The Slippery Slope Part III

The Beginning of the End

written for Baroness V by b.b. anonymous

It was almost two months before i met with Baroness again. We were both traveling and busy with other things. She had set Her website to advise everyone that She was out of town, so when i sent Her an email telling Her i was home, i received that automated response, then had to wait almost a week before i heard back from Her. i was so delighted when i got Her first email.

She asked me to come for a visit to finish the ceiling trim in Her bathroom and to spend an evening with Her to get re-acquainted. She suggested we share a bottle of wine and discuss story ideas for my writing.

Baroness wasn’t home yet, but i got to work as soon as i arrived, sorted through the partial cans of paint to find a match for the bathroom and then proceeded to paint the trim. i took my time and was careful to do a good job, knowing that it would be inspected.

i even finished the work before Baroness arrived home. It was great to see Her and to have that hug and kiss. She seemed very pleased with my work as usual. She also checked to make sure i was wearing my dog tag and CB6000, She seemed pleased and She demanded the key!

After dinner we sat in the living room. Baroness dimmed the lights and put music on. i poured the wine as instructed and we settled down on the couch.

We chatted a bit about our recent travels and began to feel the glow of the wine. i reached for Her foot and began to massage it. She smiled and said if I was going to do that I better do it properly, the way She likes it. “On the floor slave, on your back”.

i slid down onto the floor on my back and looked up at the Baroness. She was totally amused. “Kiss my feet slave”. She pressed Her foot onto my mouth. i began to kiss, all the while staring up at Her. “you are staring, slave. It’s not polite to stare.”

She pressed Her other foot onto my face as well, covering my eyes and partially covering my nose. i moved my head a bit and She pressed down hard with Her foot, making it even harder for me to breath through my nose. i kept kissing Her foot.

“Now lick slave, wash my feet with your slave tongue.”

i was so turned on i involuntarily reached for my penis and began stroking it. Instantly She was on me. “Stop that;” She said. She kicked my hands away, stomped on my stomach and then planted both feet firmly on my face.

“you have no self-control. W/we’ll have to do something about that. Put your hands behind your head, close your eyes and don’t you dare move.” She apparently tossed a blanket on top of me, but i was afraid to open my eyes to check.

i just laid there, afraid to move. i waited quite awhile before She returned.

i heard Her footsteps approaching. She kicked me in the side, not too hard, but hard enough to scare me. “Stand up and present yourself;” She commanded.

i stumbled to my feet and put my hands behind my head, stepped my feet apart and looked straight ahead. i hoped this was what She wanted. i'd read about it on Her web site.

She smiled and stepped in close to me. “W/we are going to take the next step down that long road into 24/7 slavery that I know you fantasize about.” With a clank and rattle She revealed what She had concealed behind Her back. It was a wide, heavy steel collar with chains and wrist cuffs dangling from it.

She held it up to my face. “Like the look of this slave? Tonight you get to experience it. Take your shirt off.”

i struggled to get my shirt off and handed it to Her. She tossed it onto the couch.

Then She turned back to me. She swung open the collar and lifted it up to the back of my neck, then She closed it and i felt it embrace my neck on all sides. She pressed in on it and it “clicked” into place. She just grinned at me and chuckled.

She reached for my wrist and pulled it forward, close to my neck. Again the “click” and my wrist was trapped up close to the collar. Without hesitation, She took my other wrist and fastened it into the other cuff.

“Now, my foolish slave, perhaps you can concentrate on my feet without reaching for that cock of yours. Back on the floor and get back to work on my foot bath.”

i lay back down and immediately Her feet were on my chest and my face. i began to lick in earnest, wanting to make amends for my foolish act of selfishness. She picked up the remote, changed channels and began watching television.

i noticed She had changed into black leather slacks. Their appearance and aroma caused my cock to harden once again, but in futility, inside the confines of the cock cage.

For almost an hour She kept switching feet for me to bathe with my tongue, the other foot resting either on my chest, stomach or teasing my cock and balls.

“That's enough;” She said. “Kneel up here in front of Me. She spread Her legs and I shuffled forward on my knees between them. “you did better that time, slave. you have earned a reward.” She reached off to the side and picked up a leather hood, then yanked it down over my head. She pulled hard on the laces down the back, sucking the leather in against my face, then She buckled the blindfold and mouth cover in place.

“Now, slave, I have a movie to watch, and then we will talk about your writing. Let's get you comfortable shall we?” She grabbed my head and pulled it into Her crotch, then clamped Her thighs in against my cheeks, trapping me between Her legs. my wrists were pinned against the steel cuffs, hurting them, and my face was jammed in so tight I had trouble breathing.

i could feel Her drape the blanket over my back and shuffle a bit to get comfortable, then She relaxed a bit. For the next two hours i struggled with the pain in my wrists and had to concentrate on my breathing. Occasionally She'd rub my head and pull me in even tighter, thrusting Her pelvis against me and clamping Her legs even tighter, but then gradually She'd relax a bit again and i could breathe a little easier..

