The Camp

By Topbazuka

I could not wait for school to be over. At sixteen, this was going to be my first summer away from mother. She was sending to an all girls' camp for the Summer. This was no ordinary camp. It had all the features of a normal camp. However, this camp specialized in training future Mistresses. You heard Right. It was a camp designed only for fifteen and sixteen year old girls

Ever since my dad walked out of our lives, mother became bitter and

Disillusioned with all men. Soon after a friend took her to a dominant club. There she experienced, for the first time, the power of being a woman. She became intoxicated with the power and it made her juices run. It wasn't long before she became a dominant woman exercising her power over the weak and insecure males of the world.

Mother has been training and transforming me from a little girl to a powerful and forceful woman. I enjoyed the power. I teased boys and learned how to make them do things for me because they thought sex was forthcoming. How wrong they were. They soon learned that I was in full control of their sex life.

Mother had many dominant friends. She would have parties in the house and every now and then would allow me the opportunity of experiencing and witnessing their actions. It always amazed me how men wanted to be punished and endure torture just to give her pleasure. Their bodies became hers for the night. I witnessed men being spanked, paddled, and hung upside down, whipped, pissed on, made toilet slaves, saw cock and ball torture, fucked in the ass with a dildo, and pierced. I had quite an education. Mother never let me participate only watch and learn. She always would say your time would come. Have patience and you will reap the rewards. The only children that went to this camp were daughters of dominant woman. The girls in the camp were given specific instructions in the art of controlling men and using them for their own pleasure.

The day had finally come and I was ready to embark on a new adventure. Mother promised me the time of my life. For the first time I would have my own slave and I was ready. Mother bought me my first leather outfit for the occasion. It had cutout for my breasts, pussy and ass. Other then the normal toiletries I left for camp with just an overnight bag. Mother said they everything I needed would be provided by the camp.

We arrived at noon and were assigned rooms. There was one room per camper. There were twenty of us. A small group as compared to other camps, nevertheless one could feel the excitement in the air. We were given basic information, rules & regulations. Our counselors would be our guides and instructors. Camp would officially begin in the morning. I could not sleep in anticipation. The next morning I arrived at the assembly room. Each girl was dressed in a leather outfit. This was to become our uniform in camp. We all took out seats. The camp director introduced herself and once again reiterated the rules of the camp. Then a side door opened up

and twenty males entered the room. The were naked except for the dog collar and leash tied around their necks. Each had a number painted on their chests. The director explained that the boys were to become our slaves for the duration of the camp. The boys were young, no older then twenty, tan,muscular and handsome. There was not one drop of fat on them.

The director has explained that all the boys were volunteers and that were happy to be a significant part of the camp. And serve as our slaves for the next several weeks.

The director placed a duplicate number matching the numbers on the boys into a bag. The she told us that each girl would approach the stage, place their hand in the bag and select a number. The number pulled would correspond to a number on the boy. That boy would be her slave until camp ended. It would be our job, as campers, to train and educate them into art of slavery.

It was my turn. I approached the bag and pulled out a number. It was number 13, unlucky for someone, yet lucky for me. I saw him cringe as I approached and took his leash in my hand. He immediately fell to his knees and kissed my feet. "Good doggie" I said and walked back to my seat where my slave sat on the floor awaiting further instruction. This is really great I thought. I'm

going to have a great summer. I asked the boy for his name and he responded with Frank. I stood and asked Frank if he was willing to dedicate his life for his mistress. Without hesitation he responded with a loud and strong "yes mistress." "Good" I responded. "Your life is now in my hands"

The first lesson was a spanking. Every male placed his naked ass on the lap of his mistress. The instructor showed us how to hold the boy down and how to spank. A slap on each cheek until they became crimson red. Some boys began to cry as their campers became more enthusiastic. We laughed at them and kept slapping. This was really fun. Boys were so weak. They had no stamina or endurance for pain. But they will learn. It was going to get worse before it would ever get better. That was enough for the first day. We all went to the

pool to cool off. The boys stayed by the pools as we played. As we came out of the pool, each boy dried off his mistress with his tongue. We then went to the dining room for dinner. Each boy served his mistress, after dinner, some of the girls went to a movie, others played Ping-Pong and others went to the Library. One by one they began to disappear to their own rooms. I had enough and took Frank back with me to my room.

