Property of Mistress Savannah

The day I had feared for months and months had finally come.  As a result of a takeover by a larger competitor the entire workforce of FlexiTech had been made redundant.  I was a member of that workforce.  A group of FlexiTech employees decided to have a night out to drown their sorrows and I decided to join them.  It was during that night out, whilst the group was walking from one pub to the next, that a rich and powerful Asian business woman encountered us on the way back from her office.

“Are you alright, love?  I’ve got something right here for you to suck on!”

Unfortunately I’d taken the redundancy quite hard and had quickly allowed myself to become drunk and aggressive.  A few of the others tried to get me to walk away.

“What’s the matter?  I know you want it you slut!  Don’t be such a fucking uptight tart!”

The lady didn’t stop and kept on walking on her way home.  My colleagues finally persuaded me to leave it and they walked away.  I was unaware just how rich the lady was and just how far she would go to find me and to punish me for my outburst.  She’d experienced a particularly bad day herself and really wasn’t in the mood for forgiveness.  She flipped open her cell phone and made a quick call to one of her more discrete employees.  Two days later a letter dropped onto my doormat.  It informed me that I’d won an all expenses paid, week long vacation in Amsterdam for one.  I was slightly confused at how I could win a vacation without even knowing that I’d entered a competition.  But when you’ve had an awful run of bad luck you don’t question a lucky break like this.  And indeed I didn’t, I packed my bags the next day and off I went for the free vacation of a lifetime.

I landed at Amsterdam airport in high spirits.  This week was going to be great for me.  Amsterdam was the perfect location for a week away from the stress of my home life.  I was planning to smoke some weed, screw some hookers and generally relax in my free room at the Eden Hotel.  I entered the hotel lobby and walked to reception.  Check-in was quick and easy, all my documentation was in order and correct.  The receptionist gave me the room key, informed me that I was staying in a deluxe suite on the top floor of the hotel and told me to use the elevators at the back of the lobby.  She failed to mention that the entire floor of suites had been purchased for the whole week by only one customer.  A rich business woman had said she intended to let her employees stay there during a local business convention.  To the receptionist I was just one of those employees. 

I picked up my suitcase and headed over to the elevators oblivious to this.  After a short wait the elevator arrived and I stepped in as its sole passenger.  I pressed the button for the top floor and began to make plans for the evening as the floors flashed by on the elevator display.  Find a quiet bar, get some alcohol inside me for Dutch courage and then hit a night club.  And if the evening was ultimately an unsuccessful one then Amsterdam’s red light district was always there to be used.  I was deep in thought as the elevator doors pinged and opened in front of me.

  The sight that greeted me as I looked up was a shock to say the least.  There were two women there to greet me dressed in tight-fitting fetish outfits and they were both stunningly beautiful.  They had a similar look about them, probably exaggerated by the identical outfits, the thought that they could be sisters flashed across my mind.  Long flowing blonde hair reached just past their shoulders and their large breasts were threatening to spill out of their low cut latex corsets.  Both wore belts around their waists with a set of handcuffs hanging from it.  Thigh-high latex boots accentuated their gorgeously long, curvy legs.  My cock stirred as I saw that neither was wearing any underwear and their smooth shaved pussies were fully on show.  My eyes were still fixed on their plump, juicy mounds when one of them spoke.

“Good afternoon, Sir.  We’re here to show you to your room”

I looked up to see two pairs of eyes staring at me.  Something about the looks they were giving me and the tone of the voice made me feel very intimidated.  I looked back down at the floor to avoid their gaze and try to evaluate the situation.

“Please step out of the elevator, Sir.”

I looked back up to see the woman on the left had moved her hand down to the pair of handcuffs hanging from her waist.  As a reaction to this I acted quickly and with little thought.  I dropped my suitcase and slammed the button to close the elevator doors.  They both stepped forward immediately and one of them put her hand in front of the slowly closing doors.  The sensor on the door detected her hand and began to open again.

“Oh that was very naughty thing to do.  I’m afraid we’re going to have to get physical with you now, sweetie.”

They both entered the lift and each grabbed hold of one of my upper arms.  It was only now that I realised that not only were they both very beautiful but also deceptively tall and athletic.  Judging by the smirks on their faces they had hoped for this turn of events.  I tried to take a step back and wrestle my arms from them but they were too strong, I felt the cold metal of her handcuffs snap around one wrist and then the other.  In a panic I started to twist and turn, trying to get away from their vice-like grips.  Maybe I’d have been successful if there was only one of them but the two of them contained me with ease.  I was plunged into darkness as a sack or bag of some sort was placed over my head, I was dragged out of the elevator and down the hotel corridor.

“Help me!  Somebody help me!”

My shouts for help went apparently unnoticed as they continued down the hotel corridor.  I heard a door open and was pushed forwards onto the floor of a hotel room.  I quickly scrambled to my feet in the hope I could get some distance between myself and my attackers.  However, just at the moment I was back on my feet a sudden blow to the back of my head knocked me unconscious and I fell back to the floor with a thud.

I came round to find myself totally naked from head to toe in a brightly lit hotel room.  The memory of being handcuffed and hauled out of an elevator by two latex clad bitches slowly came back to me.  Presumably this was the same room.  As I regained my senses I tried to shift my position and found something very strange was going on.  My arms had been pulled behind me and strapped together at the wrist and elbow, it was quite an unnatural state and my shoulders had begun to ache due to the strain.  A tight chain attached my wrists to the ceiling and this meant I could hardly move my arms at all.  I also found that a very large ball had been stuffed into my mouth which made talking impossible and breathing very difficult.  I tried to shift it with my tongue but nothing happened, apparently it was securely locked in place.  My legs were spread wide, so wide that I couldn’t bend my legs or move at all from the waist down.  A glance down revealed a solid metal cuff on each ankle which was then padlocked to a metal ring fixed to the floor.  But this was not the worst thing I saw when I looked down.  My naked cock and balls were receiving some worrying attention.  One of my attackers from earlier was kneeling in front of me.  She was gripping my testicles firmly with one hand and shaving them with a razor in her other hand.  My pubic hair was almost all gone and things felt very unusual down there.  My skin was hairless and very smooth and I quivered as the two hands fondling my balls felt very different to anything I’d experienced before.  In fact I was quickly becoming highly aroused and my cock began to stiffen and rise.  However, the helplessness of my situation quickly dawned on me.  My shoulders were still aching, but they were now being joined by my gagged mouth and cuffed ankles.  My whole position was very uncomfortable and the bonds holding me allowed me little room to change it.  In fact I was totally powerless to stop this woman from doing anything to me which she desired.

“Mmmmph!”

The gag had turned my call for help into a soft moan.  The kneeling woman looked up and a broad smile crossed her lips.

“Oh, perfect!  I’m almost finished preparing you and I was hoping you’d come round before I was done.  Mistress should be here soon but I want to have a little play with you first.”

I had no idea what she had in store for me but after the rough handling I’d received earlier and my current situation I certainly didn’t want to find out.  I aimed a left knee at her grinning face and tried to yell again.  Unfortunately the padlocks holding my ankles to the floor held firm and my legs were spread too far to allow them to bend and my knee to find its intended target.  For the second time my cry was stopped by the large ball in my mouth and I only managed to get a quiet grunt past my lips.

“Aww, that’s very cute.  Did you think I was giving you any choice over the matter?  No, I’m afraid you’re tied up far too tight for that.  Now what shall I do with you?”

She quickly finished shaving me and wiped off the excess shaving foam with a towel at hand.  After placing the shaving equipment in the draw of a dressing table she came back and knelt in front of me.  Her hands grasped my ankles and began to rise up my shins, past my knees and to my inner thighs.  My cock twitched in anticipation.

“Yes.  I think I’ll blow you.  I bet you’d like that.  It’ll be my way of saying sorry for having to get rough with you before.”