When the movie was over, She pulled the blanket off me and opened Her legs. “Kneel up tall, slave and hold that position. i heard a few metallic rattles, then felt Her grab my left nipple. Then the pain as She closed a clamp on my nipple. Of course She repeated the process on the other side so that both my nipples were on fire at first, then began to ease into just a steady throb.

“I am positively sure that those nipples of yours will be a little distracting, but you will just have to deal with it. Now, I want you to share your story ideas with Me. I need fresh stories for My web site. I'll take notes, and then we can expand on some of the ideas. When we are done, I'll take the clamps off, so it would be wise for you to give me as many ideas as you can, as quickly as you can.”

“Lets try starting with a possible title and then describe the story in brief for Me.” She demanded

my mind wouldn't focus….. “I, I, ah, maybe ah, Life of a Slave???”

“Would you be this slave, and would I be your Owner?”

“Yes, Baroness. It would be set in the future; you have trained me and then taken me, seducing me into serving You full time.”

“Would you be living with Me then, slave?”

“Yes Baroness. i would have a small room downstairs and i would serve you 24/7.”

She looked pleased as my suggestion. “OK, I will add some other ideas and then you can work more on this Life of a Slave. We will see where it goes.”

“you are slouching slave.” She pulled up on the chain between the nipple clamps. “Kneel up tall and don't slouch. So, let’s go onto your next idea, your burqa idea. Tell Me more about it.”

“Yes, Baroness. Being under a burqa is very oppressive for your slave. It is de-humanizing. It is also hot and stuffy under there and under it hidden, you make me wear various restraints. Not to mention not wearing my glasses makes it very difficult to see through the tiny mesh in front of my face.

“Tell Me what you imagine I make you wear under it.”

“Various options. A maid's uniform, leather restraints, hobble skirt, high heeled boots, head harness gag, slut outfit.....”

“Sounds good for starters. I want a first draft of the initial chapter of your burqa idea within ten days. I will give you a copy of these notes to assist you.”

Without warning She yanks the clamps off my nipples. i cry out and struggle, trying to reach to my nipples to ease the pain, but the steel cuffs hold my hands helpless.

i feel Her snap something onto my collar and then the pull. I guess She has attached a leash and i am being pulled along behind Her. i can sense our direction a bit and guess She is leading me to Her bedroom.

“Will you need to get up for the bathroom during the night slave?”

“Yes Baroness.”

“Very well, I was going to chain you to the foot of my bed, but instead, we'll just slip these shackles onto your ankles and you can spend the night in the bathroom on the floor. Oh, and I don't want to be disturbed so be careful not to wake Me.”

She begins to strip off my pants and underwear, then snaps cuffs on my ankles and yanks once again on the leash. i crawl across the carpet and then feel the cold, hard tile floor in the bathroom. She removes the mouth cover of the hood, but leaves the blindfold in place. “Have a good night slave.”

I hear Her come into the bathroom a short while later, then all is quiet and i'm left to deal with the discomfort of lying on the cold hard floor. Sleep comes only in short naps as i drift off, and then soon reawaken from the pain in my hip or shoulder. i have no idea of the time. i get up very carefully twice to use the toilet, extremely careful not to make any noise and wake the Baroness.

“Eventually I hear Her come into the bathroom. Good morning slave. I have an appointment later today, so you need to get cleaned up and dressed so we can go for breakfast.” She explained as She removed the restraints and the hood, “your clothes are on My bed. you can use the shower in the other bathroom but be quick about it.”

i stumbled to my knees and crawled out to Her bed. Taking my clothes in a bundle i crawled to the door, then stumbled to my feet and stepped across the hall into the bathroom. The hot shower was wonderful. my mind kept repeating the events of the night before. i realized that i had experienced a more aggressive Baroness than i was used to. i wondered if this was going to continue. i felt a wave of fear wash over me with the shower water.

She banged on the door. “Hurry up in there. I want to go for breakfast.”

i finished up quickly, gathered my things and met Her at the front door, clicking Her stiletto heel loudly on the marble floor in impatient anticipation. i dropped to my knees and kissed Her feet in fear I had made Her angry. She smiled down at me, then pulled me up into a kiss. “Things got a little rough last night didn't they slave? I told you I wasn't a very nice person.” She grimaced evilly from ear to ear.

i just nodded and if I recall correctly, a tear ran down my cheek. She smiled in approval.

She handed me an envelope. “These are the notes from last night. I want that first chapter within ten days, sooner if you can. Don't disappoint Me. Let's go eat.”

I followed Her out. She drove to a nearby restaurant and She ordered for me. i enjoyed my time with Her immensely, but things were definitely changing. After breakfast She slyly slid my key across the table to me. “you get your freedom back…. for now. Maybe soon I'll just keep this key.” She snickered in a ‘just dare Me” sort of way.

As i drove home after breakfast i kept thinking about last night. i trembled when I realized that i had not resisted anything the Baroness did to me, i just accepted Her total control.

It was then that i realized that She had planted Her seed of addiction within me.

i knew i was beginning to slide into deeper helpless submission to Her.