MEETING MISTRESS GERTRUDE

The Awakening

I looked at the man’s body stretched out on the X-shaped cross, where my slaves, mel and sofia had dragged him and cuffed his wrists and ankles. The St Andrew shaped cross was a brilliant mechanised number that a friend of mine designed and then constructed for me. It was made from hard aluminium so that it was light and easy to manoeuvre. The big X was made from thick tubes which crossed just above the buttocks of whoever was tied to the cross. The hand cuffs were attached to it permanently and were fully adjustable to the height of the slave. Above and below the spot where the tubes met, were thin planks of metal that would support the slave were he or she swivelled horizontally. Once swivelled, the cross formed a sort of an altar which would easily and securely support the weight of any slave. The sheets of metal were adjustable in such a way that the slave could be accessed and penetrated vaginally (in the case of female slaves) and also anally(for both sexes). Attached to the tubes were also various leather belts, which could be fastened around a slave’s torso, stomach, hips, arms and legs. It was the most useful, and exhilarating, present I have ever received in my life.

It was this young man’s turn to experience my cross. He was fastened to the cross with hand and ankle cuffs and also by belts at his ankles and wrists so that his skin would not be cut in case he tried to free himself from the cuffs. Additionally, there was a belt at his waist and on his chest and a blindfold covering his eyes. All of these would come off later as indeed would the slave himself but he was yet to warrant that privilege. His dick was looking limp and small without the hair which mel and sofia shaved off when he lay there oblivious to our preparations.

He was a nice looking would be slave, tony was his name. He was one of those dark and handsome types, dark hair, olive skin, probably brown eyes, it would be very unusual if he had different colored eyes. On his chest, to the right, he has a tattoo of a snake, a cobra, coiled and ready to strike and another tattoo, an armband on his left arm, one of those typical Celtic jobs. He probably got them when tattoos were all the rage a few years ago. They looked old enough. How rebellious of him! Oh but wait! There’s also a nipple piercing. This boy does think he’s wild! Mmmmm, I have got a lesson to teach him!

It would be a few more minutes until the drug wore off. I wandered what he would do, finding himself naked, blindfolded, handcuffed and stretched out. Totally defenceless. Totally surprised. I am sure this arrogant little shit did not expect this type of treatment from me. I left the room and directed mel and sofia to take their places, and then went to check with Michael, who was upstairs adjusting the various remote cameras in the room used to film the initiation. This man did ask for a video or photos of his initiation, but I am not so sure that he will show them to anyone after this is over.

Michael and I were watching the TV screens as tony woke up. mel and sofia were standing on both sides of his outstretched arms, both naked except for dog collars that I have always told them to wear. Finally, he fully came to, and started to appreciate his situation…and then the panic set in.

"What the fuck?! Get me off this fucking thing! You fucking drugged me! You will pay for this! Shit! Get these fucking handcuffs OFF ME!!!" He begun to yell and scream but mel and sofia did absolutely nothing, they didn’t respond to him, didn’t look at him, not even bat their eyelashes at his screams. He tried more yelling, more threats, pleading, begging, pretending he had a heart condition, assuring them they were crazy, criminal and about to die. I waited. They have all tired out in approximately half an hour.

"Start filming Michael, tony is about to become a slave" I said to Michael, as I walked downstairs.

I opened the door to the initiation room and walked to the front of the cross. I motioned to slave mel and slave sofia to come and sit at my feet which they obediently did. tony tried to blindly follow the source of any noises in the room.

"Now who the fuck are you? Untie me fucking now!!!"

"You will speak only when told to, if you don’t I will have you gagged. This is the initiation you so desperately desired. I am Mistress Gertrude, we spoke on the phone, remem..."

"Get me off this fucking thing you bitch!!!" he interrupted me. I walked up to him and slapped him hard on the face.

"Gag him slave sofia" sofia got off her feet, lowered the cross and then placed a shiny red ball gag inside tony’s mouth. He tried to scream, move his head away and bite her, but she was too quick for him, after all she has done this many times.

"This gag will not come off until I feel like you’ve deserved it. You have come here out of your own will and you will not leave until you have become a good slave, which will not be long, I can assure you. During this initiation you will experience pain and humiliation which you have not even imagined before. Soon you will begin to expect this pain and humiliation and it will also begin to feel more and more pleasurable until you cannot live without it. This is my role as your Mistress, and I have not yet failed to bring this out in any of the slaves I broke. By the end of the initiation you will be submissive like sofia and mel here, begging me to beat them, to humiliate them. After the initiation, I may chose to take you on as one of my prime slaves, which will allow you to discover pleasures so dark, pleasures that you don’t even know exist."

"From now on you are tony, you are not a full person, you are a slave, just like sofia and mel. You all exist only because I let you. When addressed, you will refer to me as Mistress. If you speak without permission, or disobey me in any other way you will be punished. Oh, and there is no way for you to stop the initiation, there is no safeword, nothing you can do that will disrupt this scene. The initiation has four stages. The first one involves breaking you by whipping, the second will shatter your own will through torture, the third will crush you through humiliation, and the fourth... I’ll let the fourth be a surprise, I’m sure you will learn to like it."

The bitch was standing there right in front of me telling me I was going to be beaten, tortured, and humiliated, as if this wasn’t humiliation enough! I didn’t know what to think or do. Was I going to come out of this alive? I mean my mother would eventually call me and when she and the work didn’t hear from me they would call the police. Maybe those morons I call friends would then realise that I disappeared because of that stupid dominatrix bet, then again, I never told them that I actually called the number. I just wanted to surprise them with some photos. Fuck, fuck fuck!!! What the fuck will happen to me?!

The gag in my mouth was becoming uncomfortable, it was pushing my tongue to the back of my throat. I had to be careful the way I was breathing because I knew couldn’t depend on these psychos to notice that I am suffocating. Fuck, I don’t even know how many people are in the room, or where the fuck am I. I knew there were two people standing on either side of me and then the bitch in front of me. But there could be a fucking audience watching for all I knew! If only I could loosen these straps I had everywhere, but they did strap me up pretty thoroughly, I couldn’t fucking move let alone free myself! Suddenly I heard the Mistress’ voice.

"slave sofia, bring in the whips and the paddle."

"FUCK OFF!!!" I tried to scream but because of the ball gag, I could only manage small grunts and squeaks. I was really scared. The chick to the left of me moved away. When she was gone the Mistress instructed the other one to excite me. I felt someone’s hands run over my body. She was twitching my nipples, jerking off my limp cock and running her hands and nails over my chest, thighs, and all around my dick. But I was just too fucking scared to get hard, too fucking bad for them!

"Do it properly slave or I’ll whip you too!" I heard Mistress’ voice. The slave was probably that blonde chick, I thought. She looked OK, but fucking drugged me! All of a sudden I could feel her rub her tits against my cock, I knew it was Mel then, she had exactly the full, heavy tits that would feel like this. She kept on rubbing her tits, and then I felt her warm breath around my groin. I felt her eager lips around the head of my limp cock, her tongue licking and circling around the head and down the shaft and her hand starting to massage my balls. Oh no, I felt my cock begin to wake, begin to get hard, how the fuck could I stop myself? Then, I heard the noise of the other one returning. That was that cold looking bitch with red hair, I could almost feel her cold stare burn right through me.

"Give me the cat-o-nine tails." I heard the mistress demand. She then walked closer to me and I suddenly felt this pleasurable stroke across my chest and my nipples. Well that was all right, I thought, I could handle that, especially with this sexy slut sucking me off, I wish I could watch now! This was cool! I could feel this stroke on my nipples and it felt good, just with the tiniest amount of stinging that was all the more pleasurable. Yeah, I liked this!

