My name is Mistress Feral and I work with Mistress Hermaphroditee for TortureGarden.com. I will compile a fortnightly report on the kind of things we get up to in the dungeons. All of them will be based on real events. The names of the slave will not be disclosed, as no one’s interested in knowing them.

I would like to tell you about a slave we have owned for over a year now. He doesn’t have a name anymore; he is merely referred to as ‘oi’ or you. Calling him that would make things difficult to follow, so he will use subbie for the purpose of this piece. We met subbie at a Torture Garden event back in February 1999. He was wandering around amongst a herd of submissives looking for a drop of fulfilment. The feature that made him stand out from the rest was his keenness. His looks were average and he wore average submissive attire: leather trousers, a body harness, wrist cuffs and a collar. In his hand was a sports bag. It looked extremely heavy. An assortment of whips protruded through the half open zip.

“This one seems rather impertinent, Mistress Hermaphroditee,” I said, pointing him out with the tip of my cane. “Fancy a go?” “Oh, yes Mistress. Let’s will him over,” she said whilst tapping the end of her whip against the palm of her hand. As we stood tall and watched him timidly talk in turn to each woman resembling a Mistress, we knew it was only a matter of time before he would get to us. As he drew nearer, I caught his eye. From that moment, his night was to brutally change. With my index finger I summoned him. He gave me a suggestive look. Who me? His expression complimented by a self inflicted, index finger stab in the chest. I nodded my head in a smooth bouncing action. He picked up his pace and worked his way towards us, mumbling something incoherent with each step and stopping just short of falling on me.

He was excited, poor fool. “What are you looking for sub? Where’s your Mistress?” “I don’t have a Mistress,” he replied. “So what could you possibly have to say to all those women? We’ve been watching you subbie?” “I was just asking if one of them would like to whip me, Mistress,” he said while looking me in the eyes with a tilted head, like an ill-disciplined puppy. “Well, you’re in luck sub. I deem you to be of a rude nature, and to be deserving of a bloody good spanking. Go stand by the St. Christopher’s cross, put your things down and wait for me,” I pointed his way. “Oh! And one more thing!” This seemed to confuse subbie. He was very eager and already on his way. “Yes Mistress?” he said as he pivoted on the spot and looked me square in the eyes. “I don’t want to catch you looking me in the eyes again; you’ll only make things worse for yourself. Do I make myself clear?” “Yes, Mistress. Sorry Mistress.” “Now go and wait!” He bowed his head, turned, and hurried off towards his destiny.

Moving quickly, his sports bag settled down at the side of the equipment. He was poised in a crucifix position within seconds. In the dimly lit dungeon I could see the whites of his eyes willing us over to start the games. We finished our drinks, and then I turned to Mistress Hermaphroditee. “Shall we Mistress?” “Oh, yes Mistress. What a good idea.” We made our way toward the cross. We didn’t want subbie to pick up any bad habits. You know what they say; start as you mean to carry on, and this little bitch obviously hadn’t been trained. We needed to nip things in the bud. I grabbed his ear lobe and whispered in his ear. “Did I see you looking at me again subbie? I thought I told you about that? You must never look me in the eyes again, did I not make myself clear?” “I’m sorry mistress. I’m nervous and a bit excited,” he replied. “And what, may I ask, have you got to be so excited about? We’re here to teach you a lesson. You’ll do well to stay nervous and replace your excitement with fear. You wont be feeling too excited by the time we’ve finished with you sub. Now get them trousers down. I don’t wish to exert myself bashing away at leather.” He bent down and proceeded to undo his bootlaces.

With my bare hand I SMACKED him across the back of his neck. “What are you doing?” I enquired He turned his head to look up at me. “I’m taking my boots off Mistress, like you asked.” “You really are a dumb little bitch aren’t you? I said pull your trousers down. Stand up fool, I don’t have all day!” He sprung up and before he knew where he was, Mistress Hermaphroditee had his trousers and pants around his ankles. “Now put your arms up and spread your legs sub. You’re not the only one here, we’ve got a lot to get through!” From the look on his face, he seemed to think he might have bitten off a little more than he could chew. Mistress Hermaphroditee secured his hands, while I bent to restrain his feet. His left leg was tied in seconds, but the right was not spread wide enough. I was, by now, aware that there was no point trying to tell this sub what we wanted. I stood up and used my foot to kick his other boot into position. The trousers around his calves seemed to be somewhat inhibiting, and I liked this. “I want to make sure you don’t keep looking me in the eyes, so I’m going to blindfold you!” I pulled an old seamed stocking from my pocket and placed it around his head. “I bet that feels nice, doesn’t it sub. It’s mistresses’ nylons from the last Torture Garden. You are a lucky boy aren’t you?” “Yes, Mistress.” SLAP! Went my hand across his cheek. “When I want you to speak, I will ask you. Do you understand? You nod if you want to say yes. If things get a bit much for you, you may say, ëmercy Mistress.’ If I hear anything other that that, then I will be forced to gag you. Understand?” He nodded. Now that we had him tied up, the fun could begin.

