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On Your Knees

By: mummys dirty angel



With those words i immediately drop to the floor and resume the position my Mistress always likes me in when i am in her presence. My hands are against my back, my fingers laced together, my head hung down, eyes closed. I stay this way until she speaks again. The lack of her loving touch and her sternness in her command tells me i am in trouble this time. I sense her moving away from me, the sound of her footsteps fades as she glides out the room. As i wait for her to return i can feel myself melting, thoughts rush through my mind as to what punishment she will administer, thoughts turn to feelings of fear, anticipation and passion. 

Pondering on my thoughts of her i hear the familiar sound of her footsteps, her heels striking upon the wooden floors. As she enters the room her voice fills my ears, "Look at me." I raise my head and open my eyes. I moan lightly at the vision striding before me. My eyes fixate from the bottom to the top. Her shiny black boots with the 4inch heel. Her black stockings held in place by her suspenders. A black corset which nips at her waist. Her breasts heave over the top, asking to be licked and caressed. Her long leather coat, opened at the top and bottom, with one button fastened in the middle, graciously flowing around her.

Her piercing green eyes staring straight into mine, her long red hair cascading down her shoulders. And another sound echoes through my ears. As she strides towards me like the goddess she is, a crop sits in her hand. She's tapping it in her other hand, in rhythm to her every other step. My breathing quickens as she finally stops in front of me. My head still looking forward, i daren't look up. Instead my eyes are virtually level with her pussy. I can smell her arousal, and it intoxicates me. I breathe deeper taking her scent deep within me, allowing it to captivate every nerve in my body. All i keep thinking is that she must touch me soon, anything, i'm longing for her fingers to brush against me. In my mind i am begging for her attention, please touch me, please touch me.... 

Then i feel her. Her fingers entwining in my hair, so soft and gentle. For a second i forget that i am in trouble, and moan just enough for her to hear. She then grasps my hair in her hand and pulls my head up to look at her. "You know you've disappointed me," her tone harsh. Her smile though tells me she is going to enjoy this. "yes mistress," is all i could say as i could feel myself crumble. She lets go of my hair, and takes a step back and bends down to my level. Her finger trails down my cheek, as her stare bores right into me. I feel her deep inside me, trickling through my veins, like a sweet poison.

Her finger leaves my face, and traces down my neck. She brushes her nail over my collar, then inserts her finger through the metal ring. I feel her breath on my ear, "get up bitch." Her tone soft, as the whisper escapes her lips. I breathe heavy, my legs already feel like they are buckling beneath me. "yes mistress." She now stands in front of me, her fingers once again in my hair. She pulls my head back slightly, and lowers her lips to meet mine. I groan in her mouth as her tongue glides along my lips and she gently slides it along my teeth. I feel her finger pull away from the ring in my collar, and she replaces it with my chain.

Her lips still on mine, her fingers move lower, and she brushes over my nipples. Her touch is like an electric shock, sending waves of want and need throughout my body. I groan again in her mouth. She pulls away, but leaves only milimeters between our lips. She smiles then begins to nibble along my bottom lip. Then without warning she bites me, hard, causing me to gasp loudly. Tears well up in my eyes as the force of her bite takes hold. "Ssh" she whispered, then traced her tongue along my tender lip.

My lip felt more moist than usual, and when she kissed me the distinct taste of blood entered my mouth. Her beautiful green eyes locked onto mine, and another whisper oozed from her mouth, "Who's blood is that?" Never before has she bit my lip and drawn blood. Hesitantly i replied, "Its Yours Mistress." She paused for a few seconds, just staring into my eyes, hypnotising me with their colour. "Mmm good girl, and why is it mine?" This time without hesitancy, "because you own every part of me Mistress, inside and out."

She raised an eyebrow, and brushed her finger through my hair and softly said, "Mmm yes i do, and don't you forget it!" Moments later that devilish grin appeared, and she said the words i love to hear..."On your knees." I obeyed at once. Again her pussy was an inch away from me. I could smell her, and if i dare stick my tongue out i'm sure i could touch her, or better still, taste her. It took all of my resistance to stop myself doing just that. 

She moved closer still, her arousal stronger than before. I could feel her so close to me, it was unbearable. I could feel myself trembling. In my mind i kept saying to myself dont let it be today that i fall into her trap, that this is her game, and everytime i nearly fall, but today, i mustn't. 

On Your Knees



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"Uh, uh...uuuhhhhh," he groaned as the sound of flesh slapping became louder. White sticky liquid spurted from the man's penis as he moaned loudly. 

"You liked the show I see," she stated, crawling towards him as the other man licked her ass. "That's right baby, clean it good."

"I want to fuck you so bad, you naughty little bitch," the ma cleaned himself up as she crawled further towards him.

"Mmm. I love it when you talk dirty to me. Rape me daddy, show me who's the boss. I want both of you to take me and dominate me." 

Both men looked at each other then nodded. The man she had just fucked came up behind her and grabbed her wrists, pulling them behind her back. She smiled cattily and rubbed her ass against him, his prick began to grow her once more.

"We're raping you darling; you're not supposed to enjoy it . . . yet," the first man warned.

"I know but I'm already horny," she smiled.

"You're gonna force me to get rough with you girl."

"Good, I like it rough."

"You like it period."

"I like it while on my period."

"Gag her before I do."

The man behind her threw her to the floor then straddling her he sat on his knees to tease her ass with his hardened prick. A moan escaped her.

"Quiet slut," the first man ordered. "Quit doing that to her, just hold her down and nothing more." He went over to her where he pulled her onto her knees by her hair. "Suck me bitch. You little whore I want your filthy mouth slobbering all over my big hard dick." He shoved his dick in her mouth, slamming the back of her throat with the tip of his dead. She gagged and the slapped on the cheek. Tears flowed from the woman from painful hair pulling and the fact that she had asked for more than she'd bargained for. 

"Can I fuck her ass now?"

"No."

"I need release."

"Jerk off."

"I have a perfect ass right here."

"Jerk off."

The second led tot sit on the other side of the room when, when satiated he lightly pinched his nipples moving down to massage his balls he began his pace, beating his hardened rod. 

"Lick my balls bitch."

She obeyed, licking his testicles lavishly while massaging and alternately sucking them.

"Moan you cunt, aren't you enjoying this?"

She obeyed, rubbing the tip of his dick back ad forth on her lips as she moaned around them.

"Lay on your back, fucker."

Slowly she lay on her back, spreading her legs and bending her knees slightly.

"I'm not ready to fuck you there yet but-," he jammed three fingers up her pussy. She yelped in pain and braced for more to come. He pumped her hard and fast making her hurt and lust simultaneously for orgasm. He pulled out as she was on the brink. Whimpering she arched her hips for his fingers or his prick to enter her again.

"Quit your whimpering hoe and slap your tits together on my dick. I wanna see you suck in again. Better yet, quit jerking off and get over here and hold her tits together. She'll be able to suck my dick and rub my balls."

The first guy straddled her face and stuck his dick between her D cup breasts while the second man held them tightly. The fist man began his pace of fucking her tits while the second guy tickled ad teased her nipples which grew hard and he lightly rubbed the areoles. His pace quickened as she sucked his penis and balls.

"Let's switch places. I'm fixing to cum." 

The two men switched places. The first man slammed his big cock deep inside her while the other man began fucking her breasts as she sucked his balls. She massaged her own breasts and the nipples hardened again.

"You little slut, you're a pretty good little fuck with this tight wet pussy you have." The harder he fucked the more wildly her hips bucked and the louder she moaned.

"Oh man. . . I'm going to explode. She sucks good cock, damn little whore," the other man gasped.

"Uh . . . uh . . . uh," the first man moaned. "I can't hold on much longer. I'm gonna cum all inside you, oh fucking A bitch. I'll cream your damn hole."

"I'll shoot all over those big ol' titties . . . oh . . . and make you lick it up and clean me . . . oh."

"Oooooh," the girl replied.

"After I get through fucking her I wanna see you clean your hole."

Mmmmmmm. . ."

Oh God yes!" the first man yelled as he came, filling her pussy full of his hot sticky cum.

"Oooh, oooh, oooh!" She bucked as her orgasm exploded inside her and danced on his dick as the feeling slowly subsided.

"Here I cum," the second man spilled her seed over the vast expanse of her breasts.

"Now clean yourself up slut and get the fuck outta here." 

Slowly and reluctantly she cleaned her chest off, licking her finger clean as it scooped up the jizz in the valley of her chest. She suckled off the sticky cream that landed on her nipples. Two fingers entered the folds of her swollen pussy, bringing back with them more creamy fluid until her pussy was dry and clean. Rolling over onto her knees she went to each of the men to suck dry their shriveling pricks that began to grow hard again at the sensation. 

A swoosh of breath escaped the first man,"atta girl." He rubbed her head closer to his hardening penis, only to shove her away roughly. "Get the fuck out of here you cock sucking little cunt!" 

Quickly the girl rebounded, gathering her things and scurried out of the room.



On Your Knees, Boys



EDITOR'S NOTE: story contains bisexual male content. 

Authors note: I've written a story involving wife sharing and bisexuality. If this turns you on, please read on. As always, I look forward to your comments, and hearing from anyone via PM if they'd like to chat more.

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Cassie stood at the sink washing the dinner dishes, feeling pretty loose from the drinks she'd had. Her husband Jack was laughing it up with his buddy Dave in the living room. Dave was a nice guy, and definitely easy on the eyes. But he had a habit of openly flirting with Cassie every chance he got. 

Jack didn't seem to mind, and often egged him on. Tonight was no different. Dave had been eyeing her all night, and she must admit it flattered her a bit. But he was relentless. Just then the guys came into the kitchen to get some more beers. 

Dave made a point to come over to the sink to wash his hands, his body pressing into Cassie from behind. His cock wedged between her ass cheeks as he reached around her to wash. She just stood there, slightly annoyed yet slightly turned on. Jack saw this and just laughed, telling Dave to be sure to wash well. His cock started to grow, which Cassie felt. She pushed back slightly, enjoying the feeling, when Dave reached up to squeeze her tits.

Suddenly Cassie pushed him off her and spun around, she'd had enough. She decided to take charge of the situation. 

"Alright you two, in the living room, right now." 

Her tone startled the guys, and as they looked at her, they slowly walked back into the living room. 

"On the couch." she barked at them and they both sat down. 

"Ok Dave, it's obvious what you want, and Jack, you don't seem to mind at all. In fact, last time Dave came over and flirted with me, you and I fucked like crazy after he left, so you must enjoy it too. Tell you what boys, if you do as I say, you both might get lucky tonight. But first things first. Strip." 

They looked at her, turned on but not sure if she was messing with them. 

"Now!" she commanded, and that snapped the guys out of their trance.

They stood up and began undressing as Cassie took a seat across from them. She made a point to hike her dress up a bit so they could get a glimpse of her panties, which were starting to get moist. Jack was the first to remove his underwear, and his nice, if not impressive cock, was already hard. Dave was next, and as his briefs slid down his legs, out popped his cock, thicker and longer than Jacks, and just as hard. 

"I see you guys are enjoying yourselves already. Wow Dave, you've got a nice cock, even bigger than Jack's. Of course I know that excites Jack, he's always fantasized about a big cock like yours fucking me. But then I know Jack very well, I know deep down he'd like to play with a big cock like yours himself." 

Jack just stared back, stunned that she sensed this about him. 

"Come on Jack, it's ok, I think it's hot. Not sure how Dave feels, but here's the deal. We can have some fun tonight, but only if you follow my rules. I want you boys to reach over and stroke each other's cocks." 

They didn't move, frozen in fear. 

"That was an order guys, or else I'll get up and walk away right now." 

Dave's hand went first, grabbing Jack's cock and pulling on it. No doubt he didn't want to blow his chance of fucking Cassie. Jack went next, grabbing Dave's big dick and pulling on it slowly. He had always wondered what it would be like to play with a guy, and as he stroked this dick, it was better than he had imagined. 

"Very nice, take your time boys. Here, let me give you some incentive." 

Cassie hiked her dress up and slowly pulled her panties off. Her pussy was in full view and she started fingering herself. This obviously turned Dave on, as he watched her the whole time. Jack had barely noticed, hypnotized by Dave's big cock. 

"Mmm, very nice. But Dave, when I fuck you, and I will fuck you, I want it to last. Jack, be a good boy and suck him off so he'll last longer with me."

They both startled at this, realizing another line was going to be crossed. But Jack kept stroking Dave's cock as he slid to the floor between Dave's knees.

Cassie stood up and walked over to the couch. As Jack got into position, Cassie reached up to the straps of her dress and pulled them off her shoulder, letting the dress fall to the floor. Dave gave a gasp as at the same time Jack began sucking his cock. 

Cassie reached a hand down and continued playing with her pussy as Jack kept sucking. Dave felt his orgasm growing, he was thrusting now into Jack's mouth. Cassie slipped a finger deep inside her, and then at the moment of truth, she slid her wet finger into Dave's mouth. 

That caused Dave to cum so hard, and Jack struggled to swallow it all as load after load was dumped into his mouth. Jack finally pulled off, but Cassie couldn't help but notice Dave's cock was still hard. Guess he liked that too she thought. 

"Wow Jack, you sucked him off like a pro, guess your secret is out." 

Cassie winked at him, and then realized his cock was harder than ever and needed release too. She had a wicked thought. 

"Mmm Dave, that was so nice of Jack to get you off, I think it's only fair if you help him out." 

Dave wasn't sure about going down on Jack, but as he kept staring at Cassie's incredible nude body, he started sliding to his knees. 

"I think you misunderstood me Dave. If you want to fuck me, you need to get fucked yourself first." 

Dave just sat there frozen. 

"Come on lover." Cassie said. "It's only fair. If you want to stick your big thick cock inside me, you need to take Jack's dick inside you first." 

As she said this she straddled Dave's lap, rubbing her pussy against his cock and leaning down to kiss him. She teased him like this for a minute before pulling off and standing up.

"On your knees Dave, bend over the couch!" she snapped. 

Dave did as he was told, and Jack didn't need any encouragement to move in behind him. 

"I knew you'd love this." Cassie said to Jack.

Jack began to finger Dave's hole, making Dave moan. Cassie left the room and came back with some lube. She squeezed some out and rubbed it all over Jack's dick. He moved forward and began to slowly push his cock into Dave's ass. 

Cassie couldn't believe how turned on she was herself as she saw his dick, with some effort, slide deep into Dave's ass. Dave groaned, trying to adjust to Jack's dick. Jack began fucking Dave, and they both moaned as they got into a rhythm. Dave was pushing back now, he was fucking Jack as much as he was being fucked. 

"Wow, seems like you guys like this, guess you'll have to do this more often. What do you say Dave, can Jack fuck you again sometime?" 

Dave groaned but Cassie wanted an answer. 

"I can't hear you!" she barked. 

"Yes, god yes, he can fuck me whenever he wants, as long as I get to fuck you." Dave said. 

"I think Jack would agree to that, right Jack?" Cassie asked.

"Fuck yeah, you can fuck her all you want as long as I get your tight ass!" 

Jack groaned and gave a final thrust as he shot his load deep in Dave's ass. He kept pumping for another minute, then pulled out and collapsed on the couch. David turned around, looking at Cassie. 

"Wow, ok big guy, you earned this pussy. I'm all yours." she said.

Dave was fully hard as Cassie straddled his lap again, this time sinking right onto his pole. He slid in easily, she was soaking wet at this point. She rode his big cock, leaning down to kiss him. Their tongues danced as their bodies moved together. 

"Come on Dave, fuck me hard." she said. 

He pushed her off, wild with lust, and pushed her to the floor on her back. He grabbed her legs and put them up on his shoulders as he pushed his thick tool deep inside her. 

"Is this what you want?" he asked. 

"Fuck yeah, keep going, give it to me hard." Cassie said, feeling her orgasm approaching.

Dave kept thrusting hard, lasting longer than they both would have thought. He pulled out and had her flip over to her hands and knees, driving his cock into her from behind like an animal now. They were both grunting and groaning as Dave gave one final thrust and growled out his orgasm. This caused Cassie to go over the edge, and as she felt his warm cum shoot inside her, her whole body shook with her own orgasm. 

They both collapsed, Dave's cock still inside her. He finally pulled out as they all laid there, catching their breath. They all looked at each other and smiled, everyone satisfied yet hungry for more.



On Your Knees Ch. 01



He paused from moving his food from one side of the plate to the other. "So, what do you do for a living?"

She smiled. It was one of the oldest questions in the dating game. "Books."

"Excuse me?" he asked, raising a puzzled eyebrow.

"I own a bookstore. What line of work are you in?"

"Well actually, I'm a high school P.E. teacher."

What a boring, underpaid job she thought. "Hmm, sounds interesting. Something I would have never guessed. I guess it's my turn to ask a question." She sipped her wine, pondering over the multiple options, "Is this your first blind date?"

"Honestly? Yeah it is," he lowered his head, "For a while, I had left the dating game all together. But that's a long story. What about you?"

She shrugged nonchalantly. "Eh, I never got much into dating myself. I've been more of a career woman. But I'd like to think I'm ready now."

Their waiter came along and set the check on the edge of the table, they both reached for it. He raised an eyebrow in confusion, why would she want to pay? Its a free meal, curtsey, tradition.

He smiled, "That's okay. I have it covered."

"But I insist that I pay for my half," she countered, "I've never let a date pay for me." It was sweet, but still annoying.

"Then I'll be your first. You can get the next one." His grin grew wider with eyes of a hungry predator. 

"You seem to think there'll be a next time." 

"If there isn't, then you can look back fondly on this and think of me; the one guy who was persistent in treating you well."

She restrained herself from rolling her eyes and forced a smile instead. "All right, you've convinced me. However, just this once."

"Of course, Nicole."

She looked up, scanning the restaurant. A waiter was sweeping the floor, a waitress putting up chairs. The hostess stared at the ceiling, absent-mindedly tapping an unlit cigarette against the podium. It appeared that they were the only customers left. 

"Want to go before they kick us out?"

"Oh, shit. Right. Ain't no better time than the present."

She gritted her teeth, "Ain't is not a word."

"But it's in the dictionary these days."

Breathe, she thought to herself. "It is not a proper word, merely slang. Therefore, it is not in my dictionary."

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A black Honda motorcycle was the only vehicle in the parking lot other than her blue Ford Escort, twinkling under the dim street lamps. The bike was presumably his, unless he walked. A faint scent of coffee grounds hit her nose, as well as a hint of rain. She tightened her jacket about her waist as she made her way to her car. She glanced back, "It was nice meeting you, Victor."

"Nicole, wait," he jogged over to her, "Do you want a ride? The night is still young!"

"Don't you think that it's a bit soon for you to be taking me around on the back of that death trap? This is only our first date. Besides," she glanced at her watch, "it's eleven. I have to get up early to open shop."

"Work? On a Saturday? You've got to be kidding!" He took a step back, placing a hand to his hip.

"Well, not all of us are P.E. teachers, Victor. Some of us do have to work after the school days are over and the weekend begins."

He twinged in discomfort, "But the bookstore? Who needs that?"

She stared at him derisively, one eyebrow raised, her hand on the door handle.

He reached up and took her hand into his, "What I mean to saw was, why on the weekends? You should be kicking back and having fun...with me."

She gently pulled her hand away. "We'll see about that."

He whipped out a pen, fished out a scrap of paper and jotted on it. "Here this is my number, give me a call anytime."

Nicole grabbed the pen, hesitated for a moment, then scribbled her number onto his hand. He smiled with a greater confidence than necessary and leaned in to kiss her. She pushed him back, the smell of garlic dripped from his every pore. "Sorry, no kissing on the first date. That's the rules."

He paused momentarily, but didn't argue. "All right, I guess that's fair," he smirked, "Maybe next time." 

She opened her door and climbed into the driver's seat, "Don't get your hopes up."

"Bye Nicole," he said, grabbing his helmet from a compartment."

"Goodbye, Victor."

She checked her rear-view mirror as she pulled away. Victor sat atop of his motorcycle--still holding that cheeky grin--waving. She waved back before driving off. He was playing right into her hands.

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This is my first erotica. Eep. So please post detailed feedback telling me what I need to work on. Also, the sex scene will pop up and slap you in the face, so don't leave just yet.



On Your Knees Ch. 02



I could feel her mound hovering over my lips, goosebumps appeared on her skin before me as my breath whispered onto her. Outside the rain began to hammer on the window behind me then out of nowhere a bright pinky-white flash lit up the whole room. The flash was followed by a loud crack of thunder. I jumped at the intrusion, causing my mouth to join her bare mound. I quickly pulled away, hoping she would have understood what had just happened. My body began to tremble, bought on with my phobia of thunderstorms and the anticipation of whether I will get punished for my mistake.

"So little one, you wish to kiss my pussy without permission!" Her fingers brushed down my cheek. My eyes rose up her body until they met hers. "You're shaking, are you afraid of your Mistress ... or the storm?" Her eyebrow raised as her lips curved up, smiling. 

Slowly shaking my head I managed to whisper, "No Mistress, I'm afraid of the storm, I'm sorry for my mist..." Her finger pressed against my lips, silencing me.

"Don't be afraid, it won't hurt you, you know that right?" I hesitated but nodded in agreement, her finger still on my lips.

The room again lit up with bright light, my eyes closed tightly, waiting for the loud clap to roar through the house. I shrieked aloud as the thunder ripped through, shaking the walls around us. Tears welled in my eyes and I began to sob, "Mistress...I...can't do... this...not... with the... storm..."

I felt her fingers in my hair, coming from behind me. I opened my eyes and found she was no longer in front. "Close your eyes little one, and listen to me." My head nodded as I closed my eyes. Her fingers were working themselves into my hair, massaging the sides of my head. We were now in untouched territory. Never had I told her that I couldn't continue, and never has she been as calming with me as what she is now. 

The lightning flashed and the thunder rumbled as her words tried to comfort me. "You must not be afraid, you have been through more pain before than what you are feeling now. These actions you are feeling are the same as when you gave yourself to me. That first night I took control of you, you trembled like this. Your skin was crawling with sweat, your breathing was heavy, and your mind was in turmoil. You will overcome it little one." I was just beginning to relax, taking in her soft words, thinking that she understood my plight when her whispers turned into a chuckle. "You have no choice...do you?"

My heart began thumping hard as her last sentence bore into me. Her fingers gripped my hair tightly and pulled my head back. "Answer me, NOW!!"

"No Mistress, I don't have a choice." As I said that she released her grip on my hair, and my eyes looked down. My head followed. I was in the position I love, on my knees, my head down, my eyes closed.

Another bright flash, and then the roar; encasing the whole house. The wind howled through the beams outside. I heard the chains rattling that were attached to them. Our house, or rather her house, was detached, and miles from any other habitable property. A long driveway led to the house, setting us 300 yards or so from the main road. A medium sized garden at the front. Decorated with pots of flowers and topiary bushes. In the centre of the green lawn stood a large fountain. It was a statue of a young naked woman, on her knees; her hands cuffed behind her back. A large overflowing keg stood over her, cascading water over her submission.

The garden out the back was twice the size of the one at the front. A 12feet high wall with running barbed wire along the top adding to her privacy from the odd rambler or two that walked through the woods behind. In the summer months when the heat inside the house got too heavy, her fun would be moved from inside to outside. The beams, chairs and tables were all specially made, allowing her to adjust them according to size, weight and height. 

I felt her close to my ear, "Mmm what's the betting my boot gets wet if I rub my foot along your pussy." Her breath so soft. Her scent so strong. Perfume, arousal and fear intoxicated my senses. 

She waited a few seconds, knowing that the wait fuels my desire for her. "Ohh God Mistress..." I moaned as I felt her cool boot run from my arse to my clit. The tip of her boot pressing onto my engorged throbbing spot.

"See little one, your fear of the storm turns into desire. Just by your moans I know my boot is wet." I hear her heels on the wooden floor, and I sense she is in front of me. "Clean my boot!" I open my eyes and lower myself down. Her boot is shiny with my juices and on the point sits a glob of milky wetness. As my tongue glides along it, the room fills with a flash. I pull away and whimper. "Calm down little one, carry on through it, like you do so well with the pain you take." When I heard those words my tongue reached for her boot once more. I somehow blocked out the majority of the rumble and cleaned her boot thoroughly. She stepped back, "Look at me!" I did as she asked, then followed her eyes down to my level. Her face was close to me. Her lips brushed against mine and I took an intake of breath as her lips pressed onto my cut lip from earlier on. Her taste was sweet, so exquisite, like nothing I had ever tasted before. I opened my mouth wider, wanting to invite her in. A soft moan escaped her then she pulled away. 

"Stand up!!" I immediately responded. "Now follow me!"

She pulled on my chain and walked us to the patio doors. We stood there looking at the threatening sky. I could hear the rain falling, and the distant rumbles of thunder and flashes. She stood beside me, her hand in my hand. "Beautiful isn't it?" she softly said. I couldn't answer her question, my body rigid, like I was frozen to the spot. A few seconds later she slid the door across, opening the house up to the wild elements outside. She reached over me and flicked the switch beside me. The spotlights on the surrounding wall outside all sprung to life, and covered the expanse lawn with light. She turned the knob and the lights dimmed and focused onto a patch of grass in the centre of the lawn.

I swallowed hard. I knew that bright patch of grass was for me. I was scared, I was nervous. 'Oh god how could she do this to me?' I repeated in my mind. "On all fours little one and spread those legs," she commanded. My palms rested flat on the moist floor, spots of rain drifted in getting carried along by the gusts of wind. "Mmm you do look so sexy like that, I don't think you realise how sexy you really are when fear is burrowing its way through you!" I felt her fingers on my pussy, then something being inserted into me. I groaned as my pussy was being stretched by the object. "Don't get too carried away little one, I haven't finished yet, and we don't want you cumming without permission, do we?" She emphasized the last two words sarcastically. Although I couldn't see I was sure she was smiling that devilish smile I have come to love. "Mmmm good girl, now stand!" She held out a pair of black thongs and told me to step inside them. She worked them up my legs and positioned them correctly. "There, that will stop your vibe falling out!" she chuckled. 

The storm, although wasn't as bad as it was, was still the main focus of my attention. The lightning still flashed and the thunder still rumbled, but the intensity had faded a little. **(Not that that makes this situation any easier, any person with brontophobia will understand that.)

She stood in front of me, and bought her lips to my nipples, gently sucking them until she was satisfied with their hardness. "Close your eyes" I did as she requested. My knees buckled slightly and I moaned aloud as a clamp was fitted to one nipple and then the other. "You can take this for me, I know you can little one, breathe, breathe... good girl!" She paused for a few seconds. "Now open your eyes, follow me..." She walked forward still holding my chain. "Come on!"

I reluctantly moved forward and as my foot stepped over the threshold the sky lit up with fury. I stopped and shook my head, "No Mistress...please" I begged. The thunder started to roar and she pulled my chain... hard.

"I've been more than patient with you little one..." With those words tears formed again in my eyes and I looked downwards to the floor. As my eyes lowered I noticed her holding 2 devices, but I wasn't sure what they were. "Right, now I want you to walk to the centre of the lawn and turn around so that you're facing me. And on my command you kneel!"

"Y...Y...Yes...Mis...tress..." I was openly sobbing now as I slowly walked off the decking towards the light in the centre of the garden. The rain falling on me, sending shivers to my core. Another flash and I stopped, cowering as the thunder bellowed around me.

"CARRY ON...YOU WILL DO IT FOR ME"

With her words I fought on and reached the circle of light. I turned around and faced my Mistress. My hair had now stuck to my skin and my nipples were stinging. The coldness of the rain only adding to the pain caused by the clamps.

"ON YOUR KNEES"

I dropped at once to her command. "LOOK UP, OPEN YOUR EYES"

I looked up and saw the swirling mass of clouds above. Out of nowhere, a strike of lightning speared down, breaking into two as it came crashing to earth. "AAAGHHHHHHH... NNOOO MISTRESS" I screamed. As the thunder cracked over me a tingling stirred in my pussy. My nipples began to throb, pulsing me with a wave of pain every few seconds. I looked directly at her, shaking my head, "HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME?" I cried. With that she grinned at me and pointed both of the devices at me. The vibe throbbed hard inside. My pussy was on fire, my clit feeling the vibrations. My nipples throbbed continuously. 

Another flash and another crack bellowed from the heavens. I screamed again, begging for her to stop. I could feel my hips starting to rock. The thunder roared again, and she turned the vibrator on high. "OOOHHH GODDDDD... PLEEASSSEE MISTRESS..."

"WHAT DO YOU WANT LITTLE ONE" Sensing I was in need of release.

"PLLEASE... MISTRESS I ... I NEED TO... CUM" I strained the words out as flashes and claps of thunder surrounded me.

I could see her looking up to the sky, as if she was waiting for the perfect strike and rumble. It was as if she knew when the next one would hit. As the words, "CUM FOR ME...NOW," escaped her lips, a bright pink flash lit up the sky, followed quickly by a huge crack of thunder. She turned the remote controls in her hand up to full.

As soon as I felt the intensity heighten, my hips bucked and tensed. "OOHH GODDDD...AAGHHHHH...YESSS...YESSS." My arms reached up, fighting with the storm, inviting the elements to shroud me again as I continued to cum. My body shaking uncontrollably as the fire swept through me. Only when I fell to the sodden ground did the flames inside start to flicker away, taking all my strength with it. My breaths heavy, the throbbing in my nipples slowly easing. My pussy was now void of vibration, but still accommodating the large vibe. Only when my orgasm fully subsided did I notice that the sky was calm. No rain, no wind, no flashes of bright light and no rolling thunder around me.

My eyes opened and standing above me was Mistress. She held out her hand and I trembled as I took it. She helped me to my feet and guided me inside. For a few moments she left me standing there alone, dripping on the cold wooden floor. Then from behind she covered me in the warm fleecy throw that she had prepared for me in front of the fire. Her voice was soft, "come and sit here in front of the fire." I sat on the floor and leant against the sofa. She leant forward as she handed me a drink, and kissed me softly on my forehead. "Help me out of these clothes little one. Start with my boots!"

She sat down opposite me and lifted one leg up so I could take it off her, then did the same to her other leg. I mustered enough strength to get both her boots off and stood them neatly by the side of the sofa. When I removed them she stood and straddled my legs. I leant up a little and slowly unclipped her stockings from her suspenders. Running my fingers down her legs, rolling the soft material over her knees and then her toes. When both stockings were off, she knelt down and straddled me, instructing me to unfasten her suspenders and untie her corset. She moaned as my fingers ran over her skin.

My nails flicked over her nipples, and my head leant forward. My mouth was close to her heaving breasts, "Mistress, may I?" I whispered. She nodded her head; a silent command. My lips surrounded her nipple. My teeth scraped over them, causing her to gasp. Moans escaped her as my tongue teased her breasts. I looked up her perfect body and saw her eyes were shut. A look of sheer pleasure was on her face. She was biting on her bottom lip and moaning softly. I held her breasts in my hands as I worked my mouth over them. Her fingers twisting themselves round my damp matted hair, holding me close to her. I could feel her heart beating as I licked over the heavy mound of soft flesh.

As I looked up at her, the dominant side seemed to have faded. She was totally lost in my ministrations on her breasts. My soft touches around her back, my fingers stroking up and down her spine. My hands moved lower and caressed her buttocks, so soft yet so firm under my touch. She moaned louder, as my finger trailed down the crevice in between. My index finger softly massaged her tight hole. Her hips started to gyrate and soft moans oozed from her mouth.

Again I looked up at her beauty, "Mistress, may I touch your pussy?" She smiled and nodded. My fingers traced around the front, passing her slightly curved hips. My hand slipped between her thighs and I was rewarded with her juices coating my hand. I rubbed her slowly at first and her hips started to buck. Her clit was hard and exposed. She pulled me to her breasts again, and pushed herself into me as my finger rubbed on her swollen clit. She was moaning louder, her whole body was jerking to and fro. I had taken the lead and now I was going to command something from her. I opened my mouth and hesitated. "Cum for me Mistress..." I slowed my actions down, preparing myself to be sternly bought back to my submission, but nothing escaped her lips apart from the pleasant moans and groans.

I looked up at her and my finger moved faster, now not worried about my actions as her hips bucked harder, "Ohh you little bitch, I'm cumminnnng... oohhhhhh...mmmm... ohhh godddd..." My hand slowed as her hips now gently rocked against me. I lowered my head, thoughts rushed through me as I tried to pull myself together. Never has she let me seduce her like that. I was about to apologise for my boldness when her voice broke first. "Oh my little one, you please me greatly." I didn't know what to do or say. I just looked up into her eyes and smiled. She leant down and kissed me hard on the lips, her tongue entering my mouth, dancing with mine.

Just as I was getting comfortable with her soft side she pulled away from my mouth and whispered in my ear, "I still haven't forgot about your punishment little one." I swallowed hard as her fingernail scratched down my cheek. "And what do you say for tonight, I think you got off rather lightly considering!!" My head fell forward as I slipped into submission.

"Thank you Mistress." 



On Your Knees Ch. 02



"Hey, Vic, did you see that guy? He came in here trying to join our frat, wearing these faggy little boots. Ya, know like in that British band? What a sissy!" Ernie spouted, slapping his knee.

"You mean the Beatles?" Victor replied, leaning on the wall.

"Well, uh, yeah," Ernie scratched his head.

"The band you love?" he crossed his arms.

"Yeah..." Ernie shifted his weight uncomfortably.

"All because you didn't like his shoes? I thought only chicks noticed that stuff."

"Are you callin' me a queer? Cuz I'm not," Ernie huffed, storming out the door.

"Okay, whatever...I'm gonna grab myself a drink." He muttered to himself as he jumped the last few stairs and walted into the kitchen.

* * *

Across the gym was a group of three boys surrounding a smaller one. Victor didn't recognize the last kid. The others, however were regular trouble makers; Stanley--the muscle, Bruce--the brains and Leo their little leader. 

Bruce was getting red in the face yelling at the poor kid. Leo was leaning up against a wall smirking. Stanley backed up for some room and charged at the kid, throwing him back into the wall. 

In four strides Victor was there, yanking Stanley off the kid, holding him up by the scruff of his collar. "You two," he said pointing at Leo and Bruce, "get over to the principal's office. Right now. I'll follow up with you shortly. And take him with you." He shoved Stanley their way.

The new kid was crouched in the corner, the hood of his grey sweater pulled over his face. Victor took a deep breath and walked over to him. The kid had a bloody nose from the attack. "What's your name, kid?"

"Oliver Skye," he answered quietly with a thick Scottish accent.

"And what happened here, Oliver?"

"I don't believe those boys liked me because of my accent."

"Maybe. Some people can't accept differences," he pulled the kid up. "Maybe you should toughen up; not take their shit."

Victor sent one of his favorite students, Jennifer, with Oliver to the nurse's office. He himself went to Winslow, the principal's office. Winslow was a pain in his ass, always treating Victor like the lesser man.

The office was completely empty, expect for himself and Winslow. "Adams, why did you send my son in here?"

"He and his little gang were harassing one of my students--"

"Can't do your job?" Winslow sneered, "Maybe if you had been rather than daydreaming, you could have prevented it."

"Look he gave the kid a bloody nose. Maybe if you did a better job of parenting your son wouldn't be such a dick," Victor spat, "Just cuz he's your kid doesn't mean he should get special treatment."

"Enough!" He retorted, "Just because you were the head honcho when we were in college, doesn't mean you are here. I'll change the kid's schedule so he'll have your class at a different time. He's new, it won't be a problem. What's his name?"

"Oliver Skye." Victor mumbled.

"Ah, yes our little Scottish exchange student," He walked out from behind his desk. "Shame this happens on his first day."

"Indeed," Victor sighed.

"I'll be giving Stanley a two week suspension, the others a week of detention," Winslow muttered, "You however, will be suspended without pay for a week."

"For what?" Victor squawked.

"Professional misconduct." Winslow smirked, "Finish the day out and go home."

***

Victor had three more class periods after his meeting with Winslow. The rest of his school day, he felt like he was stuck in the mud. On the way home, he picked up two six-packs of his favorite beer, it was cheap but went down real smooth.

He was still a few blocks off from his house, when it dawned on him that he didn't have to be miserable the whole week that he had off just mopping around. There was Nicole, the woman from his blind date. She seemed nice even though he had been stupid, she'd given him her number. He bet she was really sweet. Victor had always been told that a guy should wait three days before calling a girl for another date. One day early shouldn't hurt.

He gazed down at the cell phone, in the corner it was flashing red showing low-battery power. He grimaced, hoping he still had enough juice to make the call. He glanced at the number he had rewritten onto the back of a business card, then back to the screen making sure he dialed the number right.

The screen faded black, "Fuck!" he chucked his cell into the passenger seat.

He slowed his car down as he saw a beat-up mini-mart/ There was a good chance that they had at least a pay phone. Quickly, he looked around for any oncoming traffic. Seeing that there was none, he swung into the parking lot, seeing two pay phones. Victor eagerly leapt out of the car, almost forgetting to place the emergency brake let alone lock it.

As he jogged over to the pay phone, he felt around in his pockets for change and was short of a dollar. He slumped back to the car to scrounge around for more change. He looked on the floor and under its mats and found a quarter and nickel. Then he proceeded to wiggle between the driver and passenger seats into the back feeling in between their crevices. His hand latched onto what felt quarter sized but just turned out to be a rather large button. A faint shining on the back floor proved to be his final quarter.

Giddily, he grabbed it and ran over to the pay phones. The first one's cord drooped to the ground with the phone cut away. His heart sank a little, but then he noticed the other phone was in working condition. It, however was a little preoccupied at the moment with a pretty little lady. He glimpsed back over towards his car, wondering if it would just be better to go home and charge his phone when he realized that his car door was wide open. Victor could just leave it open and watch it, but he really didn't want to risk having something stolen when his back was turned. So once again, he rushed over to slam the door shut and lock it. 

He staggered back to the phones, feeling like luck was betraying him. He caught a glimpse of the first lady walking away but another stepped up behind her appearing to make a claim to the booth. He silently cursed her as he prepared to fall in line for now he has seen in the window of the market, 'No Public Phone Calls.' By great chance, she realized that something more important awaited her in the market and she pressed on.

Victor wiped his sweaty hands on his pants and plucked the number from his pocket. His fingers shake and twitch as he dials her number, hopefully punching in the right number. He'd have to wait for the voice on the other end to say hello.

It began to ring, his heart caught up in his throat.

***

The lights were out, the store empty and she was at the door locking things up tight for the night. Nicole was becoming impatient with Victor, he should have called by now. 

Her cell phone sang out that she had an incoming call. "Hello?" she didn't recognize the number, one of those eight-hundred ones.

"Is this Nicole?" A voice rasped, send a chill down her spine.

"Yes, yes it is. Who may I ask is calling?" she inquired.

"It's Victor, sorry trying to catch my breath." He wheezed, "My cell phone died, I'm calling from a pay phone."

"Oh Vicky!" she perked up, "It's good hearing from you."

"Nicci, look I--"

"It's Nic," she spat.

"Well I thought that if I'm Vicky, that you're.." he stammered.

"I know, but I prefer when I am referred to as Nic."

"Well anyways Nic," he paused, "I was wondering if it wasn't too early to ask you out on a second date."

She yanked on her hair and twirled it on her finger, "Let me think on that."

His heart plummeted down to the pit of his stomach. Victor must have seemed to desperate. He moved to fast. It was a shame because he really liked her, even if it had only been one date.

"So when do you wish to see me?"

"How about Wednesday, say six?" he was beginning to feel a little hopeful again. 

"Great. You can pick me up from the store, I'll be closing up around then."



On Your Knees Ch. 03



Nicole collapsed onto her suede loveseat, taking Victor's call. "Hello Vicky."

"Nic, I was about to head to your place and I was wondering if you needed me to pick up anything?"

She tousled her hair and smudged her makeup. "About that--"

"I'm pretty excited. I mean its our fifth date and I just feel like things are going so well! I wondered if things were going too fast with you inviting me over, but sometimes you just need to leap," he paused, it dawned on him that she was trying to tell him something, "I'm sorry, I interrupted you. What were you about to say?"

"Oh Vicky, I have to cancel tonight's date..."

"Why? Did I do something wrong?" He whined, "I'm sure I can fix it."

"No, no. It's not you baby doll. I just have come down with something and am not feeling well right now." She slid further down into the couch.

"It's a shame that you're not feeling well, but how about this? I come over with a nice movie and make dinner for you?" He was out of practice with actual cooking, but he really enjoyed her company.

"That's so sweet, I'll leave the door unlocked for you."

"I'll be there, in oh let's say fifteen minutes?"

She grinned like a cheshire cat, "Perfect. I'll be waiting."

***

Victor arrived at Nicole's address a little bit later than promised, he carried in some groceries he grabbed from a store near his place. Seeing her wrapped up in a blanket on the couch --still in her pajamas-- he set the bags on the ground and rushed to her for comfort. Next to her on an oak coffee table was a box of Kleenex, the wastebasket under it was littered with crumpled tissues. Her dainty, freckle ridden nose was puffy and nearly as red as her now disheveled hair. Mascara was smudged and running against her now smoggy green eyes that would always shine. 

"I'm so sorry," her voice cracked, "I look disgusting and this place is a wreck."

"Nonsense, you're just a little sick. You're still very beautiful. A real heartthrob. Let me just brush you're hair and you'll feel better."

"Oh," she wrinkled up her nose, "all right I guess. The bathroom's on your left down the hall."

***

The bathroom was very organized, as if someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder had been set loose on the premises. The theme in here was the ocean with sea foam walls and shells tucked in every corner. As he dug through the drawers, he noticed that the items seemed very minimal for a woman. Curious, but not something he thought he should ponder on.

As he realized a good amount of time had passed since leaving Nic's side, he hoped she didn't think he was snooping around. He didn't want to look like a creep. He plucked the brush from the drawer and scooted on out of there. But, not before he noticed a slinky little outfit hanging from the door. 

***

"Just what is this?" Victor ripped the outfit off of the door and brought it with him as he crossed back into the living room, abandoning the brush.

"Going through my stuff are you?" she asked coyly. 

"Nooo, well yes. But, I mean comon. Women don't just leave outfits out like this by accident."

She leaned forward with a smirk, "Well, I was going to wear it for you, but as you can see here I am sick." She waved her arms for emphasis, "However, would you like to wear it?"

"Me?" He acted appalled by the very thought, "Why would I wear such a silly thing?" He took a step back, "I'm not a girl."

"Maybe but it'd be fun, wouldn't it? I bet you'd look very pretty," she gushed.

Victor thought he felt his heart skip a beat. Him pretty? Nah, she was just pulling his leg. He carefully studied her face. Maybe she wasn't joking. She sat there smiling and nodding at the idea of him playing dress up. "All right, you win. I suppose I could...just for fun."

***

He was more shy than modest, so Victor went back to the bathroom and stripped down to his cotton white briefs. He glanced in the mirror, blushing at the thought of dressing in women's clothes. Victor snagged the outfit, feeling silly at the thought of how he'd look in it. But it was soft, so very soft. It was so unlike a large portion of male clothing that was harsh against his skin.

He stumbled out of the bathroom, like a child taking its first steps, feeling like these high heels would be the death of him--he grasped the wall for support. She sat there watching his every move with patience giving him an encouraging smile. 

The outfit clung tightly to his figure, ending about mid-thigh. The ruffled, white apron drooped from a poorly tied bow to the blackness of the dress. Underneath the skirt of it, was a petticoat, giving him a look of fuller hips. The neckline dropped to reveal a hairless, muscled chest. The black pumps brought up his tall, lean figure by about five inches to a 6'8". His sandy blonde hair was slightly disheveled, while his deep blue eyes showed fear and panic. 

"Turn around for me please," she demanded and fixed his bow.

He bit his lip as he slowly pressed one foot behind the other and spun. The ruffles which poofed out from under the bell-like skirt hid his well-toned ass, but drew attention to his long, muscular legs.

While she was examining him, he asked, "So why a maid uniform? I mean I just signed up for cooking right? No cleaning?"

"I prefer this over the cheesy chef outfits," she paused, "You look stunning Vicky, but where are the tights?" Her delightful tone change to annoyance.

"I'm not sure how to put on tights, I have big clumsy hands." He felt flustered, she expected him to be an expert on women's clothes. But, she didn't gawk or laugh at him being dressed in these clothes. She instead called him stunning and found him attractive.

"Well then darling, you simply must learn. Be a doll and fetch them for me."

***

He let himself plop onto the couch, thankful for a rest from walking around in the heels and passed off the tights to her. He had caught a glance in the mirror, feeling quite pleased with himself. While he was just a man, he did look quite attractive in it, if only he had a nice pair of breasts. Then, he'd be able to pass as a women, he could cover his small Adam's apple under a scarf or something.

"Here, they go like this," she had the tights rolled down to a nub like they were socks. After placing his foot in, she pulled it up for him, mid-thigh. "Now its your turn."

It felt so silky smooth against his skin. He pulled up the other legging. His heart fluttered a little at the thought of wearing them on a daily basis. 

"Now, you want to be careful. You could easily tear the fabric with your nails and there goes a perfectly good pair of tights."

He looked down at his nails which were trimmed fairly short, as were hers. Nicole must have meant that women in general should be careful and was just relaying the information to him from habit. 

"I'm quite famished, when can I be expecting dinner?" She grinned.

"I'll be getting into the kitchen right away, ma'am." He winked.

"Mistress," she growled.

A shiver ran down his spine, "Yes, Mistress Nic." 

She smirked, eyes glistening with pleasure. He teetered back towards the bathroom.

"Keep it on."

He paused blushing furiously and bit his lip. "But---"

"For me?" she pouted with pleading eyes.

"Yes, Mistress." he whispered.

He marched into the kitchen, grabbing the abandoned groceries while the skirt swung to and fro.



On Your Knees Ch. 04



**Note to readers, this chapter is dedicated to Tarielen who has helped put this chapter into play. Thank you darling.**

*Two months pass*

She slipped his thick, hard cock between her lips and began to suck it greedily. He grunted with pleasure. Sure she was no professional, but she definitely wasn't an amateur. Also, she received bonus points for being the first down at his aching point in the past five years besides his own damn hand. 

Victor glanced down at his new found lover, she lifted her head slightly giving him a wink and smirk. She pressed her right hand down on his chest, silently ordering him to lie back and enjoy the show. Nicole stroked his balls and slowly moved down to his taint.

He leaned back with a sigh as she continued to suck off his member. While he was distracted, she doused her left hand with lubrication. His breathing reassured her that he was quite relaxed. Nic slipped her finger into his tight little ass. 

"Fuck! What do you think you're doing?" He squealed trying to throw her off.

She however, had a handful of pubes with her right hand, as soon as he tried to squirm away, he got a nice little tug. Fearing that she would tear out all of his pubes, he stopped pulling away, but whimpered in shame and anxiety. Despite it, Nic continued to finger his puckered ass. 

Victor's toes curled, his head thrown back as he moaned. Nic slid her middle finger in and began to make scissoring motions with the two fingers. His body tensed up as he released into ecstasy, Nic with her mouth still wrapped around his shaft swallowed every last drop of his cum. 

Nic then proceeded to climb on top of Victor and drew his cum-slickened cock into her hot, wet pussy. She then rode him until she reached her own climax, soon after she coaxed his throbbing dick with her tits as she got him to splatter her chest with his seed.

***

"Did you enjoy that, Vicky?"

His face turned a beet red as he pondered the question, "Yes." He whispered.

"Slut," she teased.

"I'm not a slut," he pouted.

"Yes you are. You're my slut. A dirty, little slut."

He ignored her remarks as he noticed that he wasn't going to change her mind, "This doesn't make me gay, does it?"

"Pleasure has nothing to do with gender, dollface."

He curled up with his head in her lap, having very strong, confusing feelings. She played with his hair and gave him tiny kisses.

"You liked what I can offer you. You didn't run away I can give you more, you'll just have to trust me Vicky.

"I...I trust you, Nic. I'm just a bit scared, I've never had a relationship quite like this one," he sighed. 

***

It had been a few weeks since Nicole had left Victor in his apartment distraught and confused. He feared that someone would find out what Nicole had done to him and because he had liked it, it would make him a sissy, gay. 

While he hadn't called Nicole, he thought about her almost every minute of the day. He liked her dominant behavior, it was new and exciting to him. His previous sexual relationships always were in the same bland, boring way. He always remained hungry for more, never once fully satisfied as they tended to push him off halfway through. To which he would respond by leaving into the restroom grabbing his dick in shame and jerking it until he came. 

He wanted to submit entirely to Nicole. He wanted to be tied up and have to beg for more. He wanted so much, yet nothing at all for fear of being ridiculed. That was why he had yet to call her.

***

Nicole nervously yanked on her hair, "I don't know Lola. I thought he'd be into it, well I mean he said he liked it. But I haven't heard from him in weeks!"

They sat at a table, which was so petite that Lola had to sit sideways to stretch out her long legs. The coffee shop was family owned, small but dashing. With cream colored walls and 50's theme style, it really stuck to their mind. Lola and Nicole loved their tasty cups of joe and how you could talk about anything in the corner with no one piping up and getting in your business. 

Lola looked up from her mug of freshly brewed coffee, "I wouldn't worry about it Nic. You never know, he could always come crawling back. Sometimes, it takes time for people to get used to our kind of lifestyle. If he doesn't come back, you can always find someone else. Women, especially at college age are more willing to submit than dominate and experience new things."

"I'm not going to be a plaything for some little girl's fantasy 'experiment' lifestyle." Nic grumbled.

"Ouch," Lola whispered as she sipped her coffee.

"I'm sorry L, I didn't mean to be hurtful. It's just I really liked this one...it felt right you know?"

Lola laughed, "We fall for them quite fast don't we?"

"Yeah I guess we do." 

Lola kept the conversation going for a while, but wasn't really paying attention. She was talking about her new fling. Nic and Lola had been an item once, years ago. Lola had been her dommie then, while Nic did enjoy her tongue, she decided that two doms don't work. They had remained friends ever since Nic broke it off and consulted each other about their new toys.

"Lola, I hate to leave you hanging," Nicole interrupted, "but there's just something I have to do."

Lola smiled knowingly, "Sure my sweet," Lola gave Nic an embracing kiss on both cheeks and waved goodbye.



On Your Knees Ch. 05



He grabbed his shaft as he sat in his office, shame burned in his cheeks. This was his place of work, but the thoughts of Nicole were so powerful, so overwhelming--he couldn't help himself. During his lunch period, he had locked himself in there instead of taking the usual route into the school's cafeteria. 

Nicole penetrated his thoughts. In his little fantasies that started to spread like wildfire, she had him tied and hanging from the ceiling as he begged her to repeatedly shove a vibrator into him. Victor sat at his desk, his pants pulled around his ankles, he grasped his shaft with these thoughts burning into his mind. 

There was an unexpected pounding at the door that leaving him bewildered, "Just a minute," he squeaked.

It all paused for a minute or two as he pulled his pants up and willed his erection down, but then the pounding continued. "Hold on!"

He unlocked the door, which burst open the second he did. On the other side was Nicole. Her hair was windswept into a spiral, her eyes piercing into him with frustration. 

"So is this how it's going to end, Vicky" she hissed.

"No, Mistress," he hummed and took her hand.

Nicole's hand flew towards his face, causing him to flinch. But instead of slap, she grabbed his hair at the base of his neck, pulling him into her. 

Her breath rasped against his ear with a hot tickle as she whispered, "You should be punished for making me wait."

He gulped but was silent, waiting to see if she said more. "I'll see you later tonight at my place. All right?"

"Of course, Mistress."

"That's a good slut," she hissed and lightly stroked his noticeable, reinstated erection. *** The lights flashed on throughout the apartment once the lock clicked as Victor attempted to sneak into Nic's place half an hour late. The blazing, florescent lights made him feel like he was in an interrogation room.

"Where were you, whore?" She barked.

"Mistress, I..I was looking at dresses and lost track of time." He sighed, seeing no point in lying to her, it'd be squeezed out of him sooner or later followed by punishment.

"Oh a sissy, are we?" Nic sneered, "Well luckily for you, I have some new outfits for you. However, due to your lack of timeliness, I'm afraid some punishment is in order."

In her left hand, she held a crop, its leather head gave a pleasant little smack that echoed as she ran it across her other hand, "Drop the pants, sissy boy."

"Um, couldn't we just talk about this?" He tried backing away.

However, Nic was quick on her feet and backed him into a corner, tugging off his pants. The crop came crashing down into his flesh, letting out a delightful snap across his ass. He yelped at the pain, knees locking, sending him into a bow. Almost instantly a red welt formed where the crop had lay. 

"All right, its time for your lessons. We'll start with your poise and posture. Come on, start walking for me."

He walked across the living room, shoulders slouched; head down. He stomped as he crossed the room, the floor vibrating under him.

"Stop. Damnit, stop!" she screeched.

"What is it, Mistress," he paused with a pout.

"Ugh! Your walk is horrific to watch, you slump and stomp. You should be more graceful, like a swan," she handed him a book which he started to open, "No, no, no. I want you to balance it on your head and then cross the room again. Try to let it not slip off."

He walked over again, struggling to have it not fall. While he didn't stomp as much, he still slouched. Victor made it a quarter across the room when the book clashed to the floor. She had him walk twice more, but he was still unsuccessful.

"Gee, Vicky, we don't even have you in heels yet."

"I'm sorry, Mistress." He whined.

"Not to worry, hopefully you'll be more skillful at what else is up my sleeve. Okay, now we'll go back into my room and I want you to select an outfit from my wardrobe and some accessories, along with make-up. We'll see how you do there."

"I'm going to dress up again? I thought that was a one time deal." He frowned.

"But you liked it, didn't you?" She threw something on the ground.

They were pictures of him in the maid outfit from before. He was blushing, but smiling. One in the bathroom of him groping at his imaginary rack. Another of when he was in the kitchen, flipping up the skirt, the camera catching a glimpse of his briefs.

"The pictures don't lie sweetness. You liked it and you certainly didn't want me to stop with the ass play once you found out you liked it too." 

"I..I," he stammered, "Whatever you wish of me Mistress."

"That's a good sissy. Now go follow orders and come back out here when you're done."

*** Vicky emerged from the bedroom, looking frazzled and silly. He selected her white go-go boots from a party, with a see-through blouse and black bra, and a red mini skirt. He wore dark eyes and was heavy on rouge. Then when it came to his accessories, it was as if he had gone looting.

"You look ridiculous! You look like a demonic clown whore from the seventies," she shrieked, "It's better when you stick to about three accessories, minus a purse. You should be wearing an undershirt with that, not just a bra. This mini skirt doesn't flatter your ass and those shoes look clunky on you."

"I don't know anything about this stupid crap! I just do it to make you happy! Maybe if you actually would take time to teach me this, then I wouldn't look so hideous. I just want to be beautiful damnit!" He screamed.

Nicole was taken aback, she never recalled having an argument with any of her men. Lola and her were the only two to really have it out with each other and that was mainly to get to be on top. But, Victor still wanted this, he wanted to be beautiful. He wanted her advice. She just needed a way to desensitize his male instincts.

"I'm sorry, Vicky. I'm just used to being with guys that are already feminine on their own in secret. I didn't realize that I'd be teaching much," she sighed as she pulled him into the bedroom.

"Well realize now that that isn't me. I've only dressed up as a chick on drunken Halloween nights." He groaned.

She gripped his face as she wiped away the make-up. "There's your pretty, little face again." She whispered kissing each cheek.

"Was it really that bad?" 

"Oh god, yes," seeing the hurt in his eyes, "Sorry but it's true."

Vicky nudged out of the blouse, but Nic stopped him from taking off more. Her hand rested under the skirt on his thigh. She lowered her lips to his, pressing firmly against them. His mouth gaped awaiting more, she breathed in his being with each kiss.

Nic yanked away his panties and groped his sturdy shaft, caressing its length. She took it between her lips and slurped his cock selfishly, stopping before he could cum-- he whined at this.

She on the other hand, remained silent and proceeded to paw at his clothes, urging him to remove them. Excitedly, he ripped them away hoping for more sexual acts pressed upon him. As he undressed, she took out a gag, blindfold and rope from a dresser. Once he saw these, he began to whimper not sure if he'd like to be bound and gagged. Nic shoved the ball in between his lips and clasped the lock. He understood any refusal would result in discipline.

Accordingly she hid his eyes with the blindfold. She ordered him onto feet and led him into her walk-in closet. She then pushed him to the floor. The rope cinched between her hands, its silkiness brushed against him. Then she proceeded to hogtie him. While his ass was high in the air, she rammed a lubricated butt-plug, that had been on the closet's shelf, into his awaiting ass. His gasp was muffled by the gag. Then she flicked on the vibration setting to medium-high.

Nic leaned down and whispered into his ear, "Don't worry, you'll love this."

The last he heard from her was her footsteps pattering away and the click of a closed door.

***

Victor strained to hear Nicole coming back to release him, still he heard nothing. The plug drilled at his ass, a constant reminder of his state of submission. Its pleasure kept expanding in his chest until he wanted to scream for more. 

His throat was dry as a desert and his jaw ached from being locked in place. He didn't have a clue to his location and just it wasn't someplace humiliating like in front of an open window. Hopefully, she didn't forget the hidden, naked man.

His time grew painfully long. The hour unknown to him. His body was drained, aching for sleep. He kept drifting off, but then woke again due to the position and plug.



On Your Knees Ch. 06



"Victor, you should have listened to me. You should always listen to your mother," her voice cracked on the last word.

He whimpered, "I'm sorry mommy! It won't happen again, I swear!"

"Victor, Victor, Victor," she croaked, dragging him down the hallway, "You know its not good to lie to your mommy. I'm very disappointed in you."

She shoved him into the narrow, warped closet. He shrieked,

"Don't you dare lie to me again little boy, or I'll do a lot more than just that. You know if you were to listen to me more than these things wouldn't have to happen." Through the cracks, she cooed, "Oh, my poor baby. I'm so sorry. This is your father's fault, its always been his fault."

Victor was in awe as his mother's footsteps ventured away. He didn't understand, his dad had been out of the picture since his fifth birthday. They'd been without him for running on three years now. 

*

The light burned as he emerged from the closet, she sat on the bed, watching and smirking at him. 

"Are you going to be listening now, Vicky?" 

"Yeah," he whispered.

"What's that?" She called, "I can't hear you."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good," she smiled, "Now, I am going to go out shopping for some things, I want you to stay here and do some research on the list of sites on the pad next to the laptop. I should only be gone a few hours, feel free to make yourself comfortable dear. I think tomorrow, I will bring you shopping."

"Yes, Mistress," He leaned in the doorway, wondering what her next move in her tempting game was next.

He walked to the door with her, since she hadn't permitted him to dress, he was still nude. Red marks laced his naked body from the ropes. As she opened the door, he leapt to one side so no one would see him, she laughed at that. 

She strode over to him, pulled him in and stroked his chest, "I'll be seeing you soon," she sighed with a feathery kiss to his cheek.

The moment she shut the door, he raced back to the bedroom and collapsed onto the bed. She said she'd be gone for hours, so an hour's worth of sleep wouldn't hurt to catch.

* Nicole drove to a remote town about an hour away, she liked to remain discreet about her sexual preferences in her hometown. Manuel, the manager of her favored adult store, Silk and Satin, greeted her with open arms. Manuel had jet black locks that ran against his jaw line, a short but muscular physique. She loved how his biceps bulged underneath his black top, but sadly he was not her type. He exclaimed multiple times that she was his best customer and it was a thrill to see her again.

"Manny, doll, do you have any new toys for me?" 

"Oh darling," he grabbed her hand, "You are just going to love this!" He gushed, pulling her to a corner of the store. 

"Now, it may not look like much, but from knowing your little secret, I'd say you want one of these now." He pulled a thick, curved metal off the shelf with little attachments on it.

"Um, what is it?" Her brow furrowed with puzzlement.

"This my dear lady, is called a humbler. It is a physical restraint for your man. This cuff here," he pointed, "will clamp his balls at the base of his scrotum. The bar rests on his balls, behind the thighs at the base of his ass. His legs are forced into a folded, forward position. If he tries to get away, well you know a little yank."

"Sounds delightful." She grinned.

"Believe me it is! Julio and I love it! It is fantastic!" He raved.

"Well, I certainly must buy one then." She murmured, placing it in her cart. "Manny, I am going to need a new breast mold. I think a large C cup, would do. How's tomorrow sound for measurements?"

"Anything for you darling!" * "What are all of these things?" He whimpered as she carefully, but effectively placed them on the counter for his viewing pleasure.

"These are going to be our toys and tools for your training, love." 

"Hmm.." he paused, examining thoroughly, sliding his fingers across each one. He paused at the humbler.

"Oh, that one, my sweet we will be using tonight," Nic gave him a little wink causing him to shudder.

* After stripping him naked, she fastened the newly purchased purple strap-on. His eyes popped at her appearance in it, she had been hiding that away to be seen last. When she strutted over to him, he couldn't keep his eyes off it. Smirking she told him to kneel before her, like a royal ordering her knight.

"Suck it," she commanded.

He turned his head away in shame, but she grabbed him by the chin and forced it down his throat. He gagged and attempted to pull away, but her fingers intertwined in his locks pulling him in. She thrust repeatedly into his small, tight mouth until he began to whine. 

Disgustedly, she pulled away. "If you're going to be so meek, I'll start using that spider gag. You won't be able to keep your mouth closed, but I'll still have all my fun." She sneered.

She shoved him to the floor, then strapped him into his humbler. He squirmed and tried to flex his legs, which led to a snapping pull at his balls, causing him to gasp. Her throaty laughter crept into his ear as she informed him he wouldn't be going anywhere. She blindfolded him and latched his mouth open with the cold steel, strapping his head in its leather bind.

"I might as well use it now to get you used to it," she whispered.

He could hear the squelching of her lathering the dildo in a mint-scented lube. With the blindfold on, he couldn't see her coming. The next second, she was spreading his cheeks wide and plunged deep into his tender and puckered ass. It caught him by surprise and he struggled to catch his breath. But she wasn't going stop for him.

She adjusted herself and grabbed him by the shoulders. Thrust after thrust, with him attempting to squirm away. Time and again the device squeezed his balls, she was beginning to think he did that just for the pleasure of the pain. As she was feeling his tremors of a climax coming, she climbed off and gave his mouth more attention. She thrust the false cock into his awaiting mouth, this time he offered no resistance. It gave a smile to her lips. 

Nic finally undid his binds, but she wasn't done. "Now, you will perform on me," she demanded after she popped last night's plug in place from last night.

He lowered himself to her wet cunt. Lightly, he stroked his fingers clit until he started to feel in control and comfortable. His tongue entered her sweetness, its warmth lashing out and tasting her deeply. Her fingers curled around his hair, until she grew impatient with her lack of dominance. She shoved him away and mounted him. 

Nic rode his heated cock, moaning with her own pleasure which Vicky echoed until they came together. Sweat drench the both of them, she rolled off breathing harsh and curled up under his arm, where she feel to slumber.



On Your Knees Ch. 07



"I want you to crawl." Nic commanded.

"What?"

She walked up to him, roughly grabbing his mouth, "Did I give you permission to speak?" She shoved him to the floor, "Crawl!"

He crawled on his belly to her feet, waiting for his next orders. She pressed her heels firmly into his back, he groaned in agony causing the whip to snap across his ass. Slowly, her foot rose, he sighed in relief.

"Kiss it," she ordered shoving her foot in her face.

He shakily pressed his lips to the black heels, "Pathetic." She hissed.

*****

The doorbell called out, Nic sent Vicky out in the maid's outfit to answer. She promised they'd go shopping this week. Vicky sucked in his breath, hoping it wasn't someone he knew, peeked through the peephole and just saw a delivery boy. He wiped his sweaty palms on the skirt and opened the door.

"Your order comes to $23.45."

"Oh um," he searched for his wallet.

"Hon, your purse should be by the door." Nic sang from the bedroom.

"Nice costume, dude." The kid muttered.

A small, glittering pink pouch was resting on an end table. Vicky quickly fished out twenty-five, shoving the money into the kid's hands, hoping to not be seen by anyone else in this getup. When he was grabbing the food, that's when he actually looked up at the kid's face. It was one of his students, Perry Miles. Vicky's knees locked up as he began to tremble, face flashing red. But maybe this kid didn't recognize him, he wasn't exactly paying much attention.

As Vicky was shutting the door, he heard the kid call out, "See you in class on Monday, Mr. Schonberg."

*****

Vicky began to set the table while he waited for Nic to come out from the bedroom, she always liked to change before dinner. As he started to dish out food onto the second plate a rough hand grabbed the back of his dress and spun him around.

"What do you think you're doing, dear?" She snapped, placing a hand tenderly on his chest.

"I'm putting dinner out for us?" 

"Oh, you're so cute! Thinking you're going to sit at the table! Kneel."

His knees screamed with age as they met the cool floor, but he waited for her. He would have been there all night if she told him to. Nic plucked an item from her pocket, it was a simple leather collar which she started to fasten around his neck. 

"All right my pet, you eat on the floor tonight. You are not ready to be at the table."

"Wait, what?" He threw his hands in the air, "I'm not some kind of dog you know!"

She swat him on the nose, "Oh darling, you think you get to have an opinion!"

Nic then scooped out the remaining chow mein and barbecued pork and into a dog dish which she placed onto the floor, "Eat up, dear."

He sighed, this was the most painful and humiliating relationship he had ever been in. But something about it just made him not ready to walk away. While Nicole could be a royal bitch, he would like to think that she saw something in her. This was the most interesting relationship he had ever had and it certainly wasn't predictable. He needed that in his dull life.

"Do I at least get a fork or chopsticks?" He'd take anything though he was terrible at trying to use chopsticks, he'd always end up losing his food.

She kissed him lightly on the forehead, "No."

*****

The following morning, after a night of Nicole having him sleep on the foot of the bed, they went out to get the shopping done that she had been talking about. Their first stop was at some darkened store where the sign outside had a big letter x.

"Darling!" A songlike voice rang out, "Is this him?"

"Oh yes it is." 

A short and lean Hispanic man emerged from behind some red curtains. He hugged Nicole.

"I am Manny," he said grasping Victor's hand in a firm handshake.

"Victor or as Nic likes to put it, Vicky."

He studied Victor's hand and turned to Nicole, "Dry, rough and dirty."

"Oh," she huffed, "I know. But today, that all changes."

"Well that's good my dear. Reggie has the materials ready, how about we get you measured?" He mentioned, keeping his grip on Victor.

"Measured? Measured for what?"

"Oh, don't worry about that Vicky." Nicole whispered, pushing him into the awaiting arms of Manny. 

*****

Victor came back from behind the curtains flushed and looking frazzled. "All right Nicole, they should be ready in an hour or two. I'll call you."

"Thanks Manny, you're a doll."

*****

Next they pulled up to a store with a skull painted on the window with a snake coming out its eye and withered rose petals surrounding it. Inside were a few leather chairs like in a dental office and pictures of designs all over the walls. In the middle of the room sat a beefy bald man with a skull on fire tattooed on the left side of his head.

"Ah, Ryan we're here for our appointment." Nicole said giving the man a quick peck on the cheek.

"Wait you want me to get a tattoo?" He practically shrieked.

"Oh don't be silly, you're getting pierced too."

"Uh...Nicole can't we talk about this?"

Ignoring him, Nicole turned to Ryan, "Looks like we have ourselves a little trouble-maker Ryan. Would you please bring out the restraints?"

His jaw dropped, "Restraints?"

She flicked him on the nose, "Looks like someone's going to be disciplined when we get home."

Ryan came back out of a storage room with some thongs of leather. Nicole shoved Victor into the nearest chair and Ryan quickly strapped him in. Grabbing something from Ryan, she gave Vicky a quick kiss then forced a gag into his mouth. Ryan then carefully picked out a piercing gun from a short table with a metal tray standing by.

"Just a pinprick, nothing more than a bee sting." Ryan mentioned as he gently grabbed Vicky's ear. First piercing one side, then the other.

"Vicky, we're flipping you over now for your tattoo," Nic cooed in his ear. "It may be a little painful but don't struggle with it."

Ryan quickly undid Vicky's binds and lowered him onto his stomach. He was rebound into the chair, this time his hands tied underneath the chair.

"I want this one on him." Nic told Ryan, but Vicky couldn't see what it was.

*****

Vicky was a little glad he had the gag in when the needle dug into his skin it felt like a hundred wasps stinging all in one spot. He roughly bit into the gag, trying to take off as much pain as he could. He wrinkled his nose and vaguely questioned how clean the thing was. The tattoo was placed on his lower back, right where the little dip was.

After about half an hour later, Ryan undid his straps. "All right we're done. If you want, there's a mirror over there and you can go look at it," he placed a smaller mirror in Vicky's hand.

Nic gave him a nod of approval. As soon as he was out of the chair, he stretched and rolled his head from side to side. He quickly walked over to the mirror a bit eager at what awaited him. This was his first tattoo. Vicky lifted the shirt and faced the mirror with his back. The tattoo was read, "Slut. Property of Mistress Nic" with a little cherry blossom underneath.

"Come, Vicky."

*****

After the tattoo shop, Nic took them out for lunch. He was grateful that she let him sit at the table with her. It would have been extremely humiliating in public with all these people around. But they did look at him oddly with the collar still around his neck. She had forbid him from its removal. 

"Thank you for letting me sit up here with you Mistress." He whispered.

She looked up at him from her strawberry milkshake, "You're welcome."

Suddenly her cellphone belted out a tune from some movie he couldn't remember, "Yes? Good, we'll be there in fifteen." She set a twenty on the table, "Let's go."

He wasn't done with his burger, but she was already out the door. 



On Your Knees Ch. 08



Victor sighed as he pulled into his parking space, this was the first in a few weeks that he was allowed by Nicole to come home. He was just going to change and grab some coffee before he headed off to work. As he fumbled for his key, a flutter of red caught his eye. Stamped on his door was an eviction notice.

'Due to your lack of payment for the two months and previous payment problems, you will be evicted if you do not make the payments within the next three days. Otherwise, you must leave the premise with all belongings. Any that are left within our possession will be handed over to the local thrift stores.'

Anxiety pierced his chest as he shakily pushed through the door. He fumbled into the shower, not bothering to wait for the ice cold to warm up for him. There was no way he could afford to pay for two months in the next few days, it wasn't like he could just ask for an advancement at work. During his first class break he would call around and see if there was a couch he could crash on.

When he emerged from the shower, his cell phone said eight-fifteen. He was already late for work. Victor hopped into the kitchen, dragging his shorts behind him and attempted to squeeze into them. He filled his coffee mug, spilled all over the counter and rushed out the door. 

*****

When Victor arrived to the school it was eight-forty, there was only twenty minutes left of his first class. He wondered if anyone would even be there, maybe he could just leave. Instead, Victor forced himself to clock in and waltzed into an empty classroom, except for one student. Faye Johnston. She was in her school uniform, instead of gym clothes- with her nose stuck in a book.

Faye glanced up from her book, "You're late," she huffed.

"Well, I uh," her cold glare froze him in place, "wait why am I telling you?"

She stared at him intently. Her silence cursed him, gave him chills.

"Where's the class?"

She just shrugged and went back to her book. He was about to say something about how she shouldn't be reading and should be dressed for class. Something about how he'll need to report the entire class being gone. But he just sighed, there was almost no point into coming in anymore. Even when there were students, they were all disrespectful, immature children. It got under his skin, he was starting to wonder what really got him into this field anyway. 

*****

He went to his office, maybe there he could try to sort out the new obstacles in his life. Maybe he would be able to find a more satisfying career. Eh who was he kidding? Those didn't exist...did they? He thought to himself bitterly. Once he sat in his chair, there was an obnoxious pounding at the door.

A very red-faced Alice Thimble, the secretary of the principal was at the door. "The boss wants you... right now."

He glanced at the clock, "I have a class coming in, in less than ten minutes."

"It's been taken care of, now get going. I want time to figure out a schedule for the class today that would be most entertaining for me."

"You? You're covering my class?" He could never tell if this strange woman was ever serious.

"Out."

*****

"You wanted to see me?"

"Victor, take a seat. Do you need anything?" He was being unusually nice and seemed to have forgotten that Alice was in the gym. 

Victor wondered if he should be worried. "No thank you."

"Let's get straight to the point, I called you in today because you're being let go." His face showed no emotion.

"What? This is an outrage!" Victor leaped from the chair, "What the hell for? Because I didn't want your kid beating the crap out of one of my students?" He spat.

"Victor, sit down and let's be civil about this," Winslow calmly pointed to the chair that was kicked to the floor.

Grumbling, Victor picked it back up and sat awaiting the answer for his termination. There was nothing that they had on him. He was a good employee, rarely if ever was he late or taking a sick day. He never picked fights, he was quiet. 

"It has come to my attention that one of our students has witnessed a disturbing part of your personal life a few weeks back. He casually mentioned it to some friends and well like wildfire it spread and now the parents know. The PTA wants your ass canned. They are have fits about how revolting your life as a cross-dresser is and God knows what else."

"You can't fire me based on my private life. It's my personal business, I have rights to do as I please, as long as I don't go against the Constitution."

"While that may be so in some cases it isn't in this one. Victor understand this, we as a privately run Catholic school cannot have promiscuous teachers running around for the parental fear of corrupting the children. I never really liked you, but I considered you a good teacher. However based on the circumstances, you can no longer be an employee of this school. Maybe you can go to the public schools."

*****

After his talk with Winslow and gathering his things, he got in the car and started to drive. He didn't know where he was going and at this point it didn't matter. Victor just needed some control back in his life, the shit had really hit the fan. What the hell was he supposed to do without a source of income? Without a place to live? It was so humiliating, he didn't know who he could turn to for a lending hand.

How could they cast him out like a leper? He hit the gas pedal harder, it made him sick. He had given his life to that damn school and got nothing in return. The tires squealed against the road as the car picked up speed. Suddenly he heard the shrieking of a siren and saw the flash cackle in his review mirror.

A thought penetrated his mind. He could try to outrun the police car, from what he could see it was just one. What could he lose? The idea excited him enough for his heart to miss a beat. No that would just be stupid, his luck was running sour. They'd run him off the road, something would give. Victor pulled over and waited, the patience it took was running low. 

"Sir, do you know why I pulled you over today?" 

"You needed people off the streets so you could rush to get to the doughnut shop before it closed?" Victor stared at the aged officer in the face, fighting the urge to laugh, to smile.

The grayish eyes pierced into him as the man glared down into Victor's car. "Young man, I don't like your tone. Do you know how fast you were going?"

He didn't. All he knew was that the rush he got from speeding was quite enjoyable. "Well obviously not fast enough for you tubby." Victor reached out, poking the slight flabby stomach of the officer and looked up at him with a sneer. 

"All right, that's it! Out of the car, now!" The officer roared, his face a beet-red.

He hopped out of the car. Not knowing what had come over him, but he enjoyed harassing the cop more than thinking of his miserable life. "Oh, is lard ass going to cry?" Victor jested. 

"You have the right to remain--"

"Fit? Let's see if I can bench press your fat ass." He grabbed the officer's arm.

Before the darkness hit, Victor remembered hearing a queer buzzing and then felt a sharp pain spread throughout his body.



On Your Knees Ch. 09



*Note to readers: Changed Victor's last name to Frost*




Victor awoke groggily on a cold, hard floor. His memory was a blur to yesterday's events, when he first came to he thought he was on Nicole's floor being punished. The air was stained heavily of piss and booze. His body ached all over, his head throbbed in particular. He struggled to sit up, only managing to lean back on his elbows.

Around him were three grungy men in cheap clothes. He was in a jail cell, but why and for how long? He couldn't remember, he tried to speak but his throat was dry and scratchy. Victor glanced down at him, wondering if someone had stolen anything from him when he was out. The was a big dark stain on his leg. Blood? He pulled up his pants leg, only to see no wounds. Curious, he sniffed it. It smelled of urine

"Who pissed on me?" He croaked.

The closest man blinked at him, seemed surprised that he was awake. "Jim did that. He was so wasted, he must have thought you was the toilet." He pointed to a man Victor hadn't seen in the corner. A small but husky man that seemed to be one giant hairball.

"Oh you're up. Finally." Came a voice from behind him.

Victor craned his neck to see a police officer. "What am I doing here?"

"Well after you sped through a red light, you decided to assault one of our officers twice. He brought you in for custody after he hit you with a taser. That's why you've been out since last night. Would you like to make you're phone call now?"

*****

"Hi Nicole, um I have a problem---" His voice was muffled.

"Where the fuck have you been? When I get my hands on you, oh you are going to be regretful you slut." Nic shrieked. 

"I...I'm kind of in jail right now." He whispered.

"What? Vicky, what did you do?"

"It's a long story that ends with me assaulting a cop."

"Damnit, why the fuck would you do that? Are you really so stupid?" She snickered.

"It's not like that Nicole, I- - -" he stammered, struggling to find the right words to describe his pathetic life.

"What, that you were drunk and stupid and decided to get nasty with a cop? You're such an idot!" She hissed.

"Fuck Nicole!" 

"Don't you dare talk to me like that again!"

"I was fired okay? And I was evicted yesterday morning!" He finally burst, shrieking into the phone.

"Oh, is that all?"

*****

The little redheaded minx marched down the hall with an condescending aura about her. Catcalls were shouted in her direction, bouncing off the walls. She ignored them all, not even a twitch to her pretty little face.

"Mr. Frost, you are free to go. This lil' lady just paid you're bail, if I were you I'd thank her."

He failed to meet her eyes, it'd be a stupid move. As he was released from his cell, he walked two feet behind her with his head down. He could hear the other inmates call him a sissy and other names, but if he reacted he could be punished. He figured his punishment would be great enough already.

*****

After about twenty minutes since leaving the police station, Victor was starting to get paranoid. Nicole hadn't said a word to him since their phone call. What did she have in store for him? He nervously pondered.

The car screeched to a stop, her hands came at him in a blur. He flinched, but was to slow to go anywhere. She grabbed him by the hair, whispering something in a language he couldn't grasp. With her other hand, she clumsily began to undress him. After a few minutes, she thrust a bag at him which held a mess of women's clothes and his molded breasts. 

"Get dressed," she ordered with a snarl.

He carefully slipped into the molds, but rushed everything else hoping to not displease her any further. The black, ruffled thong wedged uncomfortably in his ass. The white pleather mini was a tad small. However, he was pleased with the pink halter and matching pumps which would show off his flattering curves.

Once again she was on him. Rough sketches on his were edged into his head, followed by the stench of permanent marker. He glanced into the mirror in horror as he slowly discovered that she written the word slut in capital letters onto his forehead. Suddenly she reached over to unlock the door and shoved him out.

"You can walk home, slut!"

*******

Fifteen minutes or so after Nicole sped off, Victor was cornered by a bum in an alley he started to walk through. He reeked of piss and booze. He was taller than Victor by at least a head with broad shoulders big belly.

"Hey there pretty lady," the man slurred.

Victor tried to turn away. But not before the bum pressed him into the wall reaching for a kiss.

He groaned, "You're not a lady." His face turned red with anger and humiliation.

Suddenly the man was all over Victor. Punches flew into his face and at his stomach. He struggled for air as it left him. The whole time the bum yelled he didn't like being tricked. When he was done he reached into Victor's pants and took the remaining cash from his wallet. He spat on the wounded Victor collapsed against the wall and stormed off.

Finally when he could breathe again, Victor struggled to his feet. His blouse was covered in his blood from his split lip and bleeding nose. The skirt was filthy and ripped. He limped a bit as he left the alley. Now he stuck to the streets, the stares were many. His face burned red with shame but he trudged through. He had to go to Nic for his punishment.



On Your Knees Ch. 10



His knees were shaking by the time her finally reached her apartment, he struggled to catch his breath. Clutched in his left hand was his high heels, he had kicked them off and started to run shortly after his encounter with the hobo. Timidly, he knocked on her door, but after a few minutes of no answer, he decided that she wasn't home. Vicky was about to collapse onto the welcome mat when he remembered that she had given him a key, it was on the necklace he always kept around his neck since he was always losing things. 

He trudged in and tossed the heels off to the side, too tired to care if Nicole became pissed with him. Maybe he could take a quick bath before she got back. His feet were caked with dirt, with gravel digging into the bed of his feet. From the back room he heard screaming, it sounded like it may be Nicole. Someone or something could be hurting her. Victor stealthily edged towards the room after he plucked a knife from the kitchen counter.

*****

He hunched down with the knife firmly in his grip and nudged the door open. As he first walked in, he wondered if had the wrong apartment, the room was scented with the musky perfume of sex. Hovering over the bed was a slender but muscular chocolaty man. He also the wriggling flashes of creamy pink and white flesh. Strands of the ginger hair burning under the lights, it was Nicole all right. Victor also noticed her delighted expression.

"Ni—Nicole, what's going on?" He finally stammered. 

Her eyes glazed over as she smirked with him, "This is how a real man fucks, Vicky."

Humiliation washed over him and with that said, he dropped to his knees, "What would you have of me Mistress?"

*****

Vicky noticed that Reggie had very pretty green eyes, but when Reggie stared directly at him, he dropped his own blue eyes in shamefully. How can he ever look someone filled with such a masculinity in the eyes? It scared him to be with a man, would it hurt? Would this truly make him gay or a woman? So many questions began to flutter inside his mind, but butterflies roamed in Vicky's stomach with curiosity. This was what his mistress wanted, Mistress Nic always got what she wanted.

Mistress Nic commanded him to suck Reggie's cock, Reggie smirked but sweetly urged him on. 

"Okay sissy," Nic sang out, "come get your punishment. Reggie is going to make you a woman."

"Come on Vicky. I promise it tastes like chocolate," he said with a wink. It sent Vicky into a fit of giggles, he realized that he did sound like a girl. 

He stared at Reggie's cock, and started to panic. Nic brought out the spider gag, locking Vicky's head in place and prying his mouth open for Reggie. Nicole gave Vicky a light kiss and seemed to pull the silk rope from out of mid-air, she bound him into a hogtie like when he was in the closet. He tried to beg for mercy, but the gag restrained him from such.

Reggie cooed, "You know that you're a cock slut and we're going to show you how bad you really want it Victoria."

He then grabbed Vicky by the hair, causing him to gasp in surprise. He thought Reggie was going to be gentle, he roughly thrust his cock into Vicky's mouth. Again and again, it was overwhelming but Vicky was starting to realize he kind of liked it. It was similar to having Mistress Nic's strap-on in him, but entirely different. What had given him the right to be the one who started things in the bedroom, to have the upper hand? Why shouldn't he be dominated, be the submissive one? He liked things like being called a slut. A sissy. Having no control. He was begging to have it all stop, it came out in strangled whimpers. But in reality he really wanted much more to be done.

Then Nic was jamming her strap-on down his throat just a bit at a time. He had had his eyes closed and didn't realize Reggie had left. Suddenly, there were large calloused hands gripping his shoulders, Reggie's firm cock entered Vicky's ass. He explored further than Nic ever had, thrusting deeper. Vicky shuddered with delight, Nic slammed her strap-on into his face again. They worked as one, penetrating, thrusting. Sweating. Moaning. Vicky hoped that they never stopped fucking her.



On Your Knees: The Prequel



"I love this painting," commented Sarah, as she Vicki and I stood there gazing at the canvas sitting proudly on the wall. 

"Mmm its beautiful isn't it? Its Mistress' favourite one." I replied. "Every time she leads me down the hallway she always stops and stares at it. Her eyebrow rises and she smiles that devilish grin of hers, mmm."

"I can understand why, it's captivating." Said Vicki curiously.

"If you look closely enough Vicki, you can see implements that we use in our lifestyle, see..." I pointed at the young woman's hair on the painting.

Vicki stepped forward and took a closer look. "What's in the place of her hair?"

Sarah chuckled, "Mmm, they Vicki, are the leather strips from a flogger." 

I looked over at Sarah. Her eyes open wide and twinkling. "The flogger your favourite babe?"

Vicki continued to be captivated by the painting. Attempting to spot the many differences. 

"Oh god yes!! I love it when my Mistress has me bound to the cross. She stands about four feet in front of me and the flogger lightly caresses over my nipples, teasing them out until they are hard and the colour of deep red." 

As Sarah drools over what she is saying, Vicki turns to us both, "you two are gonna have to tell me more about this lifestyle you're in. I don't understand it, but I find it interesting."

"Mmm you are looking a little flushed Vik! And wow, that velvet choker that you're wearing is a little symbolic...isn't it Sarah?" Wondering if Vicki could indeed be a little on the submissive side.

"All I can say is good job your Mistress is away. If she saw Vicki dressed like that I'm sure she'd have her on her knees by now!" I giggled at Sarah's teasing comment as a slight look of apprehension showed on Vicki's face. I glanced across at Sarah with a questioning look and raised my eyebrows as Vicki's eyes lowered to the floor. 

Silence fell upon the three of us, still standing in front the painting. Sarah moved in between Vicki and myself and linked her arms with ours. "I think it's about time we had a drink don't you? And an alcohol one at that...where does she keep the good stuff?" Sarah led us towards the large sitting area at the end of the hallway.

Sarah pulled away from Vicki and I and headed for a large oak corner cabinet. "Mmm, well, well, well, what have we here? Vodka, whiskey, sherry...what do you want girls?"

"Have a look in the cooler Sarah, it's over there." I pointed to another oak cabinet on the opposite side of the room. "I can't drink any of that strong stuff, I'll be on the floor before you can say, Mistress can I have another?" At that point Sarah and I burst out laughing. 

Vicki's voice broke our giggling. "Well, if there's wine I'll have one please, but I need to go to the loo, where's the bathroom?"

"Back down the hall Vik, past that painting, and it's the second door on the left," pointing her in the direction of the hall. I turned back to Sarah as she was eyeing up the contents of the cooler. "What do reckon, is she one of us or not?"

"I don't know, she's never questioned us before about this lifestyle. Mmm we could have some fun though, after all, did you see that look? The way she lowered her eyes. And look how flushed she got with the painting."

"Look, Vicki is the only friend we have outside our 'little' circle of friends. She's a good friend. If you are thinking what I think you are, don't make her do anything she's not 100% sure about."

"So, what are you two planning for me tonight?" Vicki announced, startling both of us as we were pouring drinks into Mistress' crystal glasses.

Thinking that this was her chance to find out if Vicki was into the 'scene', Sarah prowled over to her and handed her the glass of wine. "So, did you get wet when you heard me telling you about the flogger brushing over my nipples?"

Vicki hesitated, "Umm, no..."

