Mistress Edna had one daughter, Mistress Susan, a cruel and sadistic domanitrix who, being quite wealthy owned a chattel of eight slaves. Mistress Susan was twenty eight years of age and had recently inherited her mothers leather emporium. At fifty years of age Mistress Edna had decided to retire and spend more time at her country home, more time for enjoying torturing and tormenting her slaves.
Mistress Susan had inherited her mothers good looks and cruel and stern nature but was exponentially more sadistic in her treatment of slaves. Several had already died from being tortured, two from being whipped to death, one from starvation and hypothermia, after being left to hang by his genitals in a cold and lonely abandoned cottage, and several had died from choking on their own vomit after being used as ashtray slaves.
Mistress Susan’s ashtray slaves would often suffer the most as Mistress was a chain-smoker, smoking up to two packs a day of Berkely Menthol 100’s, sometimes, like her mother, preferring More Menthol 120’s, or an occasional cigar.
Mistress Susan would play with and torment her ashtray slave, constantly burning them by dragging the cigarette across their naked flesh and often stubbing out the cigarette on the most sensitive parts of the slaves body, particularly the cock, balls and nipples. The ashtray slave would be always naked before his Mistress, naked that is apart form his shackles and collar, and would always be kept fully shaven.
An ashtray slave, Mistress Susan kept several, would be permanently chained to Mistresses bed, and would be expected to be in position, head back, mouth open, tongue extended, every morning upon Mistress Susan awaking. If he was not in that position at that time, he would be severely punished.
Another ashtray slave was kept constantly at Mistresses side during the day. Wherever Mistress went, ashtray slave was to crawl behind her and present his mouth open ready to receive her ashes and cigarette stub. Mistress Susan had several of these such ashtray slaves that were put into service by rotation. An ashtray slave could only be used for one or two days before he would have to rest and recover from his treatment. The slaves stomach would be pumped and cleaned out, fifty or so cigarette butts in the slaves stomach otherwise would make the slave unfit for service. Also the skin of the slave would be given a day or two to recover as uncountable burns would cover his body. The slave would be lowered into a special saline solution that would accelerate the healing process. The slave would be hung by his neck and would be standing in the solution for up to ten hours, so actually there was not rest for the ashtray slave.
Mistress also kept a pleasure slave, as well as often hiring other pleasure slaves from a slave agency. Her pleasure slave, when not in use, was kept in a cage within Mistresses large walk-in wardrobe. The slave would be let out during the day when not in use for fitness training, toiletry duties and feeding. Apart from that of cause, the pleasure slave would be let out when Mistress Susan demanded pleasure.
The pleasure slave had a large cock of eight inches and Mistress Susan would ferociously ride that cock, often achieving multiple orgasms before kicking the slave away were he was then locked back in his cage by the butler slave. The pleasure slave was never allowed his own release unless ordered to by Mistress Susan and so he would be returned to his cage with a throbbing aching cock. Once his cock had returned to a flacid state then a painful and tight cock cage would be applied by the butler, sometimes Mistress Susan would also come and check that the cage was properly attached to the slave. The cage would be a contraption made of steel with sharp internal spikes that dug painfully into the slaves cock if there was any attempt to get an erection.
Mistresses butler would sometimes be engaged in serving Mistress aural pleasure, often being called upon to do so while Mistress leisurely relaxed at night, enjoying a movie or television program, Mistresses feet upon a foot stool slave, her ashtray slave by her side.
Causing pain to a slave brought the utmost sadistic sexual pleasure to Mistress and therefore Mistress was in an almost constant state of sexual arousal. Therefore the tongue of the butler or the cock of a pleasure slave were all in regular use.
Mistress Susan would take great pleasure in visiting her mother, not only for the joy of seeing her mother again but also for the pleasure in tormenting her slaves who she knew feared her greatly. Mistress particularly enjoyed receiving pleasure from her mothers very handsome pleasure slave who had a slightly larger cock than her own slave and Mistress Susan enjoyed the occasional change.
Mistress Edna only kept one ashtray slave and he was likely the slave that feared the visit of Mistress Susan the most. Mistress Susan would take great pleasure in burning that slave with her cigarettes, secretly whispering in his ear that her mother didn’t pay enough attention to burning him so she was here to make up for any lack. In fact it was true that sadistic and cruel as she was, Mistress Edna was not nearly as cruel as her daughter and treated her slaves relatively well. Possibly the reason was also that being frugal in her spending, Mistress Edna was apposed to spending money on replacing slaves too frequently and so preferred getting the most use and lifespan out of her own slaves.
On the day that Mistress Susan had visited her mother at her mothers country home, a boot licker slave was positioned at the door ready to receive Mistress Susan. The boot licker would with his eyes to the ground, upon the appearance at the doorway of a Mistress, inch forward, kiss the boots or shoes of the Mistress and then turn on to his back, with his tongue out so that mistress could use that tongue to wipe any dirt or mud clear from the soles of the footwear.
