Message-ID: <890eli$9705251927@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!news.accessus.net!not-for-mail X-Path-Preload: news.accessus.net preloaded to thwart rogue canceller there Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: edwardt@interlog.com (Mr. Ed) Subject: Pooch's Story (Part 1) by Mr. Ed {BnD, SM, Slave, MF/F) This is my first effort at fantasy literature. Constructive criticism is welcome all other will be disregarded. The story is bondage and discipline based. If this is not your cup of tea please read no further POOCH'S STORY Part1 Coming Home The rain sheets down as Pooch hurriedly makes her way towards the old brownstone at the end of Kennel St. She is running as fast as she can in her chunky pumps but it is still awkward. She would make better time in stocking feet but she doesn't dare remove the shoes for fear of ruining her nylons. A million thoughts run through her head one of which is that her running will put a ladder in her stockings. It's only September and she has but six good stockings to last till the new year. Her back and shoulders ache from the days work in the picture frame plant and her lungs are sore from the run from the bus stop. She can feel a blister developing on her left heel. Still she keeps running because the overriding question in her mind is how late is she? The cold rain soaking the pink sweater was hardly a concern. The run had made Pooch felt hot. She knew she was late and that made her feel ill. Up the front steps of the house she raced. The outside door was unlocked, thank God she thought. In she slid closing the door behind her. Pooch found herself in a small portico, empty except for the large coconut mat in the corner by the outside door. In one of the side walls between the outside and the inside door was a milk door. Pooch opened it and quickly placed her shoes inside. The pink cardigan was unbuttoned, removed, folded in four and placed on top of the shoes Next she reached back to the zipper on the back of her dress and pulled it down. The simple brown dress with a flower print slid off her shoulders. Pooch stepped out of it folded the dress and placed it in the milk box. She was now dressed in just a rather worn looking white brassier, a similarly old looking white garter belt and plain taupe stockings. The right one had a nasty run at the heal, near the point where she had felt the blister. Pooch was hairless below her neck. This was made obvious by her lack of panties. Panties were not allowed. During her period Pooch could wear a diaper, but that was as close to panties as she ever came. She also had no watch, no jewelry, no handbag, no wallet, no keys and no money. They were all forbidden. Pooch saw the run in the stocking and bit her lower lip. This was not turning out to be a good day. There was no hesitation in removing the rest of the clothing. Every moment was important. If Ed unlocked the door to the inside of the house and saw her out of position there would be extra punishment. The under clothes were shoved into the milk compartment and the door shut. Pooch gave the handle a turn and this locked the milk door. Her clothes were now out of reach and she was totally nude. Pooch now turned towards the right front corner of the entry way, where the cocoa mat was and kneeled on it being careful to be very close to the wall but not to touch it. Her toes pointed straight back and she kneeled at attention with her hands at her sides and fingers pointing straight down. All was quiet. Where Pooch had felt hot just minutes age she now began to feel chilled. She was wet from the rain and the portico had no heating duct. It was a cold wet fall. She could stand the chill, it was the waiting she hatted. Pooch knew that the longer it Took Ed to open the door the more severe her punishment would be. Ed checked for her about once every twenty minutes. If he opened the door and she was out of position the door would be closed again and she would have to wait another twenty minutes. That would be counted as the amount of time she was late. The time she actually got home didn't matter. If Ed was in a foul mood he might make her wait even longer and use that time to build up his own anger. Today was her fourtieth birthday. No one would remember, she thought. After all who ever heard of a slaves birthday? Pooch did and it made her a bit more sad. Time was passing by and she knew the rest of her life would be spent in bondage. She just couldn't know to whom. Ed had said many times that when she no longer pleased him she would be sold. Although life was harsh now it would be much worse if she were sold. At her age she would be no more than a piece of meat to someone who saw a quick profit in using her as a sub in an s&m brothel or the star of some snuff film. All traces of her pathetic existence would probably be erased in a vat of acid. The thought that things could actually be worse was not a lot of comfort. Pooch knew she would be howling later tonight. For someone of forty with ten years spent in slavery Pooch was still in remarkably good shape. At 5'8" and 110 pounds she was as thin as a rail except for a full pair of breasts, 36C. With her arms raised every rib was clearly visible. Ed thought this was sexy and he made sure that her weight didn't increase. Her brown hair was cut in a short pageboy style inspired by pictures of ancient Egyptian slaves. This was a style simple enough for Pooch to be able to cut herself with scissors and a mirror. It required no upkeep. It didn't cover any of her assets and most important to Ed it didn't get in the way of a good hiding. Large, blue eyes softened the other features of her face making pooch look a bit younger than her years. Her nose was of average size straight with just a small bulb on the end and a slight bump in the middle where it had been broken once when Ed was in a drunken fit. Her face had a collision with his knee. The massive bleeding had scared the hell out of Ed and it hadn't happened again. He was good with his hands and when he