I have a habit of peeing before getting into bed. I placed Frank's head in the specially designed toilet. His head was face up under my pussy and directly under a funnel. As I peed my warm golden nectar, it flowed straight into Frank's mouth. He started to gag. I told him that if he missed a drop he would suffer the consequences. He missed a drop here and there but I didn't have to the heart to punish him any more today. Tomorrow will be another day. But he will learn. Frank licked my pussy clean. I climbed into bed, and had

Frank sleep with his tongue in my pussy. I came three times that night.

Every Saturday night as part of the entertainment one-boy slave was selected for punishment. He was brought into the casino, where all the campers assembled to watch his punishment. Tonight the boy was being punished because he had overslept. His mistress tied him to the X cross, his back facing the campers. She began to whip his back with a lash as we all clapped and counted. His punishment was 10 lashes. We began one two three. Until the 10th lash found its mark. His back was red and bleeding. Then every camper was

ordered by the director, to file past the boy and lick his blood. For the first time I tasted blood and it was exciting. I wanted more and was not embarrassed to ask the director for another pass. The director accommodated me and some of the other girls, as well.

The summer was progressing. The campers were getting into the swing of things. They learned the profession and applied their knowledge on the poor and unfortunate male slaves. We were one happy group.

About a week before the camp ended the director announced "color war." I soon learned that the purpose was to see who was the fittest of the boy slaves. They were to be divided into two teams of four each and would compete for the honor of being the best. They would participate in a series of games and the wining team would live and the loosing team would die. There was group A and

Group B. Frank was in group B. The games began the next morning. There was a tug of war, a marathon race, and basketball game. Treasure hunt, swimming race, volleyball. And the best one was the fighting in the arena as gladiators.

The contest lasted a week and in the end team "A" had won. With the greatest amount of points. Team "B" with Frank, as a member would be put to death. All the campers would participate in the executions. As part of the process of becoming mistresses, each mistress would execute their slave in a different way. Thus, the executions became a challenge for the mistress as well. The

rule was that the deaths had to be entertaining and torturous. The mistress who performed the most exciting and thrilling execution would receive a trophy with honors and her name would be inscribed in the hall of executions forever. Each slave would die an honorable but excruciating death by his mistress for the pleasure of us all.

We all gathered in the casino for the first execution. He was crying as he realized his fate. In the center of the stage was a guillotine. His mistress placed him on his back, face up on the guillotine and locked his head in. He was able to see the blade high in the sky, as it glistened in the morning sun. His feet were spread and tied to stakes. The director announced that the

boy would first be castrated and then beheaded by the guillotine. His mistress calmly walked over to her subject and asked it he was ready to die for his mistress, He smiled. She took his cock in her mouth and began to suck on it. The stimulation made his cock erect. She held the knife and with one quick stoke, she cut of his cock and balls. She raised her hand, with cock and ballsd visiable, and

showed everyone her handiwork. We all clapped. She then went over to her slave and kissed him for the last time. She then handed him the rope which controlled the guillotine and told him to release it when she came He held the rope in his hand tightly as she straddled his face, His tongue found her pussy and automatically began to suck. She was ready to have an orgasm. It would be seconds now. All of a sudden her body jerked and she began to climax. " Now" she cried out. "NOW" she said again. With trembling hands, The boy released the rope and his head seperated from the rest of his body.

She came, his tongue still in her pussy. She released his head from her thighs and grabbed his head by his hair. She then held it up for all to see. The body was then taken to the kitchen. For he was going to be our dinner tonight. The execution brought new excitement into the camp and we eagerly awaited the next one.

The next night we gathered once again in the casino. As we entered we noticed a wooden chair in the center of the stage. We waited, giggling in anticipation of the execution. Part of the excitement was the fact they we never knew the method with which the execution would be carried out. His mistress brought in the slave boy. She made him face the audience and kneel in front of us. The mistress asked him if he had any last words. He nodded. "Well," the mistress said, speak. The boy then said, " I am prepared to die for the pleasure of my mistress. I failed her and therefore caused her

to be embarrassed. I accept my fate in the hope I will be redeemed my making the ultimate sacrifice for my mistress" We all clapped in the acceptance of his guilt and his anticipated death. His mistress placed him on the chair and tied his hands and feet to the arms

