I'll attempt to continue my recollection of that fateful night that brought me into the service of MsV.

I did neglect to mention in the first 'Becoming Gamma' entry that the activity I placed first in was a mock beauty pageant complete with fancy dress and a talent competition. (This is where the lovely tutu, tiara and flute picture came from. MsV says She is partial to the pic because it is taken on the night She acquired me)

In the talent portion of the pageant I did a little recital, attempting to show forth my flautist skills.

Names were drawn from a hat to determine who wore which outfit from the costume trunk. I ended up the ballerina and surprised the Dommes by being capable of rising en pointe, if only for a few moments at a time.

But I digress...

Up in the tree I watched and listened intently to sense what was happening below.

There is no feeling quite like being prey to three very capable Huntresses. It had been demonstrated, quite convincingly, on Ms Elisabeth's alpha submissive, Damon, that They were indeed quite powerful. In the example made of Damon, it was clear that They were not squeamish about torture. Some of the tools implemented to menace this very 'naughty' boy were previously unknown to me, and a few appeared to be the homemade concoctions of an extremely evil mind.

As I watched the torches begin to move closer my attention was temporarily diverted to a sound at the hedge. The gate was opened and another boy was proved by his presence to be worthy. Tempted to feel a bit forlorn at this I sighed quietly. As the torches approached from within the maze I grew more anxious for both the boy and myself.

If this boy didn't hide himself quickly they would be upon him before long. He realised this and tried to jump across the stream. This was a poor decision made in great haste. He fell and hit his shin on a rock, crying out in pain. (not to mention curses) This brought a shout from the Huntresses and in a matter of seconds they rushed forth from the hedgegate and took possession of him.

In the moments of his capture, whilst in a postion on his back, he undoubtably spied me. Our eyes met by torchlight, but to his credit he did not betray me.

I watched keenly as they bound and gagged him, then securing him over one of the horses backs they implemented the strap repeatedly across his upper legs and buttocks. It lasted all of ten minutes I suppose but the time seemed endless. I admit to being an enthralled spectator who eagerly awaited his own fate.

Damon was summoned to take the boy and one other horse away, leaving the trinity of Dommes and one equine to seek me out.

I remember them shouting out threats to me. I recall being rather excited at this point. (I do realise that I am going to have to be very discreet here so as not to cause offence to less tolerant people)

In a matter of time the Threesome did gaze upward and when They spied me the look of hunger in Their eyes fixed me to the spot.

It took more threats and even a bit of cajoling (which by definition is: to deceive with soothing words or false promises. Lol.) to move me. I climbed slowly down as the Three made lewd comments about my anatomy and my person in general. I didn't even get a chance to gain purchase on the ground before they had me in their clutches.

My They were angry. Why had it taken me so long to descend? How dare I attempt to make fools of Them, deceptively climbing a tree and inappropriately looking down on Those who were far superior to me?

The diminuative blonde slapped me incredibly hard across my face thrice. Seconds later, when my cheeks began to sting brilliantly I tasted my own blood. Dear Goddess, if this tiny blonde woman was MsV I was doomed. (As you may have guessed, this was indeed my soon to be Mistress)

I was shoved about and hit at various angles with a variety of weaponry. This I felt I could manage, but what came next frightened me in earnest. Ms Elisabeth untied something from the farside of the remaining horse's saddle. She tossed it across to the dark haired Domme who swung the loose end of the rope over the tree I'd just come down from.

'This is your prize, boy!'

They laughed maniacally at the expression on my face. Damon had returned, I assumed, for the purpose of using force if necessary to convince me to comply. He tied a long black satin remnant over my eyes and bound my wrists in front of me.

Next he apparently positioned the horse directly beneath the rope, beneath its potentially fatal loop

Ms Elisabeth commanded Damon to help me to mount the horse. I tried to find a place in my mind to focus, to resist the instinct of fight or flight but when I felt the noose loop being placed over my head I panicked. I struggled and yes I did cry. As insane as it sounds I thought for one fleeting moment that I should have bloodly well read the contract thoroughly before signing it. What had I agreed to?

The horse, a bit rattled by the commotion and the fact that his rider was emotionally overwrought, grew restless and jostled side to side. The noose was tightened and any control I had over myself vanished. I sobbed openly.

'Enough of that snivelling, you worthless male!'

More laughter. A bit of whispered discussion which I couldn't decipher. Then without warning they ran the horse out from under me. I shrieked shamelessly. To their credit I did not go unsupported. Instead I found myself on human shoulders which slowly lowered me to the ground. (Thank you, Damon)

To date this is one of the most humiliating experiences of my life. I wept with relief and crumbled to the ground. I wasn't allowed any respite, no time to recooperate from the ordeal.

Still blindfolded I was led to an area where I was soon surrounded by muffled voices. I sensed the presence of a throng of people (everyone in attendence at the party) and knew that whatever transpired next would be done more publically, as a spectacle.

I stood alone for several minutes, the focus of everyone's attention. I was unsure of what to do at the centre of the circle so I stayed still and quieted my spirit. Moments later I sensed Her proximity.

She touched my hands, still bound tightly in rope, then worked Her fingers up my chest to my shoulders which She held firmly. I felt a rush of calm assurance transfer from Her hands and it gave me peace. Tenderly She touched my face then reached behind to untie the sash.

And there She stood before me. The Sadistic Goddess of Norfolk, Ms V. The tiny blonde sprite whose power and strength I have never since questioned, said, 'You are mine.'

She announced Her selection to those gathered and asked me to kneel, and thus confirm my willingness to serve Her in training with potential to be accepted into Her stable if She saw fit. I happily accepted. Later that evening I received Her mark, which exists to this day on the inside of my right thigh. (It was a brand which wasn't expected to leave a lifelong mark)

Ms V had two submissive males at the time of my entry into Her household. Her alpha, Brian and Her beta, Tristan. I would eventually, after training, become known as 'Gamma'.

Ryan

Due to unforeseen circumstances I was not able to continue explaining how I came to be in service to MsV here in my blog. (Becoming Gamma) I do humbly apologise to any who might have been interested in Part II. I will get it all down here at the very earliest convenience. Which, in translation, means, when MsV has a little less need of me and there is more free time.

Ryan

In the spring of 2000 I had the good fortune to be selected for invitation to a special party hosted by Ms Elisabeth of Cambridgeshire. What had been described in the posted notification was quite tantalising. It gave just enough information to whet the appetite and ignite curiousity. Sending my reply I indicated I would be honoured to attend.

That evening there were ten of us, all quite young submissive men, who were informed upon our arrival that by the end of the festivities one in our party would be offered a position of in-service training with a very sophisticated Dominant Woman in Norfolk.

I admit that I'd not heard of Her before. I was entering into unknown territory and for a few seconds my inner sensibilities questioned the wisdom of having come. What finally convinced me not to balk at the opportunity was the fact that this 'Ms V' was a dear and personal friend to Ms Elisabeth, whom I was well familiar with.

Each of the candidates signed a consent form. I was young and foolish then. I only skimmed the document and having done so, signed it. I didn't want to appear petty or fickle. I noticed that several of the other boys did the same. Only one boy read everything in detail and decided to back out.

Then we were nine. Those of us remaining smiled. The odds were getting better.

There were various contests and activities that took place that night designed with the purpose of exposing our strengths and weaknesses to Ms Elisabeth and three other Dommes present to judge us.

One of these Dominant Women was Ms V. The odd thing was that none of we boys were to know which one She was. That would not be revealed until She had made Her selection. After all, She was there to choose one of us, not the opposite.

I felt fairly confident in the games, though I didn't win all, I'd done well in some. (I did place first in one)

Then came the interview with the Lady V. It was set up to be like an interrogation. The light shone so brightly in my eyes that i could not see anything of Her apart from a shadow. She could see all of me.

She asked several questions; deep and searching questions, they were. Many topics were included and most were not related to 'lifestyle' issues.

I was asked to define devotion, honesty and service in my own words. I was required to give account of myself, my family, my education, my experiences and my views on certain topics of interest. I remember standing there for what seemed to be hours reciting poetry for Her, naked as from the womb. I could feel perspiration trickling down my back as She put me through mental paces.

After the interview we boys were placed in a room that was dimly lit but offered a table of refreshments. Not that its important but I recall having two quarters of crustless sarnies. I think one was tuna and sweetcorn, the other salmon and cucumber. It's funny the things one remembers.

We were shortly thereafter herded through a lovely garden then to the mouth of what appeared to be a hedge maze. There the four Dominants were mounted on horses, looking down on we boys in our naked inferiority.

This was to be the last competition. Ms Elisabeth smiled wryly and told our group that there were a few surprises coming our way and that She hoped we'd be mentally sharp and alert.

The instructions were read aloud.

We would be given a five minute lead gap to navigate our way through the maze. If successful we would find a door in the hedge that led outwards to a stream which, when crossed, would lead to a wooded area. If we were skilled enough to avoid being caught and netted in the maze and to get beyond the stream we were to find a hiding spot in the wood. The champion of this game would be the last boy located. He, in turn, would receive a reward.

The game would commence upon the firing of a starting pistol. We made ready. I could feel my heart pounding.

It began and what I remember of this part comes back to me in slow motion and sometimes freeze frame fashion. All of us ran in different directions when forks in the maze presented a choice. The lighting was scarce, provided only by sparsely placed torches, and one boy who was called Keiran ran directly into the hedge. I didn't stop to see what happened further to that.

I was alone when I located the door. I could hear shouting in the distance as one of our number was netted and captured by the huntresses. Who knew what they were doing to him, but he wasn't quiet in response to it.

The hedge door was quite easy to open. I returned it to the closed position quietly and hurried to traverse the stream. The thicket waited on the other side. Safe harbour for a short season I hoped.

The water was ice cold as I rushed across. How difficult it was to try to cross quickly but silently. Erring on the side of caution had to be a wise move even if it seemed that no one was as far along in the chase.

Not wanting to travel too far into the woodland I wandered about briefly looking for a tree to climb. Unfortunately I brushed against and nearly fell into what I assumed to be gorse or holly bushes, true 'thorns in the flesh'. The first of that evening's wounds.

Having selected a good tree I began pursuing it in a steady upward progression. Midway a sound reached my ears and made every hair on my chilled body stand forth. Dogs... the sort that bay and follow scents. I wasn't a fox or a rabbit but it still gave me a dose of anxiety. More urgently now, I scurried up the branches like a squirrel.

Once on my perch I had a good view of the goings on below. I watched as the torches moved about, listened intently to the barking, and the cries of my fellow submissives. In a sense I felt out of the picture. Shivering I wondered if I'd be found at all.

Time passed and the air grew quieter. I could hear voices in the distance. Then in unison they made their move.

End of Part One.

I will post the continuation tomorrow at the end of my day.

Kind Regards,
Ryan

Something unexpected has come down the pike for our family.

Its on my mind almost continually. Though I am kept incredibly busy at this time of year in the planning and decorating then, of course, the actual festivities themselves, I can not purge this upcoming event from my mind for even a second. I'm dreaming about it as well. I'd rather not, but so far as I know there's not been a medication invented that can steer one's dreams in a favourable direction.

I would love to talk to someone about it, but for now that is forbidden. So forgive me if I type round in ever widening circles of nervous anxiety. Tonight my blogging is therapy, a cleansing of my mind via expression.

It's gone 7pm now. Delta is reading Dickens. No, your eyes are not failing you. I did type that Delta is reading Dickens. Reading but struggling to digest it. He keeps asking if he can read Cliff's notes instead. I personally have never heard of Cliff's notes. Who can know what the boy will think of next.

His reading of some proper literature is a part of MsV's cultural priming of her 'little boy'. He's hardly diminutive in stature, and not small of mind, but very excitable and full of life. He told me an online friend described him as a big puppy. Most fitting!

MsV feels he could do with a bit of good reading to offset his video game mania. I'm still not sure why She promised to buy him the new Nintendo gaming system for Christmas. It goes against all She feels with regard to the subject. But mine is not to question why.

I've been studying Italian. MsV is going to start Delta out studying French.

I'm trying to divert my thoughts. Can you tell?

It's not working. I don't know what I shall do. I continually tell myself that the decisions do not rest with me but that doesn't seem to help. I suppose you could say that I am frightened. This is not a scene I chose to be included in my life, but its a foregone conclusion now.

MsV is visiting with friends tonight. She has said She will be in before 10pm. I will worry anyway.

Thats all for now. I do apologise for the mystery that envelopes this entry. I'm trying to get my head round it. Hopefully I will soon. I must.

Ryan

Happy Holidays

It's with a heavy heart that I write this evening.

Perhaps the dwindling hours of daylight at this time of year, the darkness encroaching by steady measures continually, play a part in my sorrow, but without a doubt they amplify what already exists.

The heart of what troubles me is this:

Due to some controversy in a chatroom MsV, Delta and myself have come to enjoy over the past few months (supposedly caused by our very existance) we may be forced to withdraw from it.

It seems that others find our chosen familial D/s lifestyle an affront. Although I'm not altogether certain why as the chat is for people within the lifestyle.

What is sure is that Mistress will not allow us to be in a place where we are an annoyance or aggravation. Bringing friendship and peace into the lives of others, not aggitation and discontent, is what we seek to do. Therefore if being in the chat offends, we will cease going there. I know my Mistress. This will almost surely be Her decision.

Apparently one longstanding member of the chat has left the room permanently, stating that my sub brother, Delta, caused offence to him. I will not state my feelings on this matter other than to say delta is rambunctious but not someone to purposely start a fight. He is a peaceful, albeit, excitable boy. I personally believe that he's been played as the patsy to some extent in all of this. Because of his boyishness and youthfulness he is an easy target.

Mistress would likely be just as happy to return to the days before we were allowed in chats. Certainly She has no real need of such a past time. Frequenting the chat was a privilege for Delta and myself in hopes that we would make a few online friends and even possibly be inspired by others with greater experience and longstanding service relationships.

Within the chat it seems our situation has generated a bit of interest on the part of some of the Dominant Women but as a backlash has caused resentment in the ranks of a few of the other longstanding submissives in the chatroom. This saddens me greatly. It was never meant to be like that.

No one in this household has proclaimed our means or methods to be a model for others in the D/s lifestyle. I've searched my heart over the past 24 hours trying to remember if I've been haughty or snobbish to others in the chat. Or if I've promoted myself above my station at any time... I can't recall that I have but if by chance I've offended anyone, whether Domme or sub, I am most sorry.

I do have the evening meal to serve and then Ms has indicated that we might have a few rounds of Rummikub or do some more stitching before bedtime.

If any of my chatroom friends read this, please know that you are in my thoughts. If I have in any way offended you I sincerely apologise.

Ryan

Today my sub brother, Michael, (referred to here as delta up until this moment) is 23 years old. Being called by his birth name is part of his gift for the day.

Midmorning found me baking a 'red velvet' cake, which is a bit more complicated than the average victoria sponge. Michael was checking on me every few minutes wanting to know how his cake was coming along. This is his favourite cake and a special occasion so he felt his concern was justified; especially as I had no experience with this particular cake. I allowed him to ice it with homemade buttercream icing which is what he said is traditional. Please note that the picture featured is NOT the cake I baked, lol.

Michael had no chores today but he became so annoyingly hyperactive that Ms set him to do a cross stitch card. His lip stuck out in a pout for short time but a moment later his eyes had narrowed in concentration and his tounge was curled up touching his top lip; a facial expression that must be seen to be completely appreciated.

This evening we've had Indian takeaway for tea. The cake had just two candles and Michael blew them both out and made his wish. We all enjoyed the cake. Much to my relief it was nice. We each partook of a generous slice with vanilla ice cream on the side. MsV doesn't possess a sweet tooth, so for Her to have eaten all of the dessert She must have found it to Her liking.

At this moment Michael is playing with a gameboy he hasn't seen since arriving here on the estate and holding MsV to Her promise to purchase the new Nintendo Wii when it comes out here in a few weeks. He was increbibly surprised to have been handed back his toy and astonished to have been told he'll get the new nintendo gaming machine. I'm also a bit surprised.

Ms has repeatedly stated that She believes PC and/or video games to be a waste of time. She has been putting Michael through some cultural paces via reading assignments, needlework, chores, and language studies.

She gave no reason for Her benevolence. And he now knows better than to question it. She did say that he will have to give his gameboy back to Her at the end of the evening and that time on the new nintendo unit will be limited.

Michael and I have been getting closer as brothers. Neither of us have a biological or a step brother so this is likely as close as either of us will get to having a real brother.

So...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BROTHER MICHAEL.

I do love you.

Ryan