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	Matthew had had a long hard day at the office. He enjoyed his work but sometimes like now the workload was immense. It had not helped that his Mistress had ordered him to send her a text every hour telling her something about himself, nothing important, just a little comment. She had also ordered that he was to wank every time he needed to pee. He was to go into a cubicle and wank, but not come. then he had to calm down enough to pee. All this had eaten into his precious time He had also spent his lunch break dashing into town, sorting out last minute arrangements. No matter how organised you think you are there are always things to do at the last minute. He was both physically and mentally exhausted. He looked forward to a soak in the bath before His Mistress arrived. He was hoping for permission to relieve himself. It had been over a month since he had been given permission to ejaculate. He opened the garage door, another thing his Mistress insisted he did. He had got into the habit of leaving the car on the drive but his Mistress insisted it be put in the garage. She called it lazy not too. He drove out of the evening sunlight and into the darkness of the garage. As he turned off the ignition he sensed someone standing by his door. Someone was closing the garage door. His heart started to pound his breathing became fast sweat started to form on his brow. What was going on? Was he being robbed? His car door opened. “Get out of the car” The harsh male voice demanded. Matthew fumbled with his keys not sure if to try to drive off but a hand reached down taking them off him and again he was told to get out of the car. Matthew was not a small man at 5 foot 10 but he felt small next to this man. He felt a hand on his shoulder and as he turned he saw the second man, equally tall and muscular, but he recognised him. Matthew was just about to speak when he was told to be silent. The man Matthew recognised moved his face close to Matthews’s ear. “You have a safeword. Use it and this all stops. Otherwise you do as you are told. Do you agree?” “Yes” Matthew answered his voice hardly audible. Matthew’s heart raced. What was this all about? A kidnap scene? He had talked to his Mistress about that. His heart was still racing, but now with anticipation as well as fear. Not the all consuming dread, the real fear of the unknown, the real menacing fear he had felt before he realised this was not going to end in his death or being hurt. Well not hurt in the wrong way. This was the warm exciting fear he loved. The first man put a rough sack of some sort over his head. He was pushed to the back of the car and bundled into the boot. He heard the car doors opening and closing. He was straining to hear what was going on. He was confused and excited, his mind racing. Who was the other man? He had never seen him before. Was he safe to be with? Would he respect his safety? The car started up and as they started to move Matthew held his hands and feet out to stop himself being thrown about too much. He tried in vain to get comfortable and found that the foetal position was about the best way to travel. As they drove along Matthew started to calm down. His mind started asking question after question. What was this all about? What was to happen to him? Who was driving his car? Would they be insured? He laughed to himself. He was always stuffy about these things and now he was stuffy in the boot of his own car. Stuffy! Now he started to worry about fumes getting in and suffocating him. As he started to worry and panic started to creep over him the car stopped. Even with the sack over his head and being in the boot he sensed going out of the fading light of the day and into darkness once more. Car doors banged. Muffled voices could be heard. Matthew said his safeword in his head. “I will use it if I need to” he said to himself. His heart was pounding. He was sweating and he was scared. The boot opened and he was roughly manhandled out. His hands were pulled behind his back and handcuffs put on. Matthew strained to hear anything, to smell anything. He desperately wanted something to tell him that he was ok. He was half led, half dragged along. He had no idea where he was. The two men had started talking to him from when he was dragged out of the car. ”Do as you are told and you will not be hurt” “You know you have to do as your told” They also talked to each other. “He will have no choice” one would say and they would laugh “I hope he resists” said the other continuing “I feel really mean today and I so want to impress the boss”. Their words tormented him, sending his pulse racing. He was dragged though some sort of building and up a set of stairs. They were carpeted; he must be in a house. His mind was racing trying to pick up anything that would help him work out were he was. He was roughly pushed onto a hard wooden chair. His hands cuffed behind his back made him lean forward. sweat ran down his face still covered by the sack. A woman’s voice proud and strong spoke. “Take off the cuffs and tie his hands behind the chair and his legs to the legs of the chair.” Matthew gave out a sigh. He recognised the voice, but as he did so, almost as if to re-gain their edge, his hair was grabbed through the sack and his head pushed down. “You do not make a sound unless it is to answer a direct question.” Her voice was powerful “You understand don’t you.” She did not let him answer but using his hair harshly made his head nod. “That’s better.” She released his hair and Matthew felt the two men working on him. The handcuffs were removed and his wrists were bound with rough rope holding them firmly onto the back of the chair. Each ankle was secured in the same manner to the chair legs. “Is that OK Boss?” asked one of the men. He felt his hands being pulled testing his bonds. He could smell her. She