I love my old apartment at the ‘village ‘. I love the period details, the high ceilings and of course my lovely old furniture. The view is stunning as is the location, so close to the plaza and my favourite shops. When staying here I like nothing better than to spend a lazy morning relaxing and reading the newspapers and magazines before deciding how I will spend the day. This morning was no different and as I sat enjoying my cup of Earl Grey and a cigarette I thought of ways to amuse myself.
I had recently taken ownership of a new slave and as he knelt obediently beside me with his mouth open as a human ashtray I began to think about how to train him better and harder. He was proving a useful addition to my collection and quite amusing, but, like a new puppy needed strict training.
Carefully taking aim I flicked my ash into his mouth and it occurred to me that despite its usefulness there were certain design flaws with a slave’s mouth. It was useful enough for cleaning and licking and some of the noises that came from it during a particularly cruel whipping were quite amusing but as an ashtray it left a lot to be desired. It always seemed the mistress had to aim her ash. Admittedly it was fun sometimes to watch a desperate slave struggle to position his mouth to where he thought my ash might drop only for me to change position and then punish him severely for his failure when he missed it. But on the whole the usefulness of a slave was vastly improved with the addition of a gag. With a gag he could be used as a shoe brush, a floor or boot rag, a floor mop, toilet brush and a host of other things…sometimes it was amusing to see a slave do these jobs with their tongue but it was often too slow, sometimes far better just to attach a gag.
I have a large collection of slaves and a large selection of gags and I like to use the gags to break new slaves, even the most willing needs to be broken and made totally subservient to my will. I knew the gag shop in the plaza had just received some new stock as part of its re-launch and I was interested to see what had arrived. What better way to spend the day than choosing a new gag for training a new slave? I was also keen to meet up with the other ladies of the village and check on how things were going with the planned festivities tomorrow. So stubbing my cigarette out in the slave’s willing mouth I smiled to myself and thought what fun it would be to train my new slave with a new toy.
When training a slave I like to condition him to what I call blind obedience. My slaves exist only to serve and amuse me .Otherwise what would be the point of owning them! It is important that they learn to obey me instantly and unthinkingly as I require absolute control of all my property. As part of their training I like to play blind doggy with my slaves. Hooded, gagged and blindfolded the slave soon learns to walk to heel like any trained dog. Very quickly they learn to obey my voice and the pull of the leash. If not a swift kick in to the cock and balls and a severe beating usually corrects their behaviour.
Before long I was making my way to the plaza and the gag shop with my blind doggy slave in tow. I took a quick look in the window as I approached the shop but the new stock had obviously not reached the window display yet. I opened the door and went in. The shop was a hive of activity with several of my Mistress’ friends busy shopping for new toys. I exchanged pleasantries with Mistress Akella and passed on what I had read in the mornings newspapers about the expected number of mistresses for tomorrow’s event. As Mistress Akella left the shop I spied Lady Victoria Valente making a purchase and Lady Ezada Sinn slipping into the back room.
The four of us had planned something very special for tomorrow and I guessed we were all looking for new toys. I was tempted to follow Lady Ezada into the back room where the ‘specialist’ items were kept. This was usually my favourite part of the shop with so many wonderful devices for inflicting pain on unsuspecting slaves. I knew Lady Ezada would find something to her liking there. I was just about to take a look at what was on offer and exchange some deliciously painful ideas with my friend in the other room when a rather wonderful gag caught my eye.
I am always looking for new ways to use slaves. I have so many of them I need to keep myself amused and this gag looked just right for breaking my new blind doggy slave. I liked the way it encased the whole of a slave’s head whilst keeping him sightless and I loved the way the wide funnel mouthpiece was arranged. It was just what I was looking for. Obviously a funnel on a gag always opens up delicious possibilities, this one was no exception and I had already decided on a new use for a slave.
How wonderful to have a human waste disposal unit and what a way to break the new slave. I loved the idea of the blind doggy slave shuffling behind me on his knees as I placed all manner of things into the wide funnel. Sometimes it might be something nice like my cigarette ash, my spit or as a special treat my golden champagne. Sometimes it might be something not so nice like the things I might find at the bottom of my bin. No matter. I knew within a few hours my little slave would be desperately eager to swallow whatever his mistress decided to feed him.
I signalled to the shop assistant that I wished to purchase the gag and it was to be charged to my slave’s credit card. The assistant respectfully wrapped the gag and informed me it was proving a very popular item and Mistress Akella had bought a similar model only yesterday. Lady Victoria Valente came across and asked if I would bring the gag to the event tomorrow. Laughing I said most definitely.
Later back at my apartment I supervised the slave as he prepared things for the next stage of his training. I watched with satisfaction as he dutifully laid out my whips, nipple clamps, weights and the electrics. I smiled as I watched the slave and saw the mixture of fear and excitement in his eyes as I ordered to bring the bin from the kitchen. Instructing him to kneel before me I fitted him with the leather straight jacket fastening the arm straps tightly. As he knelt helpless before me I removed his regular hood and unwrapped my new purchase revealing the new gag to him for the first time. I laughed at the look of confusion and horror on his face as I fitted the new mask and gag, strapping it all firmly into place.
I lit a cigarette and smiling I announced that I was going to train him as my portable waste disposal unit. I felt a warm thrill of anticipation at the delicious pain and humiliation I was about to inflict as I broke this slave and bent it totally to my will. Tomorrow I might take it to the festival to be used by my mistress’ friends. But I will not tell it this. I would not like to spoil the slave…