From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: My Diary
Date: 9 Jul 1996 00:12:49 GMT

			       My Diary

March 3, 1988

	Yesterday I moved in with ****, it was something I had wanted
to do for a long time, but she was unwilling. A few days ago however,
her attitude suddenly changed and she told me she wanted me to live in
her house. The only condition she said was that I had to show her,
"total devotion." She hired some movers to take my stuff to her house,
since she already had furniture she gave most of mine to the movers,
keeping only my plants, books and clothes.

	This morning she went through the boxes with me as I unpacked
and threw away many of my clothes, she said that they weren't what she
wanted to see me in. When we finished she took me into her office and
made me undress and kneel on the floor. I thought she wanted me to
caress her breasts with my mouth, the way she often does. But, when I
leaned forward she snapped at me to sit still and not to speak. Then
she slowly explained what was expected of me as her "pet". The list of
rules was long and I had already forgot some of the first ones by the
time she got through.

	Some of things I do remember though were - that I was to be
sent somewhere for training (next week), and while I was there they
would permanently mark me as hers. She also told me that my body, and
mind, no longer belonged to me but were her property, and if she chose
to share me with other people I would respect their commands as hers.
She finished by telling me that I was to expect being whipped
frequently.

	Often in bed she has tied me up, and bit or pinched me, but
never hard enough to mark and it was it was always in play. She had
never mentioned anything about whipping me, or wanting to for that
matter. But I realized there were a lot of things about her I didn't
know, like she had this enormous house and obviously lots money, but I
had no idea what she did for a living. I had never asked her, when we
met she had spent a lot of money on me, buying me clothes and cologne
and recently, jewelry. But she had always been aloof, and unsharing
with her personal life. Even with my lack of knowledge about the true
nature of my lover I was incredible in love with her.

	The first time we met it was in a bar, she was sitting next to
me and staring at me - like she was trying to see into me - her look
was so intense and serious I had to look away and blush. She threw
back her head and laughed, "So pretty and shy for a boy, rub my feet
for me." With that she dropped her shoe to the floor and put her foot
in my lap. I was so overwhelmed by this assumption that I would, that
I fell instantly, madly in love with her, and began rubbing her feet.
I felt so strange then, submissively rubbing a stranger's feet in a
public place while she just kept staring at me and laughing.

	This morning that same strange feeling came over me as I knelt
in front of her naked. She asked me if I agreed to everything she had
said. I was hesitant but I said, "Yes," and then blurted out, "Yes,
****, I'll doing anything for you, I'll endure anything for you, I
love you." She laughed and said, "Good, you'll make wonderful pet."

	She told me I was to stay naked when I was in the house, that
her servants wouldn't say anything and were used to it. I looked at
her puzzled, wondering what she had meant by "used to it." She saw my
look and laughed again, "I have had other pets, but they weren't like
you, I'll probably keep you for a while." She smiled at my confusion
and mounting apprehension. "Do you have any questions, Pet?" "What's
going to happen to me?" I was almost in tears. "You'll live the life
of a pampered pet, the only work you'll ever have to do is submitting
without question to my little whims. You might be beaten or
humiliated, but I know you and you'll enjoy it."

	Then she dismissed me to my room, she still hasn't come up
yet, but she had the maid bring up some roses with my dinner. The card
on the roses said, "I know you're frightened, but I promise you'll
come to enjoy your new life. Tonight I'll whip you, and you'll see
pain and pleasure together. It will ease many of your fears."

March 4, 1988

	I waited last night until after midnight, I was frightened and
crying from confusion. Finally I fell asleep and slept that strained
sleep that nervousness produces. Near sunrise, **** came into the
room, she was wearing a black night gown. I woke when she came in but
didn't move. She leaned over me and reassured me. She took my wrists
and locked a pair of handcuffs around them tightly.

	The metal was cold and the way they wrapped around my wrists
was reassuring. If I had no power to fight I couldn't be expected to
try. **** took a blindfold and tied it over my eyes. I told her again
that I loved her and would do anything for me, she said she knew. I
felt a leather gag at my mouth and opened so she could put it in, only
it was bigger than I thought. It filled my mouth, pushing my tongue
down and almost gagging me. I felt her fasten it behind my head with a
leather strap and buckle. Panic welled up in me and I gagged/coughed,
she said sharply to get use to the gag, I would be wearing it a lot.

