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The story that is about to be told is true, only the names

are changed to protect the guilty or not so guilty. It all

began in April of the year 1992. A computer was delivered to

me and was immediately set up. I was axious to start learnign

all I could about the secrets it held. The computer came

equipped with a modem. The phone line was hooked up and I

began a journey into the darker side of human relations. As

the new machine hummed and the screen on the monitor lit up,

I watched in awe, I hit the key that allowed me to enter the

communications files. I found a number already programmed

into the file and decided to see what it might be. As the

modem began dialing I wondered what may lie ahead. The screen

on the monitor went to a lavender haze and a door appeared.

The message under the door said " ADULTS ONLY - ENTER IF YOU

DARE"...so naturally I opened the door. The next screen

welcomed me to a land of fantasy and adventure that only an

adult could ever understand. The first menu was a log-on menu

and the Sysop broke in to welcome me to the land of dreams

bve they nightmares or reality. I was given a phone number

and ordered to call immediately. Being a submissive at heart

I signed off and called the number I was given. The phone

rang three times and this voice on the other end asked the

quailifying questions for admidtance to the land of dreams.

I was mesmerized by the wonderful enchanting voice on the end

of the line. The interview was over in a few minutes and I

was told I was excepted and expected to act accordingly while

in the land of dreams. Somehow I knew that I would have to

meet the person with whom I spoke. The Sysop told me her name

was Victoria and her husband was Bob. I don't think I'll ever

forget the introduction I recieved by this voice over the

phone. I logged back on and entered a conference room where

two ladies we're talking. I asked permission to stay as I

could tell that these were definetly Mistresses and forces to

be reckoned with. I was granted permission and watched as the

two ladies were talking about a subject I had in-depth

knowledge. Lady Ramanda was stating that she was stood up by

her latest accusitation, a TV named Prissy, I could see by

the way the conversation was going that Lady Ramanda was

really pissed off. I broke into the conversation and asked if

I could be of help. Lady Ramanda stated to me that all TV'S

are the same and don't have the guts to meet her in person in

a public place. I then stated to Lady Ramanda that I would

meet her anytime and in anyplace that a Lady of hrer statue

whould feel comfortable. Lady Ramanda was taken back a bit

and then said she would like to meet in a Church Parking Lot

in a location she mentioned and I said I knew where that was.

Lady Ramanda then said I would have to be on time and dressed

like a lady. She stated that she would not wait one minute

past the time stated. I said I would be there on time and

that I would wear my prettiest outfit. The next day I dressed

and made sure that I looked presentable for Lady Ramanda. I

had to be at the Church parking lot by 10 AM. It was now 9:10

AM and I had a 15 minute ride to the parking lot. I left the

house and arrived at the parking lot at 9:35 AM. Lady Ramanda

arrived at precisely 10:00 AM. She was shocked to see me

waiting for her. I introduced myself to her and we drove over

to the local coffee shop. We went in and picked a booth to

sit down and get to know one another better. Lady Ramanda was

surprised at how well I was recieved byt the public. Nobody

saw anything amiss, just two women having coffe and chatting

like a couple of schoolgirls on spring brake. Lady Ramanda

said that at the moment she was not in the market for a new

slave. I was disappointed as this would have been my first

and only Mistress. Lady Ramanda said that she would rather

have a relationship that was more friendly, a relationship

that would be more of a confidant type. I said that would be

fine with me as I really had taken a liking to her. Lady

Ramanda said that she knew of a Mistress that was looking for

a new slave and that she would mention me to her. Now I was

getting excited, I asked who this Mistress might be and Lady

Ramanda she was known as Wicked Swords. The name intriged me.

I told anything that she could do for me to get an interview

with Wicked Swords would be greatly appreciated. Lady Ramanda

told me she would do what she could. We left the coffee shop

more enriched in a new found friendship that would stand the

test of time. I hurried home and turned on the computer. I

had great pain waiting for the modem to connect me to the

land of dreams. As the Door opened I had a message which I

retrieved immediately. It was a summons by Wicked Swords to

leave response to a questionaire. My heart was really racing

now. I was anxious to answer the quetions and possible be

accepted byt his Mistress. The question were of a general

nature but to the point. I would have to swear alligance to

Mistress Wicked Swords and do her bidding without question.

