A Bitter Betrayal…

The room was circular and in it waited her newest acquisition, sold into slavery by step-father on his 18th birthday. The angry male was pacing around in circles swearing at his invisible abductors and cursing the bastard who had betrayed him by getting him drunk and tricking him into signing over his life to her. She had paid an absorbent amount for the male flesh she was avidly watching but has known with a certainty born of experience that he would be worth every penny; handsome feisty, a virgin and he was hung like the proverbial horse. A real treasure,a diamond in the making, after his training he would be total perfection. The slave trader smiled rubbing her hands together in anticipation.


I watched from another room courtesy of a closed circuit camera, quite the mouth this one had it had on it, he certainly didn’t seem pleased by the predicament in which he found himself. Still he was young he would adapt!

At this point perhaps I should explain who I am giving you a detailed description of my seductive charms, pad out this story with lurid seductive language.

That would be too easy now wouldn't it?

I want to you picture me in your mind’s eye as I become your fantasy much in the same way as I will become his soon enough. Both you and he will be drawn into my web.

I turn saucily and look at you the voyeur of this story my eyes drinking you in as I slowly I lower the zipper of my supple leather jacket. Taking your hand I place it inside allowing my ripe firm breast to fill it to perfection knowing my large scalding nipple will be like a fiery brand pressed into your palm. My other hand snakes out to grasp the back of your head bringing your face forcibly to mine. Breath to breath; mine inhaling yours as I begin to suck none too gently on your lower lip before I claim your mouth as mine.

Finished, my hand still in your hair roughly I force your head in the direction of the monitor once more and together we watch the young captive pace.

“He’s a wild one.” I tell you chucking. “He is mine to do with as I will, all nicely bought and paid for!”

I can smell your arousal and am relishing the fact you will have to turn the pages of this story if you want to fuel it more. I push you down into your chair, whereupon steel bonds immediately snap around your wrists and ankles. Leaning over so that you get the full benefit of my charms as I lick salaciously along your jawline my tongue hot and wet my eyes smiling wickedly into yours I speak again, “you are what are termed a captive audience. Watch carefully; learn… it could be your turn next.”

Cackling like one demented I leave the room the door clicking with finality behind me.




She slipped inside the circular chamber followed by two of her trusted minions; Mutt and Jeff, huge hulking men who were quite agile dispute their muscular bodies.

"Who the hell are you, and what the hell do you want?" her captive demanded, not bothering to hide the anger and contempt in his angry voice.

“All you need to know for now is that you are mine. I have your signature on a legal document.”

Snapping her fingers she bade her boys restrain him watching with interest as he fought them like a wild man, she leaned against the doorjamb feigning nonchalance as he was manhandled into a pair of heavy cuffs suspended from the ceiling in the center of the room; his resistance both delighted and aroused her. Finally, his ankles were similarly restrained spread apart and held by equally strong cuffs which were imbedded into the rough stone floor. Both sets of steel cuffs allowed him a small amount of wiggle room, his owner enjoyed seeing her victim’s squirm and plan thinking they just might be able to free themselves. Fun for later as she watched him plot.

“Boys I shall require him naked I would like to see what my hard earned money has bought me, feel free to take your time.”

The incredibly handsome woman barking out her orders wondered how he would react to having to endure the meaty touch of her two leering Neanderthals as they amused themselves at his expense, she had been lead to believe he was heterosexual but one never could tell.

Taking their time they did indeed, running their calloused fingers over his skin as they revealed it pinching tender flesh here, probing an orifice there; she knew Mutt would dearly like to fuck this one in his well-formed asshole should she allow it. His huge throbbing bulge was blatantly obvious by the time the birthday boy finally stood naked bathed in a sheen of sweat brought on by the extent of his attempts to thwart their efforts; that and the over use of his foul tongue which had continued to spew filth at every turn.

“Cease babbling like an overgrown adolescent or I shall have you gagged with this.” The huge unpleasant ball gag she unhooked from her belt had the desired effect; silence ensued in the room broken only by his ragged breathing. ”When I want you to speak I will tell you otherwise keep your mouth shut. There will be time for questions later should you earn the privilege.”

She moved closer and removed a syringe from the bag she carried and without ceremony jabbed it into his upper thigh. “This is just some vitamins and a little something for your hangover, nothing to be concerned about.” Of course the syringe contained a little cocktail her chemist had thought up; an anti-depressant, a muscle relaxant and a little special something to aid in his future compliance.

His captor moved slowly around him inspecting her purchase well pleased, he was a feast for the eyes well-proportioned in all the right places. She lifted his cock and hefted his heavy balls. “Nice, once I've had fun training you I'll have lots of options, if all else fails I can sell you for breeding."

Gripping his chin she forced his eyes to meet hers. “You are mine I own you all of you. From this point forward every privilege will be earned; food, water, clothing, even the right to speak. Everything in your world will be dictated by me. You will breathe because it is my will.”

Saying nothing more she returned to the door and opened it barking out a last order. “Mutt, Jeff, build cage around him.” When completed the steel cage would reach from floor to ceiling about 6 feet square encompassing most of the small room with just enough spare to walk comfortably around it. “When you’re done don’t cut him down a night in his cuffs might help his disposition some.”

“Sweet dreams, slave.”

And she was gone.


I thought to let you read on in peace but as I left the room I had found that I was hornier than hell. I have needs like everyone else. What the hell perhaps a small stop to see if you are enjoying the story so far.

Swiftly returning to the observation room hiking up my leather skirt with out ceremony I straddle your captive hand allowing suddenly eager fingers access to my sopping cunt. “Feel how wet I am.” I purr into your ear. Enthusiastically I frig myself on the fingers which are lewdly stuck in my tight opening.

Life was good and I was well pleased with my new acquisition and of course the avid reader I was about to cum all over.…

Jordan paced around the dimly lit room encircled by one-way glass mirrors. The space was empty and silent save for the pat of his feet on the cold, concrete floor. "Fuck..." He whispered at first. He wasn't sure how long he'd been in here, but he'd been awake for an hour and had searched the space carefully, so he had had time to realize just how fucked he really was at the moment.

"Fuck!" He said louder, continuing to pace the room working out in his mind how he'd come to be here. The booze he'd drank last night with his step-father were still clouding his mind a little and things were really hazy... His step-father was kind of a dick, so it seemed a little odd that the guy had bought a case of beer and several fifths of whiskey for his eighteenth birthday, but hey, it was free hooch, so Jordan didn't think too much of it.

At some point during the night, he remembered signing something his step-father handed him, telling him it was some sort of football scholorship, or something. He didn't even look at the thing, he just signed it and they went back to drinking. It was fun, and it was probably the only time the guy was ever really decent to him...

"That mother fucker..." Jordan growled. "Okay, what is this?! Some sort of fucked up boot camp, or something?" Jordan scoffed. "Cause this is bullshit!" He was met with lingering silence and nothing more. "Hey! Hello?!" Again, all he was answered with was silence. He called out several more times, getting more and more agitated, to the point of spewing a stream of epithets that might have made a sailor blush. He quickly ran out of steam and breath, ending with. "You goddamn, motherfucking, piece of shit cocksuckers, let me the fucking hell out of her, you sick, twisted fucks!" His voice strained and cracked as he shouted with every last ounce of breath in his lungs.

He stood in the center of the room, catching his breath, making exasperated weezing noices, like a frustrated child. He vigorously tousled his short brown hair and circled in place, grunting in frustration. Pausing, he listened intently for a moment to the silence of the room before swinging at the empty air in one final attempt to seem, feel threatening befor sinking to a crouch that bore a striking resemblance to a fetal position, his face in his hands.

He rubbed his face and turned his head to see his reflection in the surface of the mirror. The image was stark and clear there on the mirrors surface, even in the dim light. He was looking at a man brought to his knees by the simplest of things: Isolation. He'd never felt so naked as in that moment and he prayed to god that no one could see him this way.

"Get ahold of yourself, fucker..." He whispered as he stared at himself in the mirror, sitting down, he crossed his legs, indian style and tried to do the meditative stuff he'd learned in Karate when he was five. It helped, but only just a little.

Eventually, a door to the room swung open and someone slipped into the chamber. "Finally..." Jordan said loudly, with a puff of breath, getting to his feet and looking up. A woman, and she was stunning. She practically oozed sexuality. Two hulking beasts of men flanked her, the mere sight of them gave Jordan pause.

"Who the hell are you, and what the hell do you want?" Jordan demanded, his face flushed with anger and seething contempt in his voice.

“All you need to know for now is that you are mine. I have your signature on a legal document.”

Jordan stepped back in surprise at mention of the document. "You're fucking shitting me... That bastard... That goddamn bastard..." He hissed, balling his fists up.

The woman snapped her fingers, instructing the two goons with her to tie him up and as they approached Jordan shouted. "Stay back, stay fucking back!" Swinging and missing the first as the other caught him around his waist. He struck the guy several times with his elbow, ineffectually and before he knew it, they had him restrained by heavy metal cuffs hanging down from the ceiling. He struggled and shouted for all he was worth, even spitting in one of their faces

"You fuckers! You goddamn fuckers!" He shouted at them, kicking and struggling still, as best he could. They overpowered him with ease and bound his ankles in shackles as he looked on helplessly. He tested the restraints, smart enough to conserve his energy now that he was fully bound, he began trying to think of ways he could escape this, but before he even had a moment to think the bitch ordered her gorilla's to strip him of his cloths and he gasped in horror before glaring at her with seething hot eyes.

"You medieval, psychotic bitch! I swear, if I ever get free I'll... I'll fucking end you!" He spat at her as the two men looked at him like he'd just made the worst mistake of his life before looking to her again, then each other. They began laughing and jeering him as they went to work stripping Jordan of his cloths.

