Prologue

 

The view out of my new bedroom window is stunning; The house had once been a school located on the outer fringes of a small town, a town which had expanded somewhat over the ensuing years. We had about eight and a half acres of walled in land, which offered total privacy. Nowhere were the grounds overlooked, the walls were brick and the gates high, offering a very restricted opportunity to anyone that wished to look inwards to my domain.

It has been a year and a half since I relocated our Bondage Domination Sadomasochistic or 'B.D.S.M,' services to those of you in the know, services my business provides to selected clients. It had been nearly three years since my mentor Lesley had passed on along with my half-brother, her slave. During that time dear diary much has happened, the business has expanded with new horizons added to the services we, that is my staff, and I, are capable of supplying.

This you are reading is the first page of my new personal diary, for those that had the honour and privilege of reading the original diary, which was published under the title, 'Madam In Attendance' by S.M.Ackerman, Published by ' Pink Flamingo Media.' Those of you who have taken the trouble to read the original diary will know, already that I lost that diary in the relocation to these our new premises. How I had it returned some time later makes for an interesting, if slightly unbelievable tale, which I might regale to you later in what will be this my new and ongoing revelations..

I have been gifted a new diary by my staff so the tale will continue, for all to read. I sincerely hope, if you deserve to read this private reminiscence, that you do so in a suitable way, with suitable consequences. As such your invasion of my privacy is unacceptable and should have real consequences for anyone that enjoys reading about the B.D.S.M lifestyle and mine in particular. I would think that being down on your knees would be a good starting point for one such as you...

It is my intention to continue mostly in the same way as previously, so this will contain our personal stories in detail, covering our lives and living. Following the successes of the previous diary after publishing this will be intended to be made available in much the same way. Clearly as you are reading it that has been done, therefore all I can say to you directly is, 'read on if you must,' but I will also point out that despite your purchasing this diary you are still invading my privacy and as such deserve to pay! Remember that each time you open this diary's pages, and act on that thought if only out of respect for the Madam that has gifted you such a privilege.

 

I was young and inexperienced when a now deceased Madam took me under her wing; I had a natural ability to dominate, which she had recognised. I was inducted into the running and service providing of her established but understaffed business, from there on, I thrived. I inherited not only the business but also the total responsibility for the staff and slaves within it. This eventually led to two conclusions.

The first was my being the only true dominatrix and therefore being over worked; the second being that to expand the business required relocating it to a larger, better suited location. This happened a year ago with the help of a man who sold himself into slavery, and other friends of the business and my deceased mentor and myself.

I inherited a personal female slave called Clair, an oriental very refined lady called Mai, who acted as greeter and has a great wit and understanding but can be manipulative in positive well-meant ways. Her ability to become a dominatrix is curtailed by a simple fact that she does not like to touch slaves in anyway, which is something we found positive ways around and usefully ways to accommodate, as will become clearer later on. Then there is Paul whose addition I personally oversaw, he is the male who introduced me to this ex-school and then helped arrange its purchase and later became one of my personal staff slaves.

There is one other major player in this my tale, that is Mrs Allott our benefactor and friend who has repeatedly helped us through the shocks that life has thrown at us. Her husband runs a print business, she used to own my now very personal slave called Alison, until for reasons previously explained in my first diary, forced and acceptance of her slaves needs had led to her later selling said Alison to me personally. Alison has a desire to be totally submissive to me and is totally a bitch queen dominatrix to the male clients. She then operates in two ways, she is my slave and when necessary the boarding slave kennels Madam. Both roles she fulfils very effectively. Oh yes; our slave kennels were also relocated to the new premises.

There you have it, myself, our greeter Mai, our kennel Madam and slave Alison and two other slaves and a very long list of clients who require a wide and often puzzling, but always entertaining list of services. We are not a brothel in the traditional sense; we do not under any circumstances sell sex. We instead provide a service to submissive in the form of domination and punishment, only!

So dear reader you have a basic outline of our world, from here on everything you read is our reality. Read on you pathetic slave if you dare, you know the cost you have to pay for being allowed such a treat, so pay it, please.

Chapter One

 

Tuesdays were generally a quiet day for us, so it is the ideal time to sort things out, or in my case go out, but as I looked out of the window at the sheeting down rain, I found myself debated if it was worth it? I had one client booked in for today and he was easy to deal with, his name was Roberts and he used to be a teacher; he liked being disciplined and that included being humiliated and put into detention. I had just the perfect place for him and it would not take much time for me to deal with him. Though for him the time would pass very slowly and punitively as well. He should be arriving at eleven O'clock prompt or there would be hell to pay. Everything was ready for him and the rain added just that nice touch of additional discomfort to his experience, all in all a dull day brightened up at least for the client. That still left me wondering how I would spend my spare time when the internal phone rang. Automatically I picked it up and said 'Yes.'

"Would you come down to my office I have something to show you!"

"On my way, Mai." I replied putting the phone down on its charger and getting up.

Mai's office is her domain; it is an extension to the side of the main house with good views out over the track (I will explain later probably). This is the first place slaves arrive, there Mai does what Mai does, and the clients immediately felt at a total disadvantage. Mai has a way of quietly but totally controlling them, not once does she actually touch them, as she had a phobia or dislike of direct personal physical contact. She wears white cotton gloves and that alone starts the ball rolling. Mai receives and prepares the clients. Then Paul, the houses male slave fetches them and takes them as ordered to receive their due; at the moment from me alone currently, though I hoped to change that situation sometime soon as it is proving to be a restriction on the functioning of the business, my being the only real dominatrix available.

I enter Mai's office and note that we are alone, I look at her sitting straight backed wearing a sharp looking dark grey suit and apparently studying the computer screen. She waves me over and leans back pointing at the screen. I look; I am seeing a view of our gates and nothing else. I look up at Mai and shrug.

"Watch!"

I watched, knowing Mai as I do I know there would be something to see? Mai pointed to the right side of the screen where there were bushes and trees, I saw movement. Intrigued I waited as Mai moved the computer mouse selectively enlarging the area of interest. I should explain that our gates are electronically controlled from Mai's office and via remotes. They also have a camera watching the call button clients and visitors use. But we have a second camera located high up and well concealed in a tree, because the first is restricted to watching the call button mostly. That second camera is fully mobile and has a powerful zoom capacity. It is that which Mai is manipulating as I watch closely. The screen seems to collapse in, it feels like I am flying down towards the trees, the image sharpens and I can just see a face, a female face, a quite young female face peeking out at the gates and looking nervous as hell.

"What the..."

"Our visitor is back!"

"Visitor?"

"A girl, well I suppose a young woman keeps appearing and trying to see into the premises, I have seen her three times now!"

"Three times, what does she do?"

"She stands and looks in wishfully and eventually she disappears again, until the next time."

I realise why she has remained hidden as a bright red Ford Escort hatch back car pulls up at the gate and the male driver leans out to press the call button. Despite the best efforts of the windscreen wipers I could not see the face of our visitor, but I did not need to. Mr Roberts has arrived to receive his discipline.

Mai reached out to operate the gates; I stopped her hand and said.

"Tell him to park and to get out and strip leaving his clothes in the car. I will be out to receive him shortly and I expect to find him naked and kneeling. Oh yes, please keep an eye on our visitor I want to know what she does."

"Madam, we have a new client arriving this afternoon for a detailed interview, she is apparently a woman in need of special treatment, so to be sure I have arranged for her to visit and explain her needs in more detail!"

That stopped me leaving, I half turned and almost petulantly said 'but I was going out for a while.'

Mai smiled back at me understanding exactly what I intended, both for Mr Roberts and myself.

"Don't worry I will be dealing with this woman! Her needs are, shall we say a little different. I am certain I can supply them effectively, she is going to get exactly what she has requested and a touch more I believe."

Client's dear readers arrive here with a wish list of exactly what they would like to receive! It is our job to define exactly what they should receive, and can safely take, then to supply it most effectively. We are not here to pander totally to the client's fantasy. We are here to subject, discipline, dominate and to control them; just I might point out as they really want, if only they were brave enough to admit it.

I left the office passing through the house towards the front door, picking up a pre-prepared bag on my way. The steps out are wide and imposing and I stood on the top most as the door shut behind me. As ordered Roberts was on his knees, stark naked and waiting in the teaming rain. I approached, with him listening to the crunch of gravel beneath my boots. Roberts did not dare to look up; he knew his role in this situation from the second he had pressed the call button at the gate. Little did he know that I had other intents for the morning and perhaps onwards, so for him I had a simple, but effective method of discipline!

I walked behind him reaching into the bag as I approached. Removing a pair of steel handcuffs, the sort with a closure lock on them so they cannot over tighten on the culprits wrists. These I clicked with a deliberate action on each of his wrists, effectively locking his hands behind his back. Next I pulled out of my bag a rubber hood, one with no eyes or mouth, only a breathing tube. This I pulled over his baldhead and then using the Velcro fasteners I tightened it in place firmly and non-to gently, setting the tone for Roberts. Once satisfied with the fit and that his breathing is even, I put the strap around his neck loosely locking it with a padlock to which only Mai and I had the key. We had, following a near disaster at the old establishment arranges a number of safety precautions.

