Amanda's Humiliation Slave

Russell is a Canadian businessman who travels to Sydney on a regular basis. He is impecibly dressed, articulate, intelligent and succesful. Russell is a sweet gentleman who enjoys part cross dressing, catheterisation, golden showers, anal stimulation and verbal humiliation.

Russell is short and very fat, he has a very small penis. It excites Russell when I point out just how small and useless his member is, how little pleasure he could offer a woman, that he is sexually useless! My last session with Russell was truly memorable. He is always very punctual. I had a new receptionist starting her first shift this evening so I thought it would be a good opportunity to introduce her to some of the bizarre happenings at Salon Kitty's. Helen is petite and pretty, has been a receptionist in 'straight' sex establishments but never in a Bondage and Discipline house before.

The doorbell rings: Helen escorts Russell into one of our waiting rooms. I immediately enter. I am wearing a pair of long black satin gloves, a black leather necklet with diamante studs, a black lace bra, red satin suspenders, red satin g string, black lace top stockings, very high stilettos, my long black hair loosely flowing down my back. Russell takes one look at me and immediately becomes short of breath. He begins to sweat profusely, his hands are shaking. This reaction always excites me tremendously. I love to see gentlemen who really enjoy their fantasies. Their trepidation adds to my excitement. Russell was wearing red lipstick and he had smeared a very pale foundation on his face. The application had not been carried out well. Helen was politely standing by waiting her instructions. I introduced Helen to Russell and then turned to Russell and told him to strip naked, to neatly fold his clothes and hand them to Helen.

I don't know who was the more surprised, Russell or Helen. Russell began to remove his clothing very slowly, his hands were shaking so much. Each item of clothing was folded meticulously and handed to Helen. When he was finally naked I turned to Helen who was looking rather amused and said in a clear, firm voice "Look Helen, inspect this man's body, touch his nipples, squeeze them, gently scratch his balls and see if you can find his penis". With that remark Helen giggled and immediately walked over to Russell carrying out my instructions to the letter. It soon became apparent that it was much easier to find Russell's penis after Helen's attentions. I then told Russell to go straight up to the bathroom, to shower and then meet me in the red dungeon.

While Russell was showering I gathered the necessary items I needed for this session. My intention was to humiliate Russell by having him entertain some of the other Mistresses together with their friends who were visiting us for the evening. I collected from our cross dressing room black suspenders, black seamed stockings, black bra, black silk panties and a pair of open toe high heel shoes for Russell to wear. From our torture cupboard I collected two pairs of nipple clamps, a cock ring, cock tie, stimulator, small weights, pin wheel and a catheter. By the time I reach the red dungeon Russell should be showered kneeling with head bowed waiting for my arrival.

When I enter Russell sucks in his breath, he lowers his eyes and asks permission to speak. He tells me he finds me most attractive tonight, he senses I am in an adventurous mood and hopes he can please me. I walk over to him and run my fingers through his thinning hair. I tell him he will not only be pleasing me but also my Mistress friends. I instruct him to dress in the clothing I have collected for him. Russell is very nervous: he has great trouble keeping the seams straight in his stockings. He makes me laugh. He gingerly places the shoes on his short fat feet and awkwardly totters around the room. I decide he will look far more attractive if wearing a wig and order him to go to the dressing room and choose one for himself. Russell knows only too well the layout of Salon Kitty's. If he is to choose a wig he needs to get from one side of the house to the other. (a daring feat when dressed as he is). He looks at me sheepishly and begs to speak. "Mistress I am afraid I will meet someone on the way". "Perhaps you will Russell" I tell him, "and if you do you keep your eyes down and excuse yourself and hurry about your business". With that Russell excused himself and hurried as fast as the shoes would allow to the dressing room to choose a wig.

I knew there were two Mistresses in one of the rooms he would need to pass through. He would present an amusing figure. It was not long until I could hear laughter. I waited a little longer contemplating how many strokes I was going to lay over Russell's fat white bottom because he was taking too long to return. The laughter seemed to be increasing so I thought I would go downstairs and investigate. Mistress Severa and Mistress Kate had Russell prancing around still wearing the shoes but now also a long curly blonde wig. He was dancing to a Madonna CD, head held high, his panties removed and sporting a huge (for Russell) erection. I commented to the Mistresses on the size of Russell' penis, I wanted to insert the catheter as soon as possible. I left Russell to entertain the others but not before I placed a blue ribbon around the base of his genitals with a little bell attached. I told Russell to ring the bell in time to the music. Mistress Severa and Kate were laughing and greatly amused by Russell's antics. The bell was ringing in time to the music. I left them for a short time before returning with the catheter.

I tell Russell to lay on 'the slab' in the brass room with his legs brought up to his waist. He does so dutifully. He is breathing heavily, not surprisingly after all that physical exertion. When the catheter is placed in position Russell begs me to allow him to come. Of course I refuse, as I have many things in mind for Russell today. I am aware there is a Master who wants to witness a caning of a submissive. He has a plane to catch so has limited time and is not concerned whether the submissive is male or female. He is currently watching a video in one of our waiting rooms. I inform Helen that I will be caning Russell shortly and she is to ask if the Master would like to witness this chastisement. She returns quickly with a positive answer. I remove the catheter and direct Russell to move from the Brass room to the front waiting room. He carefully lowers his legs, still a little wobbly in the shoes, and slowly walks to the front of the house. I ask both Mistress Severa and Kate (who are just about to go into session themselves) if they would also like to witness Russell' caning. To my delight they both have slaves who they also want to witness the caning. Kate said it would be a good reminder to their slaves not to misbehave. I have known Russell for a long time, he has always wanted to be disciplined in front of others. He does find it humiliating but also very exciting.

The Master is given a leather hood so as he can remain anonymous. The Mistresses have their submissives in leather collars with leads attached, they then place leather slave hoods over their heads so they too are unidentifiable. (We take this precaution because it really is a small world) We then all enter the front waiting room. The Master is surprised with such a grand entrance. I lead with Russell now crawling on all fours behind me, the other Mistresses enter with their slaves. Everyone seats themselves around the lounge so they can get a good view.

I tell Russell to kneel in front of the two Mistresses with his nose to the floor and his bottom nice and high, I also instruct him to kiss their feet after each stroke. It is not difficult to notice how nervous Russell is feeling. His fat white body is shaking all over. I suggest it might be a nice gesture if Russell were to ask the Master to nominate the number of strokes he is to receive. A shaky voice begs the Master for a lenient number. The Master chooses an even 24 strokes to be administered at 10 second intervals. With the precision of an artist I lay into Russell; my timing is superb, each stroke resounding through the house. Russell thanks me for each stroke, and kisses the Mistresses' feet. I invite the Master to administer the very last stroke. I then bend down and notice Russell still has a large erection. I place my hand on his genitals and gently tickle and scratch them. He shakes all over.

The Master is a tall man, in his forties I'd say, looking strong and athletic. He gladly takes the cane from me, raises it up above his shoulder and brings it down with full force on poor Russell' sore and sorry bottom. With that Russell lets out an almighty yell. The Mistresses together with their slaves are impressed with the manner in which Russell receives his chastisement. The other two slaves are dismissed by their Mistresses to meet them in different rooms while I tell Russell to return to the red dungeon and place himself in the hydraulic chair. Helen makes sure all slaves arrive to the correct rooms. The Master tells me he is most impressed with the caning, thanks me and leaves.

I then return to Russell who is now to be fisted by me, one of my very favourite activities. I raise the chair to the height I require, let it tilt back until I have Russell in the best position I possibly can to enter his arse. Placing on disposable gloves I enter his arsehole with one finger. It was then very obvious to me that Russell was in need of an enema. I phone downstairs and instructe Helen to send a disposable enema up for me with the new apprentice. This young girl has not been with us for long and there are many things she needs to learn, giving an enema being one of them. Soon there is a knock on the door. A young apprentice dressed in black bra, panties, suspenders and stockings enters the room. I lower the chair, tell Russell to lay on his side on the whipping bench then diligently show her how to insert an enema. The clear liquid appears to fill Russell very quickly. He seems to have a great need to empty himself almost instantly. I then tell him to go to the bathroom where he can find a porcelain bed pan.

I inquired if the apprentice wants to pee. I intend to pee all over Russell' body, including his genitals. She said she had a great need to go so Russell is instructed to get into the bath in his lingerie and await our presence. We enter, Russell laying on his back in the bath, his penis standing erect. I tell the apprentice to wee all over him, to cover his body with her piss then to squat over his face so as he can lick her dry. She dutifully obeys. I am surprised at how much she has to give; the girl must have been holding on for ages. Once she has finished she demurely squats over his face, his tongue greedily trying to lick up any last drops. I tell the apprentice she was to stay and witness the expulsion of his enema. I know how embarrassed Russell will be having this pretty young girl standing over him while he squats on the pan making farting noises. I leave them both in the bathroom for about 10 minutes and return with the catheter in hand. The young apprentice is looking a little uncomfortable. She sprays air freshener around the room while Russell still squats on the pan making noises. He really does look a pathetic site. He has been sweating a great deal, his eye make-up has run, his wig is not sitting straight: not an attractive picture. I tell the apprentice to start masturbating him while he is still seated on the pan. I want Russell to believe the apprentice will be learning how to insert the catheter as well. My intention is to tease him a little more then return to the red dungeon and commence his fisting. There was no need for the apprentice to masturbate Russell, his penis was so swollen. Her mere touch and the intensity of humiliation caused him to explode. He groaned and panted like an animal, his fat body nearly falling off the bed pan.

I forgive his behaviour. He knows only too well he needs permission to come. I had been most impressed with his acceptance of the cane so I am willing to allow him this occasion. The apprentice joins me in some verbal chastisement. I tell him to clean the bathroom, shower and return to the red room. After 10 minutes I find Russell dressed in his suit wearing a beaming smile. The clothing, shoes and wig he has been wearing neatly placed on a chair. He tells me how great the session was, to thank the other Mistresses and the young apprentice, and says how he hopes to be back again in Sydney soon. As we walk down the stairs we can hear the ministrations of Mistress Kate, giving her slave in the Main dungeon a piece of her mind, not to mention the strap. Russell comments that her slave must not have learnt his lesson after all. We both laugh, and I think how lucky I am to be able to play such great adult games with these wonderful people.