She was looking up at me now and her beauty was utterly intoxicating.  Her blonde hair was now pulled back into pigtails.  She had piercing ocean blue eyes and long fluttering eye lashes.  She pouted with her gorgeous, full, cherry pink lips and moved closer to me.  My cock was now rock hard and I strained to move towards her to assist her, all thoughts of resistance had been temporarily removed from my mind.  Her right hand gripped the base of my penis and her gaping mouth plunged over the head and down the shaft.  I was in pure heaven as she sucked hard and began to work her mouth up and down.  Her right hand began to work in unison with her mouth and started stroking the base of my shaft.  I tilted my head back, closed my eyes and moaned gently.  I was holding on to try and savour this fantastic blowjob when I felt her left hand touch me.  It began to massage my soft, newly shaven balls.  This further stimulation pushed me closer to climax and eventually it was all too much.  On the very brink of orgasm, with my balls ready to pump what was sure to be a massive load of seamen out of my cock, she stopped.  Her mouth and hands were quickly removed from my genitals and she leaned back to stand up.  I tried to push my pelvis forward and follow her as she retreated but again the bondage was too restricting.  I grunted in frustration as my cock twitched in the open air, desperately desiring the moment of attention needed to achieve orgasm.  She stood up and walked around behind me.  I was still distracted and not paying full attention to her movements when I felt her hand close around my throat and begin to choke me.

“I hope you enjoyed that.  I didn’t say I would make you cum, darling.  In fact I’d very much like to take this little cherry down here from you.”

Her other hand firmly parted my ass cheeks and her index finger gently pushed against my anus.  She moved her index finger up and down my ass crack.  I felt very vulnerable as she could penetrate me at any time and there was nothing I could do about it.

“But fortunately for you, in the short term at least, Mistress wants that for herself.  And what Mistress wants Mistress gets.”

Her hands withdrew from my ass and throat respectively and she strolled over to a dressing table against the far wall.  I struggled to regain my breath, a task made no easier by the awfully restricting gag.  Just as I had recovered she returned with something in her hand.  It was a thick, black leather collar which she held up for my inspection.  Embossed on the front of the collar in gold, curly writing were the words “Property of Mistress Savannah”.

“You see, you’re her bitch now.  She’ll be here for you in a couple of hours I expect.  Until then you’d better get some rest, honey.  I’m sure you’ll need it.”

She placed the collar around my neck and buckled it tightly.  She then turned and left the room, locking the door behind her.  And thus I was left their like a piece of meat.  Bound, gagged, shaved and with a raging hard-on.  I struggled for a good ten minutes without success before the days exertions claimed me and I fell into an awkward and uncomfortable sleep.

I awoke to the sound of the door slamming shut.  I immediately strained to look at who had entered but the lights were turned off and nothing more than a slight silhouette was to be seen.  Click, click, click, click.  The figure was evidently wearing high heels as she slowly entered the room.  I didn’t know whether to try and call out to gain her attention or remain silent.  Maybe a receptionist or maid had grown curious and come to investigate.  Or maybe it was the aforementioned Mistress Savannah, someone I most definitely did not want to meet.  The figure flicked on a lamp which dimly lit the room.  Fuck.  There was no way that receptionists or maids dressed like this.  The clicking had been made by knee-high, shiny latex boots.  Above her knees were fishnet stockings which covered powerful thighs and disappeared under a very short, very tight pleated black skirt with pink trim.  She was wearing a black and pink bra to match and her tits were a fine sight.  They must be at least 32DD and the tight bra formed them into some awesome cleavage.  In fact they jiggled sexily as she moved and were in serious danger of spilling out of her bra.  Her stomach was bare, toned and tanned, her belly button pierced by a diamond stud.  It was when I saw her face that I finally noticed she was Asian.  She was incredibly sexy but looked cruel as she scowled at me.  Her makeup was simple; black eye shadow and pale red lipstick.  Her black hair was pulled behind her in a long ponytail that reached half way down her back.  As she took a couple of steps towards me I thought I faintly recognised her, in fact I was certain I’d seen that stern look somewhere before.  There was no time to fully remember where before she spoke.

“Welcome to the Eden Hotel, Sir.  I hope your room is to your satisfaction.”

She then smiled a broad wicked smile and stopped right in front of me.  She was taller than me, even without the 6” boots she’d still be taller than me I wagered.  A hand moved to my head and began to softly stroke my hair.  Her touch was possessive rather than reassuring and the whole encounter so far left me terrified of this woman.

“Do you remember me?  You don’t do you?  The day we met was the day that changed your life, it is the reason you’re here.  And it is the cause of all the pain and suffering to come.”

I looked up into her eyes and it all came back.  Still a little fuzzy from the massive amount of alcohol I’d drunk that night, but clear enough to know it was her.  The woman I’d shouted abuse at that night.  Oh shit.  The fear of what she might do to me gave me extra energy and I thrashed wildly in my bondage.  But to no avail.

“Ah, there it is.  Now we can talk properly.  I’m sure you’ve suddenly become very sorry for what you did and are prepared to do anything to make up for it.  I will now give you a chance to do so.  For your information I am Mistress Savannah and you will address me as Mistress or face the consequences.”

She unbuckled my gag and wiped the drool off my lips and chin.  I stuttered at first, there was so much to take in and nothing came to mind that would get me out of this situation.

“Speak.” She barked.

“I’m sorry.  So very, very sorry……erm, Mistress.  If you let me go I’ll do anything you want.  I swear I will!  I can get you money, as much money as you want!” I blurted.

“Money is not what I want from you.  What I want from you is to see you here, tied up and at my mercy.  But you may beg me if you wish.  Beg me for your freedom.”

“Please.  Oh, please let me go Mistress.  I’m sorry.  I am!  I’m really sorry.  Just let me go, you don’t have to do this!”

She listened intently.  I prayed she would release me from my bondage.  I could feel my heart beating frantically as I waited for my fate to be decided.

“Pathetic.”

She brought the gag to my lips again.

“You can’t do this you bitch!  You’ll never get away with this!  I’ll fucking get you for this!  I’ll…”

She rammed the gag back into my mouth and buckled it tightly, cackling evilly as she did so.

“You’re dirty mouth has come back I see.  I think you’ll find that *you* are *my* bitch.  You see, you’re mine now.  My slave, my slut, my fuck toy, my plaything, my whore, my pain slut, my pet.  This week I’m going to teach you a lesson you’ll never, ever forget.  Right now you can’t even imagine some of the things I’m going to do to you.  But for now, my bitch.  We’ll start with this.”

She went to the dresser table and opened a different draw to the one that the shaving equipment had been deposited in earlier.  She pulled out several items.  A rubber dildo attached to a harness, a container of clear liquid, two metal clamps with a chain running between them and lastly a condom.  She walked back to me and held the dildo right in front of my face, presenting it to me.  It was about 6” long, black, shiny and very realistically moulded into a penis.  There were two large balls at the base, throbbing veins running up the shaft and a fat head at the top.  I clenched my ass as I thought of just what she was going to do with it.  After I’d gotten a good look at it she stepped into the harness one leg at a time, pulled it up to her hips and secured the buckles.  While she was doing this I realised how aroused I was.  The frustrating blowjob earlier had left me very horny and seeing this sexy woman in front of me in lingerie was too much, no matter how evil she was.  My cock was rock hard and stood proudly to attention.  I turned a deep shade of red as I remembered my naked body was on display.  The dildo protruded from my tormentor in a comic fashion, she squeezed a dollop of the clear liquid onto her hand and sensually began to stroke the liquid onto the dildo in a suggestive manner.  She opened the condom with her teeth and rolled it over my throbbing cock. 

“I’m about to give you a lot of pleasure with my lovely strap on here, bitch.  But it isn’t all fun being my personal whore.  I’m going to have to balance it up with some pain I’m afraid.  That’s what these are for.”

