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Serving His Time

In Femdom Captivity

Book II of Deadlier Than The Male

By Miranda Birch


Copyright ©2017 Miranda Birch. All Rights Reserved.


As a naked captive in a cold, dark cellar (see Abducted and Imprisoned), Roger has spent the longest week of his life suffering as he has never suffered before. And now things are about to get even worse. The beatings, the hard labour, the worse-than-prison food… all that has been hard to bear. But now he is put to work upstairs — tarted up as a sissy maid!


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  1. UPSTAIRS

  2. DOWNSTAIRS

  3. TO AND FRO

  4. REST

  5. TONGUE TRAINING

  6. DOMESTIC SERVICE

  7. SOMETHING TO LOOK FORWARD TO


UPSTAIRS

“It is nice to have a slave about the place again,” remarked Linda.

“Isn't it just?” agreed Natalie.

She was sitting at the dressing table in the bedroom which she shared with Linda, combing her long, black hair, while Linda stood at the window, looking out.

“I presume that this one's mouth will be used for more than talking too?” added Natalie archly.

Linda raised her eyebrows innocently. She knew Natalie didn't really approve of her making sexual use of their prisoners.

“Well,” Linda pouted, “it's been too long. No-one since old Geordie, ah, ‘left us’.”

The slave ‘Geordie’ had been enduring a prolonged session of bottom worship under Linda's broad backside when his heart had suddenly given out.

“I rather enjoyed Geordie,” said Linda wistfully. “Well, his mouth and tongue anyway, after he'd been trained up to use them properly. Shame his ticker had to give out on him. Just when he had really got the hang of giving me a proper backdoor climax…”

Linda looked in the middle distance.

“Well, this one seems young and healthy enough. Let's hope he lasts you a bit longer, dear,” rejoined Natalie tartly.

Linda pouted and gave her well-rounded backside a pat.

“Doesn't do much talking when he's under this, I can tell you! Anyway, we all have our little… what's the word?”

“Foibles?” Natalie suggested.

“Yes, that's it exactly! Foibles. Well, one of my favourite foibles is reducing a macho guy to the status of a humble arse-licker — MY humble arse-licker!”

Natalie smiled tolerantly.

“What's your humble arse-licker doing now, by the way?”

“The usual,” said Linda. “Humping sacks of sand from one end of the cellar to the other. I told him yesterday, his work rate wasn't good enough.”

Natalie laughed sadistically. “You really are such a slave-driver,” she said. “He crawls out of that cellar totally exhausted and you're still not satisfied.”

“Are you complaining, darling? Perhaps I should go easier on him?”

“No… it's exactly what I want,” stated Natalie emphatically.

“Slaves must be pushed to the breaking point every day,” said Linda. “They must be made to work until they literally drop.”

“And still be made to go on until they drop again. It amazes me sometimes what pain, pure and simple, can do,” Natalie chimed in.

Linda ran her fingers along the leather of her supple switch and licked her lips.


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