Part 3 It was a complex game we played, the Mistress and I. I was not certain of the rules or if there were any, but soon after I became her personal servant I realized there was something unique in our relationship. She punished the other servants as much as always, the perfectionist in her always demanding the most from her staff, but I noticed she punished them coldly, routinely, almost grimly, as though there was little pleasure in it for herself, or perhaps not as much as she would like. Many times she seemed almost distant, lost in thought or even bored, though I doubt the recip… 続きを読む

Part 2 I slept the sleep of the dead that night, and awoke late the next morning. I lay on my stomach as I realized the sun was already shining, but I didn't care. What was the worst she could do to me, whip me? I no longer feared her whippings. The pain I could handle, it was her I could not. I felt I hated her with every fibre of my being, more than I hated sin. She was evil, pure evil, and I wished it had been I who had flogged her, even if it meant that I had to receive twice as much, it would still be worth it just to see her crying and writhing under the smack of the leather… 続きを読む

Part I -- Arrival I arrived at the DeMarcco mansion in late August. Summer was already fading into fall as winter comes early in such a northern province. I found the castle cold and dark and foreboding, despite the presence of the Master, who was young and handsome and extremely wealthy. He and his pretty bride were renowned for their lavish parties and generosity, and anyone in the country, including the Duke of Kennington, was always pleased to receive an invitation. I viewed my change of employers as a tremendous advancement, for a recommendation by the DeMarcco's would se… 続きを読む

The most sexually exciting and, I have to say, the most shameful experience I have ever witnessed was the bare bottom whipping of a young English woman at the women's reformatory in Georgetown, Queensland in 1948. I was just twenty five then and employed as a security guard along with seven other guys. There were only 120 women prisoners in the reformatory and most of the routine minding was done by the twenty or so female warders. The eight men were employed primarily in case of fights between prisoners and to subdue any of the women who became violent, neither of which happened… 続きを読む