Chapter 1

Angela Martin looked at the naked boy kneeling in front of her with a smile before moving away to speak to the ogling man at her side. 'And you're sure he has experience with pain and humiliation?'

'Oh yes, Mistress Angela, all my boys do. We train them extensively, this one longs to serve a dominant woman such as yourself again, don't you, cur?' A foot struck the young slave in the small of the back, causing the boy to lunge forwards into a heap as cuffed wrists prevented any way for him to save himself, but the trader's derogatory laugh was cut short with a cry of pain. 'Arghh, Mistress ... p please!'

'He is my property now, you will leave him be.' Angela grasped the greasy fat worthless slob by his long, lank ponytail and pulled him back against a wall. She wound the hair round a conveniently placed hook before throttling him with her left hand. He was naked apart from a small leather pouch covering his cock and balls. His wide girth almost preventing it from being seen beneath his gut. 'Spread your legs you worthless piece of shit.'

The whimpering of the man moistened her pussy and she grinned at him. He was the worst kind of bully and she knew she would enjoy what was to follow. 'You will stand, boy and witness this.'

'Yes, my Mistress.' The young man got to his knees and carefully stood up, lowering his head as his long blonde hair fell over his eyes.

It was obvious the wall had been used many times to restrain slaves and she used the cuffs hanging there to keep the man just where she wanted him. As she spoke to her new slave Angela was fastening the tormenter's wrists noticing that he had kept the instructed widened stance and she cuffed his ankles as well, knowing he would be incapable of holding his shape otherwise. Taking a knife from her belt she sliced through the pouch fastening feeling the quality of the leather as she did so before forcing it into the trader's mouth.

'You have permission to watch.' Angela took two steps back and then without warning sent her boot at full speed into the trader's balls. His cry of agony and inability to move spurred her on and she sent kick after kick into his naked bulging testicles. Once the grotesque merchant had been reduced to a sobbing, quivering wreck Angela turned her back on him and smiled again at the young man now kneeling before her.

'It is time for us to be on our way, I have a room booked at a local tavern. We will be up again at sunrise as we will have a fair distance to travel to your new home.' Angela threw four coins at the feet of the still snivelling man, noticing the bruises already discolouring his swollen balls. 'I have halved your profits, and will make sure to never recommend you to any of my clan.' She slipped her blade through the rough rope around the young boy's wrists and then pulled him to his feet. 'You will walk three steps behind me, at present that is all the devotion I require.'

'Yes, my Mistress.'

'Tell me, boy, what is your given name?'

'Logan, Miss.'

'Very nice, I approve, there is no need for me to change it. Come, Logan, my horses are tethered at the tavern already and we are expected.'

The room his new mistress had rented was spacious but basic. There was a large comfortable looking bed, a table with a water jug and two goblets on it, a fire burning in the hearth had toasting forks resting against its surround and a kettle suspended above it.

'So, Logan, you are to be my first personal slave. My partner passed a month ago, I had no need of anyone before that. Your place will be behind or beneath me at all times. I will punish you with and without warning and you will warm my bed when I require the use of your body.'

'Yes, my Mistress, it will be my honour to do all that you ask. I am sorry about your lost partner, may I ask, were there children, Mistress?'

'No, boy, we were not so blessed, who knows, maybe you will provide my heir or the next in a long line of Martin slaves. Now, I wish to see you hard, you will get to the point where spilling your seed is all you wish for and then stop, oh, and boy, you will stand in the window to do so.'

'Yes, my Mistress.' Logan moved across in front of the open window. The late afternoon sun was still warm on his body and he could hear the sounds of people moving about just beneath him. With a moan he grasped his soft cock in his hand and began to stroke. The power of the woman standing so close to him went straight to his dick and soon it was long and hard with precum leaking from the tip. A maid walking across the courtyard looked up and laughed as she saw him, and he wished she would come closer and be permitted to watch as his new mistress made him hers.

