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| MissLioness |
on Mon 31 May 10, 11:19 PM to MissLioness's blog.
I remember that Sunday well as the end of a wonderful weekend with friends in, but also for the plans hatched, decisions made later that night by the much respected Mistress. Over the following days she revealed her exciting plans for me gradually, bit by bit in thrilling texts. I was to be confined to a Punishment Cell, imprisoned in chains and left in the dark for her pure whim and amusement. This I knew was part of her conditioning programme to see if I could prove worthy to continue and serve as her Slave.
The day arrived and anticipation grew into excitement during the Journey to her Cells. This quickly turned into nerves and fear as we neared our destination. On arrival her submissive girl was instructed to serve tea not just for two, but for me as well. She watched my every expression knowing that I had been originally told I would be led straight to the Punishment Cell and waiting while we drank tea would spark my nerves and emotions even more wildly.
Finally Mistress declared it was time. “Right, down you go” she said smiling at me as I was told take myself and a number of items downstairs to the Cellar Door to stand outside obediently and wait in anticipation. Her ideas had been revealed to me many fold and now I was here, ready as I would ever be, committed and aching to prove myself as her truly obedient Slave. She arrived and we descended into the cool forbidding, dirty cellar which would be my living quarters for an undisclosed period of servitude.
There was a strange mixture of both dread and 'wanting to please' as I was told to strip naked in such a dank, soon to be dark place. She is very kind to me though and allowed sandals on my feet and a T shirt on my back to prevent me suffering too much in the many hours I was to spend there. Reminding me once again of her cunning and devious mind, she sprayed her Chanel Mademoiselle perfume on my shirt, under my nose. This she said”was so I would be thinking of her constantly” whilst I stayed imprisoned down here. I had been granted a blanket and not knowing how long I would be held there it was an item I would soon be grateful of. A less kind decision of hers was me being fitted with a laced up Leather Pin lined penis Sheath to prevent any pleasure for me in the way of an un-authorised erection brought on by the excitement of my predicament. I was fitted with the collar awarded to her chosen and lucky Slave then Leather wrist cuffs were buckled on. A chain was wrapped around my chest and upper body, locked into position and then to a hook in an overhead beam which allowed me some movement. She lit a candle in one corner of the cell and ascended the stairs, swiftly turning the light off and shutting the cell door. The Candle drew me more and more as a small source of life in an otherwise black cellar. It became my friend and companion as I realised I had nothing to do but watch it flicker and consider my predicament. I wondered just how long I would actually be left there as she left me my mobile phone “just in case”, she said.
Occasionally the light would get lower in a pool of molten wax making the Cell darker but I found if I emptied the hot wax, it was brought back to life once more to be my only friend. I actually thought hard before I did this as I wondered if I was allowed to touch the Candle or tip the melted liquid into the bowl. I decided to risk punishment and hoped she would look on what I had done leniently. I needed to do something before I went mad and the sound of coal dust crackling under my feet gave an idea. I could serve Mistress well by crouching down with the dustpan and brush and cleaning the Punishment Cell floor. I remembered eventually that she had left me the tiny key ring torch and by putting this into my mouth, I could illuminate the dark end of the cell just enough to see the corners. It also meant that I could use both my hands as I shuffled about, chain tightly hugging my chest and swaying at my side. This became a highlight to focus my submission on, nay captivity and I put more effort in to cleaning properly as my mind soaked up the dungeon-like sights and smells in all its dark glory. I worked hard and warmed a little until my legs started to ache from crouching and the chain pulled tight restricting my breath. Luckily I had been allowed a chair to rest my now weary legs by the Divine Mistress. I sat to rest for a while transfixed by thoughts that I may eventually be allowed to Worship her once more when she finally decided to allow me upstairs to the comfort and warmth of her World. Staring at the fading candlelight which once again needed attention I found myself drifting away with thoughts of dedicated submission for a beloved Mistress, wondering what pleasure she was taking upstairs. I was becoming slowly cold again as I sat and huddled under the blanket thinking of her up there in the warmth. Would she give me any thought? , would she keep me here for many hours, even overnight! I was completely and totally at her Mercy.
