[Non-Fiction] Family Inheritance [FEMDOM]

[Court]

Warning to readers
This story will contain characters at the youngest: 16, with references to them when younger (11)
The story is intended for those over the age of 18.

About my previous story
I've written a femdom story at GetDare before. It has very similar themes to this one; however it will be a completely different story. I stopped writing the story, unfinished for the reason that I had little available time to work on it, plus the fact that I wasn't really happy with the way it progressed.

However: I now do something I didn't do in the previous story in hope that I can provide a much better read. I will be planning out the story's chapters before writing them.

Setting
The story is set in 2020, in a small town in the UK. Due to political developments and increased, males have very few rights.

Prologue
"Femdom" - in 1997, a mere startup community of women in the south of England. Not just any women, though: these manipulative, strategic and intelligent women knew how they would eventually strip the male gender of all its rights and bring the world to to "how it should be" (their slogan). Their popularity and support rose over the years (even from men), and by 2006, 20% of the world's population supported (or claimed to support) the party.

Between this time and the 'big bang' in 2016, the "Femdom" party - with their constantly inclining support - only had to overcome a few obstacles: the many democratic politicians: adamant that this was something bad, the already content male populous, and in relation, the increasingly more common "mens rights" activist groups.

During this time, they had enough support to remove much of the opposition without any form of ethical suppression or sanction. They were summoned to prisons by unofficial forces worldwide. By 2015, 45% of the world population supported the movement, and this quickly strode to 90% (the 'big bang') in 2019 when Maria State, the chairwoman of the party, made a striking speech. The main section of the well thought out speech was captured and portrayed by the media everywhere in favor of the fast-moving motion set by the Femdom manifesto:

"I do not have a dream, for Martin Luther was a man. I - and I speak for the femdom party worldwide - have a demand. Males have always dominated females since the start of society, and have continued to even in this very century: it is wrong. But now, change will come: the past will be repeated on the flip side, we'll try it our way: now is the time for revolution, we will strike back against the tyrant that is the man - they will be at our feet, for the men have rolled sixes for too long and it is finally our turn!"

And so, in 2020, international law was revamped. There was no need for voting: the whole decision was already unanimous - power was not seized - there was no need for it to be: it was handed over graciously.

Every government worldwide gave up control to this central government that is now called Femdom - men no longer had rights. There was no room for revolt, nor opposition: men were disappearing to cells everywhere, secretly built alongside medical centers, training & discipline centers, courts and fulfillment centers by opposition detainees whom: were technically owned by the law even in the earlier days of the party. Very few men remained flavorless to the changes - and there was no way that they could change it.

We'll now journey back to 2015: Femdom, a quickly ripening fruit.

The small town of Daton in south-east England is home to a great split: lack of support for femdom from men, and unanimous support for femdom from women. It was home to a senior party representative, Sara Longham: A tall, brunette woman with busty breasts, a nice, firm ass and deep, green eyes.

Her daughter, Abi: At this time, only 11, however very much exposed to the trending lifestyle by her mother. She was intelligent, healthy, and knew how to have fun. At school, she had very definite boundaries: Teasing weaker, bullied boys; socializing with only female friends; steering clear of male friendships. She seemed even at such an early age to have her future in her.

One of these 'bullied boys' was Adam. Also 11, at the time nerdy and without standard nor etiquette. He was often targeted by members of his grade including Abi (although not so often); but he wasn't the lowest standard: he had some friends, and over the years became much more socially aware.

The middle of 2020 saw the sudden lack of men: they had turned themselves in to their nearest femdom logistics operation, and any opposition were simply removed to the prisons as before. The slave marketplace site listed every "new" and "used" man in the world, their value (this was used to boost the government wealth, as well as the fact that all men's possessions became the government's.) The initial men placed on the site would be reserved, and held for 3 days - more expensive offers could be made during this time by other interested buyers.

The whole process was well organized, and took only a year to have all males ready on the website to be opened.

It was the dawn of a new era.

It was beautiful.

It was happening.

[Court]

Chapter 1 will be out sometime this week! I'd like feedback first please!

[Court]

I was that enticed into the prospect of this story line that I couldn't help myself writing this chapter today. Please enjoy and provide feedback!

