Date: Sat, 09 Apr 2005 10:54:06 +0000
From: Anita turesson <chains_ropes@hotmail.com>
Subject: The_slave_and_the_mistress        Bisexual Authoritarion

Thanks to the web slave who translated it from swedish for me !
Thank u smask !

The_slave_and_the_mistress
by: Anita Turesson  AKA Alady

I was awaken by the smell of freshly made coffee. The fair Johanna silently
put a cup on my bedside table.

"Good morning, Mistress."
"Good morning Johanna, how was your night?"
"Restful, Mistress"
"Good, has the mail arrived?"
"Yes Mistress, the mail and the newspaper lies on the tray. But there was a
gift which I couldn't bring here Mistress"
"Oh, what kind of gift?"
"A slave, Mistress."
"A slave? Is there a letter with the slave?"
"Yes Mistress, here..."

I read the letter:

"Elisabeth, I have decided to travel and to get rid of the things I can't
bring. I know you have had your eyes on Kenneth and that's why I give him to
you. If you don't want him, you can always sell him. I'll call you later.

Don't miss me too much,
Sanna"

"Bring me my robe, and then bring in the slave Johanna"

I put on the robe and sit up in the bed.

There is a knock on the door, and I say: "Come in".

A young man enter the room and assumes a humble slave position.

"Welcome Kenneth, do you know why you are here?"
"Yes Mistress Elisabeth"
"Good, then no lengthy explanations are needed. I recall that Sanna usually
didn't dress you the way you are dressed right now."
"No Mistress."

I move to the edge of the bed and motion Kenneth to approach me.

"Stand in front of me, slave. Now then, lets see if I want to keep you."
"Yes Mistress."

With his hands on his back, legs somewhat apart, head held high but his eyes
facing the floor, a young man now awaits my orders.

On his upper body he is wearing a jean waistcoat with a white T-shirt
underneath.

I motion him to turn around.

"Bend over."

The tight jeans reveals two round firm buttocks.

"Come closer, boy."

I put my hand on one of his buttocks, I move the hand in between his legs
and fells the front of his groin.

"It can't be nice to be restrained, slave. It's hot in here, undress."
"Yes Mistress."

Kenneth quickly catches a glance of Johanna and then of me.

"I mean today, slave! Your hesitation has just earned you your first
punishment, is that understood?"

He quickly lowers his glance and removes his waistcoat.

Whispering:
"Yes Mistress."

"We will take care of your punishment shortly, first you will undress."

Kenneth folds his waistcoat and then moves on to the T-shirt. His upper body
is tanned and fit.

"Stop, come closer."

I get up and put my hands on his breast. Caresses his stomach. I grab the
right nipple, and pull it upwards in such a way that he has to stand on his
toes, but not a sound escapes his lips.

"Very promising, continue."

He removes the jeans and again assumes the humble slave position.

"Very good, slave. That's the way I am used to see you. However, here only
my word counts... and when I tell you to get undressed I mean everything!"
"Everything, Mistress?"
"Slave, your hesitation will only make your punishment worse."
"Yes Mistress."

Blushing, he removes this two sizes too small string shorts and puts them on
top of the jeans.

When he assumes the position he puts his hands in front of his groin.

"Kenneth, hasn't Sanna taught you that you shouldn't hide anything from your
Mistress?"

I slap his hands with my right hand.

"Keep these away, slave!"

"Johanna, come here and give Kenneth a hard on."

Silently, Johanna approaches Kenneth and stands behind him with her arms
around him. Steadily she starts to masturbate the cock. Once the cock is
fully erected, she removes her hands. The cock stands firmly, although
somewhat at an angle towards the stomach.

"Good, very good."

I grab the erected cock firmly with my hand and lead him to the bathroom. At
the door, I turn to Johanna.

"Prepare for a punishment session in the bedroom."
"Yes, Mistress", Johanna replies.

"First I will take a shower, and then I will make sure that you are
completely clean."
"Yes, Mistress."

