Mistress Chapter Two...Seven's Story

I couldn’t believe my luck! Not only had I fucked my beautiful new mistress on the very first day, she’d even turned a blind eye at my total lack of self-control.

Lying back on the rickety, uncomfortable bed, I put my arms behind my head and closed my eyes with a contented smile, thinking through the events of the day. 

This morning had a terrible start at that slave auction. I shuddered at the memory of the bidders and their probing, pinching hands, of being stared at by hundreds of eyes, every orifice opened and thoroughly examined. My cock felt bruised from the number of times it had been grabbed and rubbed.

When my new Mistress finally clipped the leash to my collar the feeling of utter relief at escaping that oppressive atmosphere was so great that I almost laughed out loud with pure joy. 

Sitting in the foot-well of the car on the ride to my new Mistress’s home, I stole glances at her whenever I felt able, taking in the stunning legs, showing a tantalising amount of flesh between the top of her boots and that ridiculously sexy short skirt. My cock was growing ever harder; I had to drag my eyes away, before the evidence of my boldness was discovered. 

Later though, when the shaven headed Number Five led me away, pulling roughly on the leash as he dragged me behind. I had felt trepidation and a tinge of fear. I am six feet tall and well muscled, but this man was something else. He must have been almost seven feet in height and built like the fridge freezer combo of a very large family. 

Dressed like me, in nothing but a black leather neck collar, and wrist and ankle cuffs, it was clear that his neck alone was almost the width of a man’s thigh, his hands were the size of trash can lids, yet not an ounce of fat could I see, nothing but rippling, bulging muscle on his whole body. I figured ‘Crusher’ would have been a more appropriate name, rather than the nondescript Five. 

I made a mental note to stay on his good side at all costs.

As we trotted through the magnificent house, I tried to make conversation.

“Um…have you been here long?”

Pausing for a moment, he turned and put his finger to his lips, then giving the leash an extra sharp tug, continued to walk at a brisk pace. 

Stopping at a door, he opened it to reveal a narrow flight of stairs. Pulling me after him, he took the steps two at a time, we passed a couple of landings each with its own door, I guessed they led to the first and second floors, we carried on upward…until the very top of the house was reached.

Pushing me into a long dormitory style room, he finally spoke in a surprisingly friendly manner,

“These back stairs are the only ones we may use to reach our quarters here, and this is the only place we may speak freely to each other, anywhere else in the house is strictly off limits without permission from the Mistress.”

“Oh…right, thanks, I’m sorry I didn’t realise.”

I took a long look at the dormitory. The ceiling was very low, making it impossible to stand up straight. The walls were bare painted plaster and, on the floor, was ancient linoleum that had clearly seen better days. There were three metal camp beds on one side of the room and three on the other. On each bed was a thin bare mattress upon which was placed a pillow, a folded sheet, a grey blanket and a candlewick cover. 

Clearly the slave quarters suffered none of the luxury of the rest of the house.

On the furthest side of the room, I could see two more doors, and before I could ask any more questions, Five spoke again,

“See those doors there? The one on the right is our bathroom, and the one on the left leads to the punishment room.”

“Does the punishment room get used much?” I ventured.

“It only gets used if a slave deserves it.” Was the unsatisfactory reply, I wanted to question him further on this, but a warning note in his voice told me to leave it there for now.

Turning to the beds, I remarked,

“I see there are only six beds, but Mistress told me there are seven slaves?”

“Number Three is her toilet slave, he lives in her room, never comes here.”

So, there are six other male slaves in total. I had met just one of them who to say the least unnerved me a little. 

What would the others be like? Who really ruled the roost here? 

Was it the powerful looking Five? Or the mysterious toilet slave, Three? Or, indeed, one of the others I had yet to meet? Just what were the rules in this new household?

Feeling slightly uncomfortable, I asked,

“Where are the other four slaves? Will I get to meet them today?”