Chapter 1 - Ordering Adam

Abi lay satisfied, nude and free on her bed, rubbing her luscious pussy. She was 16: a small, petite, brunette girl with brilliant shape. She was the pinnacle of perfection.

Abi's father left when she was only two years old: the men in the area in which they lived majorly opposed any form of femdom in its rising. As Abi's mother was a senior politician for the Femdom party, arguments often came between the two of them and eventually he just disappeared.

She continued to rub for a moment, but stopped and sat on the side of her bed as she heard rushing footsteps on the stairs. The door flung open with great force.

"They're here Abi!" her mother Sara said excitedly, handing her a letter.

She, also nude, looked like Abi in most ways; however her face looked less child-like, and her breasts were much larger. She was about a foot taller.

Abi snatched the letter from her hand and dived for her laptop from under her bed. "Abi, you should be careful choosing your first slave, you know." said Sara.

"Mum, I know what I'm doing - can I please pick by myself?" Abi pleaded with her mother. She just looked back and smiled for a second or two before beginning "I'm so proud of you: you know so much about the way things are now - you will make a great Dom." "Thank you mum." said Abi, as her mother departed the room.

Abi, logging onto the computer with one hand, continued to rub her now dripping pussy. She glanced at the letter, typed out a web address, and logged in. It was obvious that she had experience multitasking between masturbation and using a keyboard.

Her look was determined as she shuffled herself onto the bed to use the laptop more easily. The website's "Slave Finder" section asked her a series of questions. It asked for area, her response was "Daton, England". It asked her for an age range, she entered "16-16". It asked her for an ideal build, she entered: "Medium". After skipping a bunch of options, she finally typed into the box titled 'Previous Alias/Birth Name' "Adam Stanley", and there appeared Adam at a value of £1,200 - which was quite a cheap value for a young slave. Without any hesitation at all, she pressed "Reserve".

With a sudden burst of excitement, she closed the lid of the laptop, turned her attention to a medium sized cage in the corner of her room and fingered herself furiously until she reached a moaning climax.

Her body shuddered with pleasure as she relaxed her head back onto her bed from looking at the cage, and a smile came over her.

[Court]

Couldn't resist writing another one either. I'm loving this!

Chapter 2 - Reacquainting

Three days later, and nobody had taken Adam from her in the reserve period. Today was the day he'd be delivered to his new mistress.

Sara is quite wealthy because of her senior position. When she had her estate built, she built several rooms adjacent to Abi's room which were hidden: an equipment room, fully stocked up; a play room (she didn't like the idea of a proper dungeon scene); and a small room for the slave.

Abi was laid on her bed in latex with bare feet, the door was open. Sara entered - also in latex but with decorative chains.
"Excited Abi?" she asked.
"Why wouldn't I be?" Abi returned playfully with a giggle.
"Well, you'll be even more excited to see this." Sara took out her phone from inbetween her breasts and launched an app. She typed for a moment, and all of a sudden, a flatscreen emerged from the ceiling displaying 4 cameras. Abi looked amazed. "Where are these rooms?" She asked. In response, Sara tapped another button and a door opened at the back of Abi's walk in wardrobe to reveal the stockroom filled with cuffs, ropes, gags, and all kinds of toys. She pressed another button, and the bookshelf swung open to reveal a room with all kinds of other toys and bondage facilities.

Finally, she pressed one more button, and a segment of wall rose to reveal a dark room. Sara tapped again, and a light came on to reveal a stuffy room with a low ceiling, small bed, sink and toilet.

"You can control all sorts of things from the app. It's called DomRoom, download it now and I'll set it up for you." Abi, still in awe, looked down and started to navigate through her phone. "You can turn the sink on and off in the slave's room, you can also lock and open the toilet. He has an intercom but it doesn't give you any notifications unless the app is open or the camera tv is on." Abi looked up at the TV, and extended her arm towards her mother with the open app; it was set up in a number of further taps. Abi had her own mission control.

"This is wonderful mum, how long has it been here?" she inquired excitedly.

"Since your room was built hun" Sara replied.

The doorbell suddenly rang. Sara rushed out of the room, and Abi didn't take long to follow.

She opened the door to find a woman holding a tablet PC. Abi observed the woman, who's name badge read "JANE", to see pepper spray, an electric prod, and some other things that she didn't recognize.

