EXTRACT FOR
Made To Pay
(Miranda Birch)

Click! Clack! Click! Clack! 



Miss Zoe's high heels made a loud, resounding sound as she descended the broad stone steps down into the cellar. Upstairs, she `maided' for Mistress Sophie while she learned the ropes as a dominatrix. She met all of Mistress Sophie's slaves. Down here, she had a different sort of job. For it was down here that Mistress Sophie kept her special slave. His name was Jack Harper. Or rather, it had been Jack Harper. Mistress Sophie had renamed him Pisspot. Pisspot was no client. Pisspot was a real slave. 



Click! Clack! Click! Clack! 



Miss Zoe knew the sound of her stiletto heels on stone would fill Pisspot with dread. For him, nothing except suffering and humiliation ever followed that sound. But what was suffering and humiliation for him was fun and amusement for her and Mistress Sophie. 



The only uncertainty that would be in his mind would be whether she was coming down into the cellar to torment him on her own account or to take him up to Mistress Sophie. Which did he fear most? Probably the Mistress, she thought. After all, Mistress Sophie was totally in charge of him, whereas she was just a willing assistant. And Mistress Sophie had so much more experience than her. Wow! Some of the things she thought up to do to him! Not that Miss Zoe wouldn't be feared in her own right. She had made well sure of that over the last few weeks! 



Miss Zoe was wearing a maid's uniform. Mistress Sophie's clients liked that. It was one of many she possessed. This one was in the classic black and white `French maid' style, with a very short skirt and a low-cut top, leaving plenty of black-stocking leg and bare cleavage on display. 



Click! Clack! Click! Clack! 



Miss Zoe strode across the stone floor towards the heavy iron grille set in the centre. Reaching the grille, she looked down through it into an oblong pit of concrete, about six feet deep and ten feet square. Pisspot, she saw, was slumped down in an attitude of despair on the only item of furnishing in the pit, a block of 



hard wood some six feet long and two wide. 



Maybe he thinks I've just come down to piss on him, she pondered. That was one of her favourite pastimes and Pisspot had given up trying to avoid the frequent `golden showers' that descended on him. He had been punished for doing so. Now he just stood and took it. She smiled to herself. No such `luck' this time -- he was not going to get off so lightly! Although as a little starter -- why not? 



"On your feet!" bellowed Miss Zoe. 



Pisspot stirred. He had not been asleep. He pushed himself up. He was a rather short, slim man; about thirty years old, Zoe thought. He swayed slightly. 



"I want your full attention!" Miss Zoe roared at him. 



"Yes, Miss," Pisspot croaked, just able to stand erect in the shallow pit under the iron grille. 



He has learned to be very respectful, thought Miss Zoe. Not much left of that male macho bravado and arrogance he had shown to begin with. But then, she and the Mistress had taken care to beat that out of him! 



"How are you feeling today? Fit and well, I hope? I'm taking you to your Mistress in a bit." 



"No, no.. Miss... not fit and well," protested Pisspot feebly. "I'm naked and cold." 



Indeed, Pisspot was completely naked. Except that is for a stainless steel iron tube securely fastened to a ring tightly enclosing the root of his cock behind the balls. It was locked with a sturdy padlock, and was pretty much impossible to get off. Of course, if he had ever managed to get it off, he would have been found out and severely punished. 



Perhaps needless to say, neither of the attractive young woman who now controlled his life had any interest in him sexually. The main purpose of this device was therefore to deny Pisspot giving himself sexual relief. And so to keep him totally frustrated. 



"Oh dear, oh dear," sighed Miss Zoe with mock concern, "I am sorry about that!" 



She smiled sweetly, but her eyes were cold. 



"But then, as you know, you have been sent here to be punished," she continued primly. 



"It is so cold down here," said Pisspot weakly. "I'm freezing all the time." 



"Oh don't exagerate!" snapped Miss Zoe. "It's well above freezing." 



And it was indeed a few degrees above zero. 



"Perhaps I could arrange for you to have regular exercise sessions," said Miss Zoe. "That would warm you up." 



Pisspot made no response. 



"But then again, so would a regular thrashing with my riding crop!" 



Said crop suddenly lashed through the iron bars and caught the naked captive on one arm. He gasped, even though it was a minor pain compared with what he could and did suffer.