was standing so close to him he could feel her leg touching his knee. He breathed in her odour and it made his mind swim. Then roughly she took the sack from over his head. The room was in darkness except for a strong light directed at him. It was blocked out mostly at that moment by the figure of The Boss. She was tall and slender, A handsome woman in her mid forties. His eyes gazed downwards partly to divert away from the light and partly in submission to what was happening. She had black knee length leather boots on. Shined to perfection with five inch stiletto heels and a small platform, these took her to over 6 feet, a striking woman made even more so by her boots. She was wearing black trousers tucked into the boots. As Matthew’s eyes became more accustomed to the light he let his eyes move up. She was wearing a military Jacket. Black, single breasted, with polished buttons and lapels. Her long blonde hair that would normally fall over her face was tied back into a bun at the nap of her neck and a peaked military cap pulled down, covering her deep green eyes. She looked magnificent. Her beauty blew him away. He felt himself being aroused by her closeness, by her dominant presence over him, He felt small and weak in front of her. She moved to one side the light blinded him. He closed his eyes and lowered his head. ”So you may be wondering why my boys have brought you here?” her voice was level but menacing, almost playing with him. “Yes I did wonder” He tried to answer matter of fact, but it came out with a sarcastic edge to it. A hard SLAP went straight across his face. ”Show the Boss some respect.” One of her “boys” had hit him. Matthew could not believe it. He had expected her to hit him but the blokes? For a second he thought of safe wording, he was not sure if this was what he wanted. Then he heard her voice again. ”Thank you, but I can deal with this one now.” She sat behind a desk. “Matthew” Her voice was gently almost pleading. “All I want from you is the time, and the place and who has organised it. It’s a simple as that. Then we can all go home.” What was she talking about? Matthew’s head spun, his face red from the slap and his pride still smarting. “So Matthew lets start with where.” she paused for a few seconds and then continued, “That was a direct question Matthew. I now expect an answer” He could not think what it was about; he wanted to answer, but could not think what to say. He strained to see her beyond the light and as he did he saw her nod to one of her “boys.” SLAP Again his pride was hurt more than his face. How could she let, no not let, but tell one of these thugs to hit him? “I don’t know what you’re talking about” His voice was fast with a slight touch of irritation. She stood up and walked directly behind the light. He could not see her at all now. But he could smell her. ”You have been part of the organisation, but I know its not you who is responsible, someone else has put you up to it. So maybe it will be easier to tell me who is behind it all.” He was still confused. Her voice was not unkind but it was menacing all the same. She continued. “I know the date of the event; I just need the fine details.” The penny dropped. He knew the date, the time, the place and who had organised it but there was no way he was going to tell HER. “I don’t know anything, I have no idea what your talking about” His voice was now stronger and more defiant. He knew what it was about now and he would not betray the organisers and he would not allow Her to spoil the event. She moved next to him. “This is the last time I will ask you nicely. Who is behind it and where is it at?” she stroked his cheek as she spoke. “I have nothing to say” He replied defiantly. SLAP a sharper slap than before as her elegant hand struck his cheek. She grabbed his hair pulling his head back. Her face was now inches away from his, the brim of her hat touching his forehead. “You think you can keep it from Me do you, you little worthless piece of shit. I will show you, you will beg to tell my by the time I have finished with you.” She spat her words out, venom oozing as she continued. “I could leave you alone with my boys and let them get the information out of you”. His heart missed a beat. His head was hurting where she had hold of him, her breath was on his face as she spoke. He could not look into her menacing eyes as he felt he would be overtaken by their power. Would she really let her “boys” deal with him? As if she could mind-read she answered his question. “I’m not going to let them have the fun, I want to break you myself.” Turning from him she said “Boys check he is secure and then meet me outside.” She turned and left the room. One of her “boys” pulled at his hands and feet checking his restraints. The other moved to the light. As he turned to leave the light was turned off. Matthew sat in the darkness. His arms ached a little and his face still stung from the slaps but it was the back of his head that hurt the most. He would have loved to have rubbed it to ease the pain. As his eyes became accustomed to the darkness he looked around the room. It was a large room. Empty except for a desk and chair and a large light directed at him. If there was any windows they must have been on the wall behind him and blacked out somehow as the only light in the room came from under the door that was directly behind the desk. Matthew started to think how he could handle the saturation. He could lie, tell her false information. The wrong place, the wrong time, The wrong person, but would he be able to convince her? And in giving wrong information it was admitting that he was part of what was going on. Maybe it was best to simply deny everything, deny any knowledge of what was going on. His mind kept going over what had happened, he tried to keep his mind stable but he could not get the image of her out of his mind. She