Rules of BDSM Manor – safety, respect, and consent.

Note to reader: You will get more from these characters if you read the stories in order, but it’s not compulsory.

Tess-O’Meter — Green.

-X

I all the time knew I was a dominant.

And gay.

From the first time I discovered the pleasure that I could bring myself.

Some things are set in life and there can be no doubt.

However, life sure throws curve balls as well, and one thing I never wondered that I would be doing was creating, directing, and filming a snuff movie.

Especially one staring my gorgeous slave and very much beloved husband.

Still, these unexpected curves are what makes life fun.

Before I continue, let me reassure you and confirm that no submissive was hurt in the creation of this story.

Wait, seriously, what am I saying? Of course, he was hurt. Alex is a pain slut; he likes being hurt. Turns him all the way on.

What I should have said was no submissive was killed in the making of this story.

Let me explain.

-X

Around six years ago Sadie, John and I were asked to act as consultants to a project in the States.

A group of BDSM enthusiasts has decided to go off grid and live full time as masters, mistresses, and slaves.

Sounds like fun on the surface, but unfortunately, they didn’t know what the fuck they were doing, and it didn’t end well.

We got a call from the FBI, asking for our assistance. The problem was, for the authorities, no one was actually doing anything illegal. It was effectively a large scale, full time, role play game, and in theory anyone could leave at any time.

We had been recommended by some professional US based dominants which the FBI had gone to for help.

Walking in and finding people who had been living like dogs in cages for months, was a bit of a shocker.

Plus the cages were locked. However, because the ‘doggies’ were insistent that they wanted to be locked in the cages, it was a very murky situation legally.

Six months of work transformed the commune into a productive small farm, with links to the local community, and proper health care and support for everyone living there, plus supervision.

People were still living pretty much full time in their role, but no one was being harmed, or as had happened before, at risk of harming themselves.

I’m a master with three slaves of my own, and an entire community partly under my care, and I still think it’s weird, but there you go.

Fast forward to five months ago, and Sadie had popped over for a visit.

Surprised to discover that one of the more experienced dominants who had been in a supervisory role, and a good friend of hers, had been asked to leave.

Sadie had tracked down Master David to get his side of the story.

It turned out he was terminally ill, and although taking the news very well, he has been indiscreet when talking with one of the other dominants about a long-term fantasy.

Master David is pirate mad (yes, he and John get on very well!), and had a thing about forcing some bound and helpless, handsome young man, to walk the plank.

(Bet Disney didn’t think about that when they made their movies!)

His mistake was in wondering out loud, as a joke, whether he could discover someone who was ill, like himself, who would want to live the fantasy from the other point of view.

He had immediately reassured his shocked companion that the idea was horrendous, and just a bad taste joke, and I’m not sure that he should have been judged so harshly for using dodgy graveyard humour to try and deal with a frightening diagnosis and future.

He admitted, over lemon tea and cake (very old college) with Sadie, that having the bad judgement and lack of common sense to say such a thing was the real issue, and he agreed that he was probably not in the best place to continue to act in a supervisory role.

Sadly, his badly judged moment of loose tongue meant that he was now facing his future cut off from the world he had known, with no more than two years left, the last year of which he expected to be very unpleasant indeed.

He had two ‘guests’. Slaves from the commune who had loved him so dearly as a master they wanted to stay and care for him. Sadly though, within less than a year, caring is probably all they would be doing.

Sadie’s response had been ordinary Sadie. Would he be prepared to travel to the UK, if she could make his fantasy come true, without anyone being harmed?

She had spent the flight home writing a scenario to fulfil his fantasy and then some, using my slaves, thank you very much!

Then John had suggested that if we were gonna go to all this trouble, we might as well film it, so that Master David could enjoy watching it over and over.

So instead of an evening of fun, I was now creating a movie production in my spare time. Like I have any spare time.

To be fair, if I had a dying fantasy, I would hope that I had people who loved and respected me enough to make it happen, and I didn’t begrudge Sadie the time or effort, plus we were having fun.

For the record though. When my time comes, I would like to go with something instantaneous and painless, with my cock buried in Alex’s throat, preferably just after having cum. And not for at least sixty years.