Of course I answered back that I would do anything to be a

part of her stable. I logged off after answering and hoped

that my response would get a postive reation from Wicked

Swords. The next day Lady Ramanda called and said that I was

granted an audience with Wicked Swords at 1:00 PM. I told

Lady Ramanda that I would be ready and prompt. Lady Ramanda

then said she would stop by and pick me up at 12:15 PM. As I

hung up the phone I wondered what the future might hold for

me after 1:00 PM. I decided on a tight patent leather outfit.

I dressed and worked especially hard on my make-up. First

impressions usually tell the tale. When I was finished I

stood back and looked long and hard in the mirror. In my

opionion it wasn't going to get any better than this. Lady

Ramanda arrived precisly at 12:15 PM. When I got in the car

she ordered me to wear a blindfold. I did not question the

order. I placed the blindfold over my eyes and secured it

with a knot at the back of my head. We drove for what seemed

an eternity....Lady Ramanda stopped the car and came around

to the passenger side and opened the door for me. She told to

take her hand and follow her. I was a little nervous not

knowing where I was or where we where going. We walked about

100 feet and then went down this winding staircase. I counted

the steps and there was 13 of them. Now my antiscipation was

really getting out of hand. At the bottom of the stairs a

door opened and we entered. The door closed behind us and we

were usuered in. Upon arriving my blindfold was taken off and

my eyes adjusted to the candle-lit room. It was a dungeon,

none like I had ever scene before. I was immediately take

over to the cross in the center of the room. The cross was

suspended on a bar and could swing back and forth 360

degrees. I was strapped and gaged onto the cross. Suddenly a

gong sounded and Lady Ramanda pointed to a door....The door

opened and I saw a vision of woman clad in leather from head

to toe with a cat o-nine tail whip in her hand. This vision

seemed to float across the room. My mind was whirling, I

didn't know what was going to happen next. And then the

voice....the voice that I heard over the phone filled the

room...it said "SLAVE.....I am you're Mistress now and

forever" I shook my head in a positive way as I could not

speak. Wicked Swords then raised the whip high over her head

and brought it down with a crack that sounded like lightning.

Wicked Swords then stated that I would be trained to meet her

standards and if I didn't I would taste her whip more than I

would like too. I shook my head yes and Wicked Swords said

that she knew I would because my eyes said yes. The training

period would begin the next day. Wicked Swords released me

from my bounds and I fell to her feet. Wicked Swords told me

I had potential and that I could possibly be Mistress

material under her strick guidance. I later found out from

Lady Ramanda that Wicked Swords and Victoria are one and the

same. I knew that half my quest was now over. I had met the

enchanting voice of the valadation lines. More adventures

would certainly come my way now that I was in a stable of a

MIstress who was known the world over. The training is never

over till the Mistress says its over. I have studied hard and

I do try to please my Mistress in any and all ways that she

sees fit. Mistress loaned me out to another Master and his

slave and I learned to love sting of the whip. Mistress

Wicked Swords is always kind and stern as only the best

Mistress would be. I have met other Masters and Mistress over

this 3 year period of time but no one comes close to the

Mistress that Wicked Swords is and always will be.



The adventure of a three year journey continues.............

Lady Ramanda was and still is my closest cofidant. She picked

me up and delivered me to the Dungeon for several weeks. I

had to arrive blindfolded....Mistress Wicked Swords demanded

this. The Dungeon was to be a special place and I would have

to earn the knowledge of the location. Time flew the minutes

were like milliseconds and hours that I spent securly tied to

the cross or suspended from the "O" rings affixed in the

ceiling seemed like only minutes. Mistress Wicked Swords

always appeared from behind that black door. Colors were hard

to tell in the Dungeon because there was only candlelight to

illuminate the Dungeon. My Mistress was a vision of beauty no

other mortal had ever seen. She stood 5 feet 6 inches tall

but in her heels they made her almost 5 feet 10 inches tall.