Jordan was completely shaken by their reaction, it was clear that struggling and threats were useless, in fact, he got the impression that all it did was fuel their strange desires, he could see it in their eyes. So he fixed the woman with a silent glaring stare, doing his best to mentally separate himself from his own body, and what they were doing to it. To it, not to him, he kept telling himself mentally.

Their pinching drew hisses of pain from him and he instinctively tensed up and drew away as a finger rimmed his anus. Another finger was pushed into his mouth, but he went slack jawed, determined not to give them any more satisfaction than what they could rip from his body. He gagged and his eyes watered as he blinked them, only to have them settle on the one goons barely concealed and throbbing bulge. There was nothing to stop them from out right raping his ass, and he feared the woman would probably let them. In his fear he groaned and gave her a worried look, but all she did was smirk at him.

That motivated him to struggle and spout another bout of the foulest profanities he knew at the three of them. And he was only rewarded with a sheen of sweat which quickly grew chill in the cold room for his efforts. What was worse was that he caught himself leaning into the warmth of their hands to fight off the chill.

Jordan's eyes fell on the gag the woman unhooked from her belt and complied, silently damning himself for having given in. He felt the urge to cry, but didn't dare, biting his own lip instead, and nodding with a slight squeak.

He watched her draw closer to him and some animal part of his brain hoped she would get get close enough to bite, but when she drew out a syringe, his heart skipped a beat and he found himself begging her with a shaking voice. "No, no, no, please... Oh god, please, don't do this... I'll be good, I swear, I'll be good, just please... Please don't use that! Ow!" He paused for a moment as it finally registered what she'd said, and he blinked while holding his breath, letting it out in a wracking sob, he was so mentally, physically and emotionally exhausted that he couldn't stop himself.

It was all the worse that he could see himself in the mirrored walls, his face contorted and his nose running with snot, his open mouth filled with little strings of saliva. He looked positively horrid, and it caught him in this strange place somewhere between laughter and tears before he could get ahold of himself. The drugs kicked in and helped him to calm down and as the woman circled him, he fell silent again, watching her, this time, with a bit less hate.

She handled his privates almost clinically as she inspected him, and made her assessment of him. "B-breeding?" He whispered, stuttering. She forced him to look up into her eyes suddenly and he just stared in utter horror as she explained his lot.

Jordan's head drooped as she let go of his jaw and walked away, leaving him with her two apes, commanding them to cage him in, like an animal. Jordan just shook his head at the unrealness of the situation. That is until she ordered that he remain duely strung. "No, please!" He gasped as one of her men grasped his throat firmly to silence him. She cut him off verbally, saying. "Sweet dreams, slave."

And she was gone.

Waking early the slaver accompanied by her minions Mutt & Jeff entered the cell where she was keeping her newest acquisition. Horney as she was she had denied herself a trip into the observation lounge preferring to keep herself on edge; besides she was eager to see how her slave had weathered his first night in his cage.

What she found caused her eyes to narrow and her nose to wrinkle in distaste. At some point in the night he had pissed himself. Mutt unlocked the cage and in she stalked. “You stink!” She told him her eyes shooting fire. “Pissing oneself is unacceptable!” She punctuated each word with sharp flicks of her ridged fingers along his morning erection. “In future use the bucket Mutt kindly provided you with or I’ll stuff a catheter in this.” Another slap at his now flaccid cock and satisfied she stepped back. The fact that he couldn’t reach the bucket strung up as he was wasn't lost on Mutt and Jeff, they both snickered.

“Mutt hose him down then release and cuff him, Jeff fetch breakfast. I’ll be back in 15 minutes.” Ignoring the man still hanging from ceiling she left the room.

It was time to tend to her more willing guest...



“ Miss me? I purr as I enter the observation room delighted that my reader also was sporting a rock hard morning wood. Men were so predictable, I thought as as I approached his side smiling wickedly. “A quick fuck, a little breakfast and then I must leave you to watch our poor slave as I put him through his paces. I’m playing bad cop, good cop, this morning. Right now he is enjoying an ice cold hose down courtesy of Mutt.”

I glance at the one way window where my change was already enjoying his lethal cleansing. The sight had my need growing exponentially with my slaves suffering!

Grinning I lower the back of the chair my reader is sitting in and without ceremony shrug out of my leather skirt and hop onto your lap to impale myself firmly on your already throbbing cock. It felt fabulous as it shoved it hard into my tight hole filling it to perfection. As I started to fuck you I released my full breasts allowing them to bounce up and down as I took my pleasure, my deft fingers working my own swollen clit as I rode you like a demon possessed.

“Breakfast?” I query smirking as I hop off your still hard dick to scoot over to your more than willing mouth to squirt my cum all over it. “That’s it, drink up babe, mommas milk is good for you! Sorry but I don’t have time to help you Cum, you’ll have to finish up yourself.”

Grinning I hop off your lap and right the chair, I don’t want you to miss a minute of our story. I then clean myself , re-dress and without another word am gone.


The slaver reentered the captives cell carrying a soft blanket. Her slave was lying on his side unmoving, cuffed arms behind his back, one ankle tethered by a thick chain to the bars of his sturdy cage. Crouching down beside him knees slightly spread she ran her fingers along his back.

Her position afforded him a birds eye view of her recently fucked cunt. Waxed bare pussy her lips still puffy with arousal it beckoned him obscenely. She smelled of sex and lust. “You’re freezing,” she purred. “Let me help you.” With ease she sat crossed legged pulling his upper body across her almost naked lap. Almost lovingly she tucked the soft blanket around his shivering form.

“Breakfast,” she quieried for a second time that morning. Snapping her fingers Jeff hurried over passing her a plate heaped with crispy bacon and softly scrambled eggs. She looked deeply into her captives eyes as she began to eat. The bacon smelled delicious the eggs tasted divine. The slaver erotically savoured the feast as if it would be the last she’d ever experience. Slowly she cleaned her fingers sucking on them provocatively before she began to feed the leftovers to him, piece by piece using her supple fingers. Her intimate actions subtly perverse. “I’m going to name you, One.” She told him gently. “You’re not my first slave but you are my first Virgin, surely that alone makes you worthy of a name don’t you think?”

Handing the plate to Jeff she pushed him from her lap and stood. “ Give him water, another shot then put him through his paces; push ups, sit ups, the works! We need him strong!”

Grabbing the blanket from his body she left the cell without another word...

Jordan had been drifting in and out of consciousness all night, feeling so exhausted and sore, at some point, he'd pissed himself. He was beyond caring though, someone else could clean up his mess... Clean up, aisle six? He thought to himself almost dileriously as his returned. Maybe it was a mistake, having wet himself... She looked thoroughly disgusted with him. His instinct told him it would be in his best interest not pissing her off by pissing himself again.

"Ow!" He yelled, when she sharply flicked at his naked, semi erect dick. The pain made his morning wood quickly deflate, which she slapped again. The threat of getting stuck with a catheter was enough to shut him up immediately. He'd never had one, but from what he'd heard, it was unpleasant. He looked at the bucket hanging from a nail in the wall, well out of his reach and only nodded, not daring to challenge her authority again. One night of being hung like this was enough for a life time.

He tried to ignore the two men, the mistress was the real threat here, they were just her tools. Wait... The mistress? Was he really falling in line with her sick demands already? The less she left him with her two goons, the better actually. Maybe it was for the best? Regardless, she left him with them again and he got boxes down with his hands cuffed behind his back, so he could do nothing to protect himself from the punishing spray of Mutt's hose.

Hidden was wet and shivering when the wicked woman returned, with a blanket. Her fingers ran, feather light, down his back, feeling like burning brands, he was so cold. She was warm. So very warm... If he could have clung to her, he would have! Opening his eyes, he saw the junction of her thighs open to view, presenting with him the vision of her well satisfied cunt. Warmth... He thought, he felt, poured from her in waves, the smell of sex shafted under his nose and he found himself breathing it in as she showed him her first sign of kindness.

Drawn into her lap, she covered him with the blanket and slowly, the chill in his bones began to melt away. He watched her eat in silence, feeling the empty ache in his own stomach,wondering if she would eat it all, but relieved nearly to tears when she finally offered him the left overs. He accepted the food, queerly feeling like a baby bird taking a meal from it's mother. No meal had ever tasted as good as this... Maybe it would be better to just roll with it... If he could garner more of this kind of gentle treatment...

"One..." He whispered, accepting his new name. He smiled, feeling special. The feeling was short lived as she pushed him from her lap and instructed the two goons to "put him through his paces" the thought of receiving another shot made him tremble, but he wasn't sure if it was out of fear or in anticipation of how it would make him feel.

With the cocktail of stuff they were pumping him with running through his veins, he felt great and the routine Mutt and Jeff put him through felt almost like nothing. He was a jock after all, this sort of stuff was bread and butter to him. Football training was harder than what they were putting him through. Until he made the mistake of getting cocky and doing a set of one handed push ups...

I had returned to the viewing room early to review the tapes of ones’ reactions to my treatment of him so far. I was pleased. The simple nuances I looked for were very defiantly present. “What do you think? Is he responding well?” I asked the avid reader who sat beside me. The question was of course rhetorical, he has no say in the writing of my story anymore than my slave had to my treatment of him.

I stool up and started to pace my eyes never leaving the viewing screen. The drug was cursing through his body as Mutt put him through his paces, sweat was running in steady rivulets off his naked body, his heartbeat would be elevated. Soon the drug would reach its threshold. He would malleable, putty in my hand; the hands that planned to do his bathing personally today.

