The Slippery Slope Part II

Trapped, Without a Trace

Written for Baroness V by b.b. anonymous

Five days later I received an email from the Baroness. She outlined a few new chores for me to do and asked me what my schedule looked like. I responded with a commitment to visit three days hence and She confirmed the appointment. I was excited as usual, looking forward to being with Her again.

. . . . . . .

I arrived a bit early to a very warm welcome as usual.

I tackled the work and finished early. Baroness seemed very pleased with my work and told me I had definitely earned my reward.

She wrote an address on a slip of paper and handed it to me. “This is another property I want you to do some work on. I’ll show you around today so you can plan for the work. Meet me there in about 45 minutes. I have an errand on the way, but you should be there about ten minutes to six.”

Driving at a leisurely pace got me there 15 minutes early, so I parked and went for a coffee on the corner. I watched the time carefully and rang the bell at the house at the requested time.

Baroness opened the door. I entered and She closed the door behind me and locked it!

Wow! She was dressed all in black. Tall, shiny black leather high heeled boots, dark stockings, short black leather skirt and a semi-transparent black blouse. She took my breath away.

“This way”, She said, leading me into another room. The décor of the place was over-powering. Heavy wood doors with gothic arches and dim lighting. “Wait Here” She said.

She was gone for several minutes. I picked up a magazine, a copy of DDM, the famous magazine of ads from Dominatrixes from around the world and began flipping through it.

Then She was back, and carrying a collar and leash! She noticed the magazine. “Are you looking for a Domme? I’ve got news for you. You already have one. On your feet slave!.”

She smiled and Her eyes bore into me as She wrapped the collar around my neck and fastened it. “Now you really belong to me slave”, She said as She snapped the leash onto it and pulled me behind Her out of the room, into the next.

The next room left no doubt as to its purpose. It was a dungeon. “There are quite a few repairs to be done Here”. She pulled me across to a rack explaining that it didn’t move smoothly anymore.

The giant wheel on another wall apparently didn’t latch in place any more and the door to a closet/cell apparently jammed on occasion.

“So I’m going to have you working Here soon, but for now, I think I’ll just take the time to introduce you to some of the toys here and teach you the rules my slaves need to learn to live by.”

“Get undressed. Take everything off. Fold your clothes and put them there”. She pointed at a bench.

When I finished, She stepped up to me and dropped a leather hood down over my head. She yanked the laces tight on the back, squeezing the leather tight around my head. Then She fastened the pad across my mouth. “Hands out in front.” She fastened leather cuffs around each wrist, then told me to put my foot up on the end of the bench. She fastened the same leather cuffs around each ankle and added a short spreader bar between my ankles. Finally, She fastened my wrists together in front. Then She stepped in close, smiling at me, as She reached down and grabbed my cock, then my balls. I flinched, but said nothing. She stepped away momentarily and returned to show me a large black plastic hair clip, the claw type.

“When I wear this in my hair later, I’ll remember where it’s been,” She said. “It will be a bit of a distraction for you, but not painful, not yet. She spread the clip wide open and closed the teeth on my cock. “Sit on the bench Here.”

I sat on the bench and watched as She stepped once again to the other end of the room and returned with a short, light chain dangling from Her hand.

“She started to play with my nipples and knew what was coming. I’d had clamps on them before. I knew it was painful. She played with my nipples for a bit to get them to swell, then She pressed first one, then the other into place and let the spring loaded jaws bite into my flesh. It hurt like hell. I grimaced, and moaned, but took it.

“Up on the bench now, hands and knees.”

The spreader bar made it difficult, the chain dangling from the nipple clamps made them hurt like hell, but it was Her doing this to me. I was helpless. She was totally in charge.

I felt Her hands again on my genitals, but I couldn’t see what She was doing, but soon I figured it out. She pulled them out between my legs and I felt pressure on them. She was fastening a humbler to my balls! Yes, She was definitely in charge.

I struggled with the pain and waited. I heard Her walk again across the room. Then She was at my side again, talking to me. I was having trouble concentrating. Then I saw the riding crop in Her hand. She began caressing me with it, even tugging a bit on those damn nipple clamps. She hit me a few times, not hard, just teasing me. Then the walk again. This time She returned with a slapper. She took Her boot off and put Her stocking clad foot up on the bench in front of me. “Concentrate on my foot slave.”

She kept talking to me as She dragged the slapper over my back and legs. She slapped me with it occasionally, to keep me focused, even on the balls! Then She seemed to become bored with this. “On your back slave”.

It hurt like hell to turn over. The spreader bar made it awkward and the nipple clamps were still keeping my attention. Now that I was on my back I could look up into those tantalizing eyes of Hers as She smiled down at me. She leaned in close and began to talk to me. “So my slave, do you realize what you have let yourself in for? Witnesses saw you leave my house… no on knows you are Here…. I could easily keep you Here…. Look at you, you can barely move, let alone run. I could easily force you into that cage I showed you, or I could take your downstairs where we keep the others…. The ones in the coffins…. Hooked up to life support but helpless…. Trapped.”

Holy shit, what was She saying? She was just acting, right?

In a few days we can watch the news together. We’ll see the news of your search. But they won’t find you will they? No, because you’ll be Here with me. Then a few days after that we’ll see that the search has been called off and you’ll know that all hope is lost and that you’ll be mine for the rest of your days.

Then She climbed up onto the bench, standing over me looking down. Of course I’m looking straight up Her short skirt! Then She knelt and lowered Her ass onto my face..…..