EXTRACT FOR
Triple Domination
(Miranda Birch)

Mistress Sandra sat at her ease and regarded her slave with quiet satisfaction. He stood rigidly at attention before her, hands on top of his head, whilst Mistress Sandra was seated on a very comfortable, well- upholstered arm-chair. 



She was wearing a pair of black leather, thigh-length, high-heeled boots; a skimpy leather G-string and -- not a stitch else. It gave her a thrill to dress like this, even though Pain Puppet could not see a thing. He would have liked it if he could, she knew that. And she might allow him to feast his eyes upon her later -- for a price. 



As ever, her slave was completely naked. He would be, of course. He no longer had a single stitch of clothing to his name -- or anything else, for that matter. He was hooded, as usual for this sort of `fun'. The hood could be made sound-proof; this time, it wasn't. The mouth of the hood could also be sealed; 



this time, it wasn't. He was locked in chastity usually, but for this little bit of fun, Mistress Sandra had unlocked his cock and it now hung free. 



Mistress Sandra had now owned this slave completely for over a year, and was well-pleased with his progress. He was improving all the time, becoming ever more submissive and obedient, acquiring more fortitude and powers of endurance. That said, there was still lots of room for further improvement. Improvement which she would have. Improvement which she would get. Her rigorous training methods would ensure that. 



His name was Pain Puppet; that is, that was the name his owner had given him. Pain Puppet was once Mr Reginald Dudley-Hythe; Mistress Sandra was once, well, she was once Mrs Reginald Dudley-Hyde, the young and beautiful trophy wife of a rich, middle-aged businessman. Now, she was Mistress Sandra, a slave owner. Pain Puppet's owner. And Pain Puppet was her property. As was all that had once been Pain Puppet's property. This sizeable house and grounds, for instance. 



There was complete silence in the room. And Mistress Sandra let the silence drag on. She had plenty of time. 



From time to time, Pain Puppet shuddered slightly. He never knew what was going to happen to him from one moment to another, and his nerves were being stretched. That was the whole idea of this kind of session. A most testing time for a slave. 



Then, Mistress Sandra rose, stood close to Pain Puppet and pressed her breasts to his chest, rubbing to his hairy chest. Pain Puppet started violently at the surprise of the sudden contact, but then got some control of himself. He was quivering tensely. 



"Am I not a kind Mistress?" enquired Mistress Sandra softly and in her customary throaty voice. 



"You are the kindest and most adorable Mistress any slave could have," replied Pain Puppet effusively. 



The effusion was partly genuine. For the session could equally have begun with him receiving a stinging cut from a cane across his buttocks. This kind of contact was much to be preferred. He savoured the feel of the firm, full breasts, their soft skin... and felt an urgent stirring in his loins. His heart beat faster, and his member began to swell. 



Then she was suddenly gone. 



"Naughty boy!" she said from somewhere to his left. 



Pain Puppet tensed again. Anything might happen. It was most nerve-racking to stand there: blind, naked, vulnerable. A hand suddenly cupped his balls and gave them a squeeze. Not hard; not so much painful as containing an implicit threat of pain. A proprietary squeeze, one might say. 



"Aren't you?" 



"Yes, Mistress," replied Pain Puppet. "I beg pardon, Mistress." 



"I should think so, too." 



The squeezing stopped. What next? What was coming now? Pain, or pleasure? Pain Puppet gasped as a hand seized his semi-rigid organ. It was a hand sticky with some cream. It could be cold cream or it could be Deep Heat. If the latter, his penis would be burning furiously in seconds. Pain Puppet waited, shuddering involuntarily again. It became apparent that it was not Deep Heat. Relief flooded over him. 



"I am too good to you," came the voice. She sounded amused.