A "trip" to Edmonton

I couldn’t believe what my boss was telling me. I was being sent to Edmonton for a conference. Hearing the name of that city made me think of one thing – Mistress Patricia. I had been Her blackmail boy for more than a year and up to this point, had only dreamed of meeting Her. Now my dreams could come true – if She would see me. I couldn’t wait to IM Her to tell Her the news. I sent Her an IM and waited for Her to reply. Hours dragged until She replied “Well sluggie, at last you get to serve Me in person. I will have to think of something special for you to do. Give Me all the information about your visit including the name of one person at the conference I can contact if I have to!”. I provided Her with the name of the conference chairperson. I sighed as I thought that my dream was going to come true. Then I thought, “what if my dream turns into a nightmare?” I broke into a sweat and my mind reeled with fears of what She could do to me.

I counted the days and then the hours until my flight to Edmonton. As the plane landed, my stomach tightened into a knot. I thought about feigning a serious illness and catching a flight home. But I recalled Her words to me before I left: “…and sluggie, don’t even think about chickening out and Not seeing Me. I have both your home and work numbers on speed-dial and will call them if you do not arrive tomorrow night and follow My instructions to the letter!”

A sleepless night was in store for me followed by a day at the conference in which I tried to keep awake and my mind off what lay in front of me that evening. One seminar drifted into another and before I know it, I was on my way back to my hotel room. I read over Mistress Patricia’s instructions. Be at Her home by 8pm and to bring my slutty clothes with me or else!. I grabbed something to eat though I had the numb feeling in the pit of my stomach that made me want to do anything but eat. Back at the hotel room, I got my slut clothes together in a sports bag and then shit, showered, and shaved, managing not to cut myself with the razor in my shaking hand as it was almost time to leave. As instructed, I called Mistress Patricia to let Her know I was about to leave. “Good sluggie” She said and then warned, “make sure you’re on time and here by 8PM. I start dialing at 8:01 if you’re not.” 

The sweat returned to my brow as I glanced at my watch and saw 7:47 staring back at me. I wished that I was on a 747 at that moment. I grabbed my bag and moments later was in a cab  headed to Mistress Patricia’s domain. I was six blocks from Her place when I snuck a glance at my watch. 7:52 it said as the cab stopped for a red light. I saw the 2 click over to a 3 as the cab started to move. We made it another three blocks when the driver pulled over to let a fire truck pass. 7:56. Another light and then one block to go. The cab was half a block away when it stopped to let a blind man led by a geriatric guide cross the street dog. 7:58 now and I am in full panic, yelling at the driver to hurry. The cab stopped in front of Her apartment at 7:59. I threw some money at the driver to pay for the fare. I don’t know how much I gave him, but I heard him yell “Hey, thanks buddy!” as I rushed to ring Mistress Patricia’s bell. 8:00 and the bell was rung.  The door clicked open as I quickly searched for the stairs and raced up them. I was totally out of breath and puffing when I knocked on Her door. After what seemed an eternity, the door slowly opened. I leaned forward slightly. “Hello?” I asked in a near whisper and took a step in. It was dark with only the light from candles in another room shedding any light. The door closed behind and I heard it lock. I turned to see Mistress Patricia staring down at me. I looked up and saw Her face. “He , he,  hello  M M Mistress Patricia” I stuttered. Our eyes met and I gasped. “Oh My God I can’t believe it’s You” I mumbled nervously. I waited in silence until She spoke in Her sexy, breathy voice. “Hello sluggie, you made it just in time. I was about to call your wife”. She extended Her hand. I bowed awkwardly and kissed it. “Don’t slobber all over it, you little worm!!!” She thundered. “No Mistress” I won’t” as my lips bared touch Her soft, beautiful hand.  She turned up the light a little and I could make out Her gorgeous face better now. “Mistress, Thank You for allowing me to meet You in person” I mumbled. “You’re welcome, sluggie,” She replied.  I could see what She was wearing now – a leather bra and skirt, black fishnets and thigh-boots with mile-high heels.

I was so overcome by the sight of Her standing there in front of me, I instinctively fell to my knees and bowed my head. “Thank You Goddess for allowing me to meet You – it is a dream come true.  ” “A dream, sluggie” She replied “or maybe a nightmare?, She snickered. I heard the flick of a lighter and the smell of smoke as Mistress Patricia lit the cigarette in Her holder. “All right, sluggie, get up and bring your slut clothes and follow Me.” I slowly walked behind Her, looking at the cross on the wall that I had seen often in the pics on Her site. “Hurry up slug!” She snapped as She opened a door to a bedroom. “Put you clothes here and strip naked and be quick about it. I want you naked and kneeling when I return!”. She blew a cloud of smoke in my face as She left. I quickly stripped off all my clothes, with only my glasses left in place.  As I knelt on the cold, hardwood floor, I listened intently to hear Her return to the room. “Take Your time”, I said to myself. Seconds later, I could Her the unmistakable sound of spiked heels getting louder until the door opened. My head was bowed, my nose almost touching the floor. “sluggie” She said harshly, “ when I say strip I mean everything on your pathetic little body including your glasses. How are you going to wear a blindfold with your glasses on hmmmm?” “I am very sorry Mistress” I said and removed my glasses and placed them safely on a table.”  She stared at me coldly and commanded “Crawl behind me like the slug that you are”. I obeyed, crawling as fast as I could, never removing my eyes from the back of Her heels.

