Late-Night Promise

I licked and swallowed like my life depended on it, which pretty much it did. I don't think i could stand another whipping this day, I would surely die in great pain.

When I had finished then Mother looked down at the bowl and seemed to be satisfied. Taking me by the leash again Mother yanked me painfully by the balls and brought me upstairs to he chambers. In the middle of the room standing near Mothers large bed was a pleasure slave, his large erect cock pointing upwards. Mother had another slave undress her and pulling the pleasure slave by his cock she had him lie on the bed and Mother mounted his cock. I had not been ordered to do anything so i just stood and watched, my own cock soon pointing upwards. Mother enjoyed the slaves cock as she moved up and down on it and moaning in pleasure. Mother would twist the slaves nipples and as Mother came she twisted and pulled then hard as she arched her back and moaned loudly in pleasure. After sometime Mother dismounted and lit a a cigarette. I was ordered to approach the bed. Mother then told me to suck the pleasure slaves pulsing cock that was glistening with Mother's juices. I put my mouth around his cock and started to move up and down licking and sucking on his cock and playing with his bell end with my lips.

"Make him come slave. In your mouth." Mother ordered me.

Very soon the slave came in my mouth, shooting his load to the back of my throat which nearly choked me. Mother ordered me to swallow and then i was ordered to kneel by the side of her bed with my mouth in ashtray positon as Mother flicked her ash and the finally extinguished her cigarette on my outstretched tongue. Mother then fell into a sleep and i stayed in positon with my tongue out, head back and the cigarette resting on my tongue for the next few hours as Mother rested.

I adored Mother, i wosrshipped the very ground that she walked on and i was grateful for all the pain and suffering she inflicted on me because i knew that it gave her great pleasure.

I knew when Mother was in a particularly cruel mood when she would appear with her most cruelest spurs attached to her boots. It was a long three inch metal spike that protuded straight out and Mother would delight in digging those spikes deep into a slaves flesh when she was either using the slave as a pony boy or a mere foot stool. I had had alot of experience being on the shop end of Mother's spiked spurs both as a pony boy and a foot stool. The foot stool position was often the worse as you had to stay perfectly still crouched over for long hours as Mother rested with her boots and spurs on your book as she rested, smoked and watched the television or a movie. Mother would dig those spurs and her heels into the slaves flesh forcing him to scream and move. Any movement was met with severe punishment. Often the slave was shackled and clamped in the foot stool position with the slaves cock and balls and nipples tightly clamped and chained to various parts. Any movement would pull painfully on the clamps, punishment enough for moving however Mother would certainly abmonish more punishment with her whips and cigarettes.

Mother had had me in such a position for several hours one night and had grown very tired with my constant moving in pain as she dug her spurs into my naked back. Blood spots were all over my back as Mothers spurs speared my flesh and scratches bled here and there. At one point when Mother gave a particularly painful dig into my back i screamed and fell over onto my side forcering Mothers boots to slip off my back and Mothers red wine to spill slightly over her leather trousers.

Mother became furious and stood up angrily and strode over to a side table that had many whips and canes on its top. Mother grabbed a leather short tailed whip and started to lash at me very aggressively, screaming at me ferociously and telling me how she was going to strip the skin from my back. Mother made me get back into kneeling foot stool position and proceeded to lash my back and bottom until blood was staining the whip. Again and again Mother whipped me hard across the back as a i screamed and screamed and begged for mercy.

Finally, just before i would pass out in pain Mother exhaustedly sat back down and lit a cigarette. Taking a long drag Mother slowly rose her thigh length stiletto heeled boots and placing the spiked spur on my back and relaxed. The spike dug into my scared and cut back and the pain was excruciating. I tried with all my might to not move, sweat poured from my forehead and i could feel the blood on my back cooling.