After the shower, I get an enema bag, a hose and a large nozzle from the
bathroom closet. I attach the hose to the nozzle.

"Kenneth, on your knees. Elbows on the floor, head down, and your butt
high."

Kenneth assume the position. Meanwhile I fill the enema bag with soap and
water and put it on a hanger. With a finger, I carefully open his anus.

"Did Sanna use to give you enemas, slave?"
"No Mistress, my first owner did it sometimes though."
"Good, then you know what to expect."

After lubicating the nozzle I slowly inserted it in Kenneth's anus.

"Today I'll give you the enema, but in the future you will have to ask some
of the other slaves to help you. In order to keep nice and clean slave, you
need to take an enema at least every other day.

Somewhat troubled, Kenneth reply:
"Yes Mistress."

I opened the valve and let the enema flow, filling the slave. With one hand
I touched his stomach to feel the flow. Once the enema bag was empty, I
removed the nozzle.

"Now I want you to keep the enema inside you for a while in order to give
soap some time to have an effect."

Soothingly I caress his back, and when he is about to give up I motion him
to the toilet to relieve himself. Blushing, he does what he is told, and
meanwhile he gives up sigh of relief. Smiling I give him a look of
encouragement.

"Wipe yourself dry and assume the position again, slave."

I repeat the procedure two times more before I tell him to hit the shower. I
observe him while he showers, and when I decided that he was clean we return
to the bedroom.

Johanna has placed a chair in the middle of the floor. On the table she has
put a number of different whips, a wide leather belt, a paddle, a large
hairbrush, and a bowl with small weights and clips.

I see that Kenneth glances toward the table. I place myself on the chair.

"Well Kenneth, lie across my lap."

After some adjustment I sit still for a while. I caress his buttocks, making
them redish.

I say to Kenneth:

"It is important to prepare the buttocks, preferably with some hand
slapping. In this way the other instruments will have a better effect which
results in better learning by the slave."

Kenneth lies silent, he breathe heavily, and waits.

I move my hand to his groin and is delighted to find that he once again has
a hard on.

"For hesitation while undressing you will receive 12 lashes with the small
riding crop. For questioning a direct order, you'll get 4 lashes with the
bamboo cane. For warming up, I'll start with 30 slaps with my hand followed
by 30 strokes with the hairbrush. You will then have a short break, during
which you will stand in the corner. Then you will get the lashes with the
riding crop. A new break in the corner, and finally the caning. Have you
understood?"

"Yes Mistress."

Without further delay, I start with the slapping. Two fast slaps on each
buttock. I pause to let the pain have effect in the mind of the slave. I
continue with the slapping at an even pace. At the 15th stroke he starts
moving.

"Johanna, grab the slave's feet."

Johanna quickly obeys and I continue. Kenneth starts moaning after each
stroke. I distribute the strokes evenly over his buttocks which now begins
to change color from pink to red. At the 30th stroke he moans unstopable.

"Johanna, give me the hairbrush."

I take the hairbrush and caresses Kenneth's back while I split my legs.
Kenneth's cock now hangs freely between my legs.

"Johanna, lie under the chair and blow him while I finish the first part of
the punishment. Kenneth, you better make sure that you don't come. That
would be unwise."

Both reply in one voice:

"Yes Mistress!"

The hairbrush made some parts of the buttocks change color from red to
purple. Kenneth had stopped moaning, he was crying now. The crying
eventually passed into sobbing. I tell Johanna to move away while I help
Kenneth to stand up. I embrace him.

"There, there... cry it out. It is OK, Kenneth.

After a while, Kenneth has calmed down and a gently place him in the corner.

"Come Johanna."

I crawl up in bed, lean against the wall with my legs wide apart. Johanna
crawls after and places her head in between my legs aware of what I want her
to do. Her tounge swiftly moves over my clitoris while a finger caresses my
inner labia. I press her head against my cunt and she nibbles on my clit.
Then she inserts two fingers in my vagina and carefully finger fuck me. My
breahing is heavy, my body shakes. When Johanna realizes what is about to
happen she increases the pace with the fingers, she opens her mouth and puts
it against my cunt. As I come, she eagerly swallows my juices, wasting
nothing. Exhausted I relax.

