An overnight captivity - A Slave's Story
By Elizabeth Swan on“I will text YOU when I am ready” was Elizabeth Swan’s reply to my asking for instructions and so I sat, staring at an empty cup of coffee, wondering whether I would be waiting on her for 5 minutes or 5 hours. I sat, watching the ships on the channel. l from my seat on the prom of the unassumingly charming Margate and thinking of the night ahead. Then my phone buzzed: “You may call on me now”. In no time, I was in her spacious, light top floor flat, kneeling and awaiting instructions. There ensued a lengthy session of household chores and pain. 80 crop strokes, bathroom cleaning wearing a cock clamp and pain sticks on the nipples and other torments was polished off with 40 well administered cane strokes. We then went for a stroll by the sea and an excellent meal in an Anglo-Caribbean restaurant that was only marred by my annoying Miss Swan by speaking out of turn [ more of this later ]. We got back at about 1130 and Miss Swan soon prepared herself for her comfortable bed but not before she had chained me by a neck collar to the wall as I lay on a lumpy air bed with no pillow and a bucket beside me for a loo. “Good night slave” as she turned off the light, shut the door and left me alone for 9 hours with nothing to do but sleep fitfully, contort myself trying to pee in the bucket as I fought the constricting chain and wonder what tortures awaited me in the morning. I eventually heard her moving around and managed to position myself on my knees with my forehead pressed to the floor before she entered. She walked towards me and presented her feet for worship as I requested another ten strokes of her cane for my indiscretion at dinner the night before. She agreed to this and then announced that they would be administered after I had come so that I would truly learn my lesson. When unchained and told to rise, my heart leapt as I saw that she was topless but I was careful not to ogle her magnificent breasts too much; not because of fear of punishment but in case the delight was taken away from me. No bacon and eggs for breakfast but straight into a session of electrics, 40 cane strokes and hot wax and then a delightful “happy ending”. Not so happy were the ten cane strokes that followed but a just punishment. Fond farewells ended an experience that I cannot wait to repeat.