If anyone with the power can make a note of that? Thanks very much.

-X

This project had now been months in the making.

I think my favorite moment of the planning was when Will and Chris did their audition.

Of course you cannot sail a pirate ship (even a fake one) without a crew.

Will and Chris had asked to take part.

It was not unusual for our submissive slaves to take a dominant role in a scenario.

I liked the idea of keeping it within my closer group of friends and I knew I could rely on Curtis.

I told Chris and Will that they would need to audition to see if they could pull it off.

The following weekend Will and Chris were missing in action at breakfast, and so was the breakfast, so I had a suspicion that something was about to occur.

When I spotted them stalking across the dining room, eyes on Alex who had his back to them, I suspected their audition was about to begin.

“Have Will and Chris spoken to you,” I asked, not acknowledging their approach.

“No,” Alex looked puzzled, “about what?”

They were nearly on us now, we all grabbed our water glasses (the only thing that had made it to our table, no doubt as arranged by the delinquent pair), I grabbed Alex’s as well, leaving the table clear.

“Submit,” I said to him.

“Master?” he frowned at me in question.

“Submit,” I said again.

Alex started to ask more when his arms were wrenched behind him and he was yanked out of his chair and thrown across the table.

Handcuffs clicked into place, and as he started to struggle, he was violently pushed back down, knocking the breath from his body for a second time.

We had all pushed our chairs back and sat grinning as Alex’s pants were yanked down before Chris inserted a syringe nozzle (no needle, obviously), into his Ass and injected lube.

This was a technique that we used a lot in consensual-non-consensual role play, as prepping someone prior to their walk down a dark alley, or whatever we had planned, tended to take to spontaneity out of it.

Less than ten seconds after being yanked from his chair, Alex yelled as Will (who on pulling down his jeans was revealed to be already covered and lubed) thrust into him.

Alex was struggling, forcing Will and Chris to subdue him roughly, there were gonna be bruises for sure. He was also laughing.

Kerry caught my eye and grinned, this was exactly what we needed for our movie.

Then both our jaws dropped as Chris yanked his jeans down (also ready to go), and proceeded to join Will in double fucking Alex.

Alex’s shocked, “Shit, Oh Fuck,” was cut off as both boys started to hammer into him hard. He grunted the breath back into his body and started to semi scream.

Not that he fooled me for a second.

They had taken him by surprise but getting gangbanged is one of his favorite things and even Will and Chris stretching his Ass at the same time would be less painful than Master John inside him.

Then Chris, one of the sweetest guys I know, growled out, “Why don’t one of you gentlemen gag this cocksucker and shut him up?”

I laughed at the shocked expression on Curtis’s face and then stood quickly.

“It would be my pleasure,” I said, as I freed myself and grabbing Alex’s hair, pushed myself deep into his throat.

While we fucked Alex hard, I gasped out, “You boys have earned your place, it will be an honor to work with you.”

As I finished speaking all four of us came simultaneously, Alex choking a bit as he tried to swallow my cum while flooding over our breakfast table.

Will and Chris pulled out and started jumping about with glee, “We got the part, we got the part,” Will yelled.

“Oh yea, hollywood,” Chris laughed.

I grinned as I helped a shaking Alex from the table and back into his seat.

“Jesus Fucking Christ,” he panted, “where the hell did they come from?”

“I told them that they needed to audition to earn a place as crew in the movie,” I explained, “but I wasn’t expecting that this morning.”

“Christ, they could have warned me!”

I laughed and waved for Chris and Will’s attention, “Which one you have the key?” I asked, as Alex’s hands were still cuffed behind him.

They stopped bouncing and looked at each other, Chris started to laugh harder as Will’s eyes widened in horror.

“Shit, sorry,” Will looked at Alex, “I know exactly where they are,” and we all laughed as he dashed from the room.

“Oh, fucking great!” Alex muttered, as our table was re-laid, and our fragrant breakfast arrived.

-X

Besides finding our crew, John, Alex, and I had spent a couple of weekends with a guy who choreographed fight scenes in movie. Learning some stage fighting techniques.

We could now beat the pulp out of Alex, with minimal contact and without actually causing him any harm.

It was fun, although Alex usually spent the entire time laughing like a loon.