She never wore anything more than a leather bra type halter

in assorted colors. Some of the halters were studded while

others felt more like silky material to the touch. Mistress

Wicked Swords had the most perfect body. As soon as I arrived

I would place myself on the cross and await for the black

door to open and Wicked Swords would make her entrance. She

seemed to glow in the candlelight.My sessions were becoming

longer and my training as a slut more intense with each

visit.I was progressing so well Mistress Wicked Swords told

me I would have a suprise upon this visit. The Black door

opened and Mistress entered the Dungeon. She was truely a

vision to be seen. I was immediately tied to the cross, both

wrists tied by leather straps as were the ankles of my legs.

My waist was secured by a chain with a lock and Mistress

always held the key till the session was over and one of her

many devoted slaves would retrieve it and release me from my

bonds. Today was to be a special day. Mistress was concerned

that I had not had the pleasure of servicing a man before.

Mistress taught me how to stimulate a woman with my tongue

and she said I had learned my lessons well. But today would

be the start of my lessons in pleasing a man. Mistress said

that this was necessary for I was to be a complete slave and

able to serve both male or female dominants. I listened to

Mistress Wicked Swords as she instructed and prepared me for

my new session. Mistress Wicked Swords pulled the cross down

so that my head was level with her vagina. She then told me

to remove her leather gaff with my teeth. Having had weeks of

pratice I had no trouble removing it. I then placed my lips

over her vagina and inserted my tounge deep inside. It didn't

take long for the juices to start flowing. Mistress Wicked

Swords always enjoyed a good suck job and I did my job with

the greatest pleasure. I sucked harder and used my tounge on

her magnificent clit. I always knew if I pleased her because

she would move to the gyrations of my mouth and tounge and

press her hips deeper onto my mouth. I would do this till

Mistress would stand up and tell me that my time was up. But

not today. This time when she stood she said to me "Slave

you have learned well, you do truely please a woman, it is

now time for your training in pleasing a man. I have invited

a few friends over for your new lessons." "You will fuck them

with your mouth till you can't take anymore." I was becoming

a little alarmed at this point. But the trust I had in my

Mistress overcame the fear I was feeling. I answered that I

would do my best to please any and all for her. Mistress

Wicked Swords stepped back from me and released the cross so

I was now upright. Mistress Wicked Swords then had a slave

release from the cross. I was then lead over to the columns

that held up the ceiling. These were round concrete pillars

which had "O" rigs a t different heights. Mistress instructed

to kneel down and told the slaves to secure my arms and legs

with chains to the columns. After I was secured the slaves

disappeared from the Dungeon as they always did. Mistress

Wicked Swords then snapped her fingers and the black door

again opened on her command... Three athletic looking men

entered the Dungeon wearing only little "G" strings. I was

amazed at the sight. They walked over to were I was tied and

gathered around me. Mistress then instructed me to remove

their "g" strings with my teeth. After I had done this

Mistress told me to remember my lessons with the penis styled

dildos. I had been trained to take a 7 inch dildo all the way

down my throat. This took pratice but I learned that if you

breathe thru your nose you won't choke with the dildo deep

down your throat. It was now time to put the lessons to the

test. The three men approached and began rubbing their pricks

all over my face. I would lick and suck these pricks at a

very fast rate of speed in order to accomadte all three.

Mistress Wicked obsevered this scene and gave instrutions to

me. After this went on for a while two of the men stepped

back and one of them faced me. My head was level with his

hard prtruding penis. He grabbed the back of my hair tightly

and inserted his stiff shaft deep in my throat. Pulling my

head by the hair and thrusting his penis in and out of my

mouth increasing the speed of thrusts and the depth. I

continued taking this man deep in the recess of my throat

till I felt this hot sticky fluid, I then tightened my lips

and sucked till he was spent. This was hard on my mouth, my

jaws were in pain trying to accomadate the large shaft for

such a long period time. Mistress Wicked Swords watched and

told the other men to both enter my mouth vagina. I didn't

think I could get bout of these men into my mouth at the same

time but with a little time I did manage to get them both in

and down about 4 inches. I heard Mistress snap her fingers

and I hesitated only for a moment....Mistres was summoning

two more slaves who were instructed to massage the two men's

balls as they fucked my mouth. I moved my head up and down

the stiff shaft increasing the speed and depth with each

stroke. Suddenly they both came almost at the same time. I at

first thought that I would choke as they both started to gush

in my mouth. I sucked and moved up and down till they moved

away from head. Both men fell on the counches totally

exhausted and Mistress Wicked Swords said I had done well for

my first time. I was released from my bonds by the two slaves

who assisted me in making the men cum. I was the taken over

to the ceiling "O" rings and  each wrist was secured to them.