"Do you like it slave? Nod your head for yes and no." The Mistress spoke. I was nodding my head wildly. "OK, lets give you some more." She said, as I felt the sharpest pain I’ve ever felt across my chest and then another. She was beginning to whip me properly now. I was screaming in my gag now as Mel continued to suck me off. She placed a cock ring on my cock so that no matter how much pain I was in I still kept hard. Another slash burned across my chest. I swear I could feel blood beginning to drip down my torso, I was going to have hell fucking scars, if I came out of this alive that is! She kept whipping me, a slash every few minutes or so as Mel continued to suck my dick. I didn’t know how long it kept going on, minutes or hours, all I could concentrate on was the pain I was feeling on my chest, and the pleasure of Mel sucking my cock. Maybe I would faint, maybe I was losing lots of blood.

"Enough for his chest, slave sofia hand me the paddle and relieve slave mel at what she’s doing." I heard Sofia try to protest and Mistress respond "Get to it now or you will be the one being beaten and then fucked. Now!" I felt Mel’s mouth move away and another mouth replace it. This bitch was sucking like she was forced to, not like she wanted to. She was rough and at times painful. Then, I felt a slap on one side of my naked ass. Before my skin could get used to the stinging another slap came and another. My waist was strapped to this thing that the rest of my body was tied to so I couldn’t even move my ass away from the blows of the paddle. Every time I was slapped on the ass, my cock got pushed further into Sofia’s mouth. She was basically deep-throating me, but only because she had to.

"Take off that cock ring slave sofia and suck him till he comes in your mouth" Mistress instructed her. I felt the cock ring being removed but my dick remained hard in spite of the pain. Sofia continued to suck it as my ass was being smacked. For the first time in this ordeal I could feel pleasure building up in my balls, pleasure which was still connected to the pain I was feeling. At least this bitch was going to get a load of my juice down her throat! I could feel that Sofia was not enjoying this experience, she wanted it over and done with as soon as possible. She held onto my shaft and balls with her hands and jerked me off trying to get me off as quickly as possible. Having her hand on my shaft also prevented my cock being rammed down her throat, she only sucked on my head now. Mistress must have noticed what Sofia was trying to do.

"slave sofia I know you don’t like him very much, but you will not disobey me like that!" The spanking of my ass stopped and I felt the Mistress move over towards Sofia, ask her to position herself for a paddle and then with my cock still in Sofia’s mouth I heard the sharp sound of Sofia’s ass being paddled. Ha ha ha, the bitch was getting what she deserved!

"sofia you will now suck tony, and do it properly, as I beat your pretty bottom. You will use your full mouth and throat to suck him off and your hands only to please him, not to make this easier on yourself. Nod your head if you understand. Good, now continue!" Smack! I heard another blow on Sofia’s ass. My own ass was raw, my chest was burning, I’m sure I was covered with welts and probably bleeding, at least a little. But Sofia’s action were working wonders for the other parts of my body! Once she put some effort into it this chick knew how to suck cock! With her lips tightly around my shaft, her tongue working wonders around the head of my cock, and moving in so deep I was touching the back of her throat, I knew I wouldn’t last long. Unexpectedly, the Mistress directed Mel to put a ‘cream’ on my whipped skin. It was probably going to be some antiseptic so that my wounds would not get infected - at least they knew what they were doing!

I felt Mel’s cool hands touch my stinging skin, the cream itself was warm, she rubbed it in, first onto my buttocks and then started on my chest. With this sort of treatment I was going to cum within a few seconds. And then the burning started! The cream must have had some sort of stuff in it that made sensitive skin burn. And burn it did! My whole chest and ass cheeks were on fire. I tried tensing my muscles, moving the little mobile parts of my body but to no avail, I could not stop that stinging sensation. That’s when Sofia intensified her efforts even more. She sucked and licked and swallowed all of my cock, as the Mistress intensified her paddling. Suddenly I could not hold off anymore in spite of the burning. Actually, the burning added to the sensation, I exploded deep into Sofia’s mouth. I felt her swallow my cum, gobble it up and continue sucking until the last of the drops were down her throat. She didn’t take her lips of me until my dick went limp, even though the Mistress stopped paddling her long ago. Then they all stopped, got up and left. I could not hear or feel anyone or anything in the room.