“No, One and Two both live too far away to stay here during the week, they are slaves for the Mistress from Fridays through to Sunday evenings. You will meet Four later today, when he arrives back from work, he stays here every Monday to Friday, then goes home to his family at weekends, and finally there is Six, he is her driver and just works regular hours here, with certain…er…fringe benefits.”

“Are there any who actually live here all the time?”

“The one who lives in her room is always there.”

Was there a bitter note in his voice? I wasn’t sure, but decided to keep a careful watch for any possible rivalry between these two. I certainly didn’t want to get involved in any cross fire. I decided to chance another question.

“And what about you Five, do you live here?”

“I stay here as much as I can, but once in a while I have to make business trips away.” He didn’t expand any more on this, but instead leaning closer to me, he asked,

“What are your circumstances Seven?”

“Um…well…I’m a single guy, I can stay for as long or as little as required. Being an author, I don’t have to worry too much about going into an office anywhere, I just need to access a laptop occasionally.” I said all this nervously, having the distinct feeling that none of this would be welcome news.

He held my gaze for a moment, then responded,

“I suggest you take a bath, our Mistress doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”

Without another word, he turned and left the dormitory.

I walked over to the two doors on the furthest side of the room. Five had said that the door on the left was the one that led to the punishment room. I turned the round brass handle slowly, but it was firmly locked, so giving a shrug I turned my attention to the bathroom. That door swung open freely, in fact closer inspection showed there was no lock on it at all, there was more of the same linoleum, upon which stood an old cracked enamel bath and next to that a toilet. So much for privacy, but there was at least plenty of soap and a pile of clean towels had been placed in a corner of the room.

Fifteen minutes later I was drying my hair with a towel, when I heard the door of the dormitory open as Five returned to escort me to the Mistress.

Without a word he clipped the leash to my neck collar again and went quickly down the stairs, then stopped on one of the landings. Opening the door, he pulled me after him into a plush hall, and in two strides, we were standing outside the Mistress’s bedroom. 

I expected him to knock, but instead he turned to me and removed the leash, then taking the chain that ran from the collar down to my cock ring, he gave it a gentle tug and stepped closer. First he unclipped the chain from the collar, then moved his hand down, to the cock ring, but before unclipping it from there, I felt his hand cup my balls and begin to gently massage them. I drew in my breathe quickly, having not been allowed to cum for two weeks meant I was extremely sensitive to any stimulation and my cock immediately became hard.

His hand then moved up and down my shaft, deftly squeezing with exactly the right degree of pressure, until I knew it was only a matter of moments before I was going to shoot my load. Five’s large fat cock stood out hard and throbbing and seemed to get closer and closer to me. But just as I was about to explode…he abruptly stopped. Before I could collect myself, he gave me a malicious smile, rapped softly on the bedroom door, then slipped away.

I heard my mistress’s husky voice saying,

“Come in.”

I had no choice but to go in. Luckily for me only by the flickering light of a large fire lit the room and I was able to hide my discomfiture, 

“Come here” She ordered softly.

“Thank you Mistress.” My voice sounded shaky to my ears as I closed the door and immediately crouched into the slave position. Hoping to hide my raging hard-on.

I became aware of her walking over and stopping right in front of my face. When she lifted that skirt, I could see and smell her hot sweet pussy, it took all my resolve not to take her right there. 

No wonder then I couldn’t last the six strokes she demanded, but to my surprise, instead of being angry she had pulled me down to join her on the bed, where we lay, kissing softly. My devotion to this incredible woman was growing by the minute.

Much later when I was lying on one of the rickety, uncomfortable beds in the dormitory, I put my arms behind my head and closed my eyes with a contented smile.

Suddenly the door burst open, the light streaming in from the stairway blinded me, forcing me to shield my eyes with my hand. Someone laughed, and I recognised Five’s voice saying,

“Get up you piece of shit, get yourself ready for the punishment room!”

I felt confused,

“What..?”

“NOW!” 

The sheets were ripped away; I was grabbed and pulled roughly out of the bed, then marched between Five, and another guy I hadn’t seen before, towards the punishment room...