"Hello Miss Longhead," she started "I have both slave deliveries. I need you both to sign here." As both of the girls - excited as each other - signed on the tablet, the woman continued to explain "Please also ensure that your insurance documents are emailed within the next 3 days. I will get you the younger slave first."

Abi seemed nervous for a moment as the woman turned around to approach the delivery truck. She was in there for about two minutes, and when she emerged, she guided a small figure - completely nude - in a chastity device towards the door. He had a black cloth bag over his head.

"Here you are Miss Longhead," as she passed on the leash, "Enjoy your slave."

Abi thanked the woman, then guided the new arrival up her stairs as her mother received hers.

Upon entering her pink room, she tapped a button on her phone which opened the bookshelf. She entered with the collared slave and tapped it again. She slightly unzipped the top of her latex piece.

"Well hello again, Adam" she said teasingly as she slowly undid the bag on his head.

Adam had dark blond hair, green eyes and a short, stubby nose. He said nothing.

Abi, unimpressed, followed up "Well aren't you going to say hello to your goddess?"

Adam had been through the training process, in which he was taught basics, and trained how to make chastity belts for the duration he was waiting to be sold. This time, he answered Abi.

"Hello Abi" he said, obviously having forgotten his training.

A sudden look of disappointment came across Abi. She slapped him across the face, and looked down at his locked cock.

"Get on that bed, slut" she demanded, clearly unhappy with her new purchase already.

Abi left the room. Adam obeyed by getting on the bed - his facial expression from what had just happened was non existent.

5 minutes later, Abi returned and cuffed him to the bed. She had a key in her hand with a silver chain around it. In a sudden burst of energy, she jumped onto the bed and straddled him over his chest: she had aggression.

"You have already pissed me off. Let's set some ground rules, shall we?" Abi grabbed him by the hair and forced him forward. She spoke fast, "Rule 1, you don't talk without my permission. Rule 2, you don't touch yourself without my permission. Rule 3, you address me as mistress and mistress only. Rule 4, you will always ask for permission before cumming." She pulled him even harder "Do you understand that?"

"Y-yes mistress" Adam gulped out uncomfortably, she violently let go of his head but continued to straddle her. She dangled the key teasingly above his face. "This key locks your pathetic excuse of a cock away. I'll always have it around my neck." With intention, she placed it around her neck and wafted her long, wavy, brown hair to the side. She unzipped her latex all the way, revealing her entire, petite upper body. Adam's attention was immediately shifted to her breasts in which the key dangled central. "Look at my eyes, not my tits you horny little bitch!" she commanded. Adam struggled to obey, but he did.

Noticing the TV and queening chair at one side of the room, she immediately knew what she wanted to use her slave for first. She uncuffed Adam's hands from the bed, and cuffed them again at his back by forcing him to sit up. She then undid the rest of the restraints, and put him where he would be staying for the next few hours.

This is what Abi's latex would look like: http://www.dhresource.com/albu_31952...nyl-zentai.jpg

[garrasdevil]

This story is great, please continue to write more.

[Court]

Chapter 3

The 'play room' was actually quite bright: open plan with white painted walls, several sections, and lots of cupboards and fetish furniture (like ceiling hooks, cages, upright bondage beds and wooden horses.) The room was also pretty big, with the potential to dominate 3 slaves at once.

Once Abi had sat over Adam's face and instructed him to start pleasuring, it would be as if he didn't exist for the next few hours whilst Abi watched a range of femdom teleshopping programmes and porn, and he gave his undivided attention to her juicy pussy.

After countless orgasms, she got up from the seat, and looked down at what was now her property.

"I'm going to give you a taste of some of the things I will do if you don't please me" she said excitedly.

"Yes mistress." replied the slave.

She dived to the ground and forcefully threw her hand around his neck, effectively choking him. "Did I ask to hear your pathetic, unheard voice?" she murmered angrily. "Did I?" There was a pause of silence in the play room. She continued to stare for him for around 5 seconds. "That's what I thought." she concluded.

Adam could only stare up at the cieling in fear after the confrontation, as he heard his new mistress' heeled shoes walk away from him. Abi, for the first time, investigated some of the cupboards in her play room. She looked in awe at the various pieces of equipment that stood before her for a moment; but looked across another end of the room at some whip-like devices.