I walked around to join Mistress Hermaphroditee. By now she was teasing his ass with her long cherry nails. “We will have to go easy on him, he only has a little bottom,” she said as she dug her nails deep, causing subbie to squirm. Now, there’s one thing I abhor more than an insubordinate slave, and that’s one that squirms for no good reason. We hadn’t even started and he was wriggling like a sushi victim. I leaned into him. “I can see we’re going to have trouble with you. You don’t seem to be able to keep still. You need to stop fidgeting. Are you trying to make us look incompetent?” “Yes, everybody’s watching subbie. Try to act like a brave thing will you?” said Mistress Hermaphroditee. “We like an audience, but not if you’re going to show us up. Don’t think we wont take you in a corner somewhere and beat you in private.” I pulled back from him and peeked down at the artwork Mistress Hermaphroditee had created.

His once smooth ass was now covered in thin red scratches, and looked like a game of ësnakes and ladders’ sans ladders. Mistress looked me dead in the eye and beamed. The cheekiest smile ever rose from the feline that lives in women, and she said, “I think he’s adequately warmed up; shall I go first Mistress?” “Please do, I’ll go and have a chat with the poor thing, shall I?” “Good idea!” she replied, “and don’t forget to tell him to keep his ass still, I might miss and hit his privates!” Whilst walking around the base of the cross I could see his head jolting violently forwards. As I drew nearer, I could hear him whining softly with every spank. I took his head gently in my soft hands, and placed it on my shoulder, the back of his head resting against my neck. Then, at a snail’s pace, I combed his hair with my fingers. He hummed like a bird, until I locked my fingers around a large tuft of hair, and yanked his head off my shoulder. He let out an almighty screech! “I don’t understand you, you’ve managed to keep nice and still while I was stroking your head, do yourself a favour and stop fidgeting. Mistress Hermaphroditee told me to tell you that if you don’t keep still, she will spank you in the ëprivates’. You’ll have plenty of time to squirm when I get my hands on you. I don’t mind worms. I used to eat them as a child. Besides, I work with my bare hands, and never miss.” His body was jerking over the centre of the cross.

From where I was standing it looked as though he was getting rodgered. Then something grabbed my attention. Standing directly behind Mistress I could see a man dressed in black, wearing a cowboy hat. He was holding back the crowds that had began to gather. With both arms stretched out, he was physically pushing individuals back in a neat semi-circle. I was unaware of any new T.G. security. Besides, he looked rather familiar. Who is that? I thought. My curiosity got the better of me and I made my way over to investigate. He saw me thundering towards him. This shrank him to half size, making him appear even more familiar. As I drew nearer, things became apparent. It was only dirt doggy – one of our submissives. What was he doing?

“YOU!” I bellowed, pointing directly at him. “What do you think you’re doing? Do you work here now? Did someone give you a job in this dungeon?” “No one Mistress, I’m helping you, that’s all.” “You’re helping! You’re getting on your fucking knees where you belong, that’s what you’re doing. You should know what I expect by now!” This one knew not to question me and collapsed at my feet. “You know what to do, don’t you dirt dog?” He nodded, and then got to work cleaning my shoes. I tilted back on my six-inch heel and raised the toe end off the ground. “DO THE UNDERNEATHS!” This seemed to shock a few onlookers, but he stayed true to his name, and lapped away at the soles. It was at this point I noticed he wasn’t appropriately dressed. I bent down and whispered, “Where’s your collar and lead, dirt-dog? Have you been running around free? We can’t have that, can we now?” “It’s in my bag Mistress. Shall I put it on?” I placed my right foot on his tucked back, then dug my heel into his flesh. This one should have known better than to turn up to the dungeon half dressed. With my heel still holding him down I bent to answer him. “If you don’t fucking get them on now I will beat you where you lie and you don’t want that, do you?” Even before getting to the end of my sentence he was sliding his bag towards himself and rummaging around.

As soon as he had them in place, I took hold of his lead and walked him over to the cross. I tied the end to the cross frame then placed my index finger in the middle of my lips. “SSSSHHHH! Wait there, you’re next,” I said. His excitement was obvious. If he had a tail, it would have been wagging. Joining Mistress felt like an invasion of her privacy. She was beating out a slow slapping rhythm on subbie’s ass, each spank connecting perfectly. She seemed oblivious to my presence. Her whip filled the air with a whistling sound, so I carefully manoeuvred closer her, so not to get caught by the tip. Sliding my arm around her waist I gave a gentle squeeze. She greeted me with smile and a peck on the lips. “You’re doing an excellent job, Mistress. Has he been good?” I whispered. “Not really. He hasn’t moved much, but he’s whined the whole time. Would you like to take over and finish the dumb bitch off”! She looked down at her feet seeming slightly perplexed. “I see you found the dog? I need him, I think I trod in something.” she said, then minced off towards dirt-dog. I ran one of my hands over subbie’s warmed, reddened bottom. “Mistress has been looking after you, hasn’t she?” His head bobbed in response. “She said that you’ve been making a racket. It that right?” He shook his head vigorously from side to side and blurted out a big fat “NO MISTRESS!” “Well, I thought as much. You just can’t keep your mouth shut. I think you must want to be gagged sub. Let’s have a look in your bag. I’m sure there must be something in there that I could shove in your mouth.” Dirt-dog was sitting next to subbie’s bag with Mistress Herm stroking his head. “Have a rummage through that bag there, see if you can find Mistress something to shut this one up.” Dirt-dog is well trained and has enjoyed being dominated by us many a time. He wasted no time and was already ploughing through subbie’s things. He knew better than to give me a yes or no. I like action, and he was eagerly obeying my command. He passed me a black inflatable rubber gag smiling and looking pleased with him self. “Well done! You are a good boy aren’t you?” I said. He wagged his head then settled back on all fours by Mistresses Herm’s feet.

– The End –