Probably due to the fact he could take us both with one hand tied behind his back if he wanted to!

John, Alex, and I had a great fight scene that looked brutally real, but we were not choreographing every single move. We are not professional actors and for Alex it was gonna be a genuinely rough experience.

Master Kerry was our whip master for this scenario. Kerry had been brought in as I would not trust anyone else with the cat, and Alex’s vulnerable flesh.

No one could wield a whip like him. His slave Will took a bloody whipping every three months and had not a mark on him once healed.

In actual fact Will had missed his last whipping session as he had been acting as Master Kerry’s guinea pig for the past few months.

Who else?

Once the cat o’nine tails arrived they had started to practice.

Will spent weeks in heaven as Kerry got to know the whip. How to use it. How much damage certain strikes would cause, and what looked best and most effectively vicious.

Once Kerry was fully confident that they worked out the full whipping scene, it was Alex’s turn to experience the lash.

Alex had experienced four severe whippings since we began rehearsing.

The first two for practice and to see how his body was marked and how he would heal.

He looked gorgeous with vicious strips, scoring his body. The whip was a work of genius and when turned and used a certain way, would build shallow scratches that would bleed a little.

Kerry had worked with a word renowned whip maker to design this, as a proper cat would tear the skin to pieces and leave scars. We wanted the effect without the actual damage.

Alex would had taken more, he was in that danger period where a pain slut can get obsessed with pushing their limits, but it was not necessary.

The ‘cat’ had 9 throngs (of course) and when the whip was turned, and with two hard hits he would end up within average, between six and eleven lightly bleeding welts. These took around two weeks to heal fully.

There was no need to whip him to shreds and it would have been too dangerous for him to go into the water afterwards. However, blood spreads and the effect was dramatically vicious.

We had also discovered that the water had a soothing effect. Although as the bleeding was so minimal it was invisible in the water, but we didn’t think Master David was gonna notice by that point.

The final two whippings that we had done, had been a proper dress rehearsal and allowed Alex to practice the ‘passing out’ that his character would should do.

The initial whipping without causing too much damage was for effect and drama, as Alex would yell, curse, and scream at the crew.

Then the two special hard hits, one to the front of the body and one to the back to draw blood, and this would be followed by four strikes on his cock and balls (the whip having been ‘turned’ again so back in safety mode).

The first two blows on his most vulnerable parts, he could scream as much as he liked, the third he needed to begin to faint, going limp on the fourth and hanging in his bindings.

He knew he then had to stay pretty much limp, while taking six more strokes front and back. These would look worse than they were and continue to spread the blood over his body.

Then the crew would decide he was too far gone and cut him down to be revived and face the captain’s final decision and the plank.

It was impossible for Alex not to respond at all while pretending to be unconscious, but he kept his movements muted and mumbled grunts. It looked incredibly real.

He said it was okay because he could count the strokes and knew what to expect.

“Not really like a real whipping at all,” he joked, as I cleaned the thin seeping scratches and welts, after the final dress rehearsal.

At which point my restraint had deserted me and I threw the cloth and water apart and pushed him down on the bed, pinning him with my entire body, his hands pressed into the pillow above his head, as I sank deep into his Ass.

“Fuck, you look so Hot being whipped,” I gasped as I started to thrust, and Alex’s laughing whimper, turned to grunts and groans.

-X

The weekend of the ‘movie‘ finally arrived.

I stood in our pool area with Alex on the Friday afternoon, checking out the finished set dressings.

It all looked amazing. Had the floor been moving, we really could have been on the deck of a ship.

“I feel like I’m in a pantomime,” Alex said, gazing around.

“Or ‘Pirates of Penzance’ more like,” I replied, and he cracked up, turning around to grin at me.

“What?” he asked as I stared at him.

“Just admiring my husband,” I smiled, my eyes trailing from his messy slightly too long hair, his scruff, down his abs currently hidden under a very old T-Shirt, his hands shoved in the pockets of his loose jeans, almost worn through at the knees, right down to the tired sneakers that looked like they were about to fall off his feet.

“You scrub up well,” I joked.

Alex laughed again and walked over to me, deliberately curling his lip, and sneering at my polished shoes. Running his hands up my chest and gripping my shirt.