Although I became cooler, I also became resigned to the faint glow in one corner and aware of the darkness in the rest of my Cell. It was silent for long periods and as my submission grew deeper I found myself in a Trance like state of reverence to Mistress and I didn't realise at first, but I was becoming much colder. I then remembered that I had to put right a mistake I made last time where I moved and re-arranged a large pile of bricks & other items, but not in the exact way I was instructed to. I had let her down and she would expected me to remember to put it right without being reminded, perhaps a further test of my worth. I got to my feet and set about uncovering the bricks and re-building the pile in the correct place as neatly as I could, further along the Cell wall. Surely this would please Mistress I told myself as I toiled in classic Slave fashion, chained and semi naked in an almost black place, moving bricks to please a Goddess. Finally I got all the sharp edged dirty bricks into place in a neat pile and hoped the result would reach her high standards.
I later found that I had been there without a visit for 2.5 hours which does not seem long until you realise I was incarcerated for an unknown duration in a damp brick walled cellar with cold stone floor, virtually surrounded by darkness apart from the candle in one corner. Never knowing how long it would be before I saw her again and really losing track of time. I focussed all my thoughts on what I could do to please her, hoping she would keep me as her Slave, knowing she wanted me to be here in this cruel place, like this.
Without warning a mixture of excitement and dread engulfed me when I heard steps on the floor above, then the door was opened sending light down the steps. The Cell light was switched on followed by Mistress slowly descending for who knows what reason !. I was soon to find out. She approached elegantly and her beautiful features came close to me as her warm face brushed mine, her newly applied Chanel intoxicating me, exciting me yet filling me with dread at what she might have planned for me. I noticed something in those last seconds before her Majestic presence and exquisite aroma blanked the information registered in my memory, but it came back to me quickly. She was only clothed on the top half of her body, my minds snapshot then came rushing back – she had the 8” strap on fastened in place around her waist!!.
Wanting to submit totally and be a worthy Slave, I followed her instructions and faced the wall at the darker end of my new home where she fixed my arms aloft to the overhead beams by wrist cuffs. What had she decided to do with me now? I could not guess, all I knew was that I must obey her implicitly or suffer untold pain and imprisonment. “Spread your legs and bend over my Slave” she purred. I did so and this was followed with contact from a warm hand on my intimate and sensitive rear entry, which along with my Penis and mind belong to her now. Lubrication was applied and she took her pleasure, calling me the slut I was, revelling in the enjoyment of her Power, her total Dominance over me.
Keeping me helplessly hung in that position, she picked up a suede flogger and warmed my back and bottom with immense expertise. A rubber flogger then gave me sharp lingering kisses and I realised she had stepped up the pain. This increased further as I endured the bite of her beloved Leather Strap and my all too willing suffering was cranked up further as she picked up a cane and started punishment in earnest. I just hung there gasping for breath wondering how much I could take to prove my worthiness to her. Hoping the marks would come strong and develop to dark blue bruises that would make her as proud of her work as I was proud to be totally under her control. Finally she unhooked my arms and then asked me if I needed to pee. On saying yes she cunningly held a bowl out under my penis and humiliated me by instructing me to pee in it whilst smiling imperiously towards me knowing I would squirm. When I had finished she placed the bowl in a corner and said “you have breathed in my Perfume, now you can smell your own pee, just for me”
She then ordered me to sit down and placed the blanket over me. “You will stay down here until I decide otherwise Slave” she announced, then went back up the cellar steps and plunged me back into darkness and solitude again. All kinds of things raced through my mind, had I pleased her sufficiently? had I taken enough and marked well for her on my bottom ?, when would she return and would I be punished more harshly ?. Was I to be kept here in lonely dark confinement overnight?
I spent the next long hour losing track of all time, not knowing my fate and hardly hearing a sound with just one very dimly lit corner wall to stare at, the rest of the darkness wanting to suck me in like a wide almost engulfing black hole. For sixty further minutes I lived as a true Slave to her with thoughts of serving such a wonderful Mistress paramount. I drifted in and out of focus in this medieval style dungeon of imprisonment. Not knowing what to wish for or what my fate would be.