sobered up he packed Pooches nose with cotton and reset the soft bone himself. There would be no emergency room for Pooch. Ed had actually done a pretty good job. The weight that Pooch did carry was almost all muscle. Bone protruded at the points of her hips and there was no padding on her ass or thighs just nice muscle definition The muscles of her calves, stomach, back and shoulders were also well defined. Her build was no accident. It was the result of hard labour and a compulsory training program. Pooches' breasts sagged a bit, normal for any woman over twenty-five. In her case they had been beaten, twisted, stretched, clamped, tied, pierced, bitten, pinched and burned on a regular basis. Ed loved what he referred to as tit play. A dark ring surrounded the base of each breast where they were tied by the tit rope so many times that the rope had left permanent marks. Each breast was covered with tiny small scars and bruises. Those tits kept reminded her of their existence all times. Her naked mons fared little better. The flesh had turned brown and was constantly swollen. The colour helped to hide marks and bruising but the nerves were alive and well. When her legs were spread three eyelets could be seen running along the length of each of her inner pussy lips. These had been inserted a long time ago using a tool from the shoe making trade. When these had been inserted, it was one of the very few times Pooch had passed out from pain. Little plugs of flesh had actually been punched out with a leather punch and then the eyelets were inserted and permanently set. Since Ed had read that one could avoid passing out through conscious effort this was now considered a serious offense and was punished as such. The most striking feature of Pooch's naked body however were the marks covering her back. This was Ed's living canvas. Her muscular back was covered with weales, bumps and bruises colored from yellow to purple. the marking ran from the bottom of her buttocks right up to the tops of her shoulders. Soon this painting would be refreshed. Her life was very structured and governed by strict rules. She owned nothing and possessing anything other then the clothes on her back was forbidden, thus no money, purse, keys etc. Entertainment of any sort was not allowed, no television, radio, books, magazines or newspapers. Outside the house Pooch was not to be assertive with anyone. In the house things went much further. There was no talking unless spoken to and then only to respond to what was asked. She was never to give an opinion, argue or ask for anything. In the house her gaze was to be directed at peoples feet, never their face. Obedience was to be absolute, with no hesitation, and this extended to anyone in the house. She was responsible for all the cooking and house work. No decisions were her own. Pooch was told when and what to eat, when to use the toilet or in her case bucket, when and where to sleep etc. There could be no friendships or communications with anyone outside the house. Touching herself was one of the most serious infractions. Masturbation was a totally selfish act and slaves lived only to please their masters, never themselves. Ed actually kept a book filled with rules along with minimum punishments. He also wrote down every infraction so that if he saw Pooch in frequent violation of any rule the punishment would be increased till her behavior was corrected. He kept this as a permanent record with no expiry. She couldn't get over how awful it felt to be confronted with things she had done eight or nine years ago but everything was part of the permanent record. The bristles from the mat were starting to irritate Pooch's knees and especially the tops of her feet. Ed seemed to delight in finding was to make every routine a little more difficult or uncomfortable for her. Kneeling on the tile floor would be just too easy. There is nothing like waiting to make time slow to a crawl. The minutes slowly passed. The sick feeling in her stomach got worse. "Please, please open the door", she thought. Finally she heard the bolt turn and the door open. "Well you shit faced whore your fourty minutes late", Ed yelled at her in his most intimidating voice. "It's the second time this month. I guess I didn't create a strong enough impression on you last time, isn't that right whore "? Pooch knew better than to disagree. "Yes master. I'm sorry master". "Well you're going to remember this time and your going to remember for a very long time". "Get up and start my dinner and don't bother putting on the serving outfit you've wasted enough time. Marla will be coming over later and there is much to do". "Thank goodness for small favors" Pooch thought. She hated the serving outfit which was a bit like a french maid costume with only the cap, a tiny apron, black fishnet stockings, garter belt and extremely high stiletto heels with a heavy ankle strap ensuring they stayed on. The shoes had been purchased from a specialty shop deliberately a size too small. They hurt her feet terribly and slowed everything down. Hearing that Marla was coming over was another matter. Pooch hatted Marla in a way that she hatted no one else. She was Ed's girl friend and a lot prettier and younger than she. Marla loved to flaunt her relationship with Ed in Pooch's face. She was extremely smart, a court room lawyer, and she was an unrepentant sadist that liked inflicting psychological torture as much as physical. Although nobody else knew it, Pooch was more of a reason for Marla spending time with Ed than he was. The fact that Marla knew that Pooch hatted her and yet had to be just as obedient to her orders as she was to Ed's was just so delicious. "There will be no dinner for you tonight" Ed said. Pooch figured as much. She was almost never fed before a whipping because there was too much danger of choking on her own vomit if she were gagged. She got up on her toes and keeping her eyes down walked past Ed into the house and toward the kitchen. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /