Days had passed since that stormy night, and he carried about his duties one by one, each in exacting form and execution, perfectly for them. Mistress and her Protégé were all he lived for, rising early to prepare breakfast, staying up late to make sure everything was in its place before retiring to his cell, in which his Mistress had given him a satin cushion and blanket as a reward for his service. Day after day the routine came and went, until one evening, he was summoned to his Mistress’s study.
Walking up the long hall he could hear voices from behind the oaken door, laughing and talking as he approached. Knocking gently, he knelt and waited for the door to open.
“Come in.” The Mistress commanded.
Opening the door, he crawled to the front of her desk and knelt, eyes down, the smell of her Protégés cigarette filling the room. Footsteps moved from the back of the large desk to the couch that sat near the fireplace.
“Over here.” She pointed, snapping her fingers. Crawling without delay, moving deftly across the room stopping a mere foot away from my Mistress and her girl. Dressed in leather and silk, the very vision of a Dominatrix filled his eyes. Her girl took a long drag from her holder, the tendrils of smoke wafted above her head, curling around her face as she smiled. “We have come to a decision about you boy.” She seldom used his name anymore, as he was a mere possession, nothing more. “You will tell us everything you want to try, do and experience, and we will give it to you, for one night. If you survive, you will have a permanent place here as my Protégé’s plaything. Mind you she has a wicked sense of humor, and will just as likely flog you within an inch of your life, than please that little male…”she paused, taking a drink from her wine goblet. “Thing. If you fail, if you cum before you are allowed, if you displease us in any way, I will cast you out, as you are, never to return.”
Never to return, the words hit like nails. He had grown to love his Mistress and her girl, the playful way she would tease him, the hours spent holding her ashtray, the times he went out with his Mistress, collared and leashed, so proud to be hers. Was it worth one night of pleasure, one night of every fantasy rolled into one, and what would they use, how would they pick. Worry spread across his face as the pair looked on.
“See Mistress, he’s pissing his pants already.” Laughing, pointing at the man before her. Taking another drag, she sent a cloud of silver bliss in his direction. “I knew if you did this, he would turn pussy and run.” The Protégé got up and walked across the room stubbing her cigarette out in the crystal ashtray. Pouring a glass of wine, she put it to her lips and drank. “Might as well send his ass home now.”
Motioning for her girl to be silent, she raised her hand and looked at the boy. Collared, nude, and kneeling, he was as dutiful and as proficient as she had seen.
“So, boy. What will it be? This is a one time offer. And your time to accept is quickly running out.”
Looking at his Mistress, the thoughts colliding in his head, what if this, what if that.
“Tick tock tick tock…”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
The boy looked around at her girl, smiling broadly, lighting another cigarette.
“Yes Mistress, I will take the challenge. One night.”
Smiling broadly, Mistress rose from her sofa and walked over to him, caressing his hair and his cheek.
“Then prepare yourself boy…for a night you will never forget. Or you may wish to…”
It would have been easier to tell her what he didn’t want, than what he did. The list, long and expansive, but complete. He looked it over one by one, removing an item here and there. One night, he thought, they couldn’t possible do it all in one night, or could they? So many pleasures, and could he perform as they commanded. It had been many days since he had be ordered into chastity, and the mere sight of the Protégé’s cigarette made him exited. Watching his Mistress and he girl play, the absolute passion, the lust that rose within him, never to be revealed. Putting the final touches on the list, he slid it into the envelope and placed it where he was commanded to. Returning to his cell, having made sure all was well, he fell fast asleep.
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