"You sure about that Vik, you got all flushed didn't you?" Sarah continued. 

Sarah was always a forward, confidant woman and although she was a sub, she had an air about her that stood her out in the submissive crowd. She has been with her Mistress for five years. Her loyalty and love for her Mistress is the reason she is out tonight. One night a month her Mistress allows her to do as she pleases, well to an extent that is. There are certain rules that she must follow. She is forbidden to be in the company of men, unless it's her family. She must be in at a certain time. And in no uncertain terms must her clothing be removed. From time to time another rule gets added, but only when her Mistress feels that it's appropriate to do so.

"Yes Sarah, I got a little hot!" Vicki nervously stated, her eyes looking down again.

"Mmm, let's see shall we?" Sarah's finger lightly touched Vicki's shoulder causing her breathing to stifle a little, but she didn't resist. She remained still and quiet. Sarah's finger moved from the top of the shoulder to the velvet choker that sat neatly on Vicki's neck. "Mmm, this is beautiful. Would you like it replaced with a leather... collar... in the future?" As Sarah said this she lifted Vicki's head back up and saw the twinkle in her eyes as she mentioned the word 'collar'. Sarah looked at me with a sexy smirk, "I think that answers our earlier question, I do believe she is one of us...stand behind her." Sarah's voice took on an authoritative tone.

I stood close behind Vicki, taking her glass out of her hand and setting it on the table behind me. "Arms out to the side Vik, palms up," I whispered. Without question she did as I requested. Her head lowered as Sarah started to unbutton Vicki's deep purple silk shirt. Once all the buttons were unfastened she ran her finger down her deep cleavage. Her thumbs then glided over her nipples, causing Vicki to moan. Her hands then moved lower to the waistband of Vicki's skirt. I could see Vicki trembling. "Are you ok Vik? We can stop if you want, you don't have to do this."

Vicki lifted her head, "I...I'm ok, I feel scared but I feel like something is going through me, its exhilarating."

"Mmm and we haven't done anything to you yet," Sarah chuckled. "You want me to continue...yes?" Answering the question herself.

"Yes, but if I change my mind you will stop won't you?" As she said the last few words her eyes lowered. I was now standing beside her, watching intently as she slowly gave herself over.

Before Sarah could carry on with her power trip I answered Vicki's question. "Yes Vik, if you want us to stop, we will, straightaway. I can promise you that."

With a deep breath and a soft murmur, Vicki muttered, "Ok, carry on..."

I stepped close behind Vicki's back and my breasts were now against her. My tight fitting t-shirt now restricting my hardening nipples as they rubbed across her back. The tingling sensation from my nipples was going straight to my pussy, which I could feel getting moist by the second. I placed my hands on her breasts and began to fondle them through her satin bra. They felt gorgeous, so full and firm. She moaned as my hands cupped each one, my fingers circling around the nipples. Peering over her shoulder I could see her nipples straining to break free from her bra. With both hands I unclipped her bra and the extent of her full breasts fell into my hands. We both moaned simultaneously.

Sarah watched as I continued to play with Vicki's breasts. Subtle moans escaped from her and she started to lightly sway. Sarah took that as an invitation to go a bit further. Her fingers went back to the waistband of Vicki's skirt and she soon found the zip. She slowly lowered it allowing the skirt to fall to the floor. Sarah stepped back and feasted her eyes on her beautiful, half dressed friend that stood before her. I paused my actions on her breasts and peeled off her shirt and bra. 

Sarah moved forward slightly, "Vicki, do you often go out with no knickers on?"

"Only sometimes, it was warm tonight, so I decided not to!" A little embarrassment and a little humiliation were beginning to show on Vicki. Her skin was flushed once more, and only every now and again did she look in Sarah's direction. When their eyes met, Vicki's were soon lowered.

My lips were near Vicki's ears, "are you sure you never been like this before?"

"No never, I have always wanted to ask you about it, but there was never a right time. The way you are with your Mistress has always intrigued me. It's very erotic."

"I'll tell you what's very erotic now, and that's you standing there naked in just your purple, velvet choker." Sarah's finger slipped between Vicki's thighs. Vicki gasped and moaned. Sarah continued, "and also seeing you with drips of juice seeping down your inner thighs... Look!!" She bought her finger up to Vicki's mouth. "Take it, and lick it clean!" Vicki moaned as she sucked Sarah's finger into her mouth. Sarah then slowly pulled it out then pushed it in again. She felt Vicki's tongue winding itself around her finger. "Mmm I think we should move her somewhere else."

"Sarah no, lets just stay here," I protested. 

"Oh come on, look at her, she wants more, and we can't give her more in this room."

I had to admit she did look pretty hot, needy and desperate for more as she sucked feverishly on Sarah's finger. "Mmm ok, this doesn't get out. Whatever has happened and whatever will happen will not go outside these walls right?" I looked at both of them, and they both nodded. "Right Vicki, are you sure you want to continue?"

"Yes I do."

"Right, lets go, where we heading?" Sarah asked, already heading for the hallway.

"Umm, the cellar I think. Or is the bedroom better?" I was starting to feel a little apprehensive now. I'm not permitted to enter the cellar when Mistress isn't here, and this feels like a huge betrayal. Beads of sweat were forming on my forehead and my stomach was starting to churn. "Look I don't think we should use the cellar, its too risky. The bedroom will be fine." I was nodding my head as I said it, reassuring myself that Mistress is away tonight and that it will be ok to play a little.

Sarah and Vicki followed close behind me as I led them to my bedroom. Their eyes widened as they stepped in my room and observed the surroundings. The brass bedstead adorned with rope, cuffs and chains. At the side of the room, large candles in different colours stood proudly on a metal tray. On the left hand side of the room, a large rack stood. Five hooks protruded from it and on each one an object was hanging, a cane, a paddle, a riding crop, a leash and lastly, my collar.

"OH MY GOD! Look at those things on your bed." A shocked Vicki stated.

"Mmm, yes aren't they scrumptious," Sarah squealed in delight. "Get on the bed Vik, flat on your back arms and legs spread," her ego starting to build as she ordered Vicki to the bed. "From now on Vik you will address me as Mistress and I will address you as slut." Vicki nodded her head in agreement. "You do not nod your head at me slut, do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress."

Sarah cuffed Vicki's wrists to the bed and tied her ankles to the foot of the bed. "Are you a switch, cos you are starting to freak me a little babe? I never thought you were dominant in this way," I curiously asked.

"Don't babe me slut, I'm your Mistress too tonight!" Sarah snapped. "Be a good girl, go to the cellar and fetch me the flogger. This little slut was interested in it earlier, let's see how it really gets to her...go on, go...NOW!!"

I turned on my heels and made my way down to the cellar. I pulled on the door then remembered the lock. There was only one way I could get in and that was to pick the padlock that Mistress had always used on the heavy wooden door. God, now I was really panicking. I ran up the small flight of stairs to the ground floor, and headed for the kitchen. I should never have invited them over, I thought, this is not good. I rummaged through the kitchen drawer and found a metal skewer. In a panic I left the drawer wide open and untidy, making a mental note to myself to thoroughly check every room was neat and tidy before I went to bed.

As I ran down the stairs a sudden chill surrounded me. I fumbled with the padlock, dropping the skewer a few times. Then finally a click sounded and the lock fell open. I opened the heavy creaky door and flicked the light switch to search for the flogger. I glanced around the expanse room, again making mental notes, only this time reminding myself not to touch anything but the flogger. I never realised before how big this cellar was. I never took it all in when I'm down here with Mistress. But now I'm alone and I see that this is her playroom. My thoughts were now consumed with the words...her playroom, her playroom. I hear a familiar sound, a clicking sound, clicking in rhythm, the sound getting louder. I swing round to check behind me then... 'BANG' the cellar door shuts.

"SARAH THIS ISN'T FUNNY... LET ME OUT!!" I shouted. The clicking sound again, god what was that sound? It was loud at first then seemed to fade every second. The thought hit me. Heels striding on the floor, "NO... MISTRESS... PLEASE LET ME OUT?" God, what was she doing home? I collapsed on the cold stone floor. Crying, sobbing and shaking. After a few minutes or so, I blindly crawled, backtracking my way to the door. I found the door, and padded my way up, trying to find the light switch. My search was to no avail, so there I knelt, in darkness on my knees.

**********

"God, you took your time you little slut, hurry up, else I'll punish you next." Sarah shouted out as she heard footsteps echoing through the hallway. Sarah had her back to the door, but Vicki saw an unfamiliar face standing in the doorway. A beautiful woman with gorgeous red hair cascading over her shoulders, her eyes dark with anger.

"Ohh will you now you little bitch, what the fuck is going on here?" Sarah froze then turned slowly towards the stern voice. 

"Um, um...we were just playing Miss." Sarah mumbled, hesitating and shaking, her power trip completely dissolved. 

Vicki had no choice but to lay still. "Who is she Sarah?"

Mistress coldly turned her emerald eyes on Sarah, "Well bitch, who am I? But before you answer, I think you better get on your knees!"

"Yes Mistr..." Sarah was interrupted abruptly.

"I'm not your Mistress, you will call me Miss. Now tell your friend who I am!"

"Y.Yes Miss. Vicki this is... Eliza's Mistress." Sarah struggled with her words.

Vicki swallowed hard, then showed a little courage in the presence of such beauty. "Please can you untie me from this bed?"

Sarah's eyes looked intently at Vicki, "Don't speak unless you are spoken to."

Ignoring her remark, Vicki carried on "Please, let me go, and where is Eliza?"

"Don't you worry about her, she's not going anywhere! Now what's your name little one?" Mistress walked to the side of the bed. Her deep, green eyes following Vicki's body from head to toe. Mistress stretched out her index finger, her long, blood red nail digging in slightly over Vicki's left breast. She circled her nipple then flicked it hard. Vicki took a sharp intake of breath, her eyes never leaving Mistress'. 

Caught up in the moment of having her breast and nipple fondled so expertly, she forgot to answer the question. Then a sharp pain ripped through her as Mistress pinched her nipple hard causing Vicki to yelp in pain. "I asked you a question, and I expect you to answer it!"

"V...Vicki, Miss, my name's Vicki!"

"Mmm is it now, and tell me what you are doing tied and cuffed to MY Eliza's bed?"

Vicki's eyes averted towards Sarah. Sarah's eyes wandered around the room, trying to find answers. Mistress moved around the bed and placed herself directly in front of Sarah. "Well slut, what have you got to say?"

"Sorry Miss, we were only playing. Eliza invited us round, and one thing led to another and..." Sarah was interrupted again, this time with a slap across her face, "Owww."

"So, now I have two submissive bitches in this very room and one very naughty bitch downstairs. I think it's my time to play... don't you?" Mistress grinned, raised an eyebrow and turned to Vicki. 

"Right Vicki, I take it you have never been like this before?"

"No Miss, never, but...it does interest me a little, especially your relationship with Eliza"

"Oh really, and what has Eliza and this slut told you?" Pointing at Sarah.

"I just know, she respects and loves you very much."

"Mmm, I don't think inviting you two over to my house to play is showing me respect, do you? You are the innocent one in all of this charade then are you?" Before Vicki could answer, Mistress again pointed at Sarah, "And you, what were you trying to prove to yourself slut? That you can automatically turn into a Mistress and prey on an innocent girl who knows nothing of our lifestyle." Glaring green eyes bore into Sarah's soul. "What have you got to say for yourself slut?"

"When we were all talking in the hallway earlier Miss, Vicki showed signs of a submissive, and Eliza and I wanted to see how far she would go. Vicki gave her consent Miss, and we would of stopped if she had asked us too, she was never in any danger."

Mistress took her eyes off Sarah then gazed at Vicki, still cuffed to Eliza's bed. "Is that true little one...that you were not forced into this predicament you are now in?"

"Yes Miss, it's true." Looking deep into Mistress's now predatory eyes.

"You... slut, get here and get between her legs."

Sarah crawled on her knees towards the bed and slowly crept up between Vicki's bound feet. She then got on her knees and laced her fingers behind her back, and held her head down. As she was positioning herself, Mistress walked to the large rack and reached for her crop. She turned, tapping the crop in her hand and gave Sarah a second look at her submission. Sarah could feel Mistress's eyes burning into her, and her skin was burning more as Mistress moved closer.

"Are you owned slut?" Mistress questioned as she ran the crop over Sarah's covered arse. She tugged on Sarah's hair and jolted her head back. "Answer me..."

"Yes Miss, and am forbidden to partake in this kind of situation."

"Well, I think it's a little late for that don't you? Who is your Mistress or Master?"

"Mistress... Ellen ...Miss." Struggling to get the words out as Mistress tangled her fingers in Sarah's hair.

"Ohh Ellen..." She chuckled, "You are gonna be in trouble aren't you? Still it's what a little slut like you deserves, isn't it?

"Yes Miss, pl...please don't tell her, my punishment will be severe." Vicki just stared at Sarah. She found it unbelievable how quick Sarah changed from being the predator to the victim. "Miss, what will you do to Eliza?"

"You don't have to worry about her, I'll sort her out... MY way!"

Mistress let go of Sarah's hair, and Sarah knew to bow her head straight away. Mistress walked over to the corner where the different shades of candles stood. One by one she lit them, shadows appeared on the walls. The silhouette of a kneeling Sarah on the wall stood prominently out. Mistress leant over Vicki and caressed her cheek. She smiled down on her and was welcomed by a moan from Vicki. "Mmm, what a lovely choker you are wearing...very apt, don't you think? What is your favourite colour little one?" she whispered, it was barely audible.

"Purple Miss..."

"Slut, tease her with that seasoned tongue of yours. I expect Ellen has taught you correctly."

Mistress and Ellen used to be lovers, way before they got into this lifestyle. Although neither of them knew at the time, it was subconsciously the lifestyle that ended their relationship. Both of them were far too competitive and dominant to have a successful and lasting life together. They parted on relatively good terms and as the years passed and they found their niche they did meet up at various social meetings with just the passing of pleasantries between them sporadically. Although they did know where to find each other if need be!




On Your Knees: The Prequel



Sarah leant down and licked the top of the moist slit beneath her. Vicki jolted, and moaned at the same time. "Calm down little one, it's far from over." Mistress' fingers were now on Vicki's breasts, big, soft circles around her nipples. She traced her finger down Vicki's cleavage, slowly spiralling her painted nail to her belly button then back up.

Vicki moaned louder as Sarah's tongue probed her pussy. Her tongue was moist on her damp folds. She lightly flicked the engorged lips, then placed her lips on them and sucked them slowly into her mouth. Vicki moaned again, and under the watchful eye of Mistress attempted to buck her hips into Sarah's face. Mistress stood there shaking her head then out of nowhere, 'THWACK', the crop came down hard across Vicki's breasts.

