily as I recovered from the blow I extended my tongue towards the shiny surface of her boot and began feverishly licking from the base of her heel up around the perfectly rounded backs of her ankles and down to the front of her toes. As she viewed my progress from above, a wry smile crossed Jana's bright red lips. "I'll show him", she thought. "You'll regret the day you failed me...Slave!", her words rained down like broken glass upon me. I could only imagine what this cruel goddess had in store. I had not been out of my pod for 5 minutes and already I was receiving my first punishment. I suddenly felt a tight posture collar snap around my neck, and while the rest of my body was enjoying it's newfound freedom I could now barely move my head from side to side. I felt a tug on the leash attached to my new collar and quickly scuttered after my mistress who was already heading for the door. As she stepped outside I could already hear the squelch of her boots in the fresh mud. It must have been raining again, I thought, and as I poked my head out of the door I was acutely aware of the cool temparature on my now naked body. I crawled out after my mistress making every effort to avoid the puddles of mud as we marched across the training field. As I looked up again I gasped in fear as I saw our destination. This was a favorite of Madame Jana's and although I had seen many slaves being tortured here I had never been brought to this place as the subject of her torment. In her ever increasing search for the ultimate training tool, Madame Jana had happened upon the discovery that slaves who have been restrained for long periods of time desire both food and attention more than any other commodity. So why not combine both desires with the infinite pleasure of pain and create the perfect tool. As I was forced backwards onto the wooden platform I felt my heart sink into the ground. This small wooden deck was the sole source of fear for so many slaves before me and I was quivering at the thought of what was to come. As I lowered to the ground, I felt Madame Jana reach downwards and grab my balls in her vice like grip. The two wooden boards beneath me were separated and she lowered me until both my penis and tender testicles were in the "cock stocks" as she and her fellow guardesses liked to call them. The neatly cut holes housed my cock and balls beneath the platform as the wooden panels slid back into place to complete the confinement of the stocks. The click of the padlock that held them in place was like a clarion call of anguish for what was to come. I now realized that a small crowd was gathering as several of the other guardesses had noticed Jana was up to her old tricks again. "I wonder what he did?" I heard one of them say. "Probably didn't save up enough saliva to clean her boots", I heard another reply, "some slaves are so inconsiderate!"
"Look at me!!" As I stared up into Jana's eyes, I saw an oddly crooked smile form across her typically ice cold face. "Let's see how badly you want your food, shall we?" I watched as see dropped several scraps of bread to the muddy earth below and began grinding them beneath her boots. "I want you to show me just how much you want this slave! I had better feel your tongue through my boots or you'll spend a year in purgatory!" Not wanting to incur her wrath any further, I hastily lurched forward with my tongue extended only to be stopped short as my scrotum caught tight on the stocks that held me in place. Jana was positioned perfectly, only millimeters out of reach. As I strained to get closer I heard a voice from behind taunting me. "Come on slave! You can do better than that. Here let me help you." Instantly my ass was on fire as the first of the blows from her riding switch landed upon my tender skin. Having been confined for so long I was already tender, but combined with the icy temperatures outside every blow felt like a thousand needles piercing to my very core. I lurched forward again and managed to contact my tongue with the girtty sole of Jana's boot. As I felt the taste of stale bread mixed with the dirt and grime from her boots slide down my throat I was aware again of the pain between my legs. I was straining just to keep upright and yet I knew that I could not stop eating my "breakfast" or things would get much worse. This trio of torment caused by the pain of the blows raining down on my back, the taste of Jana's boot dirt in my mouth and the torment of the stocks beneath me continued for almost half an hour before the boot soles in front me glistened clean and I collapsed into the earth, soothed by the ice cold of the ground against my face. My short rest was interrupted by a few final blows on my ass and the cruel grinding heel of my mistress as Jana smashed her boot into my face and began twisting from side to side. "Well slave. Now that you have enjoyed a nice relaxing breakfast, it is time for you to begin your duties in the palace. Follow me!" I crawled behind my mistress on all fours and as I cautiously ventured a glance upwards I caught sight of her perfect ass marching away from me, perfectly accented by the tight confines of her leather pants and I rememberd why I had worked so long to be here. I secretly smiled in anticipation of the day that awaited me.
