My lovely wife Nancy and I had looked forward to this vacation. We had been married for nearly three years. Money being how it was, we didn’t have a real honeymoon and no holidays since. As we saved for our vacation we looked over travel brochures by the hundreds. Florida, Bali, Europe, Jamaica, Rio, Nepal, Africa. Scuba diving, sun, dancing, museums, safaris, mountain climbing – all were interesting but none captured our imagination.

Finally, we received in the mail a flier from “Occult Vacations.” It promised a tour of Northern England’s “haunted” castles. Guess in the process of our search we had hit all the mailing lists!

Now, I have been a fan of vampire movies and ghost stories all my life – and, for unexplained reasons, Nancy seemed to be just as attracted to this tour as well.

From the brochure it seemed like we were going to be staying in places like Bram Stoker’s Carfax Abbey – and we were excited. In a froth of anticipation, we “bit the bullet” – and they hauled us in!

We landed at London’s Heathrow Airport on Saturday morning, hooks still in mouth, and spent the rest of the day riding, with a half dozen other “ghost hunters” in a small bus on the highways of England. Later, as dusk fell, we turned off the main roads and onto some back country byways to a beautiful castle nestled in a wooded valley.

A butler greeted our party and proceeded to lead us, couple by couple, to our rooms. Nancy and I had a third floor bedroom overlooking a courtyard. The huge four-post bed looked just right for sex – but we were both exhausted, and after a quick kiss, a touch and a tickle, we both fell into sound slumber. Tomorrow would be time enough to catch up on our lovemaking.

I don’t know what time it was but I awoke with the sound of a female voice calling my name. I looked over at my wife but she was still sound asleep.

“Ken! Kennnnn…” I heard it again.

I carefully got out of bed so as not to wake Nancy and walked over to the window and peered out.

There, walking in a flowing white gown, was a most beautiful, dark sensuous figure. The contrast between Her fascinating dark features and the white robe-like affair made both seem infinitely sexier.

She looked up at me from the courtyard, and even from three floors above, I could see Her sexy dark eyes sparkling as if they were glowing – not just reflecting the light of the full moon. She was stunning!

She smiled a knowing smile and raised Her hand as if to wave at we but just moved it back and forth as She continued to look into my eyes – which by now She had fully captured! I could not look away.

She gazed into my eyes for five or six minutes while virtually motionless, not speaking, not even blinking.

I stood there in the silence of the dark night, staring back unashamedly into Her gorgeous, even enlarging, smoldering, taunting dark eyes. I wanted to say something, to cry out, to gasp, to speak to the apparition, to warn Nancy. But, in spite of my inner doubts and fears, I could not speak.

Gradually, She seemed to drift ever closer as She continued to hold my eyes prisoner to Hers. All the while She seemed to be playing games with me – teasing, taunting and tempting me as though She could read m every thought – and She fully knew the effect She was having on me – all through eye contact alone!

It seemed as though a number of minutes had passed. I felt myself weakening. I no longer wanted to speak. I felt my breathing become shallow, regular, almost as if I were asleep. Still, however, staring wide eyes into those dark, compelling eyes, I felt myself lose focus – I just wanted to hear that voice once again, that soft, beautiful, sexy voice that had earlier called out my name.

The next thing I knew, to my astonishment, this beautiful woman was right there in the room – right next to me! I should have been afraid, but I stood mute, totally stunned and thrilled to be so close to Her beauty, as I continued to stare back into those sexy, powerful, controlling, dark eyes – eagerly drinking in all of their glorious magic!

She then whispered to me, but I heard the words IN my head. “Down… down on your knees, Ken… Kneel before Me…”

“Surrender to Me, Ken. I am Daphne, the Mistress of this castle, and I have the power to control all who enter My holy realm. You really are ready and want to surrender your will to Me now – don’t you, My little, smitten pet?”

I had already fallen to my knees as She had commanded. As Daphne took a step close to me it brought Her incomparable beauty right up to my face. I inhaled the delightful fragrance. Ghost or not, Her perfumes were intoxicating – all musk and madness. I breathed in again – deeply.

“Inhale… deeper… take in all of My womanly scent… breath deeper.”

I wanted to capture all the air around Her so no smells would escape.

“Now, My pet,” She whispered into my mind, “return to your bed – now!”

While I got up and walked to the four poster Daphne floated to Nancy’s sleeping form and touched her gently on the temples. She then whispered into her ears: “Sleep, sleep my dear!” Nancy stirred for just a moment then returned to her deep sleep.

“First, My little pet Ken, I want you to stoke that oh so impatient and appreciative little joy stick between your legs that has become so active – in my honor! Show me how grateful you are that I let you demonstrate, openly before My controlling eyes, your complete surrender to My Superior Will!”

Helplessly entranced I obeyed while Nancy lay sleeping beside us. Helpless to resist physically, I tried to resist emotionally – but the more I looked up at this totally gorgeous, sexy and wickedly dominating, irresistible apparition floating above me, the more I lost all control and lost all pretence of resistance. I had become sexually aroused, in a most massive way! I wanted desperately to please Her! Plain and simple, I had become just a carnal toy for this ghost woman. I was indeed grateful for this opportunity to openly display my complete submission to Her Divine Will! I stroked eagerly with almost complete abandon as ordered for what seemed like forever. But She had not yet allowed me to spasm so I had to hold back to avoid my goal – the ultimate pleasure of total fulfillment in an act of complete, symbolic, submissive surrender!

“Stop it!”, She barked – and my hand fell to my side, in strict obedience to such a hateful command!

From somewhere out of thin air She magically produced four set of shackles to cuff me spread eagled to the bed, like an “X” with a limb chained to each post of the bed.