I started to speak my thoughts out loud. “He is very much then athlete I can defiantly push him hard.“ I smiled. “He appears to be actually showing off, he wants Mutt to give him a good report card it appears. It’s delightful, he wants my approval. This is a perfect start.“ I watched amused as he started to perform one handed push ups, actually upping the anti. I wondered if he had guessed that he was been watched through a one way mirror by me.

Mutt wasn’t impressed he was very likely jealous. His big foot shot out as be kicked his charge hard in the stomach hefting him at least a meter off the ground. The expression on both of their faces was laughable. “Did you see that?” I said turning to the reader. “ Mutt has probably broke at least one toe and doesn’t even know it!”

My pacing stopped abruptly as I turned to to face my reader barely noticing that he was a different one today. No matter, I plonked down straddling his lap; non to gently guiding his eyes to mine with one strong finger hooked under his chin. His pupils dilated. I smiled lowering my voice to a deadly whisper. “I am going too let you into a few trade secrets, of course I shall have to kill you if you share them.” Of course I wasn’t joking and he knew it. The erection that had popped up when I sat on his lap was gone. I grinned at him devilishly.

“ Ones formal training won’t begin until he’s mine in every way possible.” I patiently instructed him. “ I will break his spirit and fashion it to complement mine. I will subject him to pain and denigration. I will teach him to revel in it, reinforcing this with moments of warmth and tenderness. Clever yes? His whole word will be filled with me, not even his dreams will be his own.Would you like to join him?” I leaned forwards slightly pressing my last question into his mouth with almost sibilant hiss...

“I didn’t think so. Reading and doing are very different bedfellows are they not!”

Giving him a last scathing look I pushed off his lap and I left. It was time to return to my charge.


The slaver returned quietly to the cell leaning almost nonchalantly against the wall as her charge struggled to stand. Seeing her return Mutt immediately pressed the baton he was holding none to gently to the backs of One’s knees forcing him to kneel before her. She could feel his gaze on her from beneath his long almost feminine lashes. She of course looked good. She always did. She habitually favoured supple leather and today was wearing a deep burgundy jump suit which moulded her lithe curves like a second skin. Kick ass, fuck me heels completed her ensemble. Her hair was pulled severely back into a high no nonsense pony tail. She wore no make up, it simply wasn’t necessary to enhance her sultry looks.

Pressing away from the stone wall she smiled at him, sensually beckoning him with a crook of a slender finger. “You are sweaty, come, I will tend to you needs myself today. Jeff and Mutt will of course join us.” This was a non to subtle warning that he was to behave himself.

Not waiting for reply she turned and left the cell knowing that her entourage would dutifully follow her lead..

The bathroom she took him too was large and completely tiled. A toilet and a bidet stood to one side, a large ceramic bowl on a vanity beside it. A huge Jacuzzi tub was centred on a tiled platform against another wall. The third wall formed one side of a glass-walled shower big enough for a half-dozen bathers.

A few cushioned chairs and matching divan completed the fittings of the salle de bain. It all seemed so very normal to naked eye, except perhaps that the ceiling was covered with mirrors.

The slaver spoke in a gentle firm voice. “One, I am your Mistress. You shall address me as such , if and when I allow you to speak.” Mesmerized he nodded. “Good boy.” she told him as she wound a silver chain around his strong neck slipping it deftly through a skip loop, it hung between his nipples down to his belly button. It would feel cold upon his heated skin. “Lovely.” She purred.

The Mistress proceeded to lead one by his leash to the toilet. “Sit and empty yourself,” she ordered, and when she had done so she lifted the chain again and led him to the bidet where the warm water cleansed his bottom.

She then lead him to the shower, adjusted the water before removing the hose from its rack. The slaver made the flow strong and hot, and directed it first at her slave’s feet.

“Stand where you are!” she snapped as he instinctively recoiled from the jet of water; “Only move when I tell you.”

She methodically worked her way upwards to his knees and then told him to turn. His heels and calves were jet-washed next, and then she had him turn again. From knees to thighs next, and then she ordered him to turn again while he washed the back of his thighs.

She glanced at Mutt. ”Pay attention this is how it is done properly.”

“Spread your legs! Wide!” Was her next directive as she ran the jet up the insides of his thighs from behind. She lingered on the washing of his muscular arse, enjoying the play of the water jet on their sculptured surface. “Now your cheeks.” Unconcerned that the fully clothed Jeff would get a soaking too she bade him hold them open as she directed the jet right onto his dark and hairy hole. “Bend over!” was her next command. She pressed the jet of water hard against his asshole, forcing it open as she thoroughly cleansed him, flooding the hole without remorse. She lowered her aim, giving his balls a small and likely excruciatingly taste of what was surely to come.

“Stand!” was her next command and as One resumed his upright stance, his Mistress washed his back clean with the hose.

“Turn!” and now the jet blasted his crotch, tossing his balls cruelly from side. His Mistress played with the hose, directing it from left to right and top to bottom, round and around just to make his cock and balls dance for her pleasure.

His head was bowed and she finished by jet washing his head, hair, and face.

“ This extraneous hair must go I want him smooth! “ she commanded of her minions.

Out of the shower now she left him shivering while she disrobed before him slowly and sexily peeling off her clothing until she too was nude before him.

She then slinked off to prepared his bath. She then led him into the tub and joined him there herself, cradling him in her comforting arms.

“You’ve been good this morning; You've only had to be punished once. You can have this bath as a treat.”

She kept one arm around his strong shoulders while she thoroughly caressed him with her other hand, letting it roam freely and unconsciously over his body, exploring every inch of his flesh. Her hand inevitably settled between his strong legs easing them apart as they lounged in the warm, bubbling tub; her deft and practised fingers toying with his growing cock. They slid up and down his thickening length stroking firmly as they travelled. Meanwhile her other hand left his shoulder to caress his balls, alternately massaging and squeezing them, gently pulling and pushing his on sensitive flesh.

She brought him to the edge and back never allowing him to topple over.

Finally, she rested a single hand above his heart softly stroking to the slowing rhythm of his heartbeat as he began to succumb to the effects of the drug she had previously given him. She eased up from under him her voice soft and soothing as she finally spoke. “One, to give yourself completely to another, you must give up yourself in totality. Your identity must simply disappear; all that should matter is the person you give yourself to. She should be the sole reason for your existence...“

One was finally asleep, the slaver slid from the tub allowing Jeff to wrap her in a huge soft towel .

“ Gentlemen he’s ready for stage two. Take him to the deprivation bedroom, not his cell. Top up his drugs I want him to sleep until I am ready. Complete darkness, no noise.

The Mistress left one into their care and went off to her own bedroom to rest. She might just keep this one, was her last thought before she too was pulled into the sleep by the will of Morpheus...

Judging from Mutt's unnecessary cruelty when the mistress returned, Jordan guessed that the guy was jealous of him. Jordan saw the kick coming and tensed up to take it, not wanting his ribs broken or bruised. He knew how to take care of himself in a fight. He'd had enough of them in high school. Every other cock wanting a piece of him, thinking he was some sort of arch fucking bush hunter, or something, when he had never felt the pleasure of a woman... Yet. But he pretended he knew his shit, so the other boys would respect him more... The bullshit stories he'd told... Probably ruining more than one innocent girls reputation... But hey, he had to look out for himself, right? He had a reputation to maintain...

He didn't even stop to consider that maybe this was all just karma coming back to bite him on his meaty, muscled ass... To be frank, he honestly didn't even know the meaning of the word... Karma... Seriously! He WAS a jock... He had nerds he could threaten for that sort of shit, if he needed to act like he knew.

Jordan wanted to stand up and flex for the mistress, but Mutt wasn't having it, he pushed that fucking baton in the crook of his knee and made him drop in front of her with an "Oooph!" He looked up at her, red with embarrassment. She made all the girls in high school look like little kids... She was so smoking hot! A boyhood wet dream come true. What did she see in him other than his youth? He knew he was little more than a toy to her, but he wanted to be more, so much more!

What was going on? Where was this need for her approval coming from? He was a jock, he was the one that all the girls wanted to impress, to date, why did he feel so naked and inadequate under her gaze? Especially when she called him 'sweet', he wasn't sweet, he was a hunk... Wasn't he?

What was going on in his head? Mutt and Jeff lifted him by his arms and dragged him out of his cell, to some posh looking, rich bitch bathroom. It was so beyond his limited frame of reference that he didn't even recognize what the hell that toilet looking thing in the corner was! Something french, he figured. He looked up, his eyes rolling back, overwhelmed by it all, especially the birds eye view reflecting of them from the mirrored ceiling. If the dictionary had a picture of decadence in it, he was sure it was a shot of this room!

"Mistress..." He agreed, feeling dumb and compliant, not realizing he'd already committed an inexcusable violation by speaking without her explicit permission. He felt a rush of satisfaction as she purred the word "Lovely" in reference to his physique. He was exceedingly proud of his young and fit body, and it thrilled him to hear her take notice of it.

Leading him to the toilet and commanding him to eliminate threw him though. He had never, ever... EVER! Let someone stand there and watch him... Go! He looked up at her as he sat with uncertain eyes. He strained to get anything out, red with embarrassment, silently cursing himself, unsure if it was for having done it at all or if it was because he had struggled to follow her command.

She directed him to sit on the strange looking toilet next and the warm jet of water that sprang up to clean his behind made him jump in surprise. It was like a warm rush or water, cleansing him. He'd never felt anything like it. He wasn't sure if he liked it or if it was the queerest thing he had ever felt in his young life so far.

He immediately froze at her command to stay still, even though the streaming water was hotter than he liked. He didn't like hot showers, they made him uncomfortable, until he could get used to the heat...