She began to slowly stroke my nipple and it quickly hardened due to my aroused state.  She then pinched it between her left index finger and thumb.  With her other hand she opened one of the clamps and slowly closed it over the exposed flesh.  As I felt the cold, harsh metal pinch my sensitive nipple I screamed into the gag.  The stinging was fierce and my reaction only seemed to please Mistress Savannah.  She cooed sympathetically and gave the same treatment to the other nipple.  My eyes began to water as the pain in my chest doubled.  She gave the chain connecting the two clamps a sharp tug and I felt pain sear across my chest.  It felt as if my nipples had been ripped off and I emitted another muffled scream.  With that job done she pouted her lips at me and walked behind me, the dildo bobbing in front of her as she moved.  She did not stop directly behind me but went further back into the dark depths of the room.  Suddenly the chain holding my wrists up behind me began to move upwards, I could hear the winch clicking as it did so.  My arms were pulled further up behind me and this caused me to bend forward in a way I had not previously managed to achieve in all my struggles.  As my upper body bent forward my ass moved backwards and upwards, jutting out.  When the winch stopped I was in a very vulnerable position.

“You’re being a good slut already, presenting your assets to your Mistress.”

She laughed at her own joke.  I recoiled as I felt her hands grasp my hips and the cool, greased head of the strap on touch my asshole.

“Ready bitch?  Ooh, I’m going to enjoy this.  Turning you into my little slut.  Tied up for me to violate as often as I want, as hard as I want.  Unable to move or speak or resist in any way.  Just remember you deserve all of this, my slave.  Just think of what you said to me that night.  Think of it whilst I’m penetrating your virgin asshole.”

All I could muster in response was a faint whimper, I had no energy left at all.  She pushed the strap on slowly into my defenceless asshole, the lube made it easy work and the head of the rubber cock was soon passed my sphincter.  I could feel the head of the dildo as it buried its way deep into my ass.  I grunted as she raped me, pushing the dildo into me slowly but surely.  The pain was intense but bearable as inch after inch I was invaded until I felt her hips and the rubber balls of the strap on touch my ass.  Then she started to fuck me.  Smooth but firm strokes, she took the dildo almost fully out before the next thrust and I could feel the dildo head at my sphincter after every stroke.  She moaned in enjoyment.  Her grip on my hips hardened and her stroke rate increased.

“That’s a good bitch.  Take every inch of my cock.  You’re my property now.”

My only response came out of the gag as a quiet gurgling noise.  The pain in my rear was beginning to subside and an unusual sort of pleasure was building there.  The dildo was starting to stimulate my prostate and with each stroke I felt an orgasm nearing.  Her right hand left my hip and reached around to my cock.  She managed to stroke my dick from base to tip without slowing her pace at all.  Now the orgasm was unpreventable and I spasmed in intense pleasure as I filled the condom with hot sticky cum.  Her hand was removed from my penis.  Her thrusts became slower and less deep.  Eventually she pulled the dildo out leaving me feeling wide open.  She walked round and faced me.

“Look at yourself now slave.  Bound and gagged and your balls drained of cum by your Mistress and her strap on.  I told you I’d make you my slut.”

My face burned red with embarrassment as I realised what had just happened.  She’d made me orgasm from a firm ass-fucking.  I soon felt the aches and pains come back and the cum-filled condom felt awkward and sticky against my groin.  I was too exhausted to fight back; I just hung there limply in my bondage like a whore who’d just been used.  She removed the condom and held it up.

“Quite a load slave.  I’m very impressed.  In fact I have a reward for you.”

She unbuckled the gag with her other hand and before I could protest she pushed the condom into my mouth and reapplied the gag.  The warm, salty cum slid out onto my tongue and I gagged on the disgusting taste.

“Have a good night my bitch.  We’ll have lots more fun in the morning.”

With that she walked out of the room, her heels clicking and the strap on still bobbing in front of her.  She locked the door behind her and left me there.  There was nothing I could do but swallow my own cum and leave the condom in my mouth.  I quickly fell into a deep sleep.  And that was my first day as property of Mistress Savannah.