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Authors name: SafeWord (anonymous)
Story title : O-2000 - Part 18


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O-2000 - Part 18 (Fdom/f, rom, s&m)
By "SafeWord"


Dedicated to: Deirdre, Who could say more in fewer 
words than I'll ever manage:
                 to: Lenny Bruce for his courage
                 to: "O"

O-2000 : Nymphal Nastrond : Episode XV : Nutcracker
Suite, (third movement)

"A temporary suspension, of labour" 'Prairie' xxxii



     I followed my Mistress, down the hall into a 
large living room area with attached   side room 
alcoves. One area  had a long semi circle leather 
couch surrounding a huge stone fireplace and looked 
very  cozy. Another alcove held  a good sized bar 
stocked with normal and unrecognized liquors.  

Mistress waited for me  in the fireplace room and as 
I approached, touched one of the stones,  pushing it 
hard. A section of the stonework opened up, revealing 
a fair sized safe, on it's front panel an electronic 
keyboard and tiny monitor screen.

As soon as you open the stone our security is 
alerted. They are waiting for a code word, which 
changes month to month. Missing the code word will 
cause them to go on high alert and head in here. 
There is a second code phrase unknown to them , known 
only to the monitoring team at their head office. I 
know the voices of all my guards and when I recognize 
who it is.

I'll always say something personal to them. The 
security monitor at the head office  is waiting to 
hear me or you say something to that effect before 
they relax on stand down." 

She leaded into an intercom on the side of the 
fireplace and said "good evening Guys!,'Tidepool'."    
"Thank you Miss J."

"Oh Steve! Welcome back!  And how is your back?"

"Fine now Ma'am, Thanks."

I  was dying to know how Steve hurt his back but J 
told me without my asking. 

"Dumb Cluck, he's a experienced sailor and should 
have known better. He took a sailboat out on his own 
down in D.R. and had no one  manning the rudder while 
he was getting a sail out of a locker. Anyway, the 
wind shifted and the main boom came across and caught 
him in the small of the back almost paralyzing him . 
He got the boat back in somehow but had to be lifted 
out of it and carried to the hospital. Just got back 
to the States last week.

Oh!!!! Oh boy, J had never even told me?

"Ok , the safe combination is '23 Skidoo' and is case 
and spacing sensitive. You have two tries and if you 
fail, all hell breaks loose, try it." 

As she watched closely I punched in the code and hit 
enter. The locks clicked and the door swung open.

I was surprised, it wasn't empty, this was J's main 
safe,  and she had everything in here. There were 
many boxes of her jewelry and important papers and 
even large bundles of cash!

"Ok, O put your jewels in there for now, you can get 
them later , the boys will allow you to fail on the 
personal info part of the code till the end of the 
month but you should know  them well enough by then."

"Mistress?"

"Yes Dear."

"Mistress the jewels are lovely, but are so expensive 
and I just became yours but you are giving me the 
code to your safe and there are so many expensive 
things in it..."

"And you are worried as to why am I so quick to trust 
you! O... Sit down."  

There being no couch nearby, I knelt sitting on my 
heels, looking up at her.

"O your duties in this house are these!  You are 
completely responsible to maintain my home in a neat 
and clean fashion. You are responsible to make sure 
my valuables are put away and safe guarded, from 
harm. You are responsible to make sure my clothing is 
clean and my linen changed. You are responsible to 
make sure my meals are prepared of the types of foods 
I like. You will make all of my appointments , no one 
else will have authority to book me into anything!  
Business or pleasure, except though you. You are even 
responsible to make sure I don't run out of pantyhose 
of the brand and styles I like. 

Oh!!! "Mistress... I'm not a very good cook!"

"You don't have to be, you just have to make sure the 
cook knows what I want and like. The same goes for 
cleaning, don't ever let me see you cleaning 
anything, except as I direct, there are five staff to 
do that. They and the cook will be working for you 
directly.

There is only one room, you personally must keep 
neat. 

You are trusted with all my possessions.

The rings in that case are made of gold, white gold, 
platinum, black coral, red coral tungsten and nickel 
to get the colour shades I liked. The gems are clear 
and yellow diamonds and the rest, emeralds, blue, 
pink and purple sapphires. I think one or two topaz 
and of course the red one are rubies but that's a 
just a sapphires also. The pearls are of course black 
and unusually large natural whites. The opals aren't 
too bad but we'll get better and the jade and 
turquoise are exceptional."

My face was confused. "Oh I'm sorry dear there is a 
bottom tray under your rings just lift of the top 
tray and you have the rest of your accessories."


"O...You, are the most precious thing I own, and as 
such..."

"I will parade you in front of my friends on my leash 
as the richest decorated, singularly most valuable, 
exquisitely beautiful and unique intact personal  
slave on the planet.
 
"Everything in that case doesn't half total up, to 
what you are worth in certain private markets if 
offered for sale. Your worth is in the millions. You 
are beautiful young women, unspoiled in attitude and 
body. An eighteen-year-old American docile masochist 
virgin submissive. And to top it off you're an 
extremely intelligent sexy little vixen, fun to hang 
around with.