"I've decided." she said, walking over to the slave. "I've decided that I'm going to start off easy on you." Adam's facial expression did not change. He simply continued to stare at the ceiling of the room as she unlocked his cuffs and once again guided him by his leash, only this time to another stool. She sat down, and instructed him to get over her knee.

Without hesitation she smacked his buttocks with heavy contact. The slave yelped. "I don't think I asked for a sound. Stand up." she said, as she got up and walked back to the original cupboard. She returned with a ball gag, it was quite clear that she was keen to experiment with all sorts of technique on her first session.

She affixed the ball gag to her mouth, and slapped him on the cheek lightly a few times: "That's better, now back over my knee."

She continued to spank for some 20 times, some teasingly lighter than others, and some that released groans from behind the slave's ball gag.

"I'm finished with you for the moment. I'll show you to where you'll be staying for your eternal time in this house." She pulled the slave by its collar through her bedroom and through to the open section of wall that was the slave's room.

[Court]

So my rules thread requires that I add a 500 word chapter to the story each night.

Chapter 4

The Slave's room was quite small. It was painted white, with a remote controlled light. Shutters controlled whether the slave could sleep in a bed, or if they would have to use the cage in the corner. The room had a heater, but was cold; Abi could control the temperature of the room from the app.

It had a separate partition with a shower, sink and toilet; all remote controlled so although in the comfort of his own room, still very distant from being a comfort.

"I control everything in here, just like you." She said teasingly. It was clear now that both Abi and her slave were of pretty much equal height, as the boy previously known as Adam stood with his arms by his side, following Abi's command.

"Pick a number 1-5." said Abi. The slave thought for a moment, then said "3."
"Well that's how many bedtime spanks you're getting, only multiplied by 10. Bend over the bed, bitch." She demanded. The slave waddled onto the cold, tiled floor, obeyed, and dug his head into the bed sheet (there was no duvet.) Whilst waiting for the inevitable, to its surprise, it heard the footsteps of the short Abi leaving the room. The door closed, the light went out leaving the room in an abyss of darkness as he kneeled on the cold floor; but he dared not to move.

Around 5 minutes later, the light came back on, the door opened, but this time there were two voices laughing. He heard "I asked him, he said 3. You do 15 and I do 15?" What came next was what seemed to be agreement, and before the slave knew it, it felt a scorching lash on its ass: much worse than before. Without consideration, the slave lifted its self from the bed in pain, only to be restrained by the now fully nude Abi; not without struggle.

"Bitch, show some obedience to my daughter!" came an aggravated voice in the doorway. It was Sara, clutching a mammoth riding crop which was soon in contact with the slave's ass again. Abi sat on his neck as he struggled and moaned for the remaining strikes which left the slave's ass red and sore.

"Thanks Mum." said Abi. "Kiss my mother's pussy goodbye, slut!" she demanding, pulling vigorously on its hair. He gave it a quick peck under the restraint of Abi's right hand. "That's pathetic, show some real respect!" It wasn't long before the slave's face was deep inside Sara, and that's where it stayed, struggling for breath for the next minute or so.

"You're doing a great job Abi, keep it up." said Sara, as she left the room. "That was fun, wasn't it slave?" questioned Abi. There was silence. The slave, who was bent over the bed still, received a swift kick in the locked balls from the bare-footed Abi. "You're wasting my time, slut. Answer the fucking question." Through its pain, the slave managed to murmur "Y-y-yes, m-mistress. It was f-fun."

"Better. Get off the bed, sit on the floor while I explain some shit to you." she demanded. "There's a few places I can make you sleep in here, you'll usually be shackled or cuffed up. I can put things through a system that I want you to eat, drink or use." She briefly pointed to a square panel in the wall, close to the door. "The cage, bathroom and bed area have buttons. The red one is an emergency, for example if you need medical attention: if you ever abuse it you will be severely punished and subject to a lot of pain and humiliation. The green button is an intercom. It will be green when I'll be able to hear it, otherwise when you hold it you will leave a message. Again, it better be good since you don't necessarily have my permission to speak when it's not green. The last, orange one, is a permission button. If I feel like giving you permission to use the toilet, I'll press the button to release your cage door or bed shackles and I'll unlock the toilet when I'm ready. If I don't, you better hold, because you'll be cleaning up your own messes and being punished for your bad behavior. If I put you in a sleeping position without a permission button, you won't have much luck. Do you have a question, slut?" Adam looked around the room where he would 'spend eternity' for a moment, and, learning from his prior mistake, said "No, mistress. Thank you for the wonderful environment." Abi exchanged the message with a smile.