I ordered him to his feet; he struggled but made it in the end. Next I fastened a strap around his thighs and then cuffs around his ankles, restricting him to a sort of hop.

"Keys to your car!" I demanded knowing full well that he could not answer. I looked through the window and there they were hanging from the ignition lock, I opened the door removing them. Walking past him lightly brushing his body and making him feel unstable, I approached the hatch-back boot or trunk of the Ford. The key opened the hatch revealing a space suitable to my needs. The rain kept on falling as I pulled Roberts towards the open car boot. A slight push and he slipped within. Looking down I could see his cock was swollen; clearly this was exactly what he wanted or at least needed. I slammed the boot having first told him.

"You are a disgusting worthless piece of garbage, you do not deserve to be allowed to live a normal life, you will be locked up until I believe you have learnt to be a much nicer person and God help you if you don't!" The boot slammed rocking the whole car. Mr Roberts to the outside world had become nothing more than a captive under discipline and that's how he would remain.

Mai buzzed my caller telling me that my taxi had arrived and was coming through the gate now." She added.

"Our visitor is still watching the gate and still hiding in the bushes I will watch her and inform you if that changes. Mai knew I had plans for our visitor but she did not know what they might be, as at that moment I was none too sure of how it would turn out myself. The taxi arrived, it slowed before turning around, the driver leant out from his window and opened the door. I strolled across having first patted the boot and got in. We departed down the drive, at the gate I told the driver to wait on the other side as we might have another passenger. I put down the window and called clearly towards the bushes.

"Miss whoever you are, it's wet and cold and I am sure it is time you stepped out and explained yourself over a nice warm coffee, in a nice warm restaurant. The bushes remained still; the woman hidden, I called again.

"I don't bite, well not on a first meeting, if you don't come out now I will go and you will forever wonder what might have been!"

The bushes parted giving me my first real look at our visitor, I put her age in the early to mid-twenties, her hair is dark brown, her face acceptably pretty, but as for her figure she is lanky slim and all leg, but overall quite nice in a different non classical way. She approached the taxi looking startled and a bit scared, probably because she had been caught out in her spying. I slipped across the bench seat and put on my seatbelt as she hesitantly climbed in besides me. To the driver I said, "OK", the taxi moved off heading towards the centre of the large town.

I indicated for silence she nodded accepting my instruction, a wise decision on her part if I say so myself. We walked away from taxi into the shopping centre and onward to a coffee house that I find convenient. We entered, she had followed me, so far I had not allowed any form of conversation. I wanted to see if she could follow orders? She could, well almost, because as we entered she spoke for the first time.

"This is where I first met you and Paul!"

That single sentence put me on edge, how could this woman know Paul and in what way I found myself worrying.

I gave her money and told her to fetch two cappuccinos and a glass of cold water, she buzzed off as I looked around. The back wall was lined out with booths, unfortunately they were all full. I wandered over and listening to the conversations remembering how Paul my slave had acquired a booth when we had first met. Two older ladies were discussing a pair of shoes that one had seen and fallen in love with, but it swiftly became obvious that she could not afford them. I stepped up and looked down at them both, then I smiled, this usually has a positive effect as I have a nice though little used smile. I placed thirty pounds on the table and looked at the shoe-loving woman. She looked down at the money and when I suggested that she go and treat herself as my guest, there was very little hesitation. I slipped into the booth as they departed.

"Our visitor arrived bearing coffee and water as instructed, she glanced at the fast departing women and then quite calmly said.

"Money talks!"

As she could not have seen me passing the money to the ladies, I again found myself wondering about this young woman and exactly how much she knew and more importantly how she knew it.

"Well her we are, at last!"

"Yes."

Clearly she was not going to open up instantly. I looked into her face and noticed an instant slight turning down of her eyes, she was having difficulty looking at me, which normally in my life would feel right. Now though, in this café facing each other with questions and answers expected, such a reaction was not helpful.

"So how do you know Paul?"

She looked up startled by the direction of my question, the door had been opened and now only time would tell what was hidden behind it.

"I don't know him at all!"

Relief flooded throughout me as I heard her words, I had been concerned that we might be facing a case of unrequited love or worse an ex-girlfriend. I suppose I could have spoken to Paul but I hadn't known that she knew him.

"You don't know him?"

"No!"

You clearly know something about him and it would seem you know me judging by your presence at my home and comment earlier, so what is it that has you repeatedly hanging around my gates trying to look in?"