"I'd start the bidding off at a million without a 
thought."

Oh!!!!! "Will, you sell me?"

"Never... O... I Promise... Never! Hell! I'm putting 
a ten million dollar nightly rental fee on you to 
keep the horny bitches at bay. Seriously, if you have 
to whore for me to keep them happy. Then  you're 
going to be the highest priced little whore that ever 
lived! And if anyone wants you bad enough to pay that 
fee. The cash will go into your account not mine."
Oh!!!!

"Come put your things in here and lets hurry along."

I placed my case in the safe and she closed the safes 
door and  the stonework.

Mistress started off across the room and I hurried 
after her, my bare legs and feet pitter patting as I 
followed.

She showed me the formal dining room, which could 
easily seat twenty guests. 

Everything sparkled, someone was a good housekeeper, 
lots of someone's. The kitchen was tiny, just a small 
area with hardly and cupboards or counter space, but 
it did have a large breakfast nook. The only 
appliances were a microwave oven and  small fridge. 
It seemed out of place but J explained that the real 
kitchen was in another area devoted to the chef and 
two full time housekeepers, supplemented by three 
part-time helpers. She said the staff would prepare 
our meals when we want and serve it here or the 
dining room. The little kitchen was only used for 
late night snacks. She also told me the staff was not 
allowed in our area except on request and tonight 
they had been sent off.

Oh!!!

Mistress then showed me, a small well equipped gym 
and a cozy TV room with soft couches and what looked 
like a small theatre at one end and some 
sophisticated home entertainment equipment. High tech 
stuff. Then her large office containing her computer, 
files and lots of technical looking books. Here she 
had pictures of her parents and other members of her 
family. Even one of her, at her graduation.

Then came, my room or suite, shall I say. There was a 
small bed against a blank wall but the rest of the 
room had a really nice dresser, a love seat, a 
slender tall jewel bureau, a cedar chest  and a 
makeup vanity and two or three mirrors, one was a 
body mirror for checking out your whole image before 
going out and the make up vanity had all around 
mirrors. The room had some really nice paintings, one 
by J. One complete wall was devoted to, two side-by-
side closets. Mistress showed me where the moving 
guys or house keeper's had hung up my clothes and the 
rest of my things, neatly waiting for me to put away. 
One of the closets had clothing in it but not mine, 
or so I thought?   

At my puzzled look, J said she had bought me a few 
things and hoped I liked them but I didn't get a real 
chance to look at them as we quickly browsed on. She 
showed me that I had my own office or study area and 
my computer was already hooked up on my new desk. The 
walls were lined with books but there was lots of 
room still for as many as I wanted to add. 

I even had my own four-piece bathroom. The bidet, 
someone was going to have to explain how to use!

Her room was right next to mine and was maybe just a 
touch larger, if at all. It had the same furniture as 
mine, except the bed was huge, J had duplicated what 
she liked for me in every other thing.

No small maids room for me. That surprised and 
pleased me. Only her larger tub could easily hold two 
people that also pleased me. 

She came to a double door I had not noticed before. 
It was made of wood and richly craved in Chinese or 
Japanese designs. 

She leaned and pressed her necklace pennant against a 
piece of metal inset into  the door a chin height, 
which then opened. 

"Your centre tag will also open the door if you press 
it against this piece of metal here, and she pointed 
to another metal plate just at hip height. She smiled 
"saves you having to carry a key. Dear!"

The room was big, it had dull black marble floor 
except for a design inlaid in the centre of the room 
around four feet wide. 

The design was Yin & Yang done in  Black and White 
shiny marble.

The room was completely dominated by a huge chromed 
steel frame that looked like a science fiction 
gateway to another world. I realized... it was, in a 
sense. The frame had a large nine-foot by ten foot, 
red Japanese silk screen print,  hanging, filling  
the frame's opening. I could tell, I was looking at 
something not designed to hold a print, the print was 
a ruse. 

I was looking at something for holding a human body, 
firmly in suspense. I was...

"I was looking for a place to live and the salesman 
brought me here. She apologized because the workers 
had not time to remove this old warehouse steel fire 
door, although they had removed the walls around it. 
It looked so primitive, so much  like a medieval  
torture rack that I almost came, staring at it! 

I bought the place on the spot and made sure the 
doorway remained in its exact place in the loft's 
centre. I've had it chromed, then designed the 
electronics and accessories myself. Having them 
prefabricated locally. No one knew the whole of my 
little project except the designer, me. 

Twelfth century ... meet the Twenty-First."

"It's beautiful."

"Yes,  and like you, it's virgin. Come."

She walked over and opened a Chinese cabinet. 

Inside, in red crushed velvet were  whips, flails, 
crops , switches, straps, quirts, birch rods, canes 
and many other items I couldn't start to recognize!

"You are responsible for keeping this room clean also 
and that is your solemn duty, Personally to perform. 
Also you must keep this collection maintained and 
oiled. Replace them if they get broken. 

You will always select the instrument of my pleasure, 
when I wish amusement, here. You can best gauge what 
you can endure. I may, if we have been out for the 
evening has had a bit too much wine to make a wise 
selection. You must never select one of the ones with  
steel tips or the old British cat of nine tails. They 
can be lethal and would leave permanent scars. 