	She grabbed the chain of the hand cuffs and pulled me to my
feet. The metal bit into my wrists and blindfolded I tried to walk
slow. But **** walked ahead quickly and kept pulling me along.

	We went down the stairs, the walls felt close so they must
have been the stairs into the kitchen. Then I heard her unlock a door
and we went down a flight of stairs of rough wood, I knew we were in
the basement - I could feel the cold of the earth and smell the
dampness. **** stopped and pulled my hands above me, I had to stand on
tiptoe; I heard the sound of chains fastening above me.

	**** stepped back and I heard another woman's voice, "Do you
want me to tie his ankles?" **** said no, it wouldn't take that long.
My lover stepped close to me and whispered in my ear, "I'm going to
whip you now. I'm going to use a riding crop and it will hurt
terribly, then I will put you back into bed. In the morning you can
leave if you want. One last time, do you want to go on?"

	I nodded yes and tried to say through the gag that I loved
her, but before I even started I heard the whip moving through the
air. I tried to brace for it, but I had no idea which direction it was
coming from. The crop landed on my ass, it felt as though I had been
cut. Four more times without pause it landed on my back or ass, each
time above or below the last one.

	There was only a short pause, and the crop began again on the
front of my thighs. Five times it cut horribly into my thighs.

	The whole time I was trying to thrash around and fight the
handcuffs. I kept moaning and screaming through the gag, I was begging
**** to stop.

	Then it was suddenly over, all at once pain rushed through me,
and I felt like I was on fire. At the same time my hands were undone
from above me and I almost fell to the floor. Someone caught me a then
slowly let me crumple to the floor. I laid on the floor in a heap for
a moment, feeling the burn on my skin. **** grabbed the chain to the
handcuffs again and pulled me to my feet.

	On the way back to the room she walked slower, waiting for me
to feel my way up the stairs. By the time we got back to my room, the
pain had almost subsided away, there was only a little pain lingering
at each welt, like a bite or a burn. **** laid me in bed, and removed
the gag and blindfold. As soon as she pulled the gag out of my mouth I
told her I loved her. She started to undo the handcuffs, but instead
undid only one hand and then re-locked them around the bed post.

	I was lying on my back with my hands handcuffed above me to
the bed post. She just kept standing next to the bed gently rubbing
the welts on the front of my thighs and staring at my body.

	The feeling of her hands caressing me brought me to erection
almost immediately. Without removing her gown she straddled me and
began to slowly fuck me, moving up and down slowly with even strokes.
She wouldn't look at my face but instead kept staring at my chest. She
shuddered and came first, normally she would have stopped, but instead
she moved slowly for the minute or two extra it took me to come. When
I did I felt as though my body was exploding. I remembered what it
been like-chained, gagged, blindfolded and whipped. I kept coming,
spewing into her, again, and again, she just rocked gently on me,
encouraging me with her body to keep coming.

	When I did finish she got up and walked out without unchaining
me. Just before she left the room she turned to me and said, "Submit
to me and I will keep you, and love you for ever." She left and closed
the door. The sunrise was just beginning to come in the window. I
could lift my head up just enough to the welts on the front of my
legs. They were black and swollen, two of them still oozed a little
blood from where the skin had been cut by the whip.

	I feel asleep drained but pleasantly happy, after a few hours
a maid came to release me from the handcuffs. Before she did, she
stood above bed and stared down at me, mainly at the welts, but all
over also. I was ashamed and tried to roll over, but she grabbed my
hips and kept me from turning. She smiled and spoke, "Don't worry, I
won't hurt you. She really loves you. She wouldn't have let you move
if she didn't." She started to rub the welts, but quit when I flinched
from the pain. "They'll get better," she said. "**** wants to know if
you are going to stay." I smiled at her, of course I would stay, I
told her. She unlocked me and told me that I should get ready to to a
party tonight.

	Little diary, I am overwhelmed by emotions, so many I can't
count them. I know I should stay, but why am I so happy being ****'s
pet?