Mistress Wicked seemed pleased by my performance. But I did

notice a different look in her beautiful eyes. She turned to

me and asked if I enjoyed the experience. I said " Yes

Mistress I did enjoy"...I was cut off in mid sentence....

obviously the wrong answer as I felt the cat of nine tails

strike my backside with a vegenance. I had forgot that I was

not there to enjoy myself but only to give pleasure nad

enjoyment to my Mistress. "Slave" Mistress said..."you will

only please me and not yourself till I give permission....DO

YOU UNDERSTAND Slave?" Of course I did, I had been lost in

the moment and forgot the basics of Mistress/Slave

relationship. I said that I was truely sorry and that I would

never forget again. I then aske if Mistress enjoye dthe

performance and begged her forgiveness. Mistress Wicked

Swords smiled and said that I was coming long and learning

real fast. I recieved 10 lashes for my forgetfulness and the

released and instructed to go home and practice with the

dildo till I could do two or more at one time. The Black Door

opened and the two slaves followed the three men through the

door. Mistress Wicked Swords dismissed me and told me to wait

for her summoning for the next session. I left the Dungeon

with a smile and the knowledge that this was not over yet.



The passing of time was extremely fast, I had been under the

direction of Mistress Wicked Swords for 19 months now.

Mistress had taken total control of my destiny. I wore tight

restricting corsets all the time. These garments served two

purposes, first it gave me an hour glass figure and second it

whittled away at my body and when I removed them I still had

a very tiny waist. I was pleased with this development as I

had taken to wearing female attire most of the time now.

Each day I would log onto the BBS to see if I had a summons

from my Mistress. Today I was told to be at the Dungeon no

later than 9:30 AM. But new instructions followed. I was

commanded by Mistress Wicked Swords to dress casually and I

would find out the reason why upon arriving at the Dungeon.

End of message. I was a little worried about that message but

decided that it could not be too bad. Usually I am instructed

to dress as a Slut. This would definitely be a change.

I choose a nice red sweater, tight to show off my figure and

a pair of black stirrup stretch pants. I wore matching red

flats and hurriedly applied my make-up. Checking the mirror

before I left I was amazed at how adapt I was becoming in

make-up application. I stood back from the long mirror on the

back of the door in my bedroom and was pleased  with what I

saw. I added a red shoulder length purse and headed out the

door. I hailed a cab and arrived two blocks from my

destination. I was instructed to do this so that the location

of the Dungeon would remain a secret. I walked the rest of

the way and entered through the laundramat. At the back of

the laundrmat was a hidden staircase that led down to the

Dungeon. I was always careful not to let anyone see me enter

this staircase. I knew the punishment if anyone every

questioned Mistress about people coming and going in the

landramat. I knocked on the door to the Dungeon and waited to

be admitted. A Slave opened the door and escorted me to the

main room. These Slaves never had much to say, they always

had a gag in their mouths. I waited what seemed like an

eternity for my Mistress to make her entrance.

I heard the Black Door open and in walked my Mistress. I

immediately fell to my knees and kissed her feet. Mistress

smiled and told me to rise. Mistress then told me what was in

store for me today. She said " Slave you have learned your

lessons well, you know how to please a Woman and how to

please a Man. It is time for you to wear my Tattoo. We will

go to the tattoo parlour of a friend of mine and your right

hip will bear my mark for all to see." I was thrilled. This

is the ultimate thing that every slave strives for in a

relationship with a Mistress or Master. I couldn't wait till

we got to the Parlour. Mistress put my collar on and attached

the leash to it and we left the Dungeon for the Tattoo

Parlour. I was not ashamed to wear the collar outside in the

daytime, the collar represented a badge of honor to me.

Mistress had me hail a cab and then told the cab driver the

location of the Tattoo Parlour. It was a short distance but

seemed like it took forever. I was filled with joy and

anticipation. When we pulled up in front of the Tattoo

Parlour I paid the cab driver and we entered the Parlour. The

walls were filled with art work like Tattoos. I was amazed at

the pictures that where on the wall. Mistress saw me looking

around and smiled...she said "Slut you will be getting a

custom tattoo, you won't find the one you're getting on the

wall." I was a little disappointed as I found a dragon with a

lady riding on its back particularly nice. The receptionist

knew Mistress Wicked Swords by name and told Mistress that

the artist was busy at the moment and would be with her

shortly. Time seemed to stand still waiting for the artist to

make his appearance. The intercom on the desk came to life

and the receptionist told Mistress to go to room 9. Mistress

pulled me along by the leash and we entered room 9. Mistress

then instructed me to remove my stirrup pants. I did not

hesitate for an instant. With my pants off Mistress

instructed me to lie on the marble topped table. I climbed

onto the table and lied face up. It was cold but I soon got

use to that. The door opened and in walked the artist. He was

big man 6 foot 5 inches tall and very muscular. He had

Tattoos all over the top have of his body and down the arms.

I assumed he must have been tattooed over his entire body but

I didn't ask. Mistress Wicked Swords told him what she wanted

for my tattoo. Mistress said she wanted two sword like

Aribian swords black handle with a blade tapered by the

handle and wider at the tip. The swords would cross each

other with the black handles at the bottom. From the tips

drops of blood would bead off the two swords. at the top of

the points of the swords would be the words "PROPERTY OF"

with a large red "W" in the center of the two swords. The

artist took a sketch pad and drew the interpretation for

Mistress. Upon her approval he started with the outline of

the swords on my right hip. After 3 hours the swords were

outlined and finished. I was told to keep Vaseline on them

and try not to rub them. Fresh sterile gauss was applied and

then I was allowed to dress. As we left the Parlour the

receptionist made all the appointments for me to complete the

job that was already done. I hailed a cab and we traveled

back to the Dungeon. Mistress was indeed pleased with the

progress. When we got back to the Dungeon Mistress ordered me

to remove my pants and the gauss. Mistress studied the new

tattoo and liked what she saw. I was thrilled, I was the

first and the only one to receive this tattoo. Mistress had

the slaves tie me to the cross in the usual manner. Then the

slaves disrobed Mistress and she had the slaves position the

cross so that  I could satisfy and thank her for my new

tattoo. Mistress straddled my face and I sank my tongue deep

into the depths of her vagina. I sucked and licked to

Mistress whithered in estacy. Then I sucked as hard as I

could on Mistress's clit just as Mistress was reaching a

climax. This always sent Mistress into estacy for about 30

minutes. The juices filled my mouth and throat and I enjoyed

it as much as my Mistress.  When Mistress was satisfied she

told me to leave and wait till I receive another summons from

her. I was released from the cross by the slaves and quickly

dressed. I hated to leave but I knew that I had too.

Disobedience was never tolerated.

The next few weeks I received no summons from my Mistress. I

continued with the appointments at the Tattoo Parlour. The

man knew his trade. The blades of the swords were filled in

a silver irradasant ink. They actually glowed in the dark!!

The handles where black and out lined in gold irraasant ink,

these also glowed.From the tips of the blades ran 6 drops of

crimsom red ink, forming what appeared drops of blood. These

were outlined in black ink to make the stand out more. The

lettering above the sword was arched from tip to tip and done

in black outline and filled in with the irradasant gold ink.

The "W" was outlined in gold irradasant ink and filled in

with crimson ink. I was pleased with the final result.