Johanna gets some warm water, a cloth, and some soap and starts washing me.
I look toward Kenneth and admire my work. He looks really handsome despite
his sobbing posture.

After some rest, a change of clothes, and a cup of coffee I felt like it was
about time to start with the punishment.

"Kenneth, come here."

With his head down he slowly appoaches me. About his wrists I attach a pair
of handcuffs. The cuffs are attached to a long chain.

"Johanna, take the chair and fasten the chain to the hook in the ceiling.

When securely fastened to the ceiling I took a leg spreader and put it
between his ankles.

"Kenneth, it is OK to scream and cry. It helps you to get rid of stress and
it teaches you that stupidity has a consequence here."
"Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress."

I then took the riding crop... aimed at the region where the legs meet the
buttocks. Took a step back and started lashing him. After the first stroke,
Kenneth gave up a howling sound. Kenneth was really pulling the chain.
Fortunately, the hook was securely fastened to the ceiling. Otherwise it
probably would have come out from the strain.

After 6 lashes, his buttocks was striped as a zebra. The remaining 6 lashes
was placed at an angle from the first 6, thus providing an nice cross wise
pattern. After the last lash, Kenneth had turned into a crying, snuffeling,
pleading slave.

I noticed that Johanna started getting excited and in need of some
attention. I therefore tell her to unhook Kenneth from the ceiling. I tell
Kenneth to lie down on the bed. Still wearing the leg spreader, this
position makes Kenneth's anus very accessible once he leans forward. His
body is trembling and he begs:

"Please Mistress, no more..."

"Kenneth, I decide when you have had enough. You have put yourself in this
position and I expect you to thankfully receive the punishment you have
earned."
"Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress, but I am in such pain..." sob.
"Well, that's the point with punishments slave... You won't get the last
lashes right now, Johanna will enjoy herself first."
"Johanna, put on the double dildo."

Johanna inserts one end of the dildo in her vagina, the other end pointing
straight out. Anxiously she glances at me.

"Johanna, please fuck Kenneth. Mastubate him meanwhile, and make sure you
both come at the same time."
"Yes Mistress."

When Johanna, after some effort and a lot of moaning from Kenneth, finally
had inserted the dildo in Kenneth's anus I picked up a long riding crop and
started whiping Johanna's butttocks at the same pace as she was fucking
Kenneth. When Kenneth had shot a large load of cum in my bed and Johanna was
resting on top of Kenneth. I lighted a cigarette and sat down to study them.

"Johanna, set Kenneth free and hit the shower, both of you."
"Yes Mistress."

As I looked at the watch, I realized that this nice session had taken all
morning. I better finish it before lunch, I thought to myself. You'll never
know how the rest of the day will turn out, but I doubt it will be boring.

The slaves returned to the room after the shower.

"Kenneth, assume the position you had when you were fucked. Let's finish the
punishment and then we can eat lunch.

Once again he was standing with his head facing the bed and his buttocks
high.

I grabbed the bamboo cane which was a little thicker than a finger.

"I want you to count the lashes out loud, Kenneth. If you miss a lash it
won't count, understood?"
"Yes Mistress."

I raise the cane, aim and strike. A white stripe immediately appears,
quickly changing to red.

"One Mistress!"

"Two"

"Three"

The fourth, and final lash I put some power into. Unfortunately, it hits one
of the earlier stripes. Kenneth yells, but somehow manages to produce the
fourth count.

I embrace him and ask him to lie down on the bed.

"No. please Mistress. No more.." he says sobbing.
"Relax Kenneth, I am just going to apply some soothing ointment. You'll feel
better afterwards."
"Thank you Mistress."

That concluded the morning business.... What happened after lunch? Well,
that's another story.

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