The bootlicker that day was hired from an agency. It was the first time he had been to Mistress Edna’s household and so was completely unaware of Mistress Susan’s particular sadistic ways. Of cause all Ladies in Femdonia were naturally sadistic and cruel by nature, however some were more than others.
When the boot licker slave, his nose to the ground, heard the sound of Mistress Susan’s Mercedes sports car grinding to a halt in the gravel of the front driveway, he became excited and anxious to serve. To him it was a great honour to serve a Mistress. The bootlicker slave had been trained since childhood to lick clean the boots and shoes of whom ever he was engaged under, he knew his position and was eternally grateful to the Great Femdom Goddesses to have the service given to him.
The boot licker slave heard the crunch of the gravel and then the clack of Mistresses heels as Mistress Susan approached the front door. The door was open slightly and swung open with a small push by Mistress. The cool air and morning light entered the hallway and the cool air caressed the body of the boot licker slave who remained perfectly still, awaiting Mistress to enter and approach him.
Mistress Susan stood at the doorway contemplating the slave prone before her. She looked at his umarked back, free of any whip marks and wandered how big his penis was. She stood there for sometime. This confused the hapless bootlicker slave. He was unsure of what to do. Normally the Mistress would approach, he would lift his head slightly, just enough to see the top of Mistresses footwear, giving a loving kiss and then closing his eyes he would turn on to his back and avail Mistress of his tongue. This was the normal procedure, he had done this many times but today Mistress was not approaching, instead standing in the doorway, unmoving. He began to fear that he was doing something wrong and raised his head somewhat to see if something was amiss.
Slaves were, unless ordered, expressly forbidden to look at the body or face of a Mistress. At all times slaves would only be allowed to look at the floor or footwear of a Mistress. If ordered they may look up, Mistresses often took great pleasure in looking at the fear and pain in a slaves eyes, so therefore the slave would often receive such an order, especially at the times that a Mistress was administering some painful punishment or torture to the slave. Otherwise to glance at a Mistress was expressly forbidden and would result in severe punishment.
Due to his confusion the bootlicker slave momentarily forgot the rules and looked up at Mistress Susan standing with one hand hand on her hip in the doorway of Mistress Edna’s country home. Quickly remembering the rule he swiftly returned his head to the ground, touching the floor with his nose. However what he had just seen before him was etched in his brain. It was extremely rare that bootlicker slave had seen a Mistress before, although he had seen countless footwear, he never raised his head to look upon the body or face of a Mistress.
What bootlicker slave saw before him for that brief moment filled his heart with fear, lust and excitement, all simultaneously each emotion vying for attention and mixing with each other emotion. With his nose to the ground he thought about the magnificent vision he had just seen standing before him. Mistress Susan was about five seven, with her five inch heels she appeared a tall six foot in stature. She had chosen today to wear a tight black leather mini skirt and seamed stockings which were being held up by a leather garter, the tops of which could just be seen by the hem of her mini skirt. A black leather corset showed off her perfect c-cup breasts and a short fancy fur coat adorned her back. Long leather opera gloves adorned Mistresses arms and hands. The hand on the hip was holding a large black leather handbag and in Mistresses other hand was a cigarette, the crimson lipstick stain visible on the tip. Mistress Susan was wearing tight long black leather thigh boots, the five inch heel slim and pointed with a shiny metal tip at the end. She looked the embodiment of a trendy and gorgeous twenty something Goddess. Mistress had wavy shoulder length brown her and striking cheekbones, accentuated by make up that gave Mistress a severe look. Mistress Susan took a long drag from her cigarette and took a step forward. Bootlicker immediately started to raise his head in anticipation of kissing Mistresses beautiful leather boots but Mistress sharply snapped at him, ordering him to get his head back down on the floor. The tone of Mistresses voice brought fear into his heart.
Mistress stood with her leather booted feet nearby the downward turned head of the slave.
“You know, don’t you slave, that it is forbidden to look upon a Mistress unless you are ordered to do so. DON’T YOU SLAVE?”
“Yes Mistre…”
“SILENCE!”
The slave started to reply but was quickly silenced by Mistress again snapping at him.
“You know also that any disobedience by a slave will be severely punished, don’t you slave?”
This time slave did not answer, instead he started to tremble with fear. He could hear by the tone of Mistresses voice that he was in for a very painful time, Mistress Susan sounded cruel and stern.
‘So, what should we do with you slave? How should we punish you?”