Pictures were taken for the Artist's gallery.  This procedure

took over 4 months time to complete. In all that time I had

not received a summons from my Mistress. When I arrived home

I immediately log on to the BBS. There was the message I was

waiting for and hoping for..."Come now".  I was excited and

had to change fast. I grabbed my patent leather mini skirt

and patent leather jacket and threw them on. My 5 inch black

patent pump completed the outfit. I ran out the door and

hailed a cab. Those two blocks were the longest I had every

walked in a long time. I couldn't wait to show Mistress

Wicked Swords the magnificent tattoo I had received.  I

entered the Dungeon threw the usual manner and was admitted

by Mistress's slave. The wait was short as Mistress entered

almost immediately upon my arrival. With riding crop in hand

she commanded to display the new art work for her approval.

I unzipped my skirt and dropped it to the floor, the tattoo

glowed in the dim light of the Dungeon. Mistress Wicked

Swords was pleased and stated that he had done a magnificent

job. I was happy that I had pleased my Mistress. Mistress

approached and looked closer at the tattoo. It truly was a

work of art. I love the way that it glowed in the dark.

Mistress asked me what I thought of the tattoo. I didn't

answer but dropped to my knees and untied the laces that held

her leather panties together at the center. Upon removing the

laces i began to suck and lick my Mistress to show how I felt

about the honor of wearing her brand. Mistress was pleased I

gave her numerous orgasms before I was done. Mistress told to

rise and get dressed. I did this as fast as I could. Mistress

informed me that I was to receive instructions to be a

Mistress myself. I was overjoyed. This was like being

emancipated. I would still be a slave to Mistress Wicked

Sword but never to anyone else. I would be allowed to use

Mistress's Dungeon and have my own slaves to wait on me. I

was overjoyed and vowed total commitment to Mistress Wicked

Swords. After the discussion I was dismissed and told that my

training as a Mistress would begin at our next session. I

left the Dungeon with new hopes in my heart. Every slave hope

to one day achieve Mistress or Master status, I had dreamed

of it without telling anyone, and now it was going to become

a reality.



I can't believe that it has been nearly four years since

thisadventure started. Time has gone by at a rapid pace. Ilearned my lessons

well. Mistress Wicked Swords taught me theknowledge of the whip. Just the right

amount of snap on thewhip to inflict the amount of pain required but

withoutleaving signs of having been whipped. I became quite good atthis. I

assisted Mistress Wicked Swords in many sessions. Iwould do the whipping under

her guidance. Mistress WickedSwords is truly a Master of the art of the whip.

Theknowledge I learned from her could not be learned threwexperience or books.