She stopped at the place where I feared She would – at the cross. I farted silently. “Up sluggie, face the wall and walk toward it. When you bang your head, you can stop” She said with a snicker. “Now place your hands in the straps”. “Oh Mistress, please…” I moaned. “QUIET!!” She thundered. “Please don’t hurt me Mistress” I pleaded. “You’re whining before I do anything, sluggie. You are beginning to annoy Me. You know what I do with people who annoy Me sluggie? She asked. “You ignore them until they stop?” I replied to which I received a whack on the head with an unseen object. “NO, sluggie, I don’t ignore them!” She responded, “I make them oh so very sorry they ever heard of Me, as you are about to find out!”. Mistress Patricia strapped my wrists and ankles to the cross and then slipped a blindfold over my eyes and tightened it much tighter than I felt was needed. “Ouch” I squealed, “Shut up, sluggie, She said. “you should be as quiet as a slug or you shall be squished. In fact, I think I will trample and squish you later – if you survive what precedes it.”

Before I could make another sound, a ball gag was crammed into my mouth and secured as tightly as the blindfold. I started to panic and breathed rapidly. I felt the stiletto-tip of one of Her long fingernails pierce the small of my back and trace a line down my back. I winced as I felt it carve out a river let of blood. The combination of the blindfold and Her cigarette smoke made me feel dizzy.

I heard Her walk away and then return, obviously holding some instrument of pain. Before I could wonder what it was, I feel it cut into my back. It was some form of whip, possible a cat. Each stroke cut deep into my back. I winced and tried to muffle a cry. “sluggie,” She said, “you have served Me for 21 months. You will receive 21 strokes without complaint or I will make it a stroke for every week or day you have served Me.!” I knew She meant business so I slammed my eyes shut under the blindfold, bit my tongue as She wielded each stroke counting off each one. I tried to hold back the tears but to no avails. I started crying my eyes out with tears rolling down my cheeks. “What a crybaby you are sluggie!” She said with a laugh as She flogged me harder as She approached the 21st stroke. My knees were trembling and I wished that I was anywhere but where I was.

A cloud of smoke drifted into my face. I sensed that She was very close. “Sluggie, I am just getting warmed up with you and normally I would torture your cock and balls now.” Visions of the pics from Her website swirled in my head: cocks with hundreds of pins pinching them, cocks with dumbbells hanging from them, cocks twisted like pretzels, cocks being squished by Her heels. I knew there was nothing I could do but suffer whatever torture She wanted to inflict on me. I was at Her mercy, assuming there was mercy to be had. At this point, I wasn’t sure there was. She continued, “but, sluggie, there will be plenty of time for that and much more. Lady B will be here soon and I want to show you off to Her as my little slutty slug”. She freed me from the binds and said ”Go and dress yourself in your sluttiest outfit and make it snappy!”

I returned to the room, my back was still smarting from the flogging She had given me. I quickly picked out an outfit to wear: a white lacy blouse, black pvc miniskirt, black lace stockings, and open-toes pumps with five-inch ankle-breaking heels. I started by trying to untangle the bra and not put it on inside out for a change, Next came some silky panties and then the hose. I then slipped on my heels and got my makeup out. This was always a crapshoot – whether I would look anything like a woman when I was done or just a guy with makeup slapped on his face.  I started as always by rubbing red lipstick over my cheeks and beard shadow. Then, I applied beard cover and foundation, lipstick, and blush. Next came the biggest challenge – doing my eyes. I don’t understand how women can do their eyes without doing severe damage to them. I managed to get some charcoal eye shadow spread unevenly on my eyelids followed by some mascara that stuck to my lashes. The worse part came next – trying to put on eyeliner without gouging out my eyes. I pulled my eyelid to the side and tried to drag the liner pencil across it. But being a person who can barely draw a straight line with a ruler, it turned out as it usually does – a wobbly line that was too thick and drifted off my eye and down on to my cheek. I wiped it off and started again for the last time when Mistress Patricia walked and asked “Are you done yet sluggie? Lady B will be here any minute. “I think so Mistress” I replied. “Stand up and let Me look at you”. I stood up, nearly falling over as I tried to balance on my stilt-like stilettos. Mistress Patricia laughed at me and said “the good thing about looking slutty is that you can be ugly and still be a tramp” The bell range. “That will be Lady B. wait here!” She said as She left, closing the door. A few minutes later, She returned and paraded me out to greet Lady B, who was wearing a black PVC catsuit, knee boots with spiked heels, arm-pit length leather gloves and a wicked look on Her face. “You must be sluggie”, She remarked. “I must be, I must be” I replied slowly as I pondered Her remark. “she is ugly as You are beautiful” She said to Mistress Patricia, “but she will do for Our purposes.” “Purposes?” I wondered, “What purposes could that be? I farted silently again.

TO BE CONTINUED