Angela looked at the slim framed young man she had lusted after from the moment she saw him. He could almost be a girl so pretty was he, with his shoulder length blonde hair, smooth skin and shapely legs. The only body hair she could see was a light thatch at the top of his generously sized cock and as he began to jerk off for her she moved behind him to look at the tight soft skinned arse she knew she would take before the week was out. Reaching round to pull at one of his puckered little nipples she breathed against his neck. 'What pain is it that turns you on the most boy, the cane, the whip or maybe you wish to be treated like that wastrel back at the store?'

'Oh god, Mistress, all, I wish for it all, but my balls, oh to feel such pain, to know you caused it would be del ... delicious, ohhhh fuck, yes.' He felt to his knees but didn't pause in his wanking as nails dug into his testicles before they were twisted almost right round on themselves and pulled upwards. 'Please, Miss may I cum for you, I am so close, ohhhh god please.'

Angela sank her teeth into his earlobe and kept the pressure on his balls. His hand was almost a blur now and even though he still knelt it was obvious his excitement hadn't reduced the pain he was feeling. 'Stand, slut.' She pulled his balls back between his thighs and upwards again to help his journey and watched as his legs shook and he swayed where he stood. 'Cum for me boy, now.'

White ropes of cum shot forward splashing down on the wooden flooring. The cries of release were loud and Angela pushed two fingers between her own legs as she enjoyed them and felt how wet she was. Pushing deeper she began to cum herself as his total submission and obedience took her over the edge. As his spurts slowed and she allowed herself a small orgasm she removed her hand from around his balls and laughed as he fell to the floor, twitching and writhing in his own spill as he tried to come down from his powerful orgasm.

Logan turned in his sleep and the early morning sun caused his eyelids to flicker. He felt the softness beneath his back and moaned as he began to wake up. He stretched languidly before suddenly realizing where he was and began to scramble to his knees.

'Shhhh, boy, not yet, we have a few minutes before we need to leave.'

'Mistress, I should be awake before you, prepare things for your day.' Logan looked down, not wanting to cause any more offence.

'Look at me, boy, and listen.' Angela waited while her new slave slowly moved so he was lying on his side before gradually looking up into her face. She saw the long blonde hair, almost golden in the early morning sun, the pale blue eyes which showed his unease, and she pictured the beautiful body still hidden beneath the suede and fur covers. 'I have much to teach you, and you will have chores each morning before you bring me breakfast. Today is different however, and there will be no punishment only companionship until we arrive at your new home.' She plundered his lips as she finished talking, pushing her tongue deep into his mouth feeling as well as hearing him moan against her. Her hand moved lower, running across the smooth skin until the thickening cock was within her reach.

'This is mine now, Logan, never again will you touch it without permission, it will be your salvation and your downfall as you serve me. Do as you're told, satisfy me and you'll have a home for life, disappoint me and you will find that life not worth living and will beg to be sold on.' Her hold on the young man's cock had become firmer as she spoke. She saw him willing himself not to move back as her nails began to dig into the flesh and with a final increase in pressure she released him.

'Ohhhh, thank you, Miss Angela, for allowing me to feel your hand, what would you have me do first this morning?'

With a smile she put a finger over his lips. 'You will find my warm wet pussy and make me cum.' The blond head disappeared under the covers as Angela spread her legs and she watched the fur undulate until he made himself comfortable between her thighs. The soft lips began to kiss her clit, and she felt his tongue make its way further back and she began to tease her generous sensitive nipples as the first mini orgasm began to build.

Logan's cock pulsed against the sheets as he sampled the warmth and delectable tang of her arsehole for the first time, he yearned to shoot his mess in absolute submission as he confirmed her superiority by servicing her anus so willingly and he lapped against her and felt her tense up against him. He closed his eyes in the blackness of his cocoon and drank the juices flowing into his mouth readily. He concentrated his attentions on his Mistress's clit as he slipped two fingers deep inside her. His cock jerked against the sheets as he lay flat and moved his hips, knowing he couldn't cum but needing the stimulation as he pleased her. As soon as he began to pleasure her he heard her breathing deepen, felt her thighs tense and her hands grasped his hair pulling him back up out from under the covers. 'Mistress?' He could still taste her and longed to plunge back into the darkness and continue.