Vampire's Submissive Slave2

Madame licked up some blood from his chest and kissed his forehead, the blood mixing with the spit from before and running down his face. Wanda went down on her knees and breathed on his balls. Licking his cock, Wanda gathers his balls in one hand, the Captive writhing and shoving his cock in her face. Wanda bit his ball sac, not hard enough to break the skin but enough to engender a strangulated whimper. Wanda pulls the candle out of his arse and stands upright, scrutinising the mucus speckled with shit.

“I’d like to shove this down your throat but you’d whine like a bitch if I ungagged you. I’m not into a dialogue with a lump of faecal matter.” Wanda smeared the ass mucus on his face. This seemed to amuse the Captive despite his deprivations, his cheeks jiggling around the ball gag. Madame Wanda’s eyes burned red, incandescent with fury she stormed over the table and returned to the Captive with a pair of nipple clamps, two bull clips attached together with a chain. She attached the bull clips to his nipples and yanked hard. The Captive’s eyes rolled back, finding the pain exquisite. Wanda gave another couple of tugs and he twisted and turned like rag doll idly tossed around by a kid.

“So you think you are hardcore, eh, pig twat.”

There was a knock on the cellar door.

“Ah, refreshments. Enter.”

The Servant clumped down the stairs holding a silver tray, on which was a pot of Earl Grey tea, two china cups and a jug of milk. Dutifully he poured his mistress a cup.

She accepted it and sipped it cautiously; noticing the Servant had rolled his sleeves down and secured the cuffs with a lovely pair of gold cufflinks she had presented him with, almost a year to the day, for his loyal and proficient service. Mistress possessed the common touch.

“Excellent Milton, delicious and piping hot. Maybe our guest would like a drink.”

The Servant smiled broadly, “A splash of milk ma’am?”

“I am nothing but merciful.”

The Servant poured a cup and added a splash of milk. Wanda drained her cup and picked up the other.

“This will help revive you, a good old English cuppa.’ Wanda dipped his cock and balls into the brew and it was as if she had delivered an electric shock, the Captive stiffened, every sinew taut, head stretching upwards and his bowels emptying. Wanda observed the excrement hitting the floor with horrified fascination. The Servant looked on blankly; he’d seen it all before.

“Well,” said Wanda, “This is all getting rather distasteful. If only Marge was here, she would ... elaborate. Scat is certainly not my bag. Never mind dear, what’s past is prologue. We begin again.”

Wanda kissed the Captive absently on the cheek and turned to the Servant, “Milton, you need to muck out the stable later.”

The Servant assented with a bow.

“Wipe the creature down and stick him in the pillory,” Madame Wanda was at the table, rummaging in a cosmetics bag. She dug out a lipstick and compact mirror.

“If he gets uppity yank his tit chain,” offered Madame.

The Servant undid the Captive’s restraints and he flopped to the floor like a puppet whose strings have been snipped.

“Crawl to the pillory, dog. On all fours like the bitch you are.”

She stuck the toe of a boot up his arse crack to guide him on the way. The Servant picked him up easily and secured his head and wrists in the pillory.

“Face down, ass up. What a sorry fucking spectacle you present.”

Mistress Wanda inspected him contemptuously with narrowed eyes.

“Milton, be a darling and give his arse a wipe, there’s some wet wipes on the table, just get the shit off and dab a bit of blood on,” said Wanda.

The Servant began his task.

“Leave them on the tray I know someone on craigslist who’ll buy them. You’ll be off to the post office with the old jiffy bags again.”

For a second Milton’s loyally sombre demeanour seemed to waver, offering a glimmer of a puzzled reaction shot, but he quickly knuckled down and cleaned the Captive to Madame’s satisfaction.

“Milton, go and wait outside the door. We are at the beginning of the end.”

The Servant nodded and ascended the stairs, crunching the door shut behind him.

“I do wish he wouldn’t bloody slam it,” said Madame Wanda irritably.

“Just I and you again, how the mighty fall, here I am, reduced to working with a recycled turd like your good self.”

Wanda lazily drew the word ‘bitch’ on his forehead in pink lipstick and loosed freezing laughter that resonated within the chamber.

“Look at you. Not quite the big man now are we.”

She showed the Captive his reflection in the mirror. He seemed oddly pleased by it, which irked Wanda and provoked a casual cruelty. Wanda held his nose between thumb and forefinger and watched his face go blue and felt her pussy moisten at the terror in his eyes that seemed eager to slide down his checks like so much melting wax. She released his nose and the Captive snorted air greedily. Wanda delivered a crisply executed slap across his face, startling the Captive and making him piss again, the blow hard enough to mark his left cheek. She turned her attention to his other end, lipsticking ‘SL’ on one arse cheek and ‘UT’ on the other.

“If only your mother could see you now,” mused Wanda. “I’m sure she’d be overwhelmed with pride.’ She picked up a spanking paddle and delivered a ferocious blow to his buttocks, then followed it with four more in swift succession. Wanda stepped back to admire the results of the thrashing, “Your arse is red raw, dear boy.”

Wanda sensed the Captive was near the cosmic connection extreme ritualistic pain and controlled humiliation compelled, spent physically his mind was lost to the stars, time to gently guide him home, to engineer a conclusion. She lubed his anus and slid a butt pug in, playfully wiggling. No real rough stuff now. His cock was rock hard, mind annihilated. Wanda put on her vampire gloves; black leather with metal tacks set into the fingertips, and dragged them slowly down his backs.