You will find they cannot be removed as they are 
locked in position. The key is in that little drawer 
to the left. Never pick one of those no matter how 
much you may wish too! I sometimes have moods come on 
me that... Well... just never put one of those in my 
hand. Ever. At your peril!  Come."

She walked me back and stood in front of the design 
on the floor.

"In the circle O. You are always to be kneeling and 
naked, head bowed.  Select a toy and return here." 
She waited.

I went to the cabinet and looked over the selection, 
choosing a moderately heavy leather whip with many 
leather flails. The handle was around a foot long, 
the flails twice that.

I took off my robe and folded it neatly. I knelt 
facing her on the cool tile. I lowered my head and 
raised the whip up to my mistress.

She took the tool from me. "This will hurt you, 
severely! O, are you sure you would not wish to begin 
with one of these in plastic? They are much lighter 
in effect.

I said nothing.

"Very well.  I will get the machine ready.

I could see J's feet as she walked to another cabinet 
and withdrew some chromed steel rods. The print 
fluttered to the floor and I heard the sound of steel 
snaps engaging. An electric motor hummed.

"Up."

She walked me to the rack and  lifted my right arm 
above my head. I could see that a shiny steel rod was 
secured to a post that had dropped down from the 
centre of the rack. The rod had two wrist restraints 
and she placed my arm in one and secluded it with a 
wide Velcro closure. My other arm followed,  four 
feet apart and spread.

"Spread your legs."

As I opened my legs. Mistress fastened each of my 
ankles, using similar restraints to posts, now 
sticking out of the floor. I heard a motor whine 
again and the rod above me was drawn upward.

I was hauled up by my wrists until I was on tiptoe, 
naked stretched.

"You can watch on the monitor above you. I won't gag 
you. This time! I wish to hear you scream. Remember 
to use your safe word, if you cannot take anymore. I 
will be right back."

I waited, sprayed bare hanging on my mistress's 
torture rack. After about five minutes she returned.

She had changed into a little body suit and was 
pushing a tea caddy with a bottle of wine in a 
chiller and one wine glass. She poured herself  some 
wine and while sipping it, walked over and touched a 
switch on the side of the rack. The rod above me and 
the floor section with the posts holding my legs 
slowly rotated in unison. I was turned to facing my 
mistress.

"I will stop when my wine is gone, or your request."

She rotated me again, facing away from her. Music 
started, classical, composer unknown? I watched in 
the monitor as she set down her glass and picked up 
the whip. Her arm flicked the tongs towards me, 
gauging the range. Then Mistress stepped forward and 
her arm flashed into motion. 

My backside erupted in pain,  wherever the whip 
touched. Not the slams of Cindy's bat, this cut and 
stung me ,like fire. 

I watched as Mistress  lashed my back and buttocks. 
She methodically scourged  me from my neck to the 
backs of my ankles and returned. Slashing on areas of 
my body, she had missed in her first pass. Keeping 
her strokes in perfect time to the music, stoke to 
stoke, beat to beat. 

"Simile simili gaudet! Si parva licet componere 
magnis!"

I started whimpering when the whip hit the backs of 
my legs, the soft skin behind my knees, the agony was 
too great to hold in.

She stopped and moved to the rack. Activating a 
switch again. I started slowly rotating. 

She resumed whipping  my sides and front as I turned 
towards her, stopping the unit when I faced her 
directly. Mistress, whipped my feet and legs then 
concentrated her attentions on my breasts. My screams 
started as the leather hit on my sensitive nipples. 

Now sweating, Mistress stopped, and slipped on her 
wine, examining her handiwork. She reached down and 
undid the little snaps at the bottom of her body 
suit. Her fingers moved within her sex, masturbating 
herself, as she drew the whip across my breasts, 
hearing me whimper. The she stepped back and began 
with an underhand stroke to frail between my legs on 
my exposed pussy. The whip causing fiery pain to 
erupt fire pleasure. I screamed myself hoarse. 

J dropped the whip and came close to me and rubbed 
her wet opening on mine, pushing her mound hard 
against me. Even the contact of her soft wetness hurt 
my swollen abused flesh. She leaned over and bit hard 
on my nipple, bruising me with her teeth. Her hand 
touched her pennant, activating my tag's vibrations. 

The intense motion combined with the sliding, 
grinding together of our clits, brought us both to 
climax, in seconds. J slid down my body to the floor, 
in exhaustion.

After a minute or two. Mistress stood up and 
activated the lift and lowered me until she could 
undo my wrists and ankles. She assisted me until I 
once more was kneeling in the circle.

She placed the whip in my hands "Put this away and 
take a long bath, I'll be in the living room."

She picked up the nearly empty bottle of wine from 
the chiller and left me to recover on my on. 

Kneeling, marked from head to toes with a new coat of 
tiger stripes.

After a while, I raised myself up and went looking 
around to find a cloth to clean her whip.

The bath stung my skin but felt so nice. I soaked 
only for a while then drew on my cape and went to see 
if my Mistress required me for further duties.

Continued in part 19...

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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