He was beginning to like the mistress's treatments until she instructed Mutt in her methods and told Jeff to part his cheeks. "Oh god... No..." He muttered as Jeff pulled his ass cheeks open and felt the sudden pressure of a jet of water invade his bowels. He cried out and struggled, but couldn't stop it from happening.

She told him to stand and he did, tears in his eyes as he held back a sob and a butt load of hot water. "Please... I have to..." He felt the urge to eliminate again, and it was strong, almost unbearable. But he held it in with all his strength, even while she continued to spray him with that cruelly punishing jet of water.

He was whimpering with discomfort, struggling to keep from emptying his watery bowels all over the tiled floor.

She ignored him and stripped in front of him. The sight of her mature femininity sparked straight to his cock and he was erect in an instant. She slinked to the bath the two goons and prepared and he came forward, melting into her arms. He was still uncomfortable, but also putty in her hands, the duality of it confused him.

For a second, he thought she was going to make him cum with her silky, sudsy hands, but she knew the male anatomy better than he did and backed off when he felt like he was about to die of excitement, expertly bringing right to the edge of orgasm without allowing him to actually feel the pleasure of release.

Even though he hadn't cum, he felt complete, with her hand resting over his heart. He listened to her soft words as she got up to leave him in the tub, soaking wet. How was he supposed to do that? He had no idea. But he was beginning to crave that surrender, if it meant he could feel her touch him again.

"Deprivation?" He asked with a start, cracking one languid eye open "But I... Was good..." He protested, too drugged up to resist the two goons.

The Slaver had awoken in an excellent mood. She smiled remembering ‘Ones’ last words "But I... Was good..." he had protested, to drugged up to resist her goons. He really was too cute for words. He had no clue what was in store for him today. She however did. His Mistress couldn’t wait to get started on their day. She was almost salivating in anticipation.

After a fast slower, she slipped on a deep red pair of strappy fuck me heels, tied her long hair high in a tightly braided pony tail before striding from the room totally nude. Her long lean body moved with grace and purpose.

The Mistress was wired and ready but always careful she recognized her need to let of a little steam before she faced her charge again. She knew just the place to do it.

A quick detour to her dungeon proper she reverently made her way to the deep burgundy wall upon which her favourite whips were on display. Her eyes caressed each one then almost languidly she made her choice. “Come to momma baby,” she murmured reaching out for a lethal looking bullwhip. It had been made especially for her several years ago. Well worn, she and it had a very special bond. Almost like that of long time lovers. It was an extension of her own psyche and very real to her.



Carrying it possessively in her right hand she strode to the observation lounge and quietly entered.

As predicted an avid reader was already sitting reading but from an actual book this time. I won’t have to destroy the poor boys iPhone, she thought grinning wickedly. His legs were propped on the desk, and he was leaning precariously back in the swivel chair, one hand holding his book which was held upwards and slightly to one side. Deep into the pages of his story he hadn’t heard me enter. Perfect! I thought grinning even more, this one was in for a big surprise!

Raising my bullwhip in the air I let it fly. A loud crack filled the air seconds before it hit its target and the leather bound book flew out of his fingers and literally soured across the huge room.

What happened next was beyond funny. The startled man fell out of his chair turning in frenzied circles frantically feeling his body for the gunshot wound he was sure he would find. Spying me he stopped for a second before flinging himself on his belly as he began to plead for his very life. I had to use every ounce of control not to burst out laughing.

“ A bit jumpy this morning are we?” I enquired of him my face deadpan as with one toe I rolled him onto his back. His eyes widened as he took in the naked form proudly on display before him. As I slowly approached him I trailed the tail of my whip along the floor around his shivering body; up between his splayed legs, across his crotch and chest to gently caress his lips before coiling it to place it on the desk. Despite his obvious fear as I had moved I had watched with detached interest the bulge gaining momentum in his pants. Men! Thankfully they were so predictable and I was horny.

“ Unzip, I have need of your cock” I ordered knowing he would comply. “ My you are a huge one,” I told him as he unzipped his fly and a huge cock eagerly burst forth. I stood across his chest affording him a birds eye view of my smooth aroused cunt before without ceremony I went down into the side splits and impaled myself on his torrid erection. He hissed, his eyes almost bugging from his head. I laughed that little manoeuvre got them every time. But this wasn’t for my reader, he was here to service my pleasure not his own! After all I was allowing him a front row seat to my story.

“Come on let’s ride big boy!” I bent my knees, gripping his hips in a tight vice grip. Slapping his thighs to spur him on I began to ride him for my pleasure. My head was thrown back firm tits bouncing as I rode like a demon possessed; my tight sheath rippling possessively along his thick huge cock until without fan fare I came hard, brutally pummelling his massive erection as I slowed to an abrupt stop.

I grinned down at him. “So far I’ve allowed you to name me in your own mind. I wonder what you call me? I didn’t require an answer, instead I leaned in closer to place my full lips on his, sucking sensually on his lower lip before bitting gently down. Smiling softly I continued what essentially was a monologue. I didn’t really give a shit what he thought. “One really does need a name of ones own don’t you think? It enhances my story somewhat and is far easier on my writing. Let’s see, something generic I think?” My eyes lit up. “Dominique! Yes, that’s perfect, a small play on words. Dominique, Domme, Dominatrice, suites me perfectly.”

I un-skewered myself from his still turgid cock and stood placing my heeled foot against his dick pressing it sideways hard.

”And in future do NOT bring someone else's fucking writing into my story or next time I’ll flay the skin off your back, until you require stitches.

Today was a warning! Pass the word!”

A last brutal push against your cock I walked off to retrieve my whip and was gone...



Dominique entered the deprivation bedroom carefully, so as not to disturb her charges sleep. He still lay on his stomach. She watched him stir in his sleep, shivering as if he were cold. But the room was not cold, and he was warm to her touch. Something in his dreams must be chilling him and, whether good dream or nightmare, he simply could not be allowed even his dreams a space of his own, a place without his Mistress. That would come over time she knew with a certainty born of experience.

Quietly she assembled the tools she would need. Back to the bed, and she carefully locked a pair of strong shackles around his wrists. They were joined by an equally thick length of chain which was fixed to a huge hook embedded in the ceiling above the foot of the bed in the caverness room.

Sure of their fastening, and using a pulley system his Mistress suddenly yanked his arms brutally upwards, lifting his whole body until he was suspended from the hook. ‘One,’ would awake disoriented with a start, above a bed and dark room totally strange to him. Strange to ‘One’ but it was oh so familiar to the woman who possessed him, she could work at will in its familiar darkness.

The slaver stepped back from the bed and silently raised her six-foot bull whip over her head. A moment’s pause, and she brought it down, striking a diagonal from left to right where he knew his back would be. Just as in her observation room the intimidating crack came slightly ahead of the whip’s impact on his skin. She stood listening intently to his response, waiting to raise her whip again when her slave had sufficiently calmed . Up and down again, from right to left this time, and again a wait...

The use of a bull whip, was an art form in which Dominique was very skilled. This was his introduction; she was using the whip for its psychological effect, using it for it’s sound, thus impacting fear rather than true physical pain. In reality it would produce a slight stinging, burning feeling and mind blowing shock but no real damage. She had no wish to mar his beautiful skin. That would defiantly devalue her merchandise.

Wordlessly, Dominique looped it over ‘Ones’ head and around his strong neck. She drew it tight, slowly closing it on his throat until it was snug. A quick tug, choking his breath from him for but a moment before the lash roughly uncoiled from around his neck. No sooner was it free of his skin then she flicked it, snapping it viciously across both cheeks of his muscular ass. Another lateral stroke followed, wrapping the whip around his side and across his chest, spaced so the tip of the whip would crack on a tender nipple.

All motion suddenly stopped, once again she waited keeping him off balance before she stepped closer pressing her nude body to his, her warmth soothing her sweat cleansing, as she wrapped an arm almost lovingly around him, before roughly grabbing the same nipple and twisting it hard.

Her other hand still held the whip, and she turned it so the handle, made of the cock of the same bull that had provided the leather for the lash, was free. It was large and thick and rough, and she began to drag it back and forth between the cheeks of his arse stopping only to press the end insistently at the puckered entrance, a wicked promise of what might yet come. Her actions were course and rough yet her lips seemed to tell a different story as they caressed him warmly and tenderly, tracing the outline of his neck and shoulder like a sensual lover. Sometimes she dragged it back and forth along his cock which slowly began to harden in response.

Mistress played with her new toy like this for some time, stopping only when she felt his body trembling as if he would have either an orgasm or a breakdown.

Which it would be didn’t matter much to her, for she had accomplished her aim either way. Finally, satisfied, without warning she rammed the bull cock into his ass and left him on the hook.

On with the light. Only then did she snap her finger. Except for his rasping breath it was the only sound in the room. Mutt rushed in on cue with a hug mug of her favourite coffee, it’s delicious aroma permeating the room in seconds.

Dominique’s eyes remained trained on his suspended form as she enjoyed her first coffee of the day.

A bull whip can be as sexy as it is dangerous. It can create a range of sensations from delicate to cruel. It can be as subtle as a lover’s tongue or as frightening as a chain saw. Dominique idly wondered how he had found her use of it.


She was almost at the end of her coffee when she finally spoke her comforting voice washing over her captor like warm syrup.

“Well ‘One,’ did you enjoy today’s session?”

In One's dreams, he was watching the Mistress pleasuring herself from behind a thick pane of glass, there was nothing preventing him from gojng around the free standing panel, but he might as well have been caged behind bars, as he knew he could not reach her, his feet were rooted to the spot and he felt the delicious ache of want fill his loins, but was conditioned to stay put, trained like a dog not to cum for her without her explicit permission.

Of course that's not who Jordan was, or wanted to be, he was a jock, but One... One was a different creature all together... One who craved the Mistresses attention! If she only knew she was already in his dreams...

Rudely yanked out of his submissive dreams, Jordan shouted and cursed in pain and anger. "Ow! What the fuck!" One quickly cried out. "Forgive me Mistress!" There was no excuse for the jock inside him and he knew he would be punished.

At the first crack of the whip, Jordan yelped in surprise while One followed with a mewl of pleasure, both knowing they deserved nothing more than the lash for cursing at the Mistress.

Jordan hissed in pain while One moaned with pleasure as the second Lash landed across his back. This body with its two personalities at odds with each other, first tensee for a third strike, then went limp and hung from its bindings.

One let out a gargling whimper as the whip cut off his breath for but a moment, he feared her. Jordan wanted to spit in her face, he hated her. Of the two, One was most likely to survive her, so he kept his mouth shut tight, enduring the stinging bite of the whip on his ass and his nipple. Jordan hated pain... it was a struggle for One to remain in control. That is until his body felt the soothing touch of the Mistresses warm and healing flesh against it. Dropping his guard, he went limp against her, letting out a wracking sob as she ruthlessly pinched and tuned his nipple.

Up until the vile prodding Mutt had subjected him to the night before, Jordan had never engaged in any sort of anal play, well other than fucking a cheer leader or two up the ass. He had certainly never on the receiving end before, but now, here he was, with the blunt end of a bull whip threatening to push it's way inside of him...

"Oh... no, no, no! Please! Oh god, no!" He burst out in tears, his voice a strained and shaky sob. "Please... please dont fuck me in the ass with that... thing!" He was horrified by the thought of it ripping him open. So why was he getting hard? Jesus, was this what being raped felt like?! It was fucking with his head! The Mistresses mouth and breath, so erotic, the bull skin prodded at his ass... less so...

What was she doing to him? Why was he actually starting to want to feel that thing inside him?! He couldn't tell if he wanted would writhe in pleasure or wretch in disgust anymore!

Suddenly, without warning, he was full of bull cock! "Noooooo! Oh... oh... oh... no..." he howled and sobbed, feeling so full and ashamed that he kind of liked it...

The aroma of rich black coffee cut through the fog in his head, forcing him to become all too keenly aware of the state he was in.

Jordan wanted to be flippant and say "well, there's a cock in my ass, so, not so much, no..."

But One spoke for the two of them instead

"Did I displease you, Mistress? I promise I will be better next time... I swear!" He croaked out, his cheeks streaked with tears.

"Did I displease you, Mistress? I promise I will be better next time... I swear!" He croaked out, his cheeks streaked with tears.

"You didn’t displease your Mistress, in fact you were such a good boy One that I have decided that you deserve a reward." She leaned in to kiss the tip of his nose her aroused breasts lightly brushing his sensitive chest as she did so.

" I plan to give you a very special massage," she whispered, her warm breath caressing his earlobe with seductive warmth.

"Rest I shall be back soon.”

Dominique has been very pleased with his reaction, of course she would go over his tapes in detail later toMake sure she hadn’t missed anything pertinent.

“ Mutt, give our charge a nice bath. I want him hairless from the neck down and then bring him to massage room one. I’ll be needing two message beds side by side. Jeff I’ll need your assistance for this one. Meet me in one hour.”

Dominique had chosen Mutt for her pets bath to keep One slightly off balance. I’m wicked, she thought smirking as she passed Jeff her empty coffee cup before striding out of the door.

After quick shower she shrugged into a silk robe and headed to the observation room The slaver was all business .


“Good morning,” I told my reader my eyes assessing the man seated in the chair. I moved behind him as I stood silently watching Mutt giving One his bath. As expected he took many liberties with One’s body under the guise of a thorough job well done. I grinned.

“ My new acquisition needs some formal training,” I told my reader putting a hand on either of his shoulders and leaning down into him slightly. I was delighted as I felt him flinch beneath my fingers, happy that my reputation had proceeded me.

“I don’t know yet who his buyer will be or their requirements but I do know most require their slaves have staying power. He’ll need training in orgasm control. There are many techniques, some nice and some are...well not so nice.” I laughed out loud my voiced laced with venom.

I glanced down at his name tag as I brought my head closer to his ear. “I thought you might like to join us JohnBoy22, get a little first hand experience. Would you like that?”

I thought he might jump right out of his skin as he made to get up and run. My right hand clamped down like a vice on his right shoulder pushing him back onto the chair while my left popped a slip leash around his neck which I tightened briefly cutting off his breath.

His eyes were wild as I swivelled his chair to face me. “Relax JohnBoy this really will be fun. Don’t you want to be a big hit with the ladies, learn to Fuck them all night long never needing to take a rest?”

I tightened the leash with another tug and placed my face directly in front of his. “You are reading my story are you not, if you’d prefer a little cocktail to make you more complaint I can arrange it.”

He shook his head as much as he could. “I thought not! Follow me then, and keep up I hate dawdlers!” I tugged him upwards and strode from the room as he stumbled along behind me trying to keep up. ”Hands on experience is very valuable, you are lucky I choose you out of all my readers.”

Arriving at the message room with JohnBoy in tow I was pleased to see One lying on his back on one of the wider message beds.

Jeff this is JohnBoy 22 he begged to join us. I believe you have begun your training in this. Follow my lead.

JonBoy listen to my voice and DO NOT interrupt me. You are a fly on the wall nothing more.

Strip and lie down....

Now! JonBoy22”

I watched as he scrambled to comply. My God he was blushing like a ripe tomatoes. I wondered if all my readers were hung like horses. I chuckled at the thought.

The slaver did not as a rule fuck her charges. However, it was beholden of her to give them the best training she could, staying power was worth its weight in gold in more ways than one. It didn’t do to get merchandise returned for underwhelming performance. It simply was not good for ones reputation; it would be very bad for business.

In order to train One’s staying power she planned to introduce him to the art of Tantric massage. He seemed to be a fast learner and would come to recognize its worth.

The slaver left the room for a minute then returned armed with oils, hot water and plenty of towels. She discreetly motioned for Jeff to begin with JohnBoy; he knew the ropes.

Firstly, she went through the motions of washing One clean and patting him dry before ordering him to roll on his belly.

"Relax One, listen to my voice, I promise you will enjoy this very much in deed," she practically purred.

Shucking off her robe she turned on some soothing music and sensually rubbed some of the oil she had warmed, over every inch of his exposed skin before she began giving him a purely therapeutic massage. Starting with stroking and moving to knead the muscles of his neck, shoulders, buttocks arms and legs ending with sure strong strokes of effleurage; throughout The slaver had uttered not a word.

Then gently she guided him onto his back placing pillows under his head and knees and towel covered pillows under his hips. When she was finished his legs were spread apart and his knees were slightly raised.

Irritated by the noise coming from her right she turned her head towards the other table where JonBoy was pleading that he didn’t want a male touching his body. In a firm authorative voice she told him “You are a pussy Jonboy22. If you don’t cease your incessant whining I will have Jeff gag, beat and rape you! Jeff have Rose take over.” Glaring at my wimpy reader, she returned her attention back to One.

Speaking softly and reassuringly she spoke."One I shall give you a very special type of massage, it is called a Tantric massage, it is my gift to you, please trust me and let me take control.”

At his tentative nod the Dominique continued in the same gentle voice.

"While I am massaging you it is important to breathe deeply and slowly throughout."

Briefly, she instructed them both in the technique of deep abdominal breathing.

Her motives were anything but ultraistic, they were purely self serving if she were honest. It was business after all she would never herself benefit from this tutelage. It was of course a win win scenario for both of them.

She began expertly massaging the fragrant oil into his body. As she gently messaged his abdomen, thighs, feet, toes, chest, nipples and fingers with the sensual oil she continued with her soft explanations her voice low and seductive wanting him to fully understand what she was about to share with him her rhythms helping him slowly sink into deeper and deeper levels of relaxation.

“My slave according to Tantric ideals, your entire body will be massaged, including your sexual organs, nothing will escape my devoted attention. Your energy flow will be stimulated and your senses awakened as your body's sensitivity increases. The Sanskrit word for your cock is Lingam which means “Wand of Light” for it channels creativity and pleasure."

Smiling deeply into his eyes Dominique continued,

"Your orgasm is not the goal of my massage although it may be a pleasant and welcome side effect for you. One, surrender to my hands as slave to your Mistress, keep breathing deeply and keep your eyes on mine, surrender to your softer more, receptive side and experience pleasure from this non-traditional perspective; trust your Mistress to pamper you!"

One, she was pleased to see nodded once again his trusting but slightly wary eyes fixed on hers...

His sexy masseuse carefully poured a small quantity of oil on the shaft of his Lingam and testicles and began her message proper. His balls were first; taking the utmost care not to cause him pain in that sensitive area she messaged his scrotum gently, causing it and him to relax. She then turned her attentions to the area above his penis on the pubic bone using small concentric circles with the palm of her practiced hand, before descending to the Perineum, the area between his testicles and anus; reminding him in her soft soothing voice to relax.

The seductress then took her time massaging the shaft of his now erect Lingam, varying her speed and pressure.

Gently she squeezed the base of his cock with her right hand, pulling it upwards and sliding it off the end, immediately alternating with her left. She took her time with this.... rhythmically alternating left and right, left and right keeping time with One’s slow and steady breathing, "Follow my rhythm My slave... breathe she encouraged”

When the the Slaver was sure that One was in control again she reversed the direction of her motions squeezing the silky head of his lingam before sliding down and off, repeating the same rhythm, left and right, left and right.

Slowly... his breathing and her rhythm merged becoming as one!

Shifting her attention to the silken head of his cock she rubbed the whole of her soft palm around it as if she were juicing oranges continuing her attentions in a circular squeezing motion down the length of his thick shaft.

While she was working Dominique could feel his penis alternating between hard and soft; every time he came close to ejaculating the determined woman would back off a little until it had subsided only to resume again, she did this several times.

Smiling into One’s eyes she explained, “This is how it should be My slave , enjoy, ride the wave. Every time you feel yourself cumming slow your breathing and I will help you," she encouraged him.

"If we practice this enough it will allow you to fuck as long as are required to. You will easily become multi-orgasmic without losing a drop of your precious semen," Should your owner allow you to, that is. Her thought was silent as she did not want to spoil the mood she was creating.

She grinned wickedly.

"Would you like that My pet no restrictions just pure pleasure. Fucking all night long until you think you’ll die of pure exhaustion?"

Finally, leaving one hand massaging his manhood she moved a single finger to find his Sacred spot a small indentation between his testicles and anus; very very gently for this first time, she massaged the area until felt it soften and him begin to relax again.

"Breathe slowly," she again encouraged him kissing his forehead as she again as she slipped an oiled finger into his rectum to continue her massage, pausing to allow him to relax before continuing.

Delicately she probed within him, her hot eyes watching his face intently; Ones’s own eyes were now closed as he revelled in the exotic pleasure she was bringing him.

Slowly moving her finger around inside him she found his g-spot, the sudden opening of his eyes telling her the moment it happened, a now uncontrollable groan coming from his mouth as his breathing became ragged and husky.

"Perfect ....relax," she purred, "breathe!"

Watching his orgasm was pure perfection, it was both sensual and arousing to the Dominique; made even more so by the fact that barely a drop of his precious seminal fluid had been wasted in the delightful process.

Gently she removed her finger once again dipping her hands into the heated water to scoop up some of the precious oil, before running her hands over his entire body once again soothing and molding them to his oil sheered skin.

" You have a beautiful body Pet, I could devour you whole."

Her massage almost at an end she gently placed her body over his to softly kiss his lips before lying down beside him.

The lights dimmed as she pulled a soft blanket over them both.”You are mine One and if you are a good boy, this can be one of your rewards, ”she whispered seductively in his ear.

She flicked her finger in Mutts direction indicating he should evict their visitor. Mutt would make sure he was returned to the observation lounge. What JonBoy thought of his experience she really didn’t care, she’d simply liked mind fucking with him! She was sure this one would come back grovelling for more.

She grinned , maybe she’d train and sell a JohnBoy22 and keep One for herself! Would anyone realize it if one of her readers simply disappeared she wondered?

Dominique remained with One until he fell asleep and then had slipped from his side, donning her gown had quietly left the room.

“Stay with him Jeff, when he awakes feed him well then return him to his cell.”

She had left One sated for now...

One was elated, if his hands had been free, he would have clasped them to his chest as if he had just received his first kiss from his high school sweet heart. Jordan was still in his head, taking up unwelcome space, thinking "Well, it's about damn time!" One winced at the thought, Jordan needed to be silent, or he might just get One in trouble! It was her kiss on the tip of his nose that did the trick and banished the jock boys voice to a far distant corner of Ones mind. "Thank you, mistress..." One sighed, feeling relieved at the peace it brought him to not have to listen to Jordan any longer.

The light kiss would have been reward enough, but the touch of her breasts and the warmth of her breath nearly made him swoon as she whispered to him, his reward. A very special massage? Thank God Jordan had been banished for the moment! One just knew what he would have asked! "What? Like a happy ending?"

"Rest I shall be back soon.”

One did indeed rest, closing his eyes, he held the Mistresses image in his mind and focused his entire being on her, almost as if he were in a meditative state. That is until Mutt interrupted his calm and took him down, pointing him to a bath where he proceeded to shave him completely bare. One felt Jordan pushing in to try to say something in protest, but Mutt made One nervous, with the nasty things he'd done to him before, so he kept Jordan's homophobic comments at Bay by day dreaming it was the Mistress shaving him instead. Doing so actually made the ordeal tollerable, almost pleasant.

After Mutt had shaved him, not without some molestations, which One did his best not to react to, not wanting to give the man any satisfaction to encourage worse, he was lead to a massage table and instructed to lay on his back by a perturbed Mutt, apparently sore that he had not managed to get as much of a rise out of One as he had wanted to.

The Mistress arrived, with a stranger on a chain, JohnBoy22, she called him and gave him over to Jeff to deal with, but not without some sharp commands from the Mistress that sent a pleasureable shiver up Ones spine. He felt her power and adored her for it. JohnBoy went into an artless rush to respond to her and it made One feel contempt and a sort of numb, distant pity toward him, he was moving out of fear, not adoration, like One would have been.

There was a lingering moment of silence as final preparations were made to enact tis special massage that had been One's promised reward for pleasing the Mistress. She returned, with oils, warm water and towels, then washed him again before ordering him to turn face down. He complied, lovingly giving her his back. "Relax." She purred and One, who was already comfortable in her presence, turned to jelly, letting out a soft sigh of contentment.

He was already in heaven from the therapeutic massage and felt completely boneless by the time she urged him over into his back and even placed comfortable pillows under his head, knees and hips. Over the soothing music and the rhythmic beating of Ones heart, he thought he heard someone whimpering. It was of no concern to One though, as the Mistress dealt with it promptly and with perfect command.

One was tempted to crack a joke at the strangers expense and say. "Goodnight, JohnBoy." Where had he heard that before? Some old show his grandparents used to watch he thought. Little house? No... The Walton's or something like that.

"Tantric? Like a fit?" One asked, forgetting his place, he was so relaxed and in a state of euphoric dreaminess. He grinned, beaming, adding. "I trust you completely, Mistress."

Following her instructions, One breathed in the way she showed them. He must have caught on correctly, because it wasn't long before she began massaging his front, her voice seductively guiding him through the pleasureable process. If he hadn't come to adore her before, he would have fallen under her spell now.

What she discribed to One filled his mind with wonder, he was fascinated by it! If Jordan had been on the surface, he would have called it "some nerdy ass dnd shit" but would have been jealous of said nerds for getting some, even if it was sort of "gay" sounding. "Wand of light, twelve die six damage dood!" He would have mocked, but only out of insecurity. Thank God Jordan was pushed back still! He really was an asshole... Becoming One was preferred to being the jock.

The Mistress's smile set One's heart aflutter and he felt his heat rise for her. Her words filled his mind and he surrendered to her completely. He was mewling like a pup in no time. The only reason there was any wariness in his eyes at all was due to this JohnBoy in the room with them, groaning out his own pleasure.

It came as a surprise to One that she had yet to even begin massaging his, what had she called it? lingam? It all felt wonderful! He didn't know it could be like this! She took such care with him that he was almost positive she didn't even need to jerk him off to get him to cum for her! Her voice lead him through the experience and he was in complete awe, yet in complete calm at the same time. When she finally did start massage his lingam, he became aware of how in tune they had become with each other.

There was this strange flow of energy she worked up from deep within him and he hung on her every word, two in particular catching his full attention. "My slave." In that instant, he felt something click, like a collar around his neck and he knew he was hers!

She was like an artist, working clay, bringing him to the edge and back again, teaching him, again, claiming him as hers. Each time she did it, he felt shivers of delight run through him and the world would fall away, piece by piece. He was pretty confident that he was beginning understand her lesson.

However...

She grinned wickedly.

That grin alone, nearly made him cum! He jerked back a little with a strangled cry and bit the inside of his cheek to hold back, thankfully, she was so in tune with him that she knew what to do to help him hold as well!

"Would you like that My pet no restrictions just pure pleasure. Fucking all night long until you think you’ll die of pure exhaustion?"

"Yes! Please Mistress! Fuck me!" One begged her, exposing his true need to her.

She began to tease him the way Mutt had during his bath, but the way she did it felt much more delecate and artful than his dreadful prodding. One found himself giving way to her probing. She struck a chord inside of him and before he could stop himself, he was groaning and losing control!

"Perfect ....relax," she purred, "breathe!"

Even with her voice to guide him, he couldn't stop from exploding from within! The world went white for a moment and One couldn't think, he was lost to sensation, trying to cry out words of adoration, but they only came out as gargled jibberish. She had quite literally fucked him stupid!

One couldn't tell how long it had taken him to come back to reality, but he had not been aware of her removing her finger from his rectum. "Rectum? She positively Destroyed em!" He fought to himself with a giddy laugh, not knowing where it came from. She probably thought her touch had made him ticklish, but if she asked, he'd admit to his dirty, silly thought, but only to her.

"You have a beautiful body Pet, I could devour you whole."

He wanted to say. "Right back atchya, darlin!" And almost did, he was flying so high in the afterglow, but a deep adoration and a powerful respect had formed in his heart for her, so he could only blush and thank her for her precious compliments.

One was pleasantly surprised that the Mistress made to stay with him this time but didn't dare question it. He did risk resting his hand lightly at the small of her back, seeking the comfort of her warmth and quiet company before slipping into dreams. Feeling he belonged to her.

In the early morning I had returned to the observation room to find JohnBoy22 waiting on his knees practically grovelling, begging me to train him. The besotted boy assumed that it would be all about fucking and orgasms. In his mind it would be a cornucopia of delightful Carnal pleasures.

My eyes narrowed...I might have use for him later.