Lady Ramanda was also always there foradvice and as it turned out became as

close to me as a trueSister. Together we shared shopping trips and I

alwaystrusted her wisdom and advice. Lady Ramanda was very skillfulat the art

of

Bondage. She taught me how to bind a person ina way that was very sexually

fulfilling. These two Mistress'seach had specialalties that were unequaled by

anyone else. Iabsorbed all this skill and knowledge like a sponge. I

becamerather well known in the B&D circles. Trade Publicationscatering to the

lifestyle published articles about me. Mystable was growing faster than I could

believe. I wasactually turning slaves away for it was all more than oneMistress

could handle.In the four years since this all started I became more andmore

womanlike. A sex change was discussed but it was decidedthat this option was

not

for me. My waist was shaped bywearing tight corsets all the time and now

without

the corsetI had a 22 inch waist. My breasts also developed over theyears from

taping them and pulling them that now I could weara "c" cup bra without any

padding. This pleased MistressWicked Swords. My figure was quite amazing

considering it wasnot chemically invoked. The time had come for me to

announceto

the world that Mistress Nancy had arrived and was going totake the world on by

storm. Mistress Wicked Swords and mySister Lady Ramanda informed me that I had

an engagement atthe "SAFE" located in lower Metropolis. I had never beenthere

before but I had heard of the place. This is thepremier B & D club. All the

Masters and Mistress's go thereto show off their slaves or to find new ones. I

had two daysto get ready for my debut. I made an appointment to have myhair

done

and get a manicure and pedicure. I checked thewardrobe and decided that a red

leather halter top dresswould fill the bill nicely. I looked real hot in that

outfit.Mistress Wicked Swords approved of my choice and told me tobe sure to be

at the Dungeon no later than 7 PM on Saturdaynight. Friday morning I went to

beauty shop and Lydia mypersonal beautician began to work her magic. She

started

witha trim and a wash. She set my hair and put me under thedryer. My nails were

next. Lydia knew of my appointmentSaturday night and decided I need long curved

dragon-ladynails. These nail tips were applied to my own nails and thena red

high gloss nail enamel was applied. My toes were givena pedicure and the same

polish was applied to them. When myhair was dry Lydia combed it out and teased

it. Lydia wasalways the best at styling my hair. That took up most of

themorning

and well into the afternoon. I thanked Lydia for ajob well done as usual and

hurried to Boutique shop. I needstockings and a few other things. I arrived at

the Boutique alittle before 4 PM. I went right over to the stocking sectionand

found exactly what I was looking for. It was a pair ofred fishnet crotchless

pantyhose. I took two pairs of theseand proceeded to the bra section. I choose

a

red cuppless brathat would allow my breasts support but I could feel

everymovement I made because the nipples were exposed. I tried onthe bra and

was

happy with the fit. I made the purchases andhurried home. Upon arriving home I

checked for messages onthe BBS and found none. I had time just to relax and

enjoyall that had happened the last few years. I put a movie inthe VCR and laid

down in bed pondering the next eveningsfestivities. I must have fallen asleep

because it was nowSaturday Morning. I powered up the computer and the

onlymessage was a command from Wicked Swords "DON'T BE LATE SLUT"the message

was

short and to the point. I left a reply that Iknew the punishment for tardiness.

I had one of my slavescome to my apartment at 10 AM sharp. This was a special

slaveto me. She would attend to my many needs till I left for theDungeon. The

slave had her own key and let herself in. I wasstill in bed when she announced

her arrival. I instructed herto draw a warm scented bubble bath and to call me

when thatwas done. This slave was very adaptable and would later applymy final

make-up. She had years of training in beauty schooland was a great help to on

occasions like this. My slaveinformed me that the bath was ready and I got out

of bed andslipped out of my teddy and stepped into the warm scentedtub. the

slave placed a pillow behind my head and then leftme to make a fresh pot of

coffee. I soaked for a few minuteswhen my slave came back in and served me the

coffee she hadmade. The bathe seemed to relax me more than I had ever been.I

instructed my slave to massage my body. She did nothesitate for she knew the

penalty for disobeying my commands.After 30 minutes of this I grew tired and

told my slave tostop and dry me off. I rose from the tub and my slaveproceeded

to towel dry me from the feet and working her wayup my entire body. When she

finished she retrieved my longsilk robe and held it open as I slipped my smooth

silky armsinto it. My slave then wrapped in the robe and fastened itaround my

waist. Time was passing by faster than Ianticipated. I went back into the

bedroom and sat down at thevanity table. I summoned my slave and told her to

start mymake-over. She knew of the outfit I would be wearing andadjusted her

make-up knowledge to accent it perfectly. Afterwhat seemed like minutes but

really took 2 hours she wasdone. I was very pleased with the results. Most

woman

wishedthey looked as good as I did. I looked in the mirror andstated to my

slave

" Too Good For Mortal Men " and I smiledand gave my slave a wink showing

approval of her hard work.I took my slave into the playroom and chained her to

eyeletsin the ceiling. I then took my suede whip that had multiplelashes

attached and began to whip her. She enjoyed thesesessions. Each session the

whippings became longer and harderwhich is what my slave enjoyed. I got lost in

the whippingwhen I realized it was now 5:15 pm. I untied her and told herto lay

my things out for the evening and that I would be in afew minutes and she was

to

assist me in dressing. Everythingwas ready for me when I entered the bedroom.

My

slave helpedme off with my robe and hung it up. She then held my bra outfor me

and I slipped my arms in, she adjusted the bra so thatmy breasts jutted out and

then snapped the back closure. Thered crotchless panty hose was the next item

to

go on. Myslave was careful not put a run in the hose for she knew howdispleased

I would have become. My slave then held my redsatin "G" string open by my feet

and I stepped into it. Myslave's hands felt really sensual as she brought the

"G"string up my legs. The halter dress came next. The Bra was ahalter bra and

was perfectly hidden at the neckline to givethe appearance of being braless. My

slave zipped up the backand then went to get my pumps. She kneeled in front of

me asI raised my left foot she place the 5" inch red heel on myfoot. I then

raised the other foot and she did the same. As Iplaced both feet together my

slave bowed over and kissed myfeet. I told my slave to rise as she had done a

splendid joband that she would be rewarded for such at are next session.I

checked the time and it was now 6:30 pm. I had just enoughtime remaining to

apply my WINGS perfume gather my purse andhail a cab. I arrived at the Dungeon

at 6:55 pm. Not a momentto soon. Right on my heels was Lady Ramanda. She told

me

hownice I looked and that she was sure that Mistress WickedSwords would be

pleased. We both entered the Dungeon andescorted by a slave to the reception

room. Our wait was not along one. I heard the all to familiar gong sound and

theBlack Door opened as Mistress Wicked Swords made herentrance. I imediately

fell to my knees and waited for hersignal. Mistress approached and placed her

leather clad handunder my chin and told me to rise. I stood for herinspection.

Mistress Wicked Swords said "Nancy you SLUT youalways knew how to dress to

please your Mistress, Come now wewill be going." I was pleased that Mistress

would complimentme. We left the Dungeon for our journey to Metropolis.

LadyRamanda drove while I sat in the middle between these twobeautiful women.

My

heart was racing while my mind wasreeling with the thoughts of the evening of

what lied ahead.



We arrived at the parking lot in Metropolis at 8:45 pm. It

seemed that the eyes of the city where watching my every move

as we left the car and walked the two blocks to the "SAFE".

Mistress told me to be careful as the stairs leading down

into the "SAFE" can be a little hard to navigate in heels. I

made it to the bottom with no trouble and I paid the entrance

fee for the three of us. This was truly a Dungeon's Dungeon.

they had all the equipment one could possibly ask for. Chains

hung from the ceiling along with assorted chairs used for

restraining people. Mistress Wicked Swords placed her collar

around my neck and attached her leash to me. She told me she

did not want anyone else playing with her property without

her permission. Then she told me to remove my halter dress. I

did this without hesitation or question. Mistress Wicked

Swords wanted everyone to see my beautiful Tattoo. It glowed

in the dim light of the "SAFE". I was paraded thru all the

different and introduced to countless Mistress's and Master's

who told my Mistress that she had a wonderful slave. Mistress

Wicked Swords then took me to the ceiling chains and had Lady

Ramanda cuff me and raised my arms high and wide. Mistress

Wicked Swords took out her riding crop and began to whip me.

I cooed with estacy with each blow. Mistress always put a lot

of energy into whippings when a slave moans loud and long. I

was a great moaner. After 50 lashes Mistress worked up a head

of steam and then took out the heavy artillery. The fiber

rods were next. Oh how I learned to love the fiber rods. They

actually whistled through the air before they struck you. My

moans became squeals with each shot. My ass cheeks where hot

and almost as red as my fishnet stockings. Between each shot

Mistress would rub her soft hands all over my hot buns making

the sensation almost unbearable with estacy. Scenes like this

always drew a crowd. I held my head up high and took each

shot with pride that I was just beginning a new life as a

Mistress myself when this evening was over. It made the

whippings easier to absorb. The whipping went on for about 45

minutes and then I was released from my bondage. Mistress

Wicked Swords was totally exhausted. I escorted her over to

the bar where she sat and had  diet coke while I massaged her

neck and back. I didn't even attempt to sit down as my ass

probably would have set the stool on fire. Mistress Wicked

Swords looked around for some fresh slaves. I was a little

hurt by this but she reassured that I would never be replaced

but now that I was to be a full time Mistress myself she

would need a replacement for me. I felt much better hearing

that. As much as I wanted to be a Mistress, I never could

survive without being with Mistress Wicked Swords. When we

left the "SAFE" the first signs of daylight where just

starting to appear. Lady Ramanda retrieved the car and we

headed home. The ride home was a little uncomfortable for my

ass, But I got use to it. The two ladies dropped me off at my

apartment and I bid them farewell till our next session. I

collapsed on the bed and dreamed of what the future might

hold for a lady called Mistress Nancy. SUBMITTED FOR APPROVAL



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