"Now. Your instructions for tonight are quite simply, use the toilet. I'll give you more instructions on the intercom. You'll need these," she said, locking one of his wrists in a cuff "don't lock the other one, I'll tell you what to do with it after."

Abi patted the slave on the head as she would with a dog, and left the room. The door slid shut behind her. The slave did as she asked by using the toilet. In the other room, Abi observed as her slave pissed, and finished.

"Put your head into the bowl, and handcuff yourself around the back of the toilet." The slave looked shocked, but hesitantly obeyed the command, for it was there purely for the amusement of her owner. As his head disappeared into the toilet bowl, Abi closed the strong, mechanical lid of the toilet slightly so that he couldn't just pull his head out of the bowl, and whispered "Night night..."

The light left the slave's room.

[issabella]

i love keep it going!!

[Court]

Chapter 5

"Aaaaaagh!" groaned the slave, as the sound of gushing water came from the toilet basin that enclosed his head. Abi stood at the door in a short crop-top, and super short denim shorts. She giggled at the slave, wriggling profusely to escape the water.

The water stopped, and the girl proceeded to unlock the handcuff key. She pulled out her phone, tapped, and the seat opened. "I want you to stay there. You have a new rule," she started, kicked him softly with her bare foot and continued "Understand?" "Yes mistress." came a muffled voice from inside the toilet bowl. "Thought so. When I enter the room, if you can, you will kneel and waddle over and kiss my feet until I tell you otherwise. I don't want you to do it now because you will stink of piss."

She grabbed the slave's collar, pulled his head out, and whilst still holding she observed his soaked face. Without saying anything, she pulled the chain of the slave to the shower and attached one of the links of the chain so there was about a foot of leeway between the slaves neck and the tiled wall. The slave was in an uncomfortable position, being dragged by its neck to the wall. "Sit, sit right there in the shower." The slave obeyed, and on the floor of the shower. His reaction clearly indicated that it was a cold surface.

Abi tapped her phone again, and a cabinet above the sink opened. She grabbed a toothbrush, and sat in front of the slave. Teasingly, she brought the bristled end close to her mouth and passed the end of her tongue from top to bottom a few times. She then placed her unused hand down her shorts, rubbed in pleasure for 20 seconds or so, and then pushed the brush down. She masturbated with it to orgasm for 5 minutes, then took out the brush and handed it to the slave. It was moist with her juices.

"Use it. I want those teeth sparkly clean! I'm going shopping for you." she said patronizingly, as if a mother talking to a child. As she left the room, the door swung shut. The slave simply put the toothbrush to the ground, oblivious to the fact that there were cameras watching it.

The slave looked around, and noticed the showerhead above him. There was no control dials for it, which he thought was odd, but he didn't seem to think or worry about what was about to happen.

[Officelover]

Keep it going, I really enjoy this story! C:

[Court]

Thanks for the feedback guys, really appreciate it.

Chapter 6

It was about an hour later when the slave jolted and writhed in the ice cold downpour that faced him. He could not escape the rapidly flowing shower that he'd been chained to, and it stayed on for a good few minutes before the door slid open and Abi emerged from her room.

"Heyy" Abi started. "I'm sorry for the surprise, but if the cameras serve me right, that toothbrush hasn't entered your mouth as I asked it to." Adam quivered in his ongoing coldness. "I'm, s-sorry A-Mistress..." he said shamefully.

"Well, get dried up, I've got some new stuff for you!" Abi said ominously, throwing him a towel and unchaining him. Whilst bent over dangerously close to her slave's face, she said "I want you to report to the play room when you're dry." Without waiting for acknowledgement, she left the tiny room.

Two minutes later, Abi was posing sideways on the bench in where the slave started it's time in her home, filing her nails. The slave entered, and stood at the doorway. Abi continued to file for some more moments, whilst staring out her property. "Well, you don't remember things very well, do you?" Confused for a moment, he immediately dropped to his knees and waddled over; but before he could reach the bench, Abi leaped from the bench and kicked him in the balls with sheer brutality. He jolted and dropped to his front whilst groaning heavily.