However, it wouldn’t do for him to witness what I had in mind for my slave first hand. He’d run! I grinned. I wanted his signature on the dotted line before he saw behind the pleasure trove. Oh there’d be pleasure but he’d have to earn it.

Smiling I told him that I would think on it. “Come back in 3 days and while your gone NO reading of my work. Spend your time learning how to kneel properly.” I was pleased to see he obeyed and in a millisecond was gone.

I returned my full attention to the monitor before me barely noticing when another took his place. He sat in his chair. I absentmindedly pressed a button immediately securing his arms and legs to the chair as I had done to my reader in scene one. I had to concentrate I wanted no interruption.

I pause and replayed the footage several times. He was almost there, almost fully mine. I trust you completely, Mistress. Please Mistress Fuck me? Loving devoted on mine most of the time. A compliance that I of course craved, yet there was something holding him back. Some little voice in his head, whispering in his ear. It wouldn’t do. I didn’t share.

I picked up the phone and I amended my instructions to Mutt while swatting my fingers across the back of his head “Pay attention boy you won’t want to miss what’s coming!”

The screen returned to real time. One was in his cage where I’d had provided him a small table and chair. Mutt was dressing him in a shirt and pants.He pushed his charge to sit before giving him his meal. One looked almost relaxed.

I turned to my reader, “One looks so trusting, so innocent, so normal sitting there doesn’t he? He has no clue as to what will happen next. I am almost sad for the poor boy.”

I swatted my reader again , harder this time, “I said almost boy do NOT make the mistake of thinking me soft”

We both turned our attention back to the screen where we watched Mutt gave him 10ccs of Pavulon. One assumed it was his daily vitamin shot and made no effort to resist. Yes! my delightful boy was so trusting...

“The drug Mutt is giving him is called Pavulon. It’s a skeletal muscle blocker. When it kicks in One will be unable to move or speak however, he will hear feel and see every single thing I subject him to.” My reader looked horrified, “Oh don’t worry it wouldn’t do him any permanent harm. I know my drugs.” I told him reassuringly.

We both watched as after a few minutes One simply keeled over and fell off his chair onto the stone floor of his cage. His trusting eyes now looked as horrified as my readers had been seconds ago and we hadn’t barely stared our sessions yet. I chuckled in delight.

“I plan to write shorter post for this section of my story,” I confide conspiringly. “It makes for more a more dramatic effect and I really want us all to enjoy his every reaction, missing nothing!”

I picked up the phone again.” Mutt take him to the Lab if you please, And strap him to the gurney.”

We watched as Mutt hefted up the unresisting Slave over his broad meaty shoulders as if he weighed nothing at all.

I picked up a wicked looking knife and slammed it down into the seat of his chair between my captive readers thighs mere inches from his unsuspecting cock before pulling it out and slowly trailing it over his groin, up his chest popping buttons one by one, gently across his soft lips to finally caress almost lovingly his trembling cheek. I softly began to speak again, my voice lowered almost to a purr.

“I take it you don’t want to come with me? The reader who visited yesterday really enjoyed his experience .” I watched his eyes widen as he nodded a very definite no. I laughed.” To bad that really is your loss”

I pressed the button to release his bonds before sashaying slowly and sensually towards the door still carrying my wicked hunting knife in one slender hand.

As was my preference I was wearing my usual skin tight leather jumpsuit, today it was in a deep blood red; it moulded my sensual form like a second skin. I wore, black fuck me if you dare heels and my hair was pulled back in a severe no nonsense bun. For this section of training I had painted my long nails to match my jumpsuit.

“Enjoy the rest of the story.” I advised him.”Do not not make a mess on my carpets .” I disappeared through the doorway perhaps to hell.




The Lab she had referred to looked like a cross between an operating room and torture chamber, an apparition straight out of Frankenstein’s medieval laboratory.

The walls were mutated shades of greys and whites, the imposing décor a hodgepodge of indefinable apparatus, some freestanding some embedded in the rough stone walls. Haphazard shelves were covered with bottles and potions, wall hooks graced the walls on which were displayed coils of rope, whips and all manner of indefinable things.

This room of unspeakable horrors was a workshop of sorts her own private laboratory, her little shop of horrors.

Was she a witch, a demon? No she was a successful slave trader and One her unsuspecting pray or perhaps he would be something more . His next sessions would tell the tale.

She watched her eyes inscrutable as Mutt secured him to the table, the bindings across his chest and hips were merely for effect, he couldn’t move the drug had seen to that.

“That will be all Mutt I shall call you if I need your assistance.”

The Slaver moved closer to One her eyes softand reassuring as she caressed the plains of his cheek softly as she looking deeply into his now frightened eyes. “No use in struggling my pet, you are not going anywhere until I will it.” The icy coldness of her words belied the softness of her beautiful eyes.

The drug should last 30 - 45 min and then she would need to insert an IV as the dosage would have to be maintained.

“Do you remember what I told you on your first day in your cage. No? Then let me refresh your memory. I explicitly told you.

You are mine I own you all of you. From this point forward every privilege will be earned; food, water, clothing, even the right to speak. Everything in your world will be dictated by me. You will breathe because it is my will. In another session I specified that I desired all of you even your thoughts, your dreams.

Ahhh! now you remember I can see it in your eyes.”

Dominique leaned forwards and pressed her sensual warm lips to his. “You are doing very very well, but One you are holding something back from your Mistress. You can’t be truly mine if another is whispering in your ear.

Jordan must leave us completely I think you under stand this. I don’t do threesomes unless less it’s is MY will to do so!”

This hopeful will be your last training session. It is a test of your trust in me...”

The slaver stepped back.

“Let’s see what we have here? Of course she knew she’d seen him naked, her words were purely for effect

Dominique spread out his arms and legs wide rendering him open and vulnerable to her will savouring their dead weight as she did so. She could feel his eyes following her every movement. He was a trapped animal she could smell his fear!

Taking her time she picked up the wicked looking hunting knife and brought it close to his chest delighting in his reaction; it was all in his stricken eyes and the reaction of his sensitive skin as the dark hairs stood up in stark terror as she trialed it from his throat down towards the V of his shirt.

A fine line of blood followed in its wake.

Dominique licked her suddenly dry lips feeling a hot wetness between her thighs.

“Mmmm You respond very well little One.” As does your Mistress, I she thought grinning wickedly.

Without further ado she methodically cut off every scrap of clothing from his masculine form leaving him wearing nothing but his boxers. She trailed the tip of her knife across the slumbering phallus still hidden by the thin material.

“What do you think One , if I choose to sell you do you think will you be needing this?”

The knife poised her eyes returned to lock with his...

One was confused, why had he been drugged again? Whatever it was he had been injected with had left him paralyzed. He was scared, left alone with Mutt, there was no telling what he might do to him. One was past caring that he was a man playing with other men, it upset him only because he felt he belonged to the Mistress and yo her alone.

When finally, she came into view, dismissing Mutt, one began to relax, his mind set at ease by her presence. Her reminder that he belonged to her in all things have him a feeling of elation, so when she told him he was holding something back, he wanted to deny it, but he couldn't, he knew she must mean Jordan's voice! That bastard! He had betrayed One! And now he was going to pay for his transgressions!

One wanted Jordan's voice silenced for good as well, but he had no idea how it could be done, how was one supposed to kill the original personality in ones head? The Mistress had a hunting knife and One couldn't hide his fear. As jordan, he had gone hunting with his father and knew well what a knife like that could do to flesh, had she picked that particular knife knowing it would make him tremble?

The point was so sharp that with just the weight of the blade drawn lightly along his skin, she was drawing blood.one whimpered, not in pain, but terror, he didn't want to die, of be cut up! He... He wanted to remain whole and unblemished, so that he would be attractive for his Mistress! Unless she liked scars... Then he knew he would bare them with pride whenever she pleased, if they pleased her.

Having her cut his clothes away, though, that was really quite a turn on and even as she asked him if she chose to sell him, would he need his, what had she called it earlier? Lingam? Would he need it?

"No Mistress, without you to command it, my lingam would be of no use to my new owner!" He answered honestly. "One belongs only to you, my Mistress! If One were given to another, One would only become an empty shell to be used, for One is bound to you!"

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I make a brief visit to the observation room to simply kick my reader from it. “The next two days will be closed sessions,” I told him in a no sense manner.”Out!”



The knife poised her eyes began relishing the story book of emotions she could clearly read in One’s expressive eyes. Her heart skipped a beat and she ran her tongue over lips suddenly parched.

Men and their cocks, she thought grinning. Most had no earthly idea what potential they really had between their legs; a thick meaty cock was meant for so much more than simply fucking. This slave would discover so many wonderful sensations that could be had, how exciting pain could be... eventually he would come to thank her of that she had no doubt.

His next words almost gave the slaver pause ,

"No Mistress, without you to command it, my lingam would be of no use to my new owner!"

He had answered honestly, he sounded sincere."One belongs only to you, my Mistress! If One were given to another, One would only become an empty shell to be used, for One is bound to you!"

Dominique had to be sure he spoke the truth and that this was not simply an utterance of primal fear.

What if he didn’t really mean it? Mentally she shrugged, cocks and their males were a dime a dozen and this world was truly her playground was it not? This slave however enticing wouldn’t make her become weak at this stage in her career, she was sure of it!

He means it , he would give up his cock for you! Her inner voice hissed into her now deaf ears.

"Don’t worry One, I shall take a closer look before I make a judgement call, a too hasty decision wouldn’t do now would it?" As she spoke she peeled the form filling boxers from his slender hips slicing them slowly from below waistband to mid-thigh on each leg with the tip of her devilish knife.

One couldn’t raise his head to follow her progress but he would feel, oh yes he would feel every delicious motion of her knife caressing his sensitive skin, creeping ever closer to his precious manhood.