-D
Fssssst! The sound was now as familiar to me as the sound of my stuttered breath. A short tight hiss released at timed intervals signified the only other sound that was recognizable. Soon the other valves would release and the cocoon would slowly ease open. How long had it been since last I glimpsed the light of day? The goggles made things so dull that it was hardly possible to tell whether light was present at all. But last time I was out of my cocoon it felt like daytime, or was it just the sensitivity of my eyes to even the ambient light of a darkened room. Fsssst! The last valve hissed open and the slow creak of rubber and latex revealed the opening of my cocoon. Pain hit me like a jolt of ice and electricity as the blood began coursing through my body once again. Suddenly, I was aware of the tight corsetry and bonds that held me immobile in my living tomb. The sensations were an eclectic cocktail of pleasure and pain ebbing through my core as my body slowly expanded from the oppressive shape of my slave pod. The expansion stops short as the tight rubber corset covering the better part of my body is filled with expanding flesh, but even the few millimeters of new found space feel like an ocean of freedom. My breathing lightens and I gradually become more and more aware of the devices that violate every inch of my being. How long had I been stored away? I feel dread for the horrors that await me, yet elation at being summoned once again. When all you know is the confinement of a latex prison and the darkness of a slave storage pod, the merest morsel of attention from your goddesses is a wealth beyond measure. When had they transcended into immortality? I heard the faintest rhythmic tap of footsteps, heels upon a stone floor growing ever louder with Her approach. "27, are you alive?" Her tone was apathetic, as though checking the expiration date upon a cheap can of food. I groaned as loud as the gag in my mouth would allow to indicate that I was still here. "Good. We have a special treat for you!" Her tone was like an aria, it had been so long since I had heard a voice I only wanted her to continue. "Feed quickly slave, your mistress is waiting." I heard the click as the locks on my body suit released and then the heady rush as my arms fell limp to my sides. I collapsed forward to my knees as the restraints around my hips were removed and flinched in jolts of pain as I became once again aware of the ground beneath me. I could hear the sound of several people around me and the rest of my restraints, including the tight latex suit that covered my body, were removed as quickly as I could register. As the mask was lifted from my head I saw a pair of perfectly shined boots that extended from exquisitely shaped heels up along my goddesses legs ending high on her hips to be greeted by the continuance of her tight leather pants. Although my height placed me above her waist even on my knees, I dared not extend my eyes any higher that the top of her boots but could already detect the hint of her tight rubber corset extending just below her waist and immediately identified Mistress Jana by the crest emblazened there in tight red stitching.
Mistress Jana was known for having served in the palace guard longer than any of the other ladies in Her service. It was not for lack of ability that she had never been promoted into the higher ranks but because she truly enjoyed performing her duties as Head Guardess. As the highest ranking lady in the service of Her prison guard, Jana relished in her cruel treatment of Her many slaves that were stored here. While many of the slaves went unneeded for weeks at a time, they still required both feeding and biological cycling twice daily. This was the purpose of the storage prison that I called home. Jana took pleasure in the torments that passed for training that she required her slaves to perform in order to keep "in shape". This allows us to be in peak physical condition when we are summoned to service.