Then it happened! “Watch!”, She whispered hotly into my ear.

She seemed to dissolve into a shiny, red mist, floating over the bed – hovering directly over Nancy. As Nancy breathed, she seemed to inhale the sparkling mist. Then Her eyes blinked open while a strange, cruel smile played across Her lovely lips, a smile like I had never seen on Her before.

She got out of bed still naked (as we had been when we had gone to sleep) and walked over to a giant cabinet in the bedroom. As I watched in astonishment from my shackled position, She pressed a hidden button and retrieved an evil-looking whip from a hidden drawer – then returned to me.

“Ken… Ken… Ken…” She laughed. “Our new life starts tonight. From now on, it is I who am in charge, you – and many other males – are destined to become My willing, and most eager, slaves! Now that I have regained a physical body My erotic conquest of My old realm shall resume. I shall gain power and wealth. I shall have many, many sex slaves eager and excited to serve and obey Me in ever way that I permit – but you will be special – the first!”

I called Her name, “Nancy, fight it! Don’t give in!” (My very last bit of resistance, I was soon to be very unhappy for uttering such foolish, rebellious nonsense!)

“No… not Nancy… Daphne!” She laughed and brought the whip down across my helpless body. My legs, my chest, my manhood, in turn became undefended targets for Her cruel attack.

Then, suddenly She stopped and held my face between her two soft hands, dropping the whip. She forced me to stare directly into Her lovely, dominant, demanding, dark, dark eyes. Yes, they definitely were Daphne’s ever so controlling orbs! I knew I was once more lost to those eyes. Resistance was futile – while complete submission would only lead to paradise! Those gorgeous eyes remained fixed on mine, pulling me into deep submission to Her Divine Will!

Powerless, helpless to resist… Slowly… certainly… falling into Her… becoming only an extension of Her will. Unable to think for myself. Utterly oblivious to my surroundings. Thinking only of Her. Happy to be selected to he Her first slave!

My whole world was now what Nancy-Daphne gave me. Nancy-Daphne, Daphne-Nancy! Both alive and well – yet One Wonderful Dominant Person and Personality!

My eyes saw only Her. My ears heard only Her controlling, irresistible, soothing voice. I had become very thankful to Her that I was permitted to hear that wonderful, controlling voice! My mind thought only those ideas and thoughts placed there by Her.

My Mistress!

My Owner!

Mistress Daphne!

I was now happy beyond all belief!

One Divine Being forged in Heaven! How could I have been so lucky?

She unshackled me and I immediately returned to my obvious place, kneeling before Her with bowed head.

She placed Her delicate, naked foot before me and without urging I kissed and licked it. I inhaled it delicate fragrance, blissfully serving m Goddess’ feet.

Worshipping them!

Worshipping Her!

Daphne began rubbing Her own sex as I started to crawl toward Her to lick Her perfect pussy. But that was not to be allowed as She laughed and pushed me onto my back with Her bare foot.

Then, a few moments later, She took Her hand and rubbed it under my grateful nose, “forcing” me to inhales Her intoxicating juices –

I reached up to Her. “Stop! Lie perfectly still! Obey Me, slave boy!” I was immediately frozen in place.

She stood above me, regally and majestically, as She cupped Her glorious fully ripened and rounded breasts, fuller, sexier than I ever remembered, right above my eager, drooling face. She then reached down and inserted Her finger into my now freely salivating mouth.

I was ecstatic, tasting Her – Daphne-Nancy – desiring MORE, but unable to move even an inch. Then She straddled my body, seemingly lowering her precious sex toward my awaiting mouth.

My lips and tongue could move and strained toward that sensuous target.

“Please… closer…” I thought.

Suddenly, a warm, acidic, golden stream engulfed my face. I sputtered for a moment spitting out the warm juice until I heard Her voice – inside my head.

“Drink… drink, slave! Drink it all… you love it… you desire it… obey Me and drink!”

Immediately I opened my mouth and it was just as She had commanded. I loved it. It was the nectar of the Goddesses. “more… please… more… ” I screamed, “please… please.”

I heard Her laugh – loud – in control – evil – and then I collapsed, unconscious.

We stayed here at the castle when the tour left. I used the last of my saved money to put a down payment on the castle. At first the British banker said we didn’t qualify for such a large loan, but Daphne made me leave the office so She could talk to him alone. Naturally, he changed his mind.

In fact, on Tuesdays and Thursdays he comes to the castle and does Nancy-Daphne’s laundry.

Every once in a while the “boarder” steals one of Her panties – but She doesn’t seem to mind. He just becomes more docile and cooperative as a result.

Once, the local police superintendent came by to see us regarding our not having a license to run an inn for the ghost tours, but She talked to him too and now he cleans our bathrooms every Monday, Wednesday and Friday.

The tours still visit once or twice a month but there are fewer and fewer rooms left for them because the richest, sexiest, most beautiful always want to stay and help Daphne – after She talks to them.

It’s almost as though She is the queen here in this part of England. Of course, She is now the most powerful woman in the fiefdom that surrounds that castle.

Last night, thirty-six male slaves and two female slaves met in the great room of the castle as Nancy-Daphne told us how She planned to gain more and more power. She has an idea. She wants to marry Prince Charles so She could become the Queen of all England.

I cried because I thought I would lose Her. But when She commanded all thirty-eight of us to masturbate before Her wicked eyes – in Her honor – She told us we would always be kept to serve Her. We were Hers. Forever! We rejoiced and thanked Her – pouring glass after glass of champagne for Her pleasure in celebration!

We all came together in honor of our Glorious Benefactress – Our Mistress! Forever and ever!