Finally my four hours locked in that cell below ground was to come to an end as Mistress decided I was to share her bed so I could give her pleasure as she instructed. I would not after all have to endure the whole night down here and lose all track of time whilst remaining totally loyal and resolute in my wish to serve her. The door opened and the light dazzled me as it was switched on once more. My owner descended the stone steps and proceeded to unlock me from my chains. I found out that it was approaching 1.00 am and knew how lucky I was to be released. I made my way wearily back up into her world and was told to wash before being summoned naked into her bed. I willingly and gratefully satisfied her in several ways including being allowed to use my mouth and swallow her gift, though never of course penetrating her as a man. When she had finished with me I was told to get some sleep as early tomorrow morning I would be back down there, imprisoned in chains for her pleasure. I thanked her and tried to get some sleep as all kinds of thoughts very slowly passed through my mind.
True to her word I was ushered from her warm comfortable bed down to the cold cell in the early morning for a further one and a half hours of suffering and punishment. Ordered to face the dark end of the cell wall I could hear a tearing sound then the familiar rustle of rubber made by a condom being rolled over a butt plug. “Hands up against the wall and bend over” she proclaimed with a hint of smugness in her voice. A plug then followed the exploring fingers until it reached the very end position, I was taking it all. “Stay still slut” she said “whilst I secure this in place”. Rope was then passed around my waist several times and under my legs to form a T-shaped harness. Mistress was always very inventive in these matters and did not need complicated leather bondage harnesses to make sure her slut was safely plug bound.
In this humiliating position and totally at her mercy I took more flogging from Suede and rubber toys before she instructed me to sit back in the chair, impaled on the butt plug. Mistress then smiled triumphantly and made her way back up the cellar steps, saying “stay there until I come back Slave, hand on your legs”. Caring as ever for her property, she put the blanket over me for which I was once more truly grateful. She switched the light off, closed the door once again left me confined in almost total darkness knowing my mind would drift further and deeper into spaced out submission with nothing at all in my head but thoughts of serving her, suffering for her. She was right as always, I wanted nothing more than to be her Slave and do anything she desired. To live incarcerated for her in lonely uncomfortable imprisonment if that's what she decreed, suffer in silence in this horrid place, just for her. The mind conditioning of her Slave was continuing, my thoughts were of total devotion.
An hour later the light went on once more and she returned down those steps to me. I was Secured this time naked and vulnerable to hang from the ceiling beams. Then caned on the penis she owns, striped by the cane severely on my bottom until I jumped and writhed with pain, then I was photographed just for her further amusement. She then decided to leave me naked, wrists secured to a beam for around another 30 minutes to contemplate what a very lucky slave I was and how very kind she had been to me, letting me share her warm bed overnight and touch her soft beautiful skin. Even though it was light outside I was left hung in the darkness as she climbed the steps, switched off the light and shut the cellar door. No candle light was allowed once again and it really was surprisingly dark, not to mention cold, dirty and damp. Each visit to the house was producing longer, harsher spells down in that Punishment Cell she used as her private secluded Dungeon. I suspected she was conditioning me into complete servitude and her plan was working. Slipping into an ever increasing trance I was the lucky one deemed good enough to train as her willing Slave. I was eventually released and allowed a shower, then I was to be fed. I sat eating a lovely breakfast at the table with Mistress and her female sub, though I remember little of it. I do recall feeling a very strong magnetism towards my owner as I stared straight forward into space, head bowed, just about broken.
I have been told that beyond a very small lockable door at the dark end of the cell there is a much smaller confinement cell that is even darker, dirtier and lonelier. She is thinking of ordering me to make it into a tiny standing-only high security confinement and suspension cell with its own lockable door. This is with a view to imprisoning me there for longer periods which although I will dread, I will have no option but to do as she decrees, suffering unknown periods incarceration and pain just to please her and retain my position with her.
For hours later I was in a state of trance, well and truly drawn firmly under her spell.
All willingly.
Slave MGP.
Edited Mon 31 May 10, 11:22 PM by MissLioness
| 1 Jun 10, 8:05 AM MrLion UK(WF), 6 yrs |
You have been busy xx |
| 1 Jun 10, 11:13 AM MissLioness UK(LS), 5 yrs |
Havent I just lol  this is not fiction btw if anyone is wondering. Edited 1 Jun 10, 2:56 PM by MissLioness |
| 28 Oct 11, 9:45 AM subtoMadam UK(TA), 5 yrs |
What a wonderful story. Wish that slave had been me! Thank You for sharing it with all of us MissLioness |