As reality took hold again I registered the word "Lick!" and realized that this was not the first time that goddess Jana had voiced her command. I looked up only just in time to see the toe of her boot smash into my face. As hastily as I recovered from the blow I extended my tongue towards the shiny surface of her boot and began feverishly licking from the base of her heel up around the perfectly rounded backs of her ankles and down to the front of her toes. As she viewed my progress from above, a wry smile crossed Jana's bright red lips. "I'll show him", she thought. "You'll regret the day you failed me...Slave!", her words rained down like broken glass upon me. I could only imagine what this cruel goddess had in store. I had not been out of my pod for 5 minutes and already I was receiving my first punishment. I suddenly felt a tight posture collar snap around my neck, and while the rest of my body was enjoying it's newfound freedom I could now barely move my head from side to side. I felt a tug on the leash attached to my new collar and quickly scuttered after my mistress who was already heading for the door. As she stepped outside I could already hear the squelch of her boots in the fresh mud. It must have been raining again, I thought, and as I poked my head out of the door I was acutely aware of the cool temparature on my now naked body. I crawled out after my mistress making every effort to avoid the puddles of mud as we marched across the training field. As I looked up again I gasped in fear as I saw our destination. This was a favorite of Madame Jana's and although I had seen many slaves being tortured here I had never been brought to this place as the subject of her torment. In her ever increasing search for the ultimate training tool, Madame Jana had happened upon the discovery that slaves who have been restrained for long periods of time desire both food and attention more than any other commodity. So why not combine both desires with the infinite pleasure of pain and create the perfect tool. As I was forced backwards onto the wooden platform I felt my heart sink into the ground. This small wooden deck was the sole source of fear for so many slaves before me and I was quivering at the thought of what was to come. As I lowered to the ground, I felt Madame Jana reach downwards and grab my balls in her vice like grip. The two wooden boards beneath me were separated and she lowered me until both my penis and tender testicles were in the "cock stocks" as she and her fellow guardesses liked to call them. The neatly cut holes housed my cock and balls beneath the platform as the wooden panels slid back into place to complete the confinement of the stocks. The click of the padlock that held them in place was like a clarion call of anguish for what was to come. I now realized that a small crowd was gathering as several of the other guardesses had noticed Jana was up to her old tricks again. "I wonder what he did?" I heard one of them say. "Probably didn't save up enough saliva to clean her boots", I heard another reply, "some slaves are so inconsiderate!"
"Look at me!!" As I stared up into Jana's eyes, I saw an oddly crooked smile form across her typically ice cold face. "Let's see how badly you want your food, shall we?" I watched as see dropped several scraps of bread to the muddy earth below and began grinding them beneath her boots. "I want you to show me just how much you want this slave! I had better feel your tongue through my boots or you'll spend a year in purgatory!" Not wanting to incur her wrath any further, I hastily lurched forward with my tongue extended only to be stopped short as my scrotum caught tight on the stocks that held me in place. Jana was positioned perfectly, only millimeters out of reach. As I strained to get closer I heard a voice from behind taunting me. "Come on slave! You can do better than that. Here let me help you." Instantly my ass was on fire as the first of the blows from her riding switch landed upon my tender skin. Having been confined for so long I was already tender, but combined with the icy temperatures outside every blow felt like a thousand needles piercing to my very core. I lurched forward again and managed to contact my tongue with the girtty sole of Jana's boot. As I felt the taste of stale bread mixed with the dirt and grime from her boots slide down my throat I was aware again of the pain between my legs. I was straining just to keep upright and yet I knew that I could not stop eating my "breakfast" or things would get much worse. This trio of torment caused by the pain of the blows raining down on my back, the taste of Jana's boot dirt in my mouth and the torment of the stocks beneath me continued for almost half an hour before the boot soles in front me glistened clean and I collapsed into the earth, soothed by the ice cold of the ground against my face. My short rest was interrupted by a few final blows on my ass and the cruel grinding heel of my mistress as Jana smashed her boot into my face and began twisting from side to side. "Well slave. Now that you have enjoyed a nice relaxing breakfast, it is time for you to begin your duties in the palace. Follow me!" I crawled behind my mistress on all fours and as I cautiously ventured a glance upwards I caught sight of her perfect ass marching away from me, perfectly accented by the tight confines of her leather pants and I rememberd why I had worked so long to be here. I secretly smiled in anticipation of the day that awaited me.
-D