Abi perched herself back on the bench whilst smiling at the sight of her slave being in pain. "I'm sorry, did that hurt?" she said cruelly. He continued to roll there, but it was Abi who'd had enough and raised him to his feet. She said "Get back down there, and kiss them." Now with what appeared to be reluctance, the slave obeyed, knelled slowly, and began worshipping the feet of his godess. She felt his still damp hair for a moment, before yanking him back to his feet from it.

"The original collar isn't pretty enough. I bought you a new one, are you happy?" she said, pulling from her shopping bag a bright pink, leather collar with a locking buckle, sparkling gems and an engraved plate that read 'SRN: 290192301#112' and 'Property of Abi Longhead'. "It's beautiful, mistress." the slave replied, still displaying some form of pain. Abi removed his old collar by a key and locked the new one in place.

"Tell me, when was the last time you came when you were Adam?" she said dominantly. "I still am Adam!" he exclaimed. "Shut the fuck up and answer the question!" she snapped. "I last came like, the night before they took me to the cells." he responded. "That must have been like, 2 months ago?" she questioned. "Yes." responded the slave. "Awwwww, that's cute." she responded teasingly. "Well, I do want to be fucked right now" A half smile came across her face, and Adam tried to hide his.

Abi gently guided the slave by its hand to the comfortable, pink sheeted bed. She told him to sit on a stool that was placed at the end of the bed, facing where she lay down. Taking the key from round her neck, she placed it next to her as she slowly slid off her shorts and top, and was left only with her bra and panties. She licked one finger, smiled, took the chastity key from beside her and shoved it down the front of her panties, not forgetting the cheeky rub she added in as usual when she was down there, and left it there whilst she removed her bra and played with her tits for five or ten minutes. The slave was clearly aroused, as his cock pushed against the cage. She then slid down her panties, leaving the key sat on top of her pussy, and just lay there for a while. This was obviously such a tease for the locked boy sat watching her.

"Are you ready to fuck me?" she said, taking the key and holding it in the air. "That would be an honor, Mistress." replied the slave dutifully and respectfully, only just refraining from jumping on her, stealing the key and fucking her brains out.

"Well, stay there, close your eyes." she continued. The slave suspiciously shut his eyes as he heard a drawer open, and a rustling of objects. He didn't dare to peek as she approached him, but then felt something being wrapped around him like a belt for a moment. She reminded him to keep his eyes closed, walked back, posed in a doggy style position, and told him to open his eyes. Much to his horror, the belt was a strapon, and the key was still dangling from her neck. "Come and fuck me then, you bitch!" she giggled

[issabella]

keep it coming i like it

[Black Panther]

This is an amazing story! Please continue!

[Court]

Chapter 7

With the look of sheer disappointment at what should have been no surprise to him, the slave got onto the bed and took the dry strapon into her slowly. "Come on, I said fuck!" she taunted. He placed his hands on her and sped up his thrusting. "Don't insult me, I want to hear you groan!" she demanded through her pleasure. He complied, and grunted monotonously without authenticity.

It went on for about ten minutes, the fucking, in which the reality was exercise for the slave and utter pleasure for the righteous mistress; this was the way she wanted it.

She collapsed in orgasm before moving onto her back, holding her left leg high and commanding him to withdraw after another ten minutes of the fucking. She sat up, and crossed her legs at the slave who keeled in front of her. Placing her vicelike grip on the slave's actual balls, she began to suck the dildo magnificently, whilst the slave could only just watch. His actual cock was so close, yet the reality was so far.

Soon enough, she decided she was bored and jumped off and around the back of the bed, detaching the strapon. She added an attachment onto the dildo which she could insert herself, and rolled her eyes as it went in and was attached. "You better hope that I sucked this enough, slut. Bend over the bed." This task really revealed the brunt of the society change that had happened over the years. A small, 16 year old was now pegging another 16 year old non-consensually. In fact, she was the perfect height when he was bent over the bed.

He squinted and went red in pain from the rapidly pushing dildo, as she grabbed his hair and sped up. The faster she went, the more pleasure she took and the more pain he took. As the slave began to groan louder, Abi became ever more orgasmic and commanded him to "scream like a slutty girl!"