As Mistress said this she raised her right foot and balanced the sharp heel on the top of the slaves left hand that was positioned on the floor, just by his head. Very slowly and deliberately Mistress, began to exert pressure on his hand. When the pressure reached a point that the slave began to squirm and wimper in pain, then Mistress Susan began to slowly screw the heel into his flesh, rocking her foot side to side, still slowly applying ever increasing pressure.
The heel was positioned between the bones of the slaves index and middle fingers, and as Mistress applied more pressure and continued to screw her heel into his flesh, the skin teared and blood appeared. By now the bootlicker slave was squirming and screaming in agony, however he knew better than to move his nose from the ground, and so even within that intense agony he managed to maintain his position. With a final vicious screw of her heel Mistress Susan raised he booted foot and returned it to the floor.
“Lick that blood from my heel slave” Commanded Mistress Susan.
The boot licker slave, without hesitation got to work on licking his own blood for her heel, he even thought he felt some of his skin from his hand on his tongue as he licked away.
In the meantime Mistress Edna who had been attending to her rose garden had heard the screams of the bootlicker and came to investigate the sound, knowing full well that her visiting daughter was somehow likely in attendance and a cause of the scream. Mistress Edna’s ashtray slave was also in the garden, he had been tasked to licking the patio clean, and had also heard the screams. Fear reached his heart. He knew also that the cause of the screams was likely Mistress Susan, he also knew that his time would be coming very soon.
The delight on Mistress Edna’s face as she behold the sight of her daughter, the bootlicker slave lapping at her heel, quickly turned to anger as she saw the bloodied hand of the slave and she asked her daughter, “What has this wretch done to displease you darling?”
“Hello mother. Yes this despicable little creature dared to look up at me. I don’t know where he got his training from but I think I will have to etch into his tiny little brain some good manners so that he will remember for the rest of his pathetic little life not to ever, ever again, displease his Mistresses.”
The way Mistress Susan emphasised the words ‘ever ever again’ brought renewed fear into the slaves heart and resisting the urge to plead for mercy instead continued to lick Mistresses heel with enthusiastic endeavour.
“How dare this wretch displease you in this way.” said Mistress Edna. “Here I’ve just picked these from the garden,” she continued as she held out a long stemed red rose. Along the stem were many sharp thorns.
“How beautiful mother'” Mistress Susan commented as she held the rose and smelt its beautiful fragrance, “And look how Mother Nature provides something to punish a slave with at the same time as providing something so fragrant and beautiful.”
At that both Mistresses Edna and Susan both started to whip the back of the bootlicker slave with the thorned stems of the roses. Mistress Susan made sure to drag the stem a little after it struck the back of the slave so that the slaves skin would tear. The slave screamed and arched his back, his skin again and again tearing as the thorns dug into his skin. Blood splattering all along his back, Mistress Susan screamed at him to kiss the ground and not to raise his head unless he wanted things to get much much worse for him.
In his pain and torment he felt that things couldn’t get any worse than this as he was struck again and again until the rose stems were all but destroyed and his back was a bloody mess.
“I think an additional fifty lashes of the bull whip will suffice Mistress Susan, what do you think?”
“Well I don’t think this pathetic little worm has the balls to survive fifty lashes but still that sounds like immense fun!”
“Well then maybe we can do it over a period of time, give him some breaks when it looks like he is going to pass out, give him sometime to recover and then start again?”
“I have him on loan and fully insured for all damages, let just say it’s a little treat for you Mistress Susan.”
“Oh mummy you are too kind!”
The Ladies laughed together as they walked away from the broken slave who was left to contemplate his fate.
The butler was ordered by Mistress Edna to bring the bootlicker to the the whipping posts to be shackled spread eagled and then was left for sometime while the two Ladies sat in the morning sun on the patio chatting and enjoying some champagne and smoking cigars.
Ashtray slave in the meantime was ordered to go lick up any mess present in the doorway, the slaves blood and some of Mistress Susans ashes were quickly cleaned up and he then hurriedly returned to the patio to receive the two Mistresses cigar ash in his open mouth. After sometime both Mistress Edna and Mistress Susan tired of their cigars and one by one they stubbed their cigars out on the ashtray slaves body, Mistress Edna choosing the slaves upraised palm as her receptacle and Mistress Susan slowly extinguishing the butt out on his upper chest, relishing the pain she was causing him as he tried his best not to squirm and scream in agony.
Once the Mistresses had finished stubbing their cigars out they both took final sips of their champagne and then stood up, both taking a long black leather bull whip from the out stretched hands of the butler, and then approached the hapless shackled slave, who by now was trembling in fear, and had even urinated down his leg in anxiety. Today was going to be a day that the bootlicker would never ever forget, and would remember the shear agony of two beautiful Mistresses whipping him to within inches of his life, shredding the skin from his back and arse as they laughed and joked, enjoying every single moment of his despair and agony, relishing his screams and pleas for mercy, which were only answered by more lashes from Mistresses whips.