and legs of the chair. She then placed special nipple clamps on each nipple and a clamp on his cock Wires to an electric generator were attached the clamps. We then realized that the slave was going to be electrocuted. The mistress then sat on the boy’s lap facing face to face. As she was kissed him good-bye she released her self and urinated all over the boy. She told the campers that the urine had a salt content and would facillitate a better conduit for the

electricity. The audience was on the edge of their seats. She didn't put a mask over his face, as she wanted everyone to see how happy the boy was to die for his mistress. She calmly walked over to the switch. and looked at the boy. He sat waiting for the electricity to surge through his body. The result was that it turned him on because his cock began to become erect. He was

aroused at the thought and excitement of his impending death. She waited until he was fully erect and his cock was straining against the clamps. Without notice, she pulled the switch. The boy stiffened and jerked as the electricity shot through his body and was electrocuted. We watched in amazement as his nipples and cock were on fire from the electricity. His face slumped. He died like a true slave without fear or resentment of his mistress. She

walked over to his body and with a knife cut off his cock and ate it, like a Frankfurter, in front of all of us. He then was taken to kitchen for yet another joyous dinner.

The campers were getting into the executions. All day long everyone was looking at their watches. They couldn't wait. They become hungry to see executions, blood and death. Castrations were not enough they wanted more and the director promised them the best.

We arrived in the Casino to see a gallows standing in the middle of the stage. A slave boy appeared with his mistress. His hands were ties behind his back His mistress guided him to the step stool. The slave ascended the step.The mistress then tied his legs together and placed the noose around his neck. She pulled the rope taught so that the slave was bearly touching the stool just with the tips of his toes. He was straining his body to keep his feet on

the stool. Once again the mistress asked him if had any last words. "Yes," he answered." I want all those present to know that I am willing to give up my life for my mistress. The rewards in heaven are far greater then those on earth. My sacrifice will give me the right to heaven and all its pleasures" the mistress then gave him the traditional kiss of death. She then placed

nipple clamps on his nipples. Immediately his cock became erect. It was apparent that this mistress trained her slave to be sensitive to nipple clamps. His cock was fully erect. The mistress took his cock in her mouth and began to suck on his member. We realized that the slave would die when he came. He tried valiantly to prevent himself from coming. It was a contest between slave and mistress. Coming meant instant death but he would achieve his last glorius orgasm in death. The campers were cheering as the slave was

determined not to cum. Seconds turned into minutes and yet he hung on. The mistress, with his cock in her mouth, grabbed his ass and began to spank as he hung from the rope. The excitement of getting a blowjob and spanking was just too much for him to bear. We all saw the signs. He was ready. He started to cum as she took away the stool he was straining to stand on. With his last breaths he yelled out. "Thank you mistress" has he shot his load. His dick

went limp and so did his body. He died for the glory of his mistress. She cut of his cock for a souvenir and sent his body to the kitchen.

By the last night all the camp was in frenzy. The girls had become so hot for the executions. They had their slaves service them over and over again. Witnessing the executions became vivid memories and implanted in their minds forever.

Once again we arrived in the casino. This time we saw a large Barbecue pit. Two girls brought in the slave boy tied to a huge skewer then they placed his body on the rack. The mistress asked the girls to decorate his body with the vegetables she had prepared. The mistress began to spread oil and spices

on his body then the girls began sticking the vegetables into his body with metal toothpicks. When finished his body glistened from the oil and he was covered with vegetables. He had fear in his eyes because his mistress chose for him to suffer before he died. To be burned alive was not something anyone could endure without pain. However this mistress was determined to win the

prize and didn't care about her slave and the service that he provided while he was alive. She wanted to entertain the campers with his screams and have him beg for death. All was ready. She went over and reminded him that the longer he endured in the roasting pit the quicker his death would be once he

asked for it. She sealed her barging with a kiss and put the finishing touches, by inserting an apple in his mouth. She lit the fire and the skewer began to rotate. It went around twice before he begged her to kill him. She let it go one more time before she stopped the rotation took a knife, looked into his pleading eyes and said "thanks Frank" and gut out his heart. He died. Frank served us well in death. He was the best dinner we ever had,

barbecue man.

Dear reader it was a tough decision as which mistress should get the prize. Please help me my sending me an email on which one you would chose. They are:

Death by guillotine

Death By electrocution

Death by hanging

Death by fire.

We will print the results on the Eunugh Archive in few days. Therefore please vote.

Votes and comments can be sent to Topbazuka @aol.com