She was clearly lost in the moment, and nobody would blame her. She could go on for as long as she wanted, and the slave would have no input: it was there at her disposal.

This time, she took 20 minutes, periodically spitting on the dildo. As soon as she withdrew, both collapsed onto the bed panting. After a moment of contemplation, Abi shuffled to the top of the bed, spread her legs, and instructed the still red-faced slave to get to work with his mouth - and this was the way it stayed for some two hours: Abi's face was sensual throughout the time.

Abi, with one hand on her forehead, breathlessly reached for the drawer. Failing the first time, she eventually leaned over and pulled out a purple, cone shaped object with a flared end. Still being pleasured by the slave's mouth, she slapped him lightly on the cheek, and shoved the object in his mouth. "You'll regret it if you don't get this lubed up." she forewarned. This immediately foreshadowed where the purple device would end up next. She gave him no more than 10 seconds of having the object in her mouth before she crawled round, pushed his head sideways to the bed, and mercilessly jammed the object into his ass in one, firm push. He almost yelped with the shock.

As his buttocks clenched, retaining the object, she told him to stay on the bed in the exact same position. Abi walked to the other end of the room, and opened a closet with small bottles. She reached, took out a vial, and from another cupboard she took a glass. Turning on the tap on the work surface beneath the cupboards, she filled the glass with water, and dropped some of the stuff from the vial into it. For a moment whilst she was putting the vial away, she turned and caught sight of the slave's chastity belt. She took a sheet of tablets from a box, popped one out, crushed it, and stirred it into the glass.

Approaching the slave with the concoction, a smile came across Abi's innocent, young face.

[Court]

Chapter 8

"Drink up!" Abi said mysteriously, as if talking to a child. She held the glass to his mouth and tilted it. The slave gulped the glass until it was empty, and Abi led the slave into its room once more. This time, she placed it in its cage.

As she left, the lights went off, and he was once again in the dark: alone. Within the next 10 minutes, the slave was about to figure out the consequences of consuming Abi's drink.

His moans could not be hidden. The tease of the drug was unbearable, he had been given a form of viagra. His cock was like a balloon trying to inflate inside a small box. His discomfort was insurmountable, and there was no escape, no remedy - this would go on until it wore off at nobody's will.

Time wasn't recognizable in the room, there was no clock. Pure confusion was on the agenda of his next few ages inside, but that was the least of his worries: he had to pee. He pressed the orange button, which he couldn't see, but felt for as he remembered that it was the right-most one. After a few minutes, the lights came on, the toilet lid opened, and the voice came "You have two minutes to pee until I close the lid."

But the cage was closed, it was impossible: punishment was inevitable when he would reach that point of peeing on the grid surface of the cage. Two minutes had indeed passed, the lid closed, the lights went out: he was in the dark again without company, and the burning desire to pee.

After a while, he was quite obviously trying to hold something in - he was bottling up his ever-exploding bladder, but hope had served him this time as the light came on and his cage opened. As his mistress entered, the slave pressed the orange button again, crawled to his mistress and began worshiping her feet. This took his mind off the burden of his bladder temporarily.

"You need to pee AGAIN?" she expressed. "I don't want you making a mess in your first few nights here, so you better go." A sigh of relief came across his face as she gestured towards the now opening toilet lid. He went, sat down, and for some reason, expected his mistress to leave.

He was obviously quite uncomfortable being watched whilst peeing. He hesitated for a moment, but determined that she wasn't going anywhere and started to let it out.

"I want to try something new with you, and you will need to take time to accustom to it." Abi said, setting down her intentions. "Come through to the play room, and lie on the PVC sheet in the tiled shower section. Close your eyes, and wait for me." Her speech was almost onimous, her speech let out storm-clouds which would haunt the slave.

The slave left the room, and after he left, she took off her denim shorts, leaving only her panties. She was left in her crop-top: her attire didn't really change. Throwing her shorts onto her bed, she closed the door to the slave's room behind her. She took some heels and placed them on her bare feet.

She strutted into the play room: click, click - not yet in visual range of the slave. Mounted on a rack at the back of the room, parallel to the entrance, was a range of masks. She continued to strut over to it, and carefully picked off one with a funnel entering the mouth. It had a couple of nose holes, but nothing for vision. With that all too common half smile, she navigated towards the slave.