I had been in meetings all day and we had rushed down here to see our play space transformed before even dumping our bags.

“And you look absolutely edible in a suit,” Alex murmured, before kissing me.

I pulled Alex close and then when I had a good grip, I broke the kiss and rasped my chin over his neck. He gasped and tried to wriggle Free.

“Oww, Fuck,” he complained.

I released him and grinned, I hadn’t shaved that morning. I usually had to shave twice a day but was growing out my slovenly pirate look.

“I don’t know what you’re moaning about,” I said making another grab for Alex, “I have to put up with your stubble all the time.”

“I do shave sometimes,” he protested, running a hand over his jaw, but then just laughed. Alex could get away with shaving two or three times a week, lucky sod.

He allowed me to catch him again.

“Are you excited a about drowning me for real tomorrow?” he asked, then “What?” as I let go suddenly and paced away hissing.

“What?” he asked again, “Come on Leslie, I was joking. Hey?”

I turned back and grabbed Alex’s head, resting my forehead against his.

“Alex, you have to promise me something,” I demanded.

“Anything, of course.”

“You are the fucking Love of my life,” I said, half whispering, “I can’t let anything happen to you.”

“Hey now,” Alex gripped my wrists and moved back a little so he could focus, his eyes now serious on mine, “I was joking, the girls will take care of me you know that, and we have practiced loads.”

I didn’t let go, “I want you to promise, that if something goes wrong, if you pick up an injury tomorrow you will call a halt. I can’t risk you going into the water with an injury.”

This may have seemed like a strange request, bearing in mind that Alex was gonna be beaten, gangbanged, whipped, and finally thrown, bound into the ‘sea’, but it was gonna be rough and even with the planning and rehearsals, he could easily pick up a cracked rib or worse.

Going into the water was all the time the riskiest part of this scenario. I was having second thoughts at the last minute. Knowing that Alex’s character was meant to be beaten down, scared, hurt and yet defiant would make it hard for me to know if he was covering an injury and Alex was a relatively new pain slut, he craved it like an addict.

Alex pulled me over the bench and looked at me seriously as we sat.

“At the risk of being overly soppy, you are the fucking Love of my life as well,” he said, making me laugh a little.

“I know that I concern you sometimes wanting to push my pain limits.”

“Yes, you do,” I admitted.

“I know I can push, because for me it’s like freedom, and I know you will rein me in and keep me safe.”

I nodded, understanding.

“I intend to spend the rest of my life with you Leslie,” he said and kissed me.

“I intend to spend the rest of my life with you Master,” he repeated and kissed me again acknowledging both factors of our relationship and bond.

“And I do not intend for that to end tomorrow.”

I looked into his dark blue eyes and saw his sincerity, “Okay.”

He nodded, “Okay. If I am at all unsure, I’ll signal, you know my signals.”

“Yes,” I stood, reassured that he was clear on the risk, “Good.”

Alex stood as well and rubbed my back, “You okay?”

“Yes,” I smiled and stole yet another kiss, “let’s get out of here and take a walk.”

-X

We returned in time for dinner and found Keira and Casey waiting for us.

Tomorrow was gonna be a big event, so we ate in our rooms, as friends rather than master and slaves.

Casey was excited as she had only been back a few weeks and was not yet doing much more than swimming.

It was too soon to say if she would ever be able to go into her pre-birth tail, impalement, and bondage. But for now she was just happy to be back and involved.

Pain Free most importantly.

We teased her that her new tail was roomier than the old one, to accommodate her new curves.

Casey just laughed. A woman fully confident in herself, and the knowledge that she looked like a fucking Goddess.

Casey’s curves and Keira’s slender frailty were enough to rouse even my desires. They remain the only two women I had ever fucked. I didn’t see that changing; our bond was unique.

But tonight we kept it quiet and gentle, and I simply allowed all three of my slaves to give me pleasure until I was practically floating.

Alex, Keira, and I stayed the night in a heap.

Casey, it transpired, crept back to her rooms to enjoy the luxury of a bed all to herself and no one waking her at 3am.

-X

“I’ll kill the fucking scoundrel,” John roared, as Alex tried to make a run for it and was grabbed and thrown to the deck.