With a flourish she sliced through the ribbed waistband and ripped the boxers out from under him much as a magician would a tablecloth from under a laden table.

Her eyes were immediately drawn to the semi tumescent appendage which seemed poised between fear and perhaps…excitement?

“My One ! Who would have thought?” she purred hefting his cock slightly with the flat of her blade watching with delight as his balls tightened pulling closer to his body while his cock pulsated into a semblance of life where it rested uneasily.

"You show promise much promise! "

"If you continue to respond as well I may let you keep your cock and balls."

Dominique flipped his heavy cock off the blade which she laid crosswise on the flat of his trembling belly, its sharp surface only the merest of inches from his manhood.

Saying nothing more she dropped the center portion of the gurney and raised his legs which were attached to what now resembled a pair of stirrups fastening them securely as she worked. She took her time to spread his legs to her satisfaction unbeknown to one she was practically drooling, she felt like a starving woman who had been finally presented with her favourite meal.

Moving around the gurney she gently lifted his head to to rest it on a slanted foam block which raised his head so he has a clear view of her handiwork.

She leaned closer placed a soft kiss on his forehead. "Are you ready for some fun?" she whispered as she moved her lips down the bridge of his nose before flicking it across his slightly parted lips suggestively, allowing him to breathe in the scent of her arousal. "Mmm.. I can barely wait," she purred sucking suggestively on his lower lip as she pressed her breasts against his naked chest, rock hard nipples proclaiming how aroused she truly was.

Suddenly she straightened ."Enough foreplay let's begin shall we?"


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One was enthralled, the sensual way his Mistress ran her tongue along her lips had a physical effect on his body. He was helpless to resist her in every way, but deep down, in his heart of hearts, he felt no fear, because he knew he was hers to do with as she pleased. The threat of the knife against his skin was exciting, he couldn't understand why, but it was. It illicited a wide eyed look that might easily be mistaken for fear and his breathing was irregular and trembling as he awaited her next action.

Had his declaration really surprised her so much? She didn't seem to believe him! He began to feel, feeling devestated by the notion that she would distrust his complete and utter devotion to her. "Mistress... Please... I... I love you!" He sobbed, losing all control. Her words calmed him slightly, but he was left in quite a state, one where he began to make slight hiccuping sounds, like a babe that had cried too long and had some sort of emotional feedback from it.

The fabric of his boxers split with uncomfortable ease at the knifes edge and he heard it tear away from his skin, like a second skin, being shed. The cold steel against his skin remained out of sight, but he was somehow able to track it in his minds eye, knowing where it was and what it was up to in her deftly talented hands. She could have made a Vegas show out of what she was doing to him! For a moment, one fantasized about that:

"Ladies and gentlemen! The Las Vegas Bunny Room is proud to present, for your viewing pleasure, the incomparable, the exquisite, the astounding... Mistress Dominique, and her handsomely devoted assistant, One! Give her a big round of applause!" The silk-sly voice of the announcer would say as lights came up in a smoke filled room, while she circled him, laid spread eagle for the faceless crowd to enjoy. She'd make a magic trick out of stripping him naked, just as she was in reality. The fans would ooo and awe in wonder at the spectacle and...

The sound of her purring voice brought One back to reality, which, to be honest, wasn't much stranger than the fiction he had been day dreaming. He felt waves of heat flow through him at her words and struggled not to squirm in delight over hearing them. "They are yours, Mistress, to do with as you please!" He gasped out in ernest as she gave his cock a flip, like it were a breakfast sausage. "Ah!" He cried out in surprise as she suddenly dropped the gurney he was laid upon.
He had no idea how accurate the idea of him becoming breakfast really was, she was unreadable in her cool as she prepared him for her meal!

The kiss upon his forehead centered him, her whispered words made his cheeks flush with heat as the draw of her lips and flick of her tongue drew a moan from his lungs. Drawing in a sharp breath, he was filled with the scent of her arousal, and he imagined it working it's way into his blood stream, like a drug, altering his perception. Consumed by the sensation, he whispered an admission that surprised him. "You run in my veins, Mistress."

Suddenly she straightened ."Enough foreplay let's begin shall we?"

One's eyes flew open in stunned surprise, if that was foreplay, then what she had in store for him next would likely consume him whole!

One thing was certain, he would never be the same after this!

"Mistress... Please... I... I love you!" Her eyes had briefly flicked to his at his earnest declaration. We shall see, she thought returning to her work.

The slaver was all business as she stroked him to hardness and clamped a cock ring around his penis to ensure he stayed that way. A special cock ring it had a metal conductor built into it which was attached to her tens machine.

She placed what looked like a little metal helmet snugly over the head of his cock from which she then pulled out a small plug from its center. It too was attached to the machine. Blowing into the small hole directly onto the entrance of his Urethra she smiled almost lovingly up at One.

”Nice yes, not half as nice as what will happen next, relax, enjoy it’s going to happen so you may as well have fun don’t you think?” Her question was rhetorical.

Not bothered by his growing horror she turned on the machine just to the point where it would send an almost pleasant current of electricity along his shaft stimulating the dorsal nerves of his hard prick. She turned the current rhythmically down and up knowing she would be sending waves of pleasure along his cock as if she herself were stroking it…he would cum soon if she allowed it…it would be inevitable.

One had absolutely no control over what was happening to his body or the soft moans he was struggling to hide from her.

The poor hapless lad didn’t know it but Dominique was indoctrinating him slowly, even kindly into her world of pain. Kind or not however this little lesson at its completion would show him clearly who was in charge of his will; mind body and soul he would be hers.

Dominique continued monitoring One’s responses adjusting the dial upwards slightly in increments simulating the motions of a firm and persuasive hand along his cock until she knew that he was about to shoot his load. It was then she spoke her voiced laced with humour.

“You know My gorgeous pet that you will never be allowed to cum again unless I give you permission, perhaps a small lesson as to which of us is in control is in order don’t you think?”

She turned up the dial another notch and watched with delight as his body began to writhe and buck as his cock thickened as it prepared to shoot its wad into the air.

The slaver grinned as she picked up the small metal stopper allowing Jon to see as as she shoved it deep onto the small opening in his uthreea effectively preventing his impending orgasm.

She turned the dial to maximum for a brief excruciating millisecond before shutting the machine off and fastening her lips to his mouth her kiss both demanding and possessive.

Finally she tore her lips from his...

“You must learn restraint One, this is what is known as a ruined orgasm. After a few more you will truly learn to appreciate what an orgasm at my hand truly is…exquisite pleasure... It really is what I do excel at.” She patted his belly smiling into his eyes.

She glanced at her watch and at his quivering and still rock hard erection, it stood tall and proud quaking like a fish out of water. Unmoved by the grotesque apparition nor the wide eyed look of horror on his handsome face The slaver simply turned on heel and left the room.

It was time to prepare another dose of his medication, it wouldn’t do for him to regain control over his body until she was good and ready to hand it back to him.

Although...Dominique was sensing that One was indeed truly hers now and wouldn’t even need the second shot.

It wouldn’t do for her to be cocky! Perhaps a quick review of the tapes just to make sure that Jordan was indeed truly banished from One’s mind ...

Left alone in the dark room, bound to his Gurney, One whimpered and groaned, writhing against his restraints, trying to get even just a little more pleasure out of his squirming, but it was for naught, there was nothing he could do to find release, either from his bondage, or from all of his pent up sexual frustrations! He panted and growled deep in his throat, feeling the animal in him rising to the surface, feeling his grip on reality beginning to slip. Closing his eyes, he tried to banish all thought, save for his Mistress.

In the silence of the dark room, One thought he heard something move... He opened his eyes with a start and looked into the darkness. Something... Someone was there... "Who? Who are you?" His mind racing, going a little mad. He had to be insane! For, from out of the shadows came Jordan, as though he were real, and in the flesh. "Fuck man... Look at yourself! That bitch is turning you into a god damn freak! What the fuck is wrong with you? Get your shit together and get the fuck out of here, you god damn bitch boy!"

One went from wide, disbelieving eyes to a sneer as he suffered through the abuse of his own inner demons, made manifest in that which he had quickly come to loath in himself! Jordan! Was he real? If he was... He could die! "Seriously? You think you can kill me? You dumb fuck! I'm you! How you gonna get rid of me? I'm years of living in society, I'm the Jock, you mother fucker! Im the one that gets you laid, that wins all your games for you, without me, you're nothing but a toothless little pussy! Come on! Get angry you fuck! Come on! Fight for your god damn freedom from this fucked up hell hole! Come o..." One had stopped listening. closing his eyes, he evened out his breath and smiled to himself. If Jordan could become manifest, even if it was all in his head... Than why couldn't One?

It was quite literally an out of body experience, he found himself being both his prone body and the vile thing that called itself Jordan. "Excuse me." One interrupted, stepping out of the shadows, right behind Jordan. "I think you should really just shut the fuck up now..." Jordan turned in complete shock and just stared at One, mutely. "And die." One sprung at Jordan, catching him by the throat with both hands. Jordan grasped at One's wrists, trying to break free of the choke hold, but it was pointless, this was not a matter of muscle, or physical strength, this was One's will against the pathetic hate and ego that once ruled over him. Jordan would die, One made sure of it, wringing the life and breath out of his deposed king of nothing.

Jordan looked up at One as he sunk to his knees, choking without a sound, fear and hate in his diminishing eyes. One only smiled softly, knowing he had done the right thing. Limp, in his grasp, One let Jordan fall to the floor, laying there, still and dead. One just looked on for a moment in silence before fading away as well, returning, seemingly, to his body, asleep, alive and as One.