Vicki screamed for a few seconds and tears formed in her eyes. "You must learn to control yourself little one." Mistress' mouth was close to Vicki's cheek. Somehow Vicki was reassured when Mistress talked softly to her. She nodded and moaned as Sarah continued to tease her now aching pussy. "Good girl, now close your eyes." At her command, Vicki closed her eyes. "Tell me again little one, what is your favourite colour?"

"Purple Miss."

Mistress held up the purple candle, and looked towards Sarah. Even though Sarah couldn't see Mistress she could feel those eyes burning into her. "Slut, she needs more attention than that!"

Sarah plunged her tongue in Vicki's pussy, licking her inner walls. Vicki's juices were flowing freely. Sarah was surprised at how easy Vicki had slipped into this submission, but concentrated on the task at hand...or tongue I should say!! Vicki's moans were now more apparent, and her legs were beginning to tense and shake.

Mistress noticed Vicki's reaction to Sarah's ministrations and tilted the candle slowly. Vicki screamed "AAGGHHHHHHH...FUCKKK." Her eyes opened wide. The hot wax landed across her breasts, following the red stripe that the crop had made before. It felt like a burning bullet sinking deeper into her skin. Mistress lifted the candle up, moaned quietly and smiled at the purple collage on Vicki's beautiful breasts.

Vicki's breathing calmed slowly as the burning faded and she closed her eyes again. "Another colour little one," Mistress chuckled at her.

"Yellow, Miss"

"Mmm... slut, go to town on her!! Oh and little one, don't you dare cum!"

Sarah's tongue went straight onto Vicki's swollen clit. "Ohhh goddd" Vicki's moans filled the bedroom. 

"Feeling good little one."

"Yes...Yes Miss."

"Slut, concentrate on the clit, take her to the brink!"

Sarah didn't answer but instead ground her flat tongue over Vicki's throbbing clit. As Vicki's moans filled the bedroom, Mistress tilted the yellow candle over Vicki's already burnt and coloured breasts. 'DRIP' "AAGGH"... 'DRIP' "AAGGHHHH...MMM... OHH GOD..."

Mistress stopped the dripping of the hot wax and admired the beautiful marbling on Vicki's breasts. As the yellow wax fell on to the dry purple, it melted and the swirling patterns of colour fell over the curves of the breasts. "Don't stop slut, keep licking."

Vicki's hips were rising off the bed and her thighs were shaking from Sarah's ministrations. Another scream from Vicki signalled more drips were falling from the yellow pillar candle. This time the drips were virtually continual. A path of yellow wax ran down her cleavage then dried abruptly on her ribs. A circle of wax around her navel, causing Vicki to jolt her torso inches above the bed.

"My, my, little one, aren't we a live wire?"

Vicki ignored the question from Mistress. Stuck between pleasure and pain, not knowing which one will bring her to the most amazing orgasm ever. The trail of yellow wax dripped on her mound and on her trimmed hair. Sarah looked up at Mistress as the wax edged nearer to her tongue. "Have I told you to stop slut?" Sarah shook her head and returned to her task. "More tongue...NOW!!" Mistress demanded.

Sarah edged her tongue out further and caught two drips of hot wax on it. "AAGGHH" Mistress grasped her hair and pushed her head back into Vicki. Her tongue went back to the throbbing spot of quivering flesh.

"Mistress AAGGHH... please... may I... AAGGHH... cum?" Vicki moaned between screams as more wax fell on her mound and clit. She couldn't take more of this torture. She needed this burning to stop, but more importantly she need the release that her whole being was begging and crying out for.

Mistress looked down on her and chuckled as she struggled to cope with her want and need. "Cum for me little one, cum for me, let it all out!"

The candle was tilted and the non-stop drips cascaded onto Vicki's clit and Sarah's tongue. Together they screamed in pain, "AAGGGHHHHHHHH." But only one of them screamed in pleasure. "YESSSSSS... OOHHHHH... GODD... MMMMM!!"

Mistress pulled Sarah's head back and they both watched Vicki convulse on the bed. Her arms and legs were pulling at the cuffs and bonds, her back arching and her hips bucking wildly. The dried wax cracking and falling from her skin as her body reacted to the explosion inside. Her screams and moans filled the room. Mistress stood there proudly, her emerald eyes twinkling at such a giving novice.

Minutes passed as Vicki recovered. Her body sweaty and flushed, the flakes of wax outlining her body on the crumpled sheet of the bed. Mistress walked to where her head was resting, and leant down. She placed her lips on Vicki's and skimmed her tongue along her dry lips. Vicki moaned and parted her lips, inviting Mistress to delve further. Mistress slipped her tongue deep into Vicki's mouth. Scouring her teeth, licking the roof of her mouth. Tongues danced wildly and moans were passed between the two. A disappointing moan escaped from Vicki as Mistress pulled her mouth away.

"You did well little one... now, slut will untie you and run you a bath. After your bath you collect your clothes and wait by the front door for your ride home." Mistress proudly looked down upon her, a soft smile appeared, then she kissed Vicki one last time. 

"Thank you Mistress," whispered Vicki as Mistress turned her back on her.

Mistress stopped and glanced over her shoulder and smiled. "I don't ever want to see you in my house again, unless that is, if I call for you..." With that Mistress left the room, the clicking of her heels fading as she walked through the hallway.

Vicki smiled then looked at Sarah who was still in position, on her knees! "Slut, weren't you told to untie me and run me a bath?" Vicki joked.

"You, you little bitch, what the fuck was all that about," Sarah curiously asked as she untied her friend from her restraints. 

"I have no idea, it was awesome. I have never felt so invigorated or alive." She stretched as her arms were freed. "I dread to think what Eliza is in for though!"

"Well, luckily that isn't your problem and it's not worth thinking about Vik... and from what I saw, you got off pretty lightly with the Mistress. Lets get you bathed and then out of here."

Vicki giggled, "I got off pretty hard I think, I've never cum like that before. And wow, isn't she beautiful? I was thoroughly into her, I think I would of done anything she said."

"That's the whole idea Vik, they get you like that! They are so powerful, without saying or doing anything. Now come on, you don't want to hang around, let's go!"

The scent in the bathroom was one of calmness. Sarah had prepared Vicki's bath well, as she did usually for Mistress Ellen. She found some essence of lavendar on the shelf and poured a little into the running water. Lilac water swirled in between mounds of bubbles. She checked the temperature as usual then peeled off the rest of the dry wax from Vicki's breasts, ribs and further below.

Vicki's skin was marked with red hot spots, and of course the short, red stripe where the crop had caught her. As Vicki crouched into the bath, she chuckled again, "thank you slut!"

"Ha ha, very funny, you can stop calling me that now!" Sarah chided.

"Aahh why, it suits you!" Vicki winked as she said it.

Sarah attached the sponge glove to her hand then rubbed the soap into it. Sarah started at Vicki's shoulders and slowly moved to her breasts. Sarah couldn't help but notice Vicki getting herself lost in desire again. Her body sank limply in the bath, and soft moans oozed from her lips. The sponge glove caressed her breasts softly and the palm rubbed over her hardening nipples. "Mmm, that feels so good Sarah, please don't stop..."

"I won't! You looked so beautiful tonight when you were thrashing about on the bed, and you look even more beautiful now." Sarah moved her head towards Vicki, and her mouth was near Vicki's breasts. She opened her mouth and spiralled her tongue around the engorged nipple. Vicki moaned louder, and the sponge glove moved lower, over her flat belly and into the folds between Vicki's thighs. Sarah opened her mouth and took the nipple in and covered it, flicking it between her lips with her expert tongue.

The water rippled as the glove stroked Vicki's pussy. Her hips began to rise and fall as the bubbles separated and dissolved in the coloured water surrounding her. "Yes,Yes... God Sarah, Yes, I'm cumming..." Sarah sucked harder on Vicki's nipple as the finger of the glove gathered pace on her swollen clit. "Ohhhh... yesss, yesss, ohhhhhh" Water lapped around the edge of the bath, hitting the sides and occasionally spilling over. As her orgasm subsided, the water calmed, and the ripples slowed. "Ohh Sarah, kiss me," she whispered close to Sarah's ear.

Their lips touched and parted and their tongues snaked slowly. Sarah took Vicki's top lip between her own and gently sucked it in to her mouth. She let go of the top lip and then sucked on her bottom lip. Suddenly 'WHOOSH' then "AAGGHHHHH" Sarah looked round to see Mistress Ellen standing behind her, tapping her cane in her palm.

"Well you little bitch, what is the punishment for embarrassing your Mistress?"

Shocked by seeing her Mistress standing there, she just knelt there speechless. Seconds later the 'WHOOSH' in the air then, 'THWACK'... "AAGHHHHHH... Mistress, I'm sorry..." Sarah cried.

Mistress Ellen tugged on Sarah's hair and dragged her on her knees through the hallway. Vicki stepped out of the bath and put the robe on and walked sheepishly down the hall. Before she got to the stairs she heard a 'THUD', a groan, then a scream. Then more 'THUDS', groans and screams. Mistress Ellen pulled Sarah down the stairs. As Vicki heard the screams she ran down the stairs pleading with Mistress Ellen to let her go.

"Have I given you permission to speak you little whore?" Before Vicki could answer Mistress Ellen carried on. "Have you not learnt your lesson here tonight, if you want this to happen to you then carry on talking to me, otherwise, get your clothes, and fuck off home?"

Vicki stopped on the stairs as Mistress Ellen met Mistress by the front door. "If it's any consolation Ellen, your little bitch did very well tonight, but, I would watch out, she has a dominant streak in her!" With that the door opened and Mistress Ellen pulled hard at Sarah and she fell on her front on the gravel outside.

"Mmm, right little one, I think its high-time I arranged for you to get home don't you? Go get your clothes, dress, then wait here."

"Yes Mistress."

"Good girl." Mistress walked passed her and headed for the stairs that lead to the basement, then the cellar.

**********

I was huddled in the foetal position on the cold floor and still sobbing from the moment the door closed. I heard that familiar sound again, the clicking of heels on a stony floor. I lifted my head and held my ear to the door. "Mistress, is that you?"

Whoever it was didn't reply but the padlock was skimming across the door, and the sound of rattling was heard. Slowly the door creaked open letting in a streak of widening light as the door opened more. I got to my position as Mistress peered through and saw me on my knees. Tears began rolling down my cheeks again, "I'm sorry Mistress! I shouldn't have been..."

Mistress interrupted her. "Be quiet my little bitch, follow me... walk."

I slowly got to my feet and followed Mistress up the stairs and was surprised to see Vicki standing by the front door. Mistress turned abruptly, her red hair gracefully falling back over her shoulders. "Kneel... NOW!" I responded to her command at once and knelt. As soon as I was in my place Mistress elegantly prowled over to Vicki, her finger lightly touching her cheek. Vicki swallowed hard then moaned at Mistress' touch. "I better sort your ride home out hadn't I little one?" Mistress smiled at her.

"Please Mistress."

I was in a state of confusion and looked curiously at the two of them standing so close together. "Take that choker off little one, and hand it to me!" Vicki complied and handed the purple, velvet choker to Mistress. As Mistress span it around her finger, she backed away from Vicki, "Wait here..."

Vicki and I watched intently as Mistress headed for the office to arrange a taxi. "What the fuck happened here tonight Vik?"

"Oh Eliza, it was wonderful! She used the candles on me as Sarah licked me out. Then Sarah had to bathe me, and she made me cum in the bath, then Mistress Ellen arrived and caned..."

"Slow down Vik, god you'll hyperventilate in a minute..." trying to make light of this weird situation.

"Mistress Ellen caned Sarah in front of me, then she dragged her down the stairs and they left. God Eliza, I haven't a clue what she's gonna do with you, but what I do know is that if she asked me to take your place, I wouldn't say no! She's just so, so beautiful."

"Vicki, come on, what has happened to you, you're not a submissive like Sarah and I! It was a game that went a little too far, don't you think?" 

"ELIZA... did I give you permission to speak?" Mistress shouted from down the corridor. I shook my head then lowered my eyes. "And by the way, your little friend here did very well tonight, and I'm not sure whether I want her to completely walk away from us! Your ride will be here shortly little one."

"Thank you Mistress," responded Vicki. I could feel Vicki's stare on me as she spoke to Mistress. My Mistress. I began to feel pain in my stomach, a heavy ache, churning over and over. My head was dizzy and I was certain I was swaying. I saw Vicki dancing, Mistress with her, holding her tightly, calling her 'her little one'... no, no what's happening. Jealousy enraptured me. I could feel myself falling, then nothing.

**********

My eyes fluttered open as ripples of water nudged snowy, white bubbles against my skin. I felt a soft satin touch caressing my arm. To the left of me Mistress knelt, delicately sponging my arm. She rinsed the sponge and lightly dabbed it on my tired face. "Mistress, I'm sorry, it got out of hand, Sarah..." Tears began to fall.

"Sshh little one, your tired, I'm tired, it's been a long night. You've been in here for almost an hour. I've cleaned you from top to bottom and back up again, now let's get you to bed." Mistress's voice was soft and undemanding. "Tonight, you will stay in my bed with me, but don't think for one second that tonight is forgotten, do you understand?" 

"Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress." I smiled at her compassion.

Mistress assisted me from the bathroom to her room. She patted the fluffy white towel over me lovingly. When she was satisfied that every inch of my body was dry she guided me to her bed. She again knelt on the floor and stroked my hair as my head sunk into her lavish, deep pillows. Within seconds I was gone, dreaming the same dream I had had from day one, Mistress beside me, holding me close. I was safe and secure in the arms of my Mistress.

I awoke early to find Mistress gone, 'did she actually join me in this bed?' I wondered as I wearily stroked the pillow beside me, the one she would have been sleeping on if she were here. As my hand reached further over the pillow I touched a piece of paper. I lifted the paper carefully, and squinted at Mistress' writing. It took a while for my eyes to focus to see what she had written.

'Eliza,

Take as much rest as you need little one, then shower and do your chores. Tonight you will meet me in the large dining area. I want you naked except for your collar. You will stand at the far wall and await my instructions.

Mistress.'

I rested my head back down on the pillow and wondered why she called it the large dining room. After all, the room was empty apart from a rack with crops and paddles etc on it. I smiled as I thought that personally I would call it the 'tease' room, as that is where a lot of our games began. I giggled at an after thought, maybe dining room is correct, after all, we dine on each other when the mood is right. I closed my eyes, and drifted off to the sound of the howling wind outside, and the thoughts of being in the arms of my Mistress.