If Mistress Suki had a heraldic coat of arms, the family motto would read ‘Why do when You can get a male to?’
Mistress Suki’s rice crispies don’t go ‘snap, crackle and pop,’ they go ‘sssh She’s coming.’
Mistress Suki is the beating heart of The House DuCroix. Mistress Suki doesn’t do. Mistress Suki delegates.
Strict and demanding, Mistress Suki expects things to be done. Quickly. Mistress Suki is just what The House needed…..not to mention me.
It is an honour to be Houseboy. Mistress Suki’s slave. To serve and be disciplined by this intelligent, articulate, pretty young Lady a privilege. Today Mistress Suki was busy in Her position of partner and senior Mistress at The House.
Mistress Suki had a Lady calling in. The Lady, a pretty twenty year old, had enquired about a position as Mistress at The House. ‘I will need you, boy. Shower and make sure you’re clean. I will be checking’. I ran at Mistresses orders.
Wow. What a life I lead. 53 years old and was showering prior to having to appear nude and have two young Ladies inspect, beat and treat me as Their animal and slave. Basically I was old enough to be one of their grandfathers, father to the other. Now I was to submit.
Ding dong. Ding dong. The doorbell announced the arrival of Miss Charlotte. Mistress Suki had prepared for the visit a full half hour ago. Mistress had had me squat in the cage. Squatting, cock tightly secured by rope, balls supporting two weights and fully presented and displayed, I crouched totally exposed, naked and available if either of the Ladies wished to inspect me.
Downstairs I could hear the two Girls chatting and laughing. Mistress Suki the perfect host as She explained the workings of The House whilst showing Her guest the ground floor layout.
Mistress Suki had no concern for me. Waiting. Squatting naked in my cage in the corner of the dark dungeon. ‘The wait will do it good. Build the anticipation, trepidation and anxiety.’ Mistress Suki’s only response to the new Girls slightly
concerned enquiries as to my welfare.
Upon hearing Mistress Suki ordering Steff, the House TV and bi sexual, to make the two Ladies tea, I became aware that I was in for at least another twenty minute wait. The anticipation, trepidation and anxiety built.
Soon a twenty year old Girl, not more than thirty minutes after stepping from the street into a dungeon, would be climbing the stairs, entering the room and viewing my nudity. Then taking a whip to me under Mistress Suki’s guidance.
Five Pink Floyd tracks passed as I squatted waiting. Between tracks I could hear the sound of joviality ascending from downstairs. It was as ‘Comfortably Numb’ played that I heard the downstairs door open and close closely followed by foreboding footsteps. Comfortably numb? My bottom soon would be!!!