All this time an ashtray slave had been in position by the side of Mothers couch, his head back and mouth open. He had not moved in all the time Mother had been using us, apart from the few times Mother had told him to chew and swallow the butts and ash that had accumulated in his mouth and on his tongue where Mother had extinguished them. The ashtray slaves back and sides was covered with whip marks from a recent beating and his chest and shoulders had countless cigarette burns. His face also had several burns, some on his cheeks and several on his forehead. His cock was pointing upwards erect as was expected by Mother. On his cock and shaved balls there was also countless cigarette burns and and a tattoo of Mothers signature.

A brand was his right chest, the initials MEM standing for Mistress Edna Moffat, and on the left chest the word ASHTRAY was branded into his flesh. He had quite a broad chest and was well built with a large cock. Mother only brought such slaves. They always had to be well built and have large cocks. Mine was the smallest of all her slaves, long but thin and Mother would chide and taunt me for this often and would also often whip and beat my cock until bruised and bloody.

If Mother branded a slave on his chest then it meant she had chosen to keep that slave rather than sell at a future time. Mother could of course change her mind at a later date but due to the branding the the slave would fetch a lower cost as it was likely only that the council cleaning and waste desposile team would buy the unfortunate slave. Being a house slave for a Mistress was to at least be surrounded by luxury even with the Mistress making the slaves life miserable and full of pain. However the council waste removal slaves suffered a much worse fate. Slaves would be engaged in chain gangs to lick the pavements clean. They would be engaged as public ashtrays and be shackled on the high street or shopping areas where Ladies could use the ashtray at their pleasure. Slaves would have to do all the jobs of removing trash from Ladies house and the Supervisor Ladies of all these jobs would often be very sadistic and cruel. They would use whips and strong electric prods on the naked flesh of the slaves to encourage then to work harder and better and at the end of the night the slaves would be crammed into small tight cages for as few hours rest before being taken out again to fulfill their tasks.

Ladies often threatened their slaves, telling them that they would sell them to the council waste dept if they didn't please their Mistresses and and Mother would often tell me that one day when she was tired of my stupidity that she would sell me to the council and to request them to spend half the day as an ashtray outside her daughters leather store and the other half of the day cleaning the street with my tongue outside Mothers house. Either way Mother could view me suffering in those positions which would please her greatly.

I would often accompany Mother on a shopping trip. Mother would dress equsitley in leather and if cold, furs with beautiful high heeled boots. I would always be naked apart from a chain and collar and i would follow behind Mother. If any street cleaners were outside her house Mother would taunt them and tease them standing provocatively in front of them smoking a cigarette. If a Lady was standing or walking nearby a slave licking the pavement then the slave had to cease all movement and stay with their face down lips to the floor. Mother would stand near there head, swilling her foot, the heel tip grinding near their face. Mother would flick the ash on the floor and drop the lit butt on the pavement and order the slave to lick the smouldering butt up.

Mother was very easily angered by any mistake her slaves would make and so all Mother's slaves were in constant fear and dread. Just hearing Mother's high heels or Mother's voice would make a slaves balls shrink in fear. Mother would spot a mistake in nearly every task she gave me and so i was being constantly punished. If i didn't lick Mother's boots to her satisfaction then i would have to stand naked and on tip toe for long periods of time. If i lowered her heel Mother would burn or whip me, sometimes stubbing her cigarette out on my cock, balls or nipples and then making me eat the butt. I was always kept naked and completely shaved as was most of her slaves. Mother hated the smell of burning hair but seemed to relish the smell of burning slave flesh. My balls were covered in burns, old and new. My palms too had many blisters from my hands being used as and ashtray and i had countless burns across my chest from Mother stubbing out her cigarettes on me. My thighs and groins had many burns and my arse had a fare share too. Mother's daughter had a favourite punishment technique. I, or which ever slave was being punished, would be strapped down facing up. Mistress Susan would wedge matches in our toe nails and then light them. The flame would burn down to the toes causing much pain. Mistress Susan would always laugh sadistically as i screamed for mercy and spit on my face and in my mouth. After the burning Mistress Susan would usually then cane the soles of my feet hard with her leather cane. Finishing off with stubbing her cigarette out on my soles Mistress Susan would then leave me there, hungry, thirsty and broken.