was beautiful and in uniform she was magnificent. Tall and slender yet she looked powerful and strong in uniform. He kept thinking of the boots, the shine on them had mesmerized him, who had shined them for her? Time lingered on, Matthew shifted uncomfortably in his chair. He thought about shouting out or of trying to move his chair by bouncing but feared it would fall. He knew he was safe, yet it all seemed so real, it all felt so real. As he started to go over the events again trying to work out anything to his advantage, the door opened again. She walked in and for a few seconds he saw her again, Still dressed in uniform standing over 6 feet tall she took his breath away. The light came on again and Matthew could see nothing. There was movement in the room, but he was not sure what or who or where. He moved his head so he was not looking at the light but down at the floor. The boys were in the room again, but things had been brought in with them He started to try to look around but his head was held tightly once more by Her firm grip. “Are you going to talk?” she asked matter of fact. “I have nothing to say,” He gasped through short breaths. Rough hands held his head and she expertly opened his mouth placing a ring gag behind his teeth and someone tied it behind his head. “If you can’t talk we will find another use for your mouth.” Her voice was level and mean. She moved to one side of the light the only place in the room were he could see anything with reasonable clarity. She put a bucket on the ground and slowly and seductively undid her trousers. She pulled them and her panties down. Matthew gasped. He was become very aroused by her actions and he could feel his cock hardening. Then as she squatted over the bucket his mind ran. She was going to pee in a bucket in front of the other men. He did not like this idea but as the sound of her peeing hit his ears all he could do was concentrate on his own feelings. He had not had permission to come and seeing hearing and smelling Her pee was turning him on badly. As she finished she stood and dressed as seductively as she had undressed. He could see her eyes on him, almost laughing at him. He realised his face was giving away all his feelings. She did not have to look at his pants to see how turned on he was. She moved towards him standing in front of him once more, the light behind her turning her into a silhouette. “You were not supposed to look” her voice was harsh. Her hand reached down and grabbed his balls and engorged cock. She squeezed hard. Matthew cried in the back of his throat, the ring gag stopping him crying out properly. He jerked as the pain spread through his entire body. Her eyes looking down on him, harsh and unforgiving. She released her grip and Matthew sighed in relief. She nodded to one of her boys who brought the bucket containing her pee over to her. The other boy held onto Matthew’s head firmly. The first boy scooped out some of the pee using an egg cup and handed it to Her. “So you still don’t want to talk?” Matthew shook his head as best he could when being held. “Keep him still I don’t want any dripping” she said and slowly poured her warm fragrant pee into his opened mouth. Matthew felt it trickle into his mouth and he had no choice but to swallow; she did it just at the right speed so as not to gag him but to make him drink. He had no choice his head held firmly back. She scooped up another eggcup full and repeated the exercise. She dropped the eggcup into the bucket and left the room. His head was still kept held back uncomfortably making it difficult to breath properly with the ring gag on even after he had drank down all of her pee. A few minutes later she returned. ”You can release his head now” she snapped her orders out. Matthew gratefully let his head fall forward. “So Matthew do you want me to continue to use your mouth or are you going to talk?” Matthew’s head spun what was she going to do to his mouth now? He shook his head in defiance. He would not talk he would not give away the information. “Ok boys you know what to do” she sat in the chair behind the desk watching. “I think I’m going to enjoy this” Her voice has an element of fun in it but Matthew did not feel any humour in what was going on around him and to him. The first boy, the one Matthew did not know, stood in front for him and unzipped his pants getting out his cock. He started to gently rub it. It was a large thin cock, which was already well erect before he started to stroke it. “I can’t see from here” Her voice cut through Matthews fear and he heard her move. She was now standing next to him. “Yes that’s better I can see much better now, I see my peeing has turned you on boy” she spoke to her boy, flirting, teasing. He continued to rub on his cock. “So Matthew are you sure you don’t have anything to say?” she let out a small laugh and continued “please say no, I so want to watch this.” Matthew felt his cheeks redden. He had never been with a man in this way before, his Mistress had teased him with it and he knew that is was something his Mistress would approve of, but like this here now? “The Boss asked you a question” the other boy broke through Matthews thoughts. Matthew shook his head firmly, he would not say anything. He let out a gargled defiant “No” from the back of his throat. His jaw was starting to ache with the ring gag but it was the sight of her boy wanking in front of him that scared him the most. “Ok Matthew get ready for a nice tasty snack” There was excitement in her voice and she held onto his head, holding his head just slightly back. Her boy moved in close as his breath was getting more rapid. “Oh yes Boss you just say when and I will fire right into the target” Matthew tried to move his head, his breath was rapid and he could have gargled out his safeword but he did not want it to end. His emotions were all over the place. He wanted to please The Boss, but he did not want a man to ejaculate into his open mouth. He did not get time to stop it. “Shoot” almost as soon as Matthew heard her speak he felt the hot thick liquid hit the back of his throat. Unlike the fragrant piss of a dominant woman this made him gag and want to spit it out. He thought he would vomit. But close to his ear he heard her voice. “Swallow, that’s it good, your doing wonderful” It was not the woman in uniform he was hearing but His Own Mistress. He composed himself by slowing his breath and as he was doing so, the ring gag was removed “Swallow” was gently said into his ear again and he did, tasting the saltiness of her boys spunk. Matthew gasped and moved his jaw up and down. She moved in front of him once more. “So now you want to tell me everything Matthew, don’t you?” her voice was no longer encouraging and kind but harsh and authoritative. “I have nothing to say” Matthew spluttered out. He was surprised at his own determination, but this was all about His Mistress and he would not spoil it all by telling The Boss the details. She nodded to one of the boys and before Matthew had time to take in what was happening a bucket of cold water was poured over his head. The coldness took his breath away, it sank into his clothes wetting him completely through. “You bastard” the shock of it made Matthew blurt out. As the word left his mouth he heard the scrape of her chair on the floor. She was at his side once more holding his wet hair in her hand. ”What did you call me” Her words spat out ”Not you, it was directed at him, It was the shock” Matthew stumbled over his words. “How dare you” She spoke with such coldness that it made Matthew shiver more than the coldness of the water. She gave him a sharp hard slap across his face followed by one on the other side with the back of her hand. “You think you are so hard, you think I can not break you? You are nothing, you are scum. You are just a dick sucking cum slut, you are nothing you will tell me everything I want to know and you will beg for me to listen!” Was she loosing control? Matthew heard such harshness in her voice that it scared him to a new level. “Untie this piece of shit” she snapped her order out to her boys. He was roughly untied and dragged to his feet his arms being held firmly by her boys. She came over to him and looking directly into his eyes she spat in his face. Keeping her stare even she ripped open his wet shirt, buttons flying off around the room. She took hold of his nipples and squeezed them pulling them away from his body. She twisted on them hard and tight. Matthew let out a cry and gritted his teeth. He loved his nipples being played with, but this was hard, almost more than he could stand. “AAAHHHHH” he cried. ”Talk you scum bag” ”No I don’t know anything, I can’t tell you anything” His words were forced and broken up by sharp breaths as he tried to fight the pain. She released his nipples and staring deep into his eyes she undid his trousers. She pulled them down roughly taking his pants with them. ”get them off him” she said to her boys turning her back on them One held firmly onto his arms while the other pulled off his trousers, pulling off his shoes at the same time. Matthew now stood naked and wet his hands held firmly behind his back She turned and looked at him taking her time, slowly looking up and down his naked body. “You really are a pathetic excuse for a man” she moved in close and grabbed onto his balls pulling them down and twisting. Matthew let out a cry of agony as his knees buckled under the pain. Her boys held him up. Still holding onto his balls, she asked him once more and Matthew once more shook his head. She moved away from him and ordered her boys to hold him against the wall. They dragged Matthew and one each side of him held onto his arms holding them out away from his body. Matthew then felt the first sting as the Boss struck her first blow with her cat-o-nine tails. A grunt left Matthews lips followed by a sigh as the second struck. The stinging was immense, the pain flooding through his body. She kept up the strokes on one side of his strong upper back, then the other. Over and over. As her rhythm of the cats kept beating down on Matthews back he slowly gave into the pain. His arms were released and he held himself up against the wall as he willingly took the cat over and over. His back reddening, the pain softening as his mind ran with the utopia of submitting to the pain dealt out by a dominant woman. Matthew did not hear the door close as her boys left the room, he did not know how long the boss kept up the rhythm of the cats but he did know that when she finally put her arm on his shoulder he was ready to submit to anything she asked or said. He turned to her his legs weak hardly able to hold him up. “Sit down my wonderful submissive before you fall” Her voice was soft and kind and he did as she asked. From somewhere she produced a large warming blanket and wrapped him in it. She sat on the floor next to him holding him in her arms, her hat no longer hiding her blond hair, her military jacket removed. She wore a crisp white shirt. Matthew looked to see and yes she still had those boots on. He longed to worship them and hopped that he may be able to later that night. “So do you want to tell me all about my surprise birthday party or not?” “I don’t know what you are talking about he said, gaining his composure.” He was in a no win situation. He wanted to answer his Mistresses questions but in doing so he would spoil the special surprise he had been working on for the past few months. “You are very special my Mattie, I hope you enjoyed my special present for you?” Matthew thought about all that had happened and snuggled his head into her shoulder and genuinely answered. “Yes Mistress it was wonderful”.

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