by Victor Bruno
All the same, every day, Paul knew a hard day lay ahead of him. From the moment of rising at six a. m. he had to devote himself to his Mistress Gloria utterly. Perfection of service was expected . . . and punished if not received. Paul accepted this. He not only had no alternative but now positively thought it ‘just’.
A true slave must never query the decisions of an all-powerful Mistress.
Sometimes Paul felt vaguely sorry for the brute male hulks who were being tames and trained to his Mistress’s will. They had so far to go before they even approached his degree of servitude. Yet, approach it they would - each and every one of them - he felt sure, even though the Training Camp, which he had just helped to build, had only properly been running for some four months.
It was by no means unusual for Paul to have to parade before some naked, sweating, weal-striped male creature . . . mincing along in high heels, knickers and bra, hearing his Mistress’s words.
“This is Pauline . . . look at her . . . once she was a man . . . now she is my utterly devoted slave . . . look . . . look, you bastard . . .”
The whip cracks. . .
The male howls in gasping agony. . .
“This is what you will become . . . one day . . . yes . . . oh yes . . . even though you don’t believe it now!”
“NO . . . N-NEVER . . . YOU KINKY BITCH!”
Pauline sees her Mistress’s sadistic smile. He knows she likes a challenge.
Methodically, remorselessly, she begins to whip the naked sweating brute who is held securely in chains.
Pauline stands with hand on hip, just watching. Soft and smooth. Curvaceous.
“You’ll pay for those words, swine!”
CRAAA . . . AAACCCKKK!
CRAAA . . . ACCCKKKKK!
CRAAA . . . ACCCKKKKKK!
CRAA . . . AACCCKKKKK!
What a stupid fellow, to resist his Mistress! Oh dear, oh dear, how long will it take him to learn?
“Yyyyaaaaagghh . . . mercy . . . mercy . . . no more . . . no . . . more . . . aaaaaaagghhh . . . yyyeeee . . . aaaaaggghhhh . . . . !”
CRRAAA . . . AAACCCCCKKKKKK!
CCCRRRRAAAA . . . AAAAACCCCCKKKKKKKK!
CCCRRRRAAAAAA . . . AAAAACCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK!
CCCCRRRRRAAAAAAA . . . AAAACCCCCKKKKKKKKK!
Pauline realises all too well his Mistress is increasing the pace and power of the whipping. How long will this powerful young hunk of male flesh be able to hold out, he wonders? Already he is a mass of ugly welts . . . and his Mistress Gloria only seems to be just getting into her stride.
“MERCEEEE . . . MERCEEE . . . AAAAAHHHH . . . NOOOOOO . . . OOOOOO!”
The whipping continues.
Pauline looks on in quiet resignation. When will this stubborn brute begin to realise the supreme power and superiority of Mistress Gloria?
The sooner the better, surely